I’ve read some of the stories on this subreddit occasionally and thought this would be a good place to share one of mine. This happened a few years ago, but I have never shared this until now. Awhile back I was in a serious long-term relationship that ended unexpectedly and roughly. I was heartbroken and was not looking for anything serious. I was just looking to fuck and I did a lot of it for a few years after. Right after the breakup I happened to fall into a friend with benefits relationship with a married woman I worked with. It happened unexpectantly and to be honest I don’t remember how it started, but it lasted for about three years. I dated other women, but she (let’s call her Sara…I always liked that name) was a regular sexual partner. So, if you like this story, I have several more that I can share.
Tag: Wife
[M]y wi[f]e and I reminisced about the first time she blew me.
A long time ago, [I wrote a story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1psv3j/remembering_my_first_blowjob_mf/) about the first time my now-wife gave me a blowjob, which was the first she’d given and the first I’d received. This post revisits that, but from her perspective.
On our most recent anniversary, my wife and I were staying in a fancy hotel after a lovely dinner, a lot of drinking, and a fun conversation remembering our early time together. When we got back to our room and we were in bed together, that conversation took a more sexual turn. My wife was already naked and she was pulling my last piece of clothing off.
I asked her, “Do you remember what you were thinking the first time you took my underwear off?”
“I was excited and turned on, knowing that I was about to see a man naked for the first time.”
“What else?”
“I was wondering what this would look like,” she said as she started to slowly rub my cock. “How big it would be. Whether I’d be able to get into my mouth. If you were going to be circumcised and if I’d even be able to tell one way or another.”
Interracial Love and Slavery..
I have always been attracted to black women… the slim ones with the bubble butt, firm legs, small breasts but proportional to her frame. Caramel to dark skin..
I’ve dated and three black women like that and one in particular has had my heart for years now.
I think about being a white man in the days of slavery. I’m a history / genealogy geek so I have researched a lot of graveyards and got to know people.
There were a lot of “Melato” people in those days. Some were birthed out of violent rapes by their slave masters. But, some were not.
I found so called “White Graveyards” holding a White Husband and a Wife who was black. Granted, That is highly uncommon. The old Census reports had children listed and Race was indicated as “M” (Melato).
I know me and I day dream sometimes about being a young man, well dressed, raised by a religious family who opposed slavery greatly.
I am in a town, and there is a slave auction going on. I hear a couple of fat, ugly and clearly racist older men looking, laughing and talking sexual about a girl. I look and I see a beautiful lady just a few years younger then me. Crying, chains on her arms, fear in her eyes.
St. Patrick’s Day House Party. My Husband and His Best Friend. [MMF]
How this arrangement came to be is an even longer story, involving a birthday, my husband, his best friend, the Fiancée, their roommate, and yours truly. It takes place in a sleepy southwest college town in the dead of winter. Maybe I’ll write it down one day, but that’s a long one. This is me [https://imgur.com/I5nS3FG](https://imgur.com/I5nS3FG)
It was St. Patty’s Day. I clocked out late and my adrenaline was high from one of my patient’s crashing on me at the end of my shift, I texted my husband that I was finally on my way. No reply, that was a good sign then, the party was in full swing. I’d be showing up in the middle of it (again). The hosts had told us to stay in a spare bedroom since I’d be coming late anyway, so I packed my bag the night before.
A Milky Dream Came True [lactation] [domination] [vanilla] [married] [fantasy]
A Milky Dream Came True
Another long day comes to a conclusion as I vacate the office in a hurry with the clock striking 5. I hop up in my truck and drive home for the 45 minute trip back into the suburbs bordering the countryside. I turn the wheel into the driveway, shut the engine off, and jump out. Hiking my way up to the door, I unlock it and make my way in, shutting the door with a thud sounding through the living room.
Sitting in front of me a few feet away is a woman. Her toned, Latin skin glowing through a mesh underwear set leaving little to the imagination. Her legs spread out some as she sits on the couch with the ottoman to support her feet. Her arms reach out over top of the couch graced by her curly, black hair with a ring on one hand marking what is mine. She looks incredibly sexy in her toned skin and lean, all natural figure. Not an ounce of makeup lays over an already sharp looking face with dark eyes set in them coated with a mischievous smile.
