[MM] Revenge plan for being raped Fun personal Story. Part 5

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In this part i will include more than one sessions that happened over the span of couple of months. Frank started talking about new experiments that he learned from this person. Frank said that this person was a FBI agent. He explained to me how this person teaches people how to act in sexual acts, whether that is gay or straight. I was interested immediately into this FBI person. So he put me in contact with that guy. Frank gave me his phone number. I started texting this guy, and his approach was completely different from Frank.

Me:”Hi, is this Rob, the FBI agent?”

FBI:”Master wants to know why boy wanted to contact master?”

Me:”I wanted to know if what Frank said was true?”

FBI:”Boy is disrespectful towards Master, he must be punished. Boy needs to answer to master with Yes sir or No Sir. And its Master here who is gonna ask the questions. Does boy understand?”

Me:”What?? no, i am not calling you master or telling you Yes Sir or no Sir. I just want to know”.

Views, Part 1 [Mf] [exh] [voy] [mast] [cheating] [oral] [teasing]

Mark was starting to think that a few months in Hawaii to teach an Honors course wasn’t that bad of a deal. He stood in front of the hotel, his suitcase sitting on the sidewalk next to him. The hotel looked expensive. But that was one of the perks of being employed by such a prestigious university: he didn’t have to pay for any of this himself. Not the room service, not the wifi, and not even the pool.

Mark was in his mid forties. He had dark but friendly looking eyes with barely visible smile wrinkles in the corners, and his dark hair was stylized neatly, brushed to the side. If one looked closely, they might spot gray hairs among his black ones. Although he kept himself healthy and fit, he was nearing the middle of his life, so he tried to learn how to really appreciate the good when it came. And this was good.

[MF] [FF] [MMF] [Group] My History of Sharing

To be honest I really do not recall a time when I wasn’t sharing R. To put it into perspective we met in high school band in ’98. Much like other kids our age we were a raging ball of hormones and the experimentation of youth. Even before R and I had officially started dating I knew she was “fooling around” with her best friend during sleep overs. I was OK with it because we were also fooling around a bit after school as well and she would tell me about it. We always had an understanding that there is (for us) a separation of physical attraction and intimate romantic feelings. When they both combine it is amazing but for us they can be equally enjoyed.

So when we did realize we also had deep romantic interest in each other we didn’t see a reason that had to be mutually exclusive with her girl time sleepovers as long as she continued to tell me about it and that she promised to tell me if she was getting more romantically involved than physically involved. I even found that it was almost as erotic for me knowing that they were probably nude in bed together at that very moment while I few houses down was playing playstation in a heightened state of arousal.

[mF] Surprise in the shower

So let me tell you about one of the most strangest, yet satisfying encounters I have ever experienced.

My father and mother are always saying they never see their two sons and beautiful daughter in law. They insisted that we all take a vacation together. So we all headed down to Florida for some fun and sun. We had rented a house on the water. The house came with the use of a sailboat docked in the back yard and there was a swimming pool too.

Now this encounter happened on the morning of the second day we were there. The day before I spent drinking beer most of the day while sailing and lounging by the pool. Then later that night, I went to a couple of my favorite bars and the local titty bar. I didn’t return back to the house till after 3 a.m. I was able to stumble to the room I was in and passed out on the bed.

The next morning around 7, but felt like only 5 minutes later, my father came in the the room to let me know there was breakfast and then they would be going out sailing after. I’m not exactly sure what I said but most like was that I would catch up with them later.

[F/M] How I fell in love with my daughter

I am in love with my daughter. No, not the “I am a carrying parent” version of it. We are a couple, since let me think, about six, seven years. We live together. Behave like every other couple. I am the old fart, she is young and gorgeous. It isn’t something to be proud of. You cannot tell anyone what you really are. So, how did it came to that forbidden relationship? Was it my dream to hammer my dick into my little girl? Never. But it is what I do. And I admit it, I like doing it. I like fucking my own daughter. And she likes making out with her father.

It all started about two decades ago. My wife, mother of my only child, and I divorced. We just weren’t made for each other. My daughter chose to stay with her mum. Like in most cases. Kids stay with mum, dad sends them money and gets them every second weekend. We arranged it that way. As long as I lived in the same area like they did. But work forced me to move out. Believe me, it was a hard decision to make. It meant seeing my daughter only when she had school holidays and could fly over to the city I lived in.

