[MF] Fucking The Monogamy Out Of The Married MILF Who Lives On The Floor Below Me

Hello. It’s me again. I’ve already posted two stories on this sub. You can check them out by [clicking here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8wz1g5/mf_its_vanilla_but_vanilla_is_one_of_the_most/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8xityu/mff_how_a_road_trip_with_my_exgirlfriend_and_her/). My first story was about a sexual experience that happened a few years ago, second story happened a year ago, and now this third story happened just last month.

I’ve been living in the same apartment building for close to 7 months now. It’s a smaller building. I’d guess there are maybe 20-30 units. I’m not the type to mingle with my neighbors. I don’t even like talking to my own family most of the time, why would I want to talk to Billy in 103? His dog wears shoes! How can I trust someone who puts shoes on their dog? Point being, I don’t know many of my neighbors. I might see them when I check the mail or take out the trash, but that’s it.

Not a Sound, Pt. 3 (Mf) (Cheating, Risky, Ageplay, Oral)

After I’d climbed into my sleeping bag for the night, having just left the tent of a recently fucked nineteen year old girl, I spent time looking at the wedding ring on my finger and tried to think back to how I’d felt on that day – love for my wife, excitement for the family we would have together and the future we would experience. I even had a good career that I enjoyed for the most part, still did.

So why was I trying to throw all that away with Emma?

For two nights now I had fucked the young student in my care, each time filling her with my cum, with barely any care for the consequences until it was dripping out of her. When I’d asked her nervously if she was on any birth control she had just laughed and wished me a good night. It was a laugh that tormented me as sleep finally pulled me under.

Once again there was no indication that anyone had heard what Emma and I had been up to as we all sat down for breakfast. This time the teen kept on looking at me as we snacked on dried fruit, a slight quirk to her full lips as she chewed slowly on a strawberry. Even the way she ate could make my lust for her stir.

Not a Sound, Pt. 4 (Cheating, Risky, Ageplay)

The return from camp was a relief despite perhaps having the best sex of my life for three nights running. While it was good, while I felt a desire I hadn’t felt in a very long time, I also knew I was happy about not feeling so on edge. Sneaking around like that, no matter how hot it was, wasn’t good for my blood pressure. So as I sat on the minibus, I resolved to see as little as Emma as possible until I got my head straight. Until I knew I could say no to her.

When I arrive home, the house is empty except for my wife. Kate is short, around 5’1, with light green eyes and dirty blonde hair. She’s always been slim, even after kids. All in all she was in good shape for a woman her age, which makes what I’d been doing with Emma all the worse – even more of a reason to stop it.

Not a Sound, Pt. 4 (MF, Cheating, Risky, Ageplay)

The return from camp was a relief despite perhaps having the best sex of my life for three nights running. While it was good, while I felt a desire I hadn’t felt in a very long time, I also knew I was happy about not feeling so on edge. Sneaking around like that, no matter how hot it was, wasn’t good for my blood pressure. So as I sat on the minibus, I resolved to see as little as Emma as possible until I got my head straight. Until I knew I could say no to her.

When I arrive home, the house is empty except for my wife. Kate is short, around 5’1, with light green eyes and dirty blonde hair. She’s always been slim, even after kids. All in all she was in good shape for a woman her age, which makes what I’d been doing with Emma all the worse – even more of a reason to stop it.

[MF] The Intern

She looked over her shoulder to ensure she had my attention as she guided my cock toward her pussy. As I stared into those brown eyes, she spoke. It was barely above a whisper but every word was heard clearly.

*”Be gentle…I’m very tight.”*

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So this is going to be a weird story but I had to tell it as it has been weighing on me. I’m going to try and format it as best I can but I apologize for any jumps.

A little over a month ago, we hired an intern from a local college. This was something that I’ve pushed for every year I’ve been employed with my company but I was always told no. Imagine my surprise when on a Wednesday they told me my intern was going to start on Friday. I wasn’t consulted. Never saw a resume. I didn’t have a name until Friday morning. But whatever. I work in a chaotic environment and this would be easy to deal with. There have been much grander challenges thrown my way.

Catcalled, 2 Blowjobs and a Cum Walk [MMF]

Walking down the street and being catcalled is what it is. Guys who are just hanging out will stare and admire. Some may say something, other may not. The confident and ballsy ones will whistle or will hoot and holla at you.

