My wife and I – decades of love, sex and fucking [MF] part (15)

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My wife and I – decades of love, sex and fucking [MF] part (1) from gonewildstories

Part two

My wife and I – decades of love, sex and fucking [MF] part (2) from gonewildstories

Part three

My wife and I – decades of love, sex and fucking [MF] part (3) from gonewildstories

Part four

My wife and I – decades of love, sex and fucking [MF] part (4) from gonewildstories

Part five

My wife and I – decades of love, sex and fucking [MF] part (5) from gonewildstories

Part six

My wife and I – decades of love, sex and fucking [MF] part (6) from gonewildstories

Part seven

My wife and I – decades of love, sex and fucking [MF] part (7) from gonewildstories

Part eight

My wife and I – decades of love, sex and fucking [MF] part (8) from gonewildstories

Part nine

My wife and I – decades of love, sex and fucking [MF] part (9) from gonewildstories

When a romantic night is ruined?[MF] [MFF]

I have a lot of stories to tell. Some seem a lot like “dear penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me…” But I’ll admit they’re true. I tend to be in the right place more often than not. I’ll try not to embellish too much and be as honest as I can be.

What are we doing this for?
Loooong story short we’re still married, but we have had some hang ups, still do. My wife had a relationship within 4 years of our marriage. I had done nothing until year 7.

Still battling this and that, my wife had to go on “business trip” (legit) for some time. We decided that things were getting better (as well as they could be) we would rekindle things on a trip and she would leave on her trip the next day from the city we had driven to.

We got to the posh hotel (this could’ve been an ad for the amazing deal we got on the room and place) We get in, have a mediocre quickie, and then plan for a nice dinner some drinks, shopping, and hopefully better sex. This didn’t happen.

[F]un with [M]y wi[F]e in [M]iami

So I wrote this for my wife as part of our sex game, haven’t sent it to her yet but looking for feedback.

Miami was the perfect place for me and my wife Sarah to get away from their busy and demanding life. The sun, the food, the fashion, the bodies, the perfect place to let loose and enjoy the atmosphere of sexy South America with the attitude of the South of France. Our dinner reservations were for eight at our favorite restaurant in South Beach, OLA, as I was finishing shaving Sarah stepped out of the shower giving me pause as I took in her delicious curves and pert breasts. “What time is it?” Sarah asked as I was shaken from my trance. We had plenty of time to finish getting ready and still make the reservations. Sarah finished getting her hair ready and asked me to help her with her dress, which I did, slowly admiring the red material adorning her body, presenting her breasts on a delectable platter. She twirled for me, giving a full look of what I was going to experience this evening. I wanted to strip her dress off her right there and fuck her but we were running out of time, it would have to wait for later.

The new neighbors (F/FM) (VOY) Part 2

Part 2

The couple above continued exploring each other’s bodies as she watched below. They turned slightly, now she could see his partially hard cock hanging heavily between them, as thick as she’d secretly hoped it would be. She bit her lower lip as she watched the wife’s small hand grip firmly around his shaft, a soft “fuck” escaped her lips as she allowed one of her fingers to lightly caress herself, shocked and thrilled at how wet she suddenly realized she was. The mans eyes above were closed as his wife brought his manhood to fill arousal. Below a sharp inhale could be heard as the voyeur began sliding her fingers over the hood of her clit, keeping time with the slow rhythm of the wife above stroking full length of her husbands shaft.

The Arrangement, Part 4

Part 3 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bgw90q/the_arrangement_part_3/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bgw90q/the_arrangement_part_3/)

DAY TWO, PART 1: Marlene had incredible dreams. In them, she was free, and there was no struggle that defined her everyday life. Also, even though she was snuggled against her new fuck-buddy (FB), for the first time since she could recall, she was able to stretch out. In their tiny apartment she & her 3yr. old son shared with her mom, Marlene slept in one of two bunk beds. Her mom had the other, and her son, who had a kids bed, was more often than not in with her. By comparison, several times during the night she had deliberately stretched as far as she possibly could, and relished that she could not feel the edge of the bed. It seemed an ocean of warmth, and she would hate to leave it.

[MF] A happy morning accident

I went to the gym this morning, but in my haste of packing my bag I forgot a towel. This meant going home to shower. Not a huge deal, just that I would be late for the “official” start of the day so I decided to take my first morning calls from home.

