So as most of you know I am not dominant. I am very very submissive. As part of my submissive duties I take care of the cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. One area I slack in is cleaning, especially the bathroom and the kitchen area. My Master has been kind enough to let me find a sub who would be willing to do the cleaning for me. I can across a post on Fetlife of a guy looking to do exactly what I wanted. He was a submissive cuck and wanted to serve a sexy woman. I was very up front with him in the beginning saying that I am not naturally dominant and that this would be a new role for me. He said it was alright because he is new to this and he thought I was sexy. Master and I met Adam for breakfast the morning after the Kinkmas party. He was very nice. He is in shape and very ginger. I love gingers. We got along really well and decided we would make something happen with him coming over and serving me.
Tag: Wife
(M)(STR)Can I see?
I met Karen at the same party I met my now wife Kayla. The two were inseparable and many speculated I was dating the pair. We had many late nights, sleep overs and even some flirtatious conversation’s but I never actually hooked up with Karen. Dont get me wrong the idea definitely crossed my mind but I never put any real effort in.
Fast forward ten or so years and the three of us are still great friends. Life has definitely changed, Careers, homes, marriage and kids but we still make time to hang out and have drinner a few times a month.
Stick Shift
I asked my wife to share some stories from her sexual past. She agreed and this is one of her true stories. She was 18. I have more.
Making Up Is Hard To Do [MF, Anal]
We were naked on the bed in our bedroom. We lay there sticky and spent from epic make-up sex. We’d come together after six months separation. The sex had been carnal. Crazed. Sweaty. We’d been quiet for several minutes after. Just breathing.
Then my wife said, “I was with some guys while we were separated.”
I was quiet for a bit, absorbing that revelation, not totally surprised and somewhat relieved, then I said, “I was with G.”
She turned to look at me, “My friend?”
I turned to look at her. I said her friend’s full name.
She inhaled, blinking rapidly. Turned away from me and stared at the ceiling.
“Quantify ‘some guys’ for me.” I said.
After several long moments she cleared her throat and said, “Three.” She told me their names, prefacing one of them with “a guy named.” I knew the other two. Well.
I turned away from her and looked at the ceiling too. My heart was beating so hard it almost hurt.
After several more silent moments she turned on her side reached and placed her hand on my chest. “You okay?”
More anal with my ex [MF]
My ex-wife and I had a lot of problems, but none of them were in the bedroom.
First, the usual descriptions. My ex is a natural redhead, who, throughout our time together, weighed about 100-110 lbs, and has B to small C cup tits and a decent ass. I’m a little heavier than average, with an average sized cock. We usually had pretty intense sex, often lasting 1-1 1/2 hours with multiple orgasms for her. Since I am both a gentleman and a pervert, my bedroom rule is if it feels good, do it. She often got nervous trying new things, but once she got over her initial nervousness, there was very little she didn’t like. This one is about the positions we tried during anal sex, among other things.
After our first successful anal, we were like kids with a new toy. We’d talked about what we’d like to do, and basically…we decided to try everything for at least a few minutes. So, think of this as a position guide of sorts, but hopefully way hotter…
Tonight [M]y Wife Fucked My Ass
Tonight I let my wife fuck me with her dildo, and it felt amazing. I’ve hardly ever let her play with my ass let alone fill me up with a fake cock, but tonight we went for it and I have no regrets. It was so hot, while she was fucking me I told her to “fuck me with your big cock”, I felt like such a hot cum slut. I had planned on fucking her but once she got up to a rhythm with the dildo in my ass she wanted me to cum, and I completely covered myself while stroking my cock. Afterwards her pussy was soaking wet! I fingered her pussy while she rubbed her clit and sucked her tits until she came. Tonight was great and I’m really happy we do this again.
[MF] I fucked the cop’s wife in a dirty alley. [cheating]
If you’d like to read more about my time with Tina (and see a pic) check out my previous thread: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5nfot/mf_creampied_the_cops_wife_cheatingpic/
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I’ve been going a little stir crazy.