One day, I was walking to meet my husband somewhere for drinks. I was wearing my yoga gear, but paired it with some cute heels. (yes, I’m that type of woman). As a pretty woman, wearing skin tight yoga pants, low cut bra, and heels, you’re basically on display walking in a major street.

So, I’m walking and these 2 guys ​are just hanging out on their stoop. They look at little rough around the edges. Wife beater shirts, tattoos, timberland boots, in decent shape. As soon as they see me, they start staring and whistling and stuff. I’m walking closer to them, as they start commenting.

“Damn girl, work that ass”. “Look at those tittes, mmm” I’m a little annoyed by the comments, but somewhat interested. I was impressed by their confidence (or they just didn’t care).

When I’m walking pass them, one of the guys yells “Damn, would love to fuck your face”. That made me stop, and somewhat smirk.

My [M] Sugar Daddy Life With Two 18 [f] Year Olds Sugar Babies Part 1

Shortly after I turned 30 my wife left me. She felt I cared about my work more than her and honestly, I didn’t give her the attention she needed. To often I picked making an extra $10,000 closing a deal over taking her out to dinner.

For the next year I was depressed and did what most work alcoholic do and doubled down on work. On the outside life was good a six figure salary, huge 5 bedroom house, golfing, travel, and more. Yet I quickly realized how I missed having someone to spend life with.

Meeting The Girls

I didn’t want to date it had barley been a year after the divorce. So what does any guy with a high six figure salary who wants company? Well I decided to try my hand at being a sugar daddy. I joined one of the popular SD/SB websites posting that I wanted a GF without the commitment and was flooded with messages. I guess there are not too many 31 year olds who really has the money to be a sugar daddy.

[M4T] Making him dress up in his wife’s clothes..

I’m not the first person you’ve met online.
But in the past it’s always been a let down. Some married guy shows up acting shy and and anxious. Or a big talker with rock hard abs and a huge dick can’t keep up or last as long as he says.

You’re skeptical.

But, deep down, you have a feeling things will be different.

You knew it from the minute you read my ad–direct, to the point, firm. I wasn’t looking to play games. I wanted a sissy to dominate.

I told you exactly what I wanted in the first email. I listed my demands and wouldn’t compromise. I was firm. Commanding. The type of guy you knew could take charge.

I show up at your house and park out front. You just talked to your wife and know she’s a thousand miles away. There’s no chance she’ll interrupt us.

Still, you’re apprehensive.

What if the neighbors see me?

What if someone drives by as you open the door?

But I’ve told you exactly what I want. Any disobedience and I leave.

So when the doorbell rings you step out to greet me.

[MF] My (36M in Houston) first true hotwife experience

I’ve had a few threesomes, but my experience from earlier this week was my first true hotwife encounter, so I thought you might enjoy it. This may end up being a little long, so you’ve been warned.

I’m on a few “adult dating” sites, and as all single males know, it’s a tough world out there. Typically, there are a lot of men, and far less single females and couples…and when you throw in the fakes, flakes, and ghosters, it can be an annoying and often frustrating experience.

But it is what it is, and you know what you’re getting yourself into with these sites. However, when you have a good (or great) experience, it can make everything worth it. I had such an experience earlier this week.

I receiving a few simple messages from a user on one of these sites that said they were visiting from out of town, and wanted to know if I could meet them at their hotel bar to see what might happen. She’s 34, white, 110 pounds, and 5′ 4″. He’s 37. I’m 36, white, 210 pounds, and 6′ 3″.

Locked Cock and Made to Serve

After my last episode of being caught jerking it, my wife and I decided it was in my best interest to be locked up tight in a chastity cage. What happened? Well…

Her sister stayed with us for a weekend. And during the time, she needed a pair of shorts. My wife loaned her a pair of my running shorts, specific a pair with an interior lining. The kind you don’t need underwear with. After she took them off for the day, I sniffed them. That earned me a spanking as well as a ruined orgasm and ballbusting session.

Once the cage came and I was secure, my wife would do whatever. Keep me locked up to go drinking with the girls and flirting with guys. I would have to milk myself with a vibrator and collect all the precum to drink when she came home.

But that was nothing to what happened next.

My sister in law came back to stay with us for a few days. It’s hard to not stare at her. She’s tall, fit, tanned, and devilishly hot. I spent the whole day preparing the house and food and then spent the whole evening serving them drinks.