Being school vacation week, I know my wife had daily plans to keep the kids entertained, so the house was empty when I got home.

I had my first few calls, and then jumped in the shower. I got out and was pretty much wandering around in my boxers checking email on my phone when I heard a “Hello?”

I poke my head down the stairs to see my wife. I say hi, and then explain the situation. She then says that her mother took the kids for the morning.

I go back in the room when my wife comes in the bedroom and comments that I’m wearing my “sexy boxers”. She came over to kiss me and then started fondling my junk.

“How late can you be?”

“I’ve got time.”

The new neighbors (F/FM) (VOY) Part 1

The Kelly’s were nice enough to have next door, if not a little dull., she thought. Hopefully the new couple will at least have something more to add during the summer block party than small-talk and the same three tired jokes that she’d gotten so bored of. The cool evening air was a nice change from the humid late-June day; not that she had anything to cool down from, as she’d spent most of her time watching the new couple move their endless stream of boxes from the moving truck to the house next door.

She remembered doing the same almost six years ago, what seemed like an eternity of a day moving and unpacking with her husband, finishing the day exhausted and content in their happy little home. She let out a dramatic sigh, thinking now of how long it had been since she felt content with, much less exhausted by, her husband. Both of them worked too much, saw one another too little and had fallen into a dreary, repetitive pattern. “Oh god,” she thought to herself, “we’re becoming the Kelley’s.” The idea brought a small, albeit concerned, smirk to her face. He mind wandered back to the young couple next door, who hadn’t stopped to chat beyond a quick exchange of names while her husband had left for work. Richard and Molly? No, that wasn’t it, but it sounded close. She tried pull the names to the front of her memory before shrugging it off.

[MF] My wife e-mailed me a fantasy of hers. Or was it a real life experience?

We’d been having a continuous conversation about or sex life. A wide-ranging discussion, which was something we seemed to do every now and then for some reason. Our communication was good but could be stronger. We often texted our thoughts and feelings or e-mailed them. Face to face made us both nervous. I don’t know why.

I confided in my wife and let her know about my biggest fantasy. Something I’d kept repressed and buried deep. It was so hot, but so awkward to admit. I fantasized about her with another man. No, I didn’t want to be in the room and watch or participate. I did however want to know all the details. Every last one of them.
This conversation continued on for weeks and months. It faded, then it came back. I suggested something, a starting point of sorts. Write me an e-mail with a summary. Summarize a date you WANT to go on. You’ve got my blessing to do what you please, however you want. Let your mind run wild.

Caught on Camera [MF][first person][voyeurism/exhibitionism]

Emily’s breasts heaved with every breath, as she leaned back on my sofa and slid her hand down her tight stomach and into her yoga pants. Unaware that anyone was watching, or even knew she was there, she turned the volume on the television up with the remote that was resting beside her before dropping it to use that hand to pinch at her nipple through her loose fitting t-shirt.

From the vantage point of my hidden security camera, I could not see what she was watching on my television, but the sounds that came drifting through my airpods soon made it abundantly clear. The moans and grunts and “Oh fuck, right there”‘s and “Fuck don’t stop”‘s that carried themselves to my ears clearly belonged to my wife and I. Evidently Emily had found our collection of homemade sex tapes. It had been so long since we had watched them or made one that I couldn’t even remember where we had stored them. Bad move on my part, because now my kids caretaker was spending her lunch alone in my house, rubbing herself like crazy to them. On second thought, perhaps forgetting where they were stored was a good move on my part.

Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] | Part Two

Nick had been staring at the paper on his desk for awhile. It was just a test. He had 60 others in a stack next to it, all graded, mostly under 60% correct. This one was no different from the rest in the pile in that regard. In fact, this student had completely failed the exam. Zero questions answered correctly. But that was *exactly* why it was different, because Ariel Bosche never got a grade lower than an A. And now Nick was faced with a quandary of sorts — it was teacher courtesy and an overall unspoken rule that a failing student has to be confronted. This behavior was atypical, he knew. He also knew how important it would be that she get caught up on the lesson she flunked before they moved on to the next lesson, else she’d be completely lost.

But he also knew that if he was alone with Ariel, after all the times he’d imagined her moaning beneath him… there was no way he’d be able to control himself. Or, at least, it would take an enormous amount of self control. He would have to mentally prepare himself to resist touching her. So now he had a decision to make — allow her to fail without any intervention or confront her and struggle through his desires?