Sara’s Self Discovery (Part 7)

 As I watched the other couple walk towards their room the man kept looking backwards while his wife yanked his arm, dragging him forward and trying to keep his eyes aimed forward.

  “Oh my God!” Little Slut exclaimed.

“At first I was so scared that I would be caught, I had visions of me being dragged from the hotel, through the lobby naked and in handcuffs.”

 “But as soon as I started my walk, I got really hot and turned on, being naked in a public in a place where nudity wasn’t allowed was so exciting. When the elevator opened I was ready to wet myself.

But the couple that came out were so cute holding hands that I just knew that they were safe.

The gentleman’s eyes burst out of his head and I am sure he sprung a woody.”

 Will looked at his watched and muttered “Shit, I have to go, their going to wonder what I was up to, not reporting back to my post after making my deliveries.

My shift ends in about an hour, would it be OK if I came back after my shift ends?”

The Newlyweds Chapter 1: The wedding night (MF)

This story changes between the POV between a newlywed couple Aspen and Rebecca. I hope you guys enjoy this fiction, and if I get enough upvotes, I will post the second chapter.

**Rebecca**

I woke up in the middle of the night. My husband, Aspen, was hugging me from behind as he lightly snored, fast asleep.

Immediately I noticed it… My stomach was fluttering, my nether regions felt steamy and hot, a storm brewed in my chest, trying to break out, my brain was fuzzy, I couldn’t think straight… I needed to… I wanted to…

I rubbed my self in a circular motion around my clit with my right hand, while playing with my d cup breasts with the left, slowly, gradually increasing my pace, biting into the pillow to suppress my moans.

I felt it coming, the storm in my chest intensified, as I shifted my lingerie panties aside, plunging two of my fingers knuckles deep into my steamy love canal.

I needed to cum, but I feared waking up my husband beside me. “Do it…” a voice in my head said. I came violently, shuddering and convulsing while my pussy sprayed my fluids everywhere. “ASPEN!” I cried as a climaxed out of pure, carnal, breeding instinct.

Truth or Dare Ball – Part III: Full Swap [Group]

[Part I is here.]
(https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9jfd47/swapping_at_a_halloween_party_an_intro_to_truth/)

[Part II is here.]
(https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9ta2j9/truth_or_dare_ball_part_ii_thor_is_sexy_group/)

*Names and minor details have been changed for anonymity.*

Months went by with no new developments. We made a few attempts to plan with Mark and Winn, but it seemed that they had gotten cold feet. It was disappointing, but not unexpected. After all, Winn was in control, and Winn could be fickle. We had pretty much given up trying to play with them and had moved on to other couples, so we were surprised when they proposed a game night out of nowhere. We assumed that it would be platonic but I wanted to be prepared just in case. So we bought a few bottles of red wine and Michelle wore a sexy-but-not-overt outfit: A collared black button-down with a red pencil skirt, thick-rimmed glasses, and a pair of spiky black heels. I placed the Truth or Dare Ball up on the bookshelf near the board games so it was visible but not prominent. Mark and Winn arrived, and it was immediately clear that they were up to play: Winn was wearing a low-cut, light blue sundress that was so short it looked more like a long shirt. 6” cork wedge heels, a silver anklet, and a choker completed her look.

Riding the Wave [MF][BWAM][Interracial]

Originally posted on Literotica in two parts.

**DAVIDA**

“Come on, baby. It’ll be fun,” I whine, growing frustrated at having to beg my husband for sex yet again.

I lie alone in my hotel room, in my decadently plush queen bed. I push the crisp white sheets aside to cool my burning body. The ice cold air conditioning drifts across my hardening nipples. I imagine Maurice with the phone to his ear and his thick, brown fingers wrapped around his long cock. My hand drifts across my round belly, past my curls and down to my weeping channel.

“It’s been a long day. All I can think about is sleeping,” Maurice says from the other line. Guessing by his annoyed tone, his hand is nowhere near his cock.

“We can make it a quickie,” I say huskily, the phone lodged between my ear and shoulder. With my free hands, I part my swollen lips and rub my throbbing clit. Watching all those muscled surfers at the beach has left me in need of release.

Maurice yawns. “Tomorrow, I promise. I can hardly keep my eyes open.”

She Shares Her Husband. He Makes Me Squirt [FM]

One of the guys I’ve been playing with is an older white gentleman named Mr. D. He is well educated, sharply dressed, the face of his company, and a great family man. His wife knows about me. She even encourages our relationship; they are poly. When I first met Mr. D I wasn’t sure of his capabilities. Being older either gives you a bonus or a setback. Either you’ve learned how to fuck or can’t last long enough to fuck. I even explained this fact to Mr. D boldly on our first date. He reassured me he would “try his best” in the sweetest softest tone. This did not assure me but our attraction was what kept me interested in him. 

For our first meet, he suggested a hotel that we both agreed on. I arrived at the hotel anxious about the meet. For me, if the sex doesn’t satisfy me then you have to leave my life. Yes, you have to leave my entire life; we can’t be friends. Bad sex leaves the worse taste in my mouth.