Gym Friend on FetLife [mf] [mast] [oral] [grool] [facial] [pee]
After a half decade long vanilla sex relationship, I wanted to explore my kinkier side. I created an account with FetLife, messaging women who shared similar kinks to mine. And that’s when I saw her. Beth. Well, at least I think I saw her. Her face was blurred. She promised in her bio that she and her husband were both very good looking people, but due to their careers, they had to keep things under wraps.
But there were clues. For starters, her name was Beth and her husband’s name was Richard. One photo included a photo of their dog, a boxer, which looked oddly similar to the one on her FB page.
Beth came to my gym and there was a distinct attraction. She was stunning. Short hair. Big breasts. Muscular, but not in an aggressive sort of way. I knew she was married, which is why I never pushed the flirting, but then, there she was! On FetLife, saying she and her husband enjoyed swinging, wife swaps, threesomes, and an open marriage.
I sent her a message and said, “Boy, you sure look familiar.”
Massage For The misogynist
“I want you to give my wife a massage,” began the email. “She’s a frigid bitch and she never puts out. Though I’m sure she’s a fucking slut when I’m not around.”
I already didn’t like him. I despise the degradation of women. However, I’m always one to hear someone out.
He wanted to arrange a massage for her to get alone and then have the details reported back to him. In his words, “I know the cunt will fuck you. I want to hear what a shitty little slut she is.”
I know sometimes people play with that kind of language. They don’t mean it. It’s a form of role play. It’s not my thing but I try not to judge. But the way he wrote, I got the feeling it was really the way he felt. I arranged to call him to go over details of the proposed massage.
Once he was on the other end of the phone, I knew for sure he was not playing a game. He really despised his wife. I imagine all women are the object of his ire. I agreed to do the massage and to call him afterwards. However, I was sure it would be him who got screwed in the end.
[MF] After the Happy Hour (part 2)
Thank you all for the kind words on my [last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9vlk9d/mf_my_goingaway_happy_hour_led_to_me_fucking_a/). I could have wrote more but my first post was already pretty long. It felt good to write it all down. I was feeling hesitant to post it since it was so personal.
Since Sarah and I really didn’t see each other at work anymore, there wasn’t much of opportunity for awkwardness. And the neighborhood is rather large so it’s easy not to see someone unless they are right in your block.
I had thought a lot about that night. In fact, I had to change the sheets and wash the comforter because of just how messy they got. Going back to that memory brought a smile to my face and even made me a little hard.
I thought about the clingy black dress she wore and the black lace panties she wore underneath it. The fact she didn’t wear a bra that night, how I came inside her not once but twice. I also couldn’t stop thinking about her fantasy of wanting to be my wife. It didn’t really bother me that night. It fucking turned her on but it just felt a bit weird to me. I decided that wasn’t going to dwell too much on it and if she brought up again, I’d ask her more about it.
How I Finally Fucked an Old Acquaintance [MF] [Cheating]
(All names have been changed, because y’all pervs) :)
Right after I graduated college I met Megan one warm summer evening at a drunken music festival. At first glance, I kinda thought she was a little bit stockier than I normally go for and didn’t really take too much notice of her. But as the night went on and we got to drinking and talking I slowly started getting drawn to her playful smile, sharp wit and mostly, her sense of innocence that seemed genuine yet unbelievable at the same time. As the night progressed, and more beers we’re downed Megan and I ended up drinking a bit too much, and we moved from conversing to getting handsy with each other and giggling like school kids with crushes.
The Maiden, The Witch and The King (FF, MFF)
**Syzygy**
Saga watched as the flames climbed the funeral pyre and began to delicately lick the maiden’s cold skin leaving patches of black char across her alabaster body. Her eyes sought the King’s face. He was standing on the hill above them all, looking down on the burning body of his young wife, staring resolutely into the flames. His strong brow set in grief. When Saga looked back at the pyre the flames danced as tall as the Upsaal behind it. You could barely see the maiden’s blackened silhouette inside the house of raging fire. The farmers and villagers took their turns bowing before the pyre and again before the king. Then they respectfully retreated to their homes and their daily rituals. Saga stayed and bore witness until the last of the commoners and nobles departed, until the King himself bowed his head and mounted his horse and rode away. Saga waited until the flames shrunk, and the smoke blew away with the salted wind, and night fell, and the embers cooled. She looked up into the night sky and saw the planets in their perfect alignment. Four celestial bodies perched in a line in the vastness of space. She set about her business.