I Hate Fucked my ex boyfriend, as my first Hotwife experience [MF]

There was an adventure one night, where I arrived at this hotel room. To my surprise, upon knocking, my husband opened the door and let me in. As I walked in, I could see a familiar figure/face. As he turned around and revealed himself, I realized that this man was actually one of my ex’s. Needless to say that I was shocked and surprised as I practically gasped.

Now, I truly despised this ex. A pure abomination of a man, he was a misogynist, a selfish asshole, and simply just a purely arrogant man. He cheated on me, who knows how many times. But somehow, my husband found him, and arranged for him to travel to Las Vegas, and there he stood with me in the hotel room.

I am my husband’s wife, and I trust my him implicitly. So when my husband asked me to fuck my ex, and to satisfy him in every which way I would with my husband, I happily obeyed. All of the anger and resentment that I had for my ex was still boiling deep inside me. But I knew I wanted and needed to fulfill my trophy wife slut role for my husband.

(Bi) (mmf) How I met Bill and Lindsey

It was ten years ago. I placed an ad on Craigslist. This was back when they still had the personals section. I placed an ad looking for a date the night before my birthday. I was looking specifically for out of town married men who could be closeted bi/gay. And that was how I might Billy. I was living in Chicago at the time. Billy was in town for two months. At 52, he was a retired army general and now worked as a civilian private contractor. He was married for over 25 years and have two grown daughters. He was open to the idea of meeting a young bisexual Asian male, looking for a married man to celebrate a birthday after the stroke of midnight. We exchanged lots emails, a few pics and quickly spoke on the phone. He had a soft comforting voice when we spoke. He was the kind of man I’m familiar with. A man that knew he was gay all his life, but did the act of what straight men had to do. So he enlisted in the military once he turned 18. He married a woman because that’s what straight men do. We agreed to meet at his hotel room first and later head to our dinner reservation.

[MF] Quickie with the wifey

New here, first post. Hope you all like it.

Julie, My wife, is a damn sexy woman. She resembles “Mary Margret” on the series “Once Upon A Time” if Any of you know the show. A cute, fit, and curvy brunette with a pixie hair cut. She is a head shorter than I, petite with cute little breasts, a trim waist and beautiful curves. A few tasteful tattoos grace her body including one, smallish tramp stamp above her butt.(her first tat at 16) Her hips are sexy as hell and perfect hand holds to grip and she possesses two, delicious, round handfuls of ass.

When we first started dating we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and would fuck like rabbits at every opportunity afforded to us. In the bed, on the table, our tent, our car, behind the dunes at a beach or against a rock at some high vista point.
Now in our thirties with a son, a busy life and all it’s complications have served to make opportunities for loud, long and lustful sexcapades less frequent. Here and there we manage to wrangle a sitter to get out for a night of music, drinks and loud passion but mostly, the times in between are relegated to the “quickie” category. This category has come to be one of my favorites because of its very nature of squeezing hot passion into a short, random time slot of an otherwise regular day.

The mixer [F]

Hi, everyone. I’m sitting at my desk tonight, feeling a bit turned up, and the usual dose of stuffing myself silly just isn’t cutting it tonight. So I’m thinking over some memories, and wanted to share one of the shorter and more unusual ones.

About fifteen years ago, I was at a party, one of the ones where clothing was *ever* so optional and everyone knew everyone else, inside and out. There was a woman there, a nice lady but a bit reserved, who was slowly coming out of her shell as she had more and more people *in* her shell, who confided in me one night about something that got her off but never had the courage to do.

I’m always curious about things like this, so I asked her what she needed, and she told me that she was *very* much interested in the idea of double-dipping. What she was after was to be fucked by a man covered in the juice of other women. She didn’t want to have *sex* with the other women…she just wanted them mixed in with her.

We fucked in front of my boyfriend’s boss, the pervert [FM]

My first year out of college I was dating this guy, Jackson, who I was pretty convinced was going to be my husband at the time. We had amazing chemistry and he was just a genuine guy and we had the same life goals in a lot of ways – it was all of that stupid right after college love. I could tell it was stupid because we were dating for like a month and he kept telling me he wanted to propose to me. I was also his first real girlfriend.