Welcoming Home My Wife [MF]

My wife has been travelling extensively for a work assignment for the past three months. She is typically gone all week, home for a couple of days, then gone again. Sometimes, like now, it is multiple weeks between visits home. It marks the most distance between us, for the longest periods of time, in our marriage. Needless to say, there is often a lot of pent-up passion when she returns, however briefly she is home.

She ended one of her travel stints Thursday night. This is the story of how I welcomed her home.

I woke Friday morning intent on clearing the path (and the house) for a day filled with welcome home sex. My wife had arrived home late Thursday night, cuddled with the kids, and passed out. Friday, I got them each off to their day camps. My wife and I both needed an adult day. I had taken the day off to make it happen.

While the kids waited in the car, I walked back into the bedroom, leaned over and kissed my wife, whispering, ‘We are about to have the house to ourselves all day.”

Married People Can Have Hot Sex Too [OC]

It had been a long year and we needed to get away. Over the last year we’d had some major blowups and seemed to be constantly arguing. After some soul searching, we decided to stay together and recommit to our marriage. Yet over that year, it had seemed that all the bad feelings and past misunderstandings had dampened our spirits and that our sex was good but lacked passion. Our anniversary was coming up so we decided to have a date night at a local hotel. Why should the cheaters have all the fun and hot sex? If they can meet for sex adventures at hotels and in cars (hell, I even heard about cheaters renting storage lockers to have discrete sex on a budget) then why not married couples?

Starting with the hotel check-in, I knew that there would be something different in the game plan for tonight. My wife had been feeling standoffish and reserved. Lingering feelings of remorse had made her normally extroverted person seem publicly hesitant and uncertain in my presence. She stayed behind me and did not make eye contact with anyone. Was she having a flashback to a prior rendezvous’ with an old lover? Was she feeling some guilt or just distracted by the people in the lobby or just bored with the process? It was clear that we were together but her mannerisms were deferential.

The incredibly sexy time my wi[F]e and her cousin [F] had a threesome with a famous athlete.

Using a throwaway for this obviously….My wife and I were reminiscing about this story recently (we have talked about it many times because it turns us both on) and got really turned on so I decided to try to write it out in story form and share it here. This involves my wife (before we were married and our relationship was still open), her cousin (step cousin actually) Alli, and a famous NFL player. We’re going to call the NFL player “Mike” for legal reasons.

My wife was in Alli’s wedding as they grew up very close to each other despite just being step cousins. My wife has always been a very sexual free spirit, although she isn’t one of those girls who is very open about it except with partners or with her closest friends. Alli is in general fairly conservative although very pretty. Her husband now says she can be a freak in bed but I don’t know. At the time she had always seemed pretty square and my wife agreed with that (until this story at least)

Husband [M] fulfills wife’s [F] masturbation fantasy

*A little* [r/relationship](https://www.reddit.com/r/relationship/) *type venting first.* *My [50M] low libido wife [43F] has expressed for years how she’d love to watch me masturbate.* *I finally agreed to do it for her as part of a Want, Will, Won’t list we did a couple of months ago.* *Problem is that she never brought it up again. After a couple of weeks,* *I tried to prompt her by asking what scenario she preferred.* *Did she want to hide?* *Did she want to sit right in front of me?* *She’d answer with apparent enthusiasm but then forget about it again.* *Finally, in a last-ditch effort to kick start some kind of fantasy play.* *I wrote this story.* *It’s what she supposedly wants, written in a light bondage setting from her perspective.* *I finished it 2 weeks ago and she can’t be fucking bothered to even read it.* *She hasn’t even realized that I deleted the Dropbox link I sent her.* *Anyway, it’s probably crap, but I wanted* ***someone*** *to at least read my effort.I’m open to some honest feedback.* *Should be obvious at this point, but it’s mostly about a guy jerking off.* *Pre-emptive answers/humblebrag: Yes, that’s me in the pic that’s linked.* *The text messages are actually exact copies.*

The Past Never Forgets : Ch. 1 – The Reunion[Part 1][Blackmail, Cheating, MF]

In response to one of my prompts with the same name as the title of this post, I found an amazing partner u/ScrittoreNotturno. Together we’ve written quite a few chapters about a man and his sugar-baby who left him years ago, but he’s now back in her life. The following chapter is heavy on story, and sex is minimal. It mainly deals with the themes of cheating, reluctance, risky public play, and banter. We hope you enjoy this as much as we did while writing this, and we would love to hear feedback.

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(All characters are 18+)

It had been nothing but a distant memory for her after all these years. She had left everything behind, made sure she erased all records, and left no tracks as to where she was moving. She was done. She was no longer the naive young girl that she once was.

After ten years, she had found herself in a respectable career, working at a reputed position, and her power was enough to cause envy in even her closest ‘friends’. Her personal life was as fulfilling as her professional life. She had found an amazing husband, and her little son was about to be two years old. Oh, the things she had planned for his upcoming birthday!