I was 19 years old and in college when this adventure started. I was broke and looking for a job whenever a family friend suggested to my mother that he knew someone who was looking for a live in babysitter, since it was suggested by someone I trusted, I decided it was worth checking out. I had text with the wife back and forth, and she invited me to dinner at a very nice restaurant with her and her husband (with them footing the bill) and I quickly agreed. That was the night I met Tom and Denise Howardson.
Tag: Wife
[MF] – Sex with my wife’s younger sister
This story happened a couple of years ago when I was 28. My wife’s (26) sister Haley (22) had just gotten out of a long term relationship and was staying at our house for a week while she got back on her feet.
As a little bit of background, my wife has been okay with me sleeping with other girls in the past, but only if it was something she had arranged. This had happened only a couple of times.
Now I had been lusting after Haley ever since I started dating her sister. She is, and always has been a bit of a brat (that’s what being a younger sister will do to you I guess) but my god is she gorgeous. She’s about 5’2, brunette hair just past her shoulders, a slim but still somewhat curvy body with perky probably C or D breasts and a very cute face.
Having her in the house was torture. Watching her walk out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped around her as she walked to the guest room with her smooth legs poking out from underneath the towel. It didn’t help that she likes to wear low cut tops. I’m sure she must have caught me staring, because she would shoot me these teasing looks every now and then.
True Stories #2: First Love (Lost Forever) [MF] [MILF] [Long]
*The following account has been translated and edited into English, and although written in first person, is in no way my own first hand experience, but the story of a friend / acquaintance*
Part 1 of this story which takes place 15 years before, can be found [here] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7gcvde/true_stories_1_first_love_village_life_mf/?st=JALWRBZT&sh=64566dbc)
**Chapter 1**
If you don’t already know, my name is Nizam and I am a 27 year old native Iban born in a village that looked something like [this](https://www.123rf.com/photo_84318138_a-village-by-the-river-in-sarawak-kuching-malaysia-landscape-view-of-the-local-house.html). I had many fond memories of the Village where I met my first love, and had my first sexual encounter. That first love also became my first heart break as she (not by choice) married a local timber baron and disappeared from my life.
Since then I studied hard and made my way to the USA on scholarship, secured a job as a photojournalist, and married an American woman who bore me a beautiful baby boy. But I still had an itch to go back to Borneo, just to see how things were like. My wife offered to stay back in the US to take care of our son, while I applied for a few days of leave and flew back to my homeland.
Investigating the S.L.A.V.E school (Part 3) [F] [F watching Fm(inc)]
Anabelle Smith’s Mother expressed over the phone that she would love to have me over, and that she and her husband were so glad teachers were taking an interest in their feelings about high-school education. Perhaps they wish for a better life? Maybe they want some famous investigator *(Say, someone named May Lovelace, ahem, me),* to get them out in exchange for protection. As nice as that sounds, i am quickly losing faith in the people of this town.
A white house with sturdy construction, with a small single-car garage. It looked to be a house for a prospering family: A Mother, a Father, a few kids and nice dog. The yard was flat and neatly trimmed to an expert degree.
A red wooden door was all that stood between me and where the dark magic happens, where propaganda and local government influence may have turned these people into savages.
“Hiiiii!” Mrs. Smith greeted me, a movie-star quality beauty, with killer hips and curly bleach-blonde hair, obviously not more done-up than any other day.
“Hiiii!” I replicated the greeting. I was enthused and excited to be here, but not to improve her daughters education. She seemed excited to have me here, but i don’t look anything like what she expected.
Neighbor, Sir. Part 2 [bdsm – mdom/ fsub]
Thank you to those who have read Part 1 and have written such kind things. Thank you, also, for your patience with me.
A delicious, beautiful obsession.
Their schedules were not meshing as she’d hoped, but the anticipation was intoxicating. Between their houses was 15 feet of grass from her back yard to the neighborhood walking path, about 6 feet of asphalt, then approximately 75 feet down the path to their yard and another 20 feet to his back door. Occasionally, when she was in the yard with her kids during the day, she could see his wife Cindy out in their yard with her kids. They would wave to each other and smile. She knew she should feel guilty or ashamed about what she did with him, and for what she intended to do again, but she didn’t. Both she and he knew that, if they had to, they could end it and go back to the way things had been. This, whatever this was, would be a delicious, beautiful memory.