He sold classic cars at this custom dealership and made decent money, he also flipped cars and motorcycles which in LA is pretty lucrative. His boss was this mid-50s dude with long hair and always wore a leather jacket and rode an old Harley. He was always a nice enough guy, but anytime I hung out there, he’d hit on me in a gross way and I’d never say anything because it would probably piss Jackson off to no end – probably enough he’d quit. He was super possessive in weird ways like he wouldn’t mind me wearing a sexy outfit to a club and get ogled, but if a guy said something to me he’d freak out.

[MF] Too lazy to move from bed on an ocean yacht I had a servant drink my piss straight from my cock.

TLDR – Skip to Day 1 for the sex. The first part is just me telling you how privileged I am.

Preamble:

Don’t bother messaging saying BS. I don’t care a whit if you believe a word of this or not.

I’ve given the background to our family situation in a previous post –

My 47[M] Colombian [F] sex slave, sort of. from gonewildstories

Go read if you care. In particular catch up on who Gabriella – my little butterfly is. In short she is a domestic maid who is kinky and likes being mistreated and used for all sorts of debauched slave and pain play. She has worked as a boat hand for us in the past and she can (whatever the word is) drive / skipper / captain / navigate a motor yacht / catamaran / mono hull around the world. She’s also a professional masseuse.

Our first [ffm]

We had spent the last few weeks browsing our favorite swinger site , when we found her profile.

We exchanged some likes , and we sent her a message to say hello. 

She replied back right away ….complimenting our pictures and asking for some more details about us. 

After some back and forth she asked if we had heard about a meet and greet happening in our area…and if we were interested in meeting there. 

We have never played with another girl , but we are open to see what happens… so we agreed to meet her later that night. 

My wife dressed in her sexiest little dress. Her tits looked amazing, along with the rest of her body ….we were getting so worked up thinking and talking about our date that she had to suck on my cock before we even left. I made sure to cum deep in her throat so that none of it spilled. 

When we got to the hotel bar, we saw our date sitting alone , with a drink in hand ..looking very sexy .

We approached her , said hi and sat down. My wife sat on one side of her , and I sat on the other. 

[MF] I’ve been sleeping with my wife’s sister. (Continued)

Original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ag7weg/mf_ive_been_sleeping_with_my_wifes_sister_for_a/

I want to thank everyone for the support on my previous post. I want to cover a few things before I continue with what happened. There will be no pics for now. The wife would never go for it and I haven’t even brought it up with the sister yet. Although, she has sent me videos but those will be off limits. I’ve gotten several messages about my wife getting involved. That will most likely never happen. Reality is far more awkward than fantasy. I can’t even imagine how that would go. I just see a bunch of awkwardness that would kill any kind of excitement around it. This mainly started because of one ingredient: alcohol. Im more than happy with what’s going on now and don’t want to ruin it by getting greedy. Sorry if that’s disappointing!

The next morning I woke up with a huge hangover which for the most part kept my mind off the dread of facing my wife. It hit me tho soon after I finished taking a shower. I didn’t want to go to the kitchen as I had no clue on what I was going to say. How was I going to justify it?

STRANGER FUCK [MF] [cheat] [oral] [anal] [mast] [facial]

The challenge for Stephanie and Mark was to spice things up a little bit. For them, spicing things up could be something as simple as a handjob on the sofa. Their sex life was boring and Stephanie knew it. Mark didn’t mind so much. He could go ages without any sort of release. Stephanie, on the other hand, couldn’t.

Stephanie had desires. She had things she wanted to do. When it snowed last winter, Stephanie begged Mark to take her onto the deck and fuck her, doggystyle, in the snow with her little snow pants pulled down just enough for him to enter her. He laughed and said she was weird.

One evening, Mark came home late from work to find Stephanie in bed, masturbating vigorously. Instead of kicking the door down and jumping on his wife and fucking her brains out, he quietly tiptoed into the living room and waited for the moaning to stop. And then he came in to the bedroom, undoing his tie.

“When did you get in?” She asked, sitting up anxiously.

“Oh, a while ago. I just wanted to give you some privacy.”