Well , it all started out as a great day at work. So feeling like celebrating the conclusion to the week , a shower and dinner , then out to get a drink. As I got up to order my drink , I couldn’t help but notice the single demure woman at the end of the counter, I told Frank my favorite bar back at this spot , to get her what she wanted too. I did it just for that off chance of recognition, no strings attached. I picked up my drink and headed around towards the dance floor. This disco had been a great place for several reasons , the disc jockey , was incredible , the moods and music were hypnotizing , and the lighting effects simply amazing, the DJ toyed with to the rhythm of his beats as he skillfully blended like each new song was a natural extension of the one before it.These club nites were always worth the trip ,and although the club was bi-sexual in its crowds , it was always a fun time getting into dancing and the women … wow … there were some lovely women, from time to time that came thru ,that for a primarily straight guy , just made my mouth water,and me beg the gods for any sign of acknowledgement. Mind you , I had always enjoyed a good blowjob , no matter who was giving it to my happy penis with a mind of its own.
Tag: Wife
[MF] Fucking The Monogamy Out Of The Married MILF Who Lives On The Floor Below Me…PART TWO!
[**PART ONE**](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8z624j/mf_fucking_the_monogamy_out_of_the_married_milf/)
So a few people have been asking for updates on the MILF downstairs. I have to be honest, a few of you scared me, talking about how this alcoholic husband of hers might murder me. I’m like checking behind my shower curtain now and shit. I guess if you fuck someone’s wife, you should be prepared to face the consequences, but you don’t always think about the consequences when two magnificent tits are staring at you like, “Please come suck on me!”
How does one say no to that? “Nah, I’m good. I just ate lunch?” That doesn’t work. I’m pretty sure (not 100%) but 95% sure I’d still suck on them titties even if the husband was waiting outside my door with a shotgun. I can jump out the window and escape. There’s a dumpster below my window, I think I’d survive the fall, depending on when the trash was last emptied.
My wife is a showoff and I love it [FM]
Yup, I’m a sucker for it. The wifey (40) has an incredible body and I can’t get enough of other guys getting a peek. Instead of going too in depth with any of these stories, allow me to present a quick Cliff’s Notes of some favorites I remember.
One Fourth of July we were partying into the early hours of the morning. We heard a few trucks rumbling through the neighborhood and thought “sheesh, it sucks that anyone has to work this early on a holiday.” So my wife went outside in just a robe and waited for the next one to pass. When he did, he got a complete flash… and left us an appreciative honk.
Once we were drinking with a friend who was lonely and he was whining about it. “Hey.” I said… “How about showing him your boobs?”
“I don’t have anything to be ashamed of!” she said as she lifted her top. Five minutes later the friend was moping again, I said “at least you saw some boobs” and he claimed he didn’t see them (?) so she did it again.
The time a Cougar taught me anal sex [M][F]
There’s something exhilarating about meeting a stranger for intimacy. I’m not insinuating that the connotation reflects outright debauchery, but my cock always stirs at the thought of becoming acquainted with the newness. I had been using Tinder on/off for a few years, but for the most part, to no avail. I’d fallen into the typical trap of seeing the same ladies on the online dating app, but unfortunately, used the device as more of a way to pass the time as opposed to landing critical hits. I came to understand that my awkward, goofy attitude just didn’t compute into Tinder’s algorithm the way I had hoped it would. Let’s face it: I loved posting pictures of my cat and I, I was still in school trying to finish my second degree, and my hobbies included video games, playing guitar, and Magic: the Gathering. I stood 5’ 10” on a good day, topped with a mop of hair, the color of which was a cross between blonde and brunette as if they had gotten into a street brawl and my color was the messy aftermath, and I had packed on some pounds after discovering craft beer tasted very good. I still had my wide shouldered frame but had a slight pudge above my waist that hadn’t existed 2 years prior. To wrap up my background, I was single at the time of this story, and had been for close to 2 years. Coincidence lent heavily against me, no pun intended.
Foolish (cheating, oral, workplace)
He wanted his fingers drenched in her sent. He wanted his lips to taste of her. Already his dreams were filled with her, the length of his showers because of her as he stroked his cock to the way she moved her hips, to how her chest grew round and stiff when she stretched and that teasing sliver of her midriff was exposed.
How she bit the end of pens with full, pink lips across the table from him during board meetings as he took extensive notes.
Just how she looked.
And how she looked right through him.
Vinn had been at the company two years, surprised he enjoyed the work when he’d only applied in desperation. He hadn’t noticed her initially, just another employee who worked a few floors above him while he pushed paper. Besides, he wasn’t in the habit of ogling woman, he was married with children. If he looked it was briefly and with the dull wanting of a man who slaved long hours and came home to children.