Neighbor, Sir. Part 2 [bdsm – mdom/ fsub]
To those who read Part 1, thank you for your kind words and for your patience with me.
A delicious, beautiful obsession.
Their schedules were not meshing as she’d hoped, but the anticipation was intoxicating. Between their houses was 15 feet of grass from her back yard to the neighborhood walking path, about 6 feet of asphalt, then approximately 75 feet down the path to their yard and another 20 feet to his back door. Occasionally, when she was in the yard with her kids during the day, she could see his wife Cindy out in their yard with her kids. They would wave to each other and smile. She knew she should feel guilty or ashamed about what she did with him, and for what she intended to do again, but she didn’t. Both she and he knew that, if they had to, they could end it and go back to the way things had been. This, whatever this was, would be a delicious, beautiful memory.
An Unforgettable Family Dinner [Mf, Mdom, taboo]
Unlike my predecessors, I had kept my hands off the young women in my territory. I had fooled around my my share of whores and strippers, but those girls had already fallen. I left the ones who were still pure alone–they just didn’t appeal to me.
That was until I met Lily.
She was working in her father’s bakery after returning from college for the summer. Fairly unremarkable when she left, she returned more mature and had a look in her eye that caught my attention when I went in to pick up a cake for my wife’s birthday. We chatted while I waited for her father to box up the cake and I noticed a concerned look on his face.
As I paid, I found an excuse to touch her hand and felt a surge in me that had been long dormant. I could tell she felt something as well by the way her eyes widened and she subconsciously wet her lips. I decided we needed another cake for the party and I told her father that Lily should deliver it to my house that evening.
Last weekend I told my husband.. [FMF]
If you haven’t read ‘My husband doesn’t know’ then go do it.
Jenny and I have been talking about that night since. When we are out we dance together and tease the guys. We haven’t done anything but kiss a bit when drunk.
Last weekend we were out drunk and I told her I was going to tell my husband about it and she said ‘Let’s go tell him’
We took a cab back and worked out a plan. It was late so I went up to wake him. He sleeps naked while I’m out because I usually come home horny. I kiss him and he stirs. Then I go straight under the covers for that cock. I started sucking it and it was hard instantly. He was now awake and he sat up and ripped my top off. I was already wet thinking about what might happen. I climbed on top of him in only my skirt. He slid inside and I started to ride him.
May Grows Up pt. 5 [MF, mF, Fm, mf, inc, oral]
When the kids got back to their campsite they found it empty and went in
and turned the TV on again. They didn’t have a long wait before the adults
arrived and, as they didn’t offer the kids any explanation as to where they
had been, the kids didn’t ask for one because they didn’t want to be asked
what they’d been up to either.
That evening at supper Sarah told them all that she had talked with May’s
mother, Ruth, on the phone earlier that day and that she would be arriving
the next day, probably sometime after lunch. After supper they all went to
the swimming pool again, the cool water feeling so pleasant as the children
splashed and played together until being joined by Bunny soon after getting
into the water.
True Erotic Stories #1: First Love, Lost Love (Village Life) [MF]
*The following account has been translated and edited (with some creative liberty) into English, and although written in first person, is in no way my own first hand experience, but the story of a friend / acquaintance*
**Chapter 1**
My name is Nizam, and I was born in Borneo, Sarawak, to one of the many [Iban Tribes](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iban_people) in the region.
Contrary to popular perception of blood thirsty head-hunters, the modernization of Sarawak in the 1980s turned this sleepy village into a timber production region, and most of the men in this village (which looked more like a shanty town on stilts) were employed by the local *Tungku* (Baron, Landowner) to work in his timber factory about 2 hours drive away. Sometimes the men were away from the village for weeks at a time during the high season, leaving the women and the children in the village to their own devices.
Once they turned 18, most parents (thanks to money from the timber factories) would send their kids off to the city to pursue a higher education – with the hope that they would find a job in the city and never come back; and most never did.