That isn’t to say that I haven’t been busy. With two jobs, a stable of four steady FWBs, and the occasional one-night stand, I’ve got a lot going on… it all just seems to be happening in my apartment. Last night I realized that I hadn’t been to a bar for social reasons in months.
A few texts later and I’m making the 20 mile trek to some redneck bar out in the sticks to meet up with Tina, the curvy blowjob machine who I’ve been fucking behind her cop husband’s back for the last six months.
By the time I’d found the dirt-floored bar, Tina was already pretty buzzed and greeted me with a deep kiss and the least subtle crotch grab ever. I reciprocated by grabbing her ample ass, which looked amazing in her X-mas themed tights.
Throughout the night, our PDA quickly evolved from occasional kisses and “accidental” brushes of hands to the two of us in a dark corner, my hand down the front of her tights, aggressively working her pierced clit.
Sex drugs and electronic music. [MF] [Cheating] [Drugs]
The last few months has been really hectic, I changed jobs and haven’t had a proprer holiday in over 3 years. After a particularly challenging project I knew it was time for me to take a few days of rest and do something adventurous.
And what could be better than meeting your lover in a remote forest cabin for a week-end of drug-fuelled adulterous sex?
First things first, I had to make excuses to my wife to go off and “find myself” for just less than a week. Lucky for me, my lover Lexi, is a habitual organiser and less than 10 minutes after mentioning a meet up in a deserted forest somewhere, she shot back with details on a place and flights which would have me there in no time at all.
She was already at the cabin when I arrived. Dressed in a tight top and a lacy French-cut slipje. She looked better than wonderful, especially since I had treated her pretty badly during my project. I was stressed and we managed to miss-communicate even the slightest things which led to a pretty strained affair. This weekend was supposed to get us back on track again and few things open your mind like a chemical adventure.
My Tinder Date Last Night: Getting Fingered is so Chill [MF]
If you’ve been reading my stories, you know its been thrilling for me to be able to talk about and chronicle some of my exploits…
It’s also been amazingly hot to read messages from everyone, and connect with some of you off of Reddit. Still, I’ve had my own needs and find myself on the major apps (mostly Tinder and Bumble) regularly.
*If you haven’t read my stories before, my name is Riley. I’m 26 years old, and a bit of a girl-next-door type. Specifically, I’m a 5’4” brunette with brown eyes, I wear my hair long, a bit past shoulder length, and I stay pretty toned with cycling classes. I’m no supermodel, but I’ve never had trouble attracting a guy (or even a girl).*
This is a really quick story, but I’ve been getting a lot of messages from people that basically think my sex life is crazy. It can be, but a lot of the time things are way more chill.
For example, last night I saw David again – this was the married guy who I met on Tinder a week ago ([and wrote about in this GoneWildStories post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a44uub/my_tinder_date_last_night_swiping_right_on_a/)).
A Game of Depravity [Part 6]
Very little in Mina Abott had changed. She had wholeheartedly expected her sexual revolution to shift perspective, alter her being. Yet, outside the frequency of her exploring the offerings of their bodies, her life maintained balance.
She continued to plunder through manuscripts, Daniel would often – after they had caught their breath – retrieve his laptop and serenade her with narrative. She would give him pointers, all the while wrapped up in either his sheets or her own.
They continued to share meals together, bicker over dishes being done, alternate through daily household chores, and occasionally carpool into work.
At first, it surprised Mina how effortlessly they carried on with little disturbance to their daily routine, until it finally made sense. They had always bordered on the precipice of sinking into depravity together. Their lives overlapped like the corners of a blanket coming together as it was folded. This was just another layer, though hidden deep between the others. As far as she knew he never spoke of what they did outside of their company, and she dared not mention it to Megan unless she wanted to be picked apart, seams split by ravenous questioning.