He noticed her first when she stopped short of smacking the back of his head with a file he’d composed. Instead, slammed it down on his desk and with absolutely no passion in her voice told him, “Take another look at this.”
One Little Mistake pt. 1 [MF] [blackmail] [dubcon] [SFW… for now]
One Little Mistake
Chapter 1 – The Confession
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I’m sitting at home playing some video game while waiting for my wife, Court, to return from work when my phone buzzes. Seeing a blue light I know it’s Facebook. I pause the game and pick up my phone.
“New Friend Request”
*Huh. That’s strange. I wonder who it is,* I think. Opening the notification I read that it’s some guy named Ethan. I don’t know anyone by that name so I check his page. I eventually find out that he went to the same college my wife did and is friends with her roommate Ashley. *Not friends with Court though. That’s a little strange….*
Wondering why he friended me, I send him a message: “Hey. Who is this?”
A few minutes later I get a reply: “Oh shit. Sorry. Didn’t mean to friend you. I was trying to get a hold of Court. You’re her husband right?”
A little confused I reply: “Yeah I am. Why were you trying to get a hold of her through me?”
[FM] The time my husband proposed an open relationship…so I decided to beat him to the punch
Hi all! This is an experience of mine from a little while ago. I had fun putting it all down in writing, so I really hope you like it. Please be gentle! (at least at first ;) )
My name is Tyler [F], and I root for the tigers. Not “Tigers,” not a sports team, like literal tigers. When you hear on the news that a tiger escaped from a zoo and zookeepers are working to try and catch it, most people hope the zookeepers can safely tranquilize it before it gets too far. But not me. I don’t want to see anyone hurt, but I can’t help wanting the tiger to make it out, like some weird four-legged Andy Dufresne. The tiger doesn’t really belong in the zoo, and she never asked to be in the zoo, so if she can find a way out, I say more power to her.
Multiple Scoregasms [Free-use lite/Orgy world]
“Fuck!” I gasped after jumping over the bench, which had been laid on it’s side, to act as the makeshift “boards”. “That one in the pink is fucking fast, eh.”
Katie nodded in agreement as she gulped from her water bottle.
I had been a part of the Multiple Scoregasms for three years now. The league was billed as “gym class for adults”. It was pretty much right on the nose. Every week our team of nine (if everyone showed) meets up at the South Regina athletic centre and plays a different gym class-level sport. Last week it was dodge ball; this week it’s floor hockey. It might seem juvinile or geeky, but whatever, fuck the haters, after a long day of sitting around at work, its pretty fun to be able to run around and sweat and play for ninety minutes. Most of the people in the league are pretty chill, you know, just there to have some fun. Ages can go as high as forty or as young as eighteen, but for the most part it was bored, childless, late twenties/early thirties-ish, nerdy, couples.
[MFF] losing my threesome virginity
I’ve been with my OH for a long time (15 yrs), we have our ups and downs like any marriage, but our sex life has, on the whole, been great.
Being with someone for that long you really understand exactly what the other one wants and we’ve definitely grown into our sexuality with each other where pretty much nothing is off limits. Anal on the weekly, bondage (totally getting further into the BDSM thing), pegging, fisting, toys- the list goes on.
Now, I’ve known for a long time that I liked women as well as men, but apart from a few drunken fumblings, have done nothing about it. I talked to my OH about it early on in our relationship and he had the typical ‘yay threesome’ response.
Fast forward to about 8yrs together. We’re married, one kid, house in suburbia, full time jobs etc.
He comes home and says he’s bumbed into a mutual friend we’ve lost touch with (too much drama), she’s left her wife, moves back home and needs a bit of tea and sympathy. So she comes over and we have a night of food, fun and loooooots of alcohol.
[F]irst Time Fisting [M]y Wife [Kink]
Have you ever reached that plateau where you become bored with life? When I say bored with life I mean bored with your wife?
The time that this story takes place, I had reached that plateau. You see my then wife, now ex wife (Laura) and I had been married for a year. The honey moon phase was over, although we still had sex about 3 times a day. My dick had reached that point where it was a struggle to get off. Laura would either be upset that I couldn’t get off, or that I would sometimes refuse her advances all together.
I of course had issues of my own, porn addict, depressed and stuck in a dead end job, we were terrible at managing money together, and now I was refusing the thing that brought us together… sex.
There are many sexy stories that I could share. From our first sexual encounters, road tripping fun with family, and even some slight exibitionism. None of these are the stories that I would like to share with you today.