Office Hours [MF] [Oral] [Student/Teacher]

I’m a bit of a hobby writer. I don’t usually dabble in erotica, but before I met my wife I enjoyed frequenting erotic chat rooms. My job sometimes requires that I travel abroad for long stretches of times, and I started writing custom erotic stories for her to enjoy when I’m not there. The student/teacher fantasy was one that she has always had a fondness for, and I felt like it turned out pretty well. This is my first real posting of my work, so be gentle. Constructive criticism is always welcome though. I hope you enjoy!

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Samantha stood outside the open office door of her freshman English professor, collecting her thoughts. She was only 19, and could feel the butterflies in her tummy, but wouldn’t let that show on her face. She took a deep breath and knocked. “Dr. Jones?” she asked as she stepped into the room. “Do you have a minute? I wanted to talk to you about the last test we took.” She held a paper in one of her hand, waving it a little to indicate what she was talking about.

It’s okay, because he did it. A wife goes too far with another man… [MF] [Cheating]

A better title might be “Because he did it”. She almost caught me cheating and now I get off on the idea that she’s been sneaking around.

**Written in first person, as my wife:** The idea that it is, “because he did it”, is the the center of it all. *It’s okay, ‘because he was teasing me.’, ‘because he pulled his cock out and put it in my face’, ‘it’s because he was taunting me that I suck at sucking cock’, ‘that I’d never suck his cock…’. So, I did. Just the head at first, then the whole thing. Then, I took it all the way into my mouth. Well, as much as I could, anyway.* Before he knew it she was deep throating him; you know she’s pretty good at it. And, he was bucking and fucking her face!

It’d been a long time since she’d even put my dick in her mouth. She didn’t like to anymore. Not after she’d caught me seeking a blowjob out online. But here she was, being found giving one to another guy. But not just anyone, my best friend!

Wife’s first time with her best friend [FF]

Quick aside – actually wrote this (and several other ‘chapters’) for my wife, so not really sure how well it will translate for anyone else. But I enjoyed writing it and she enjoyed reading it, so I figured what the heck, why not.

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Ever since we started dating, I had threesome fantasies that involved you and one of your friends. I suppose the threesome fantasy is pretty normal for guys to have. At first the fantasies involved Caitlyn, who you always said you had a “girl crush” on. Then she moved away and you started hanging out with Amanda more often and she became the go-to third participant in my head.

You were aware of my threesome fantasy; we had talked about them generally, though it was not often a topic of conversation. The most interest you’d ever shown in it was one drunken night at Greg’s. We were having sex, you on top of me, and struggling to get me off because I had drank too much. In an effort to push me over mentally, we started talking about Caitlyn being involved – she wanted me, you were encouraging me to fuck her, she was loving my big cock inside of her, you were masturbating watching me fuck her. The whole thing was super hot. But that was basically it outside of me mentioning from time to time that I had jerked off thinking about having a threesome.

[M] sexually frustrated and exploring myself

I’ve been married for a few years but my wife and I have never had a very productive sex life even before marriage and when we do have sex it is very vanilla to me… she is submissive and enjoys being choked, but only enjoys missionary, doesn’t ever want me to go down on her, won’t go down on me, and HATES cum. All things that bum me out. I’ve tried so many times to explain that I need and want more and it’s never felt like a priority to her. I have never had this problem with any women, and I used to have high self esteem and confidence in my looks and sexual ability, but this issue in my marriage has destroyed my self confidence and self worth, feeling like the person I am in love with doesn’t want me in return. We are seeing a therapist where I will be bringing this up more frequently because sex is very important to me, and neither one of us want to give up on this marriage so please no “she’s not the one for you” comments.

Not [F]ucking [M]y best friend, but so close part 1

This is my first ever Reddit post and I wanted to share a close call (or several) that I had with one my closest friends. Hopefully I do this right since I’m a gonewildstories virgin. We’re both married and now strictly friends so I’m keeping out some identifying details.

We met at work and had a pretty instant connection. To paint the picture, I’m in my early thirties, large busted, dark hair, pierced and tattooed, but not heavily so. He’s not my normal type as he’s pretty clean cut but he’s slim, mid thirties, fair, with bright eyes and a great smile. Through some drunken shenanigans, we realized we were both attracted to each other. We would continuously come close to exchanging a kiss, but would pull away at the last minute. After one drunken incident, his wife read some of our texts which while technically harmless did not paint a good picture, so we moved to a chatting and picture sharing app that would erase our messages. Initially, it was so our friendly conversations remained private. We agreed to just be friends but I continued to think about him and what I wanted him to do to me as I touched myself more and more frequently. I thought he had moved past the attraction.