Tag: Wife

Our first sleepover [MFMF][Group]

There is a bit of story here – to skip to the sexy parts go to the bolded heading “Upstairs”.

We are still recovering from the events at Matt and Karen’s last night [(story here)](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61so0o/if_you_swallow_it_wont_get_in_your_hair_grouporgy/) when I get the text from Bobby. “Do you two want a visit on our way home? Beth had a nap and is all energetic.” A quick chat with hubby and the plan is in motion. They’d arrive after supper and spend the night. I quickly prepare the guest room, and tidy up a bit.

Before long we see them pull up out front and approach, and I’m still in a state of disbelief. They arrive and we spend some time getting to know them a bit. Last night was a bit of a blur – I often say first times are great but second and third times are less frantic and often even more enjoyable. She is stunning, with a quiet intelligence than contrasts his loud and passionate energy. We talk about their life, their relationship, and the broader concepts of BDSM and domination and submission. Although my husband and I are what many consider quite vanilla, we love to learn and always try to understand the people we’re with. We talk about the intimacy of sex with another couple, or a unit as we coined the couples within our new group of friends. When I began exploring I was looking for one night stands, and my line has always been “no feelings”. Tonight, we discuss feelings that exist naturally between friends who fuck. It’s an interesting concept to me and one that I’m surprised to find I enjoy immensely. Read more »

Yes Sir [MF][FF][MFF][Mdom][anal][oral][bd][long][Final Part]

Later that day we are eating lunch and talking. “Are you happy?” I ask.

“Of course.” she kisses me quickly.

“Because I was thinking about our promises and I want to make sure I’m holding up my end. Are you sure you’re happy”

“I’m so sorry about the mess. I’m happy but…You’re great in bed”

“You’re happy, BUT, I’m great in bed?”

“You’re great but sometimes I want more.”

“More sex”

“Yeah” she says embarrassed, “I know you’re tired and…”

“Sore?” I offer

“Sorry” she says more embarrassed. “It’s just sometimes I’m so…hungry. I’m masturbating like twice a day”

“Maybe I could help with that?”

“You’re going to help me masturbate?”

“Sure. Like the other day in the shower.” Read more »

Second [F] BBC Experience

I could not have imagined the satisfaction that our afternoon interlude had given me (see First [F] BBC Experience) and the sheer craving it created. I could not wait for our meeting after dinner.

Brett and I did the good worker thing, went out to dinner with our respective colleagues but had committed to each other that by 8:00pm come hell or high water, we would do what it took to politely be excused from our work/social obligations.

I showed up to Brett’s room about 10 minutes early just as schoolgirlish as it gets. My anticipation was causing me to almost pace. Finally when I heard the door handle being rustled, a silent YES echoed in my head. Brett stepped in the room and quick chit chat began.

As he removed his jacket and tie, a positioned myself to literally jump into his arms and began deep kissing. Such a large man holding me felt exquisite. Read more »

Giving my first Bj! [MM] -Long

So this is really cool for me I am answering a request that a redditor had to hear about giving my first blow job. Hope this doesn’t disappoint! I’m thirty now so this would be thirteen years ago.
I had been living in a rural southern area that I had just moved to as I was still living with my mom so I ended up wherever she went. Where I was from was a major American city and now I lived outside the city limits of a city with a population below two thousand. I didn’t know many people and I was recently introduced to yahoo messenger and chat as well as computers overall. I was a fast and eager learner. In chat and through yahoo messenger I made several interesting friends as well as met many crazies.
One night I received a message from an unknown name. He was being very forward and saying things I thought to be a joke. About maybe I should try guys because they are less drama. He referenced a line in my profile where I put something about women only being with you until they can upgrade. Yeah…sorry about that I was being an emo kid after a very recent break up. I tend to handle things more adult now. So still thinking some friend I actually knew was fucking with me I said “This must be Richard”. He said “Does Richard get to fuck you”. I was a bit surprised.
Through more messages he proved he wasn’t just fucking with me. He found me in the yahoo date base liked my profile and lived near me. Wow! At first I thought more a long the lines of creeper but after a couple weeks of normal messages and discussions I had a change of mind. He was laid back and open about his intentions but never pressuring. I would ask and he would answer. Most answers had my teenage cock leaking precum begging to explode. Some answers I’d think about all day making my cock hard through out school and work until I could get home to talk to him about it and of course jerk off thinking about it.
At this age in my life I was a cum fountain. I was always horny and always jerking off. I had curious thoughts but I hadn’t dont much with either sex. Still a virgin I had only received a few blow jobs and fingered a few girls. When it came to guys I was only interested in the dick. Not romance or kissing. That to this day turns me off but a nice looking cock will make me beg. The guys in porn always had great looking cocks. Bigger than mine which I know now is average but also sexy the way they trimmed or shaved. As an adult I understand what’s real and normal but before seeing another I thought most looked like porn dicks and I was lacking.
He would message me and really fuel these thoughts in my head. He offered me head if I ever wanted it. That was how we found out I was more submissive. I told him when I thought about head with him I was the one giving. He loved this. He would toy with me. I’d message him and he’d say “so think about sucking any cock today” jokingly. It helped put me at ease with the negative feelings that you get from society about wanting to suck cock and still being a man. I would answer honestly If I had or hadn’t. Then he’d tease about who’s cock. A friends or strangers. I lied. If I had told him the truth he would know it was always his!!
Even after watching a porn where the guy had a nice one if I wasn’t thinking of fucking the girl then I’d be imagining the taste and feel of his cock. I knew I wanted it but wasn’t sure how I’d feel. Would I be gay? I never thought so because boobs. A woman’s body, feel and touch forever hold the majority house in my sexuality republic. Still everyone knows sucking a dick makes you gay. At least at that age they did.
He helped me come to terms and understand it wasn’t gay or weird. He was mostly straight with an ex wife and kids but loved to play with guys. After a month or more of knowing him I told him that when I imagine a cock sliding past my lips it’s his. He laughed and said “good, ready to meet me?” I wasn’t but I wanted to bad. I said so and he said still no rush no worries. That laid back and no pressure attitude sealed the deal.
I knew I was going to do it but wasn’t too sure how I would go about it. I was messaging him one night after work and he mentioned this girl he was fucking and sent a picture then told me all the details. I was rubbing my cock through my shorts. She was sexy as hell. Then he sent another one and my jaw dropped. She was sucking him and his cock was fantastic. Until now I realized iv given you no details of him. He was thirty eight years old white and handsome. He was a little chubby with thick brown hair and a sexy beard. He was in the medical profession because I saw a pic of him in scrubs at a hospital. Never asked exactly what he did. Also I had just found out his cock was great. A little longer than average but had a upwards curve and a thick head. She had her lips wrapped around that head and I was straining my boxers horny with jealousy. Read more »

In the field of bluebonnets [MF][public]

Tonight, my wife told me she wanted to fuck in some flowers. Of course I said absolutely, since it was one of our bucket list items, and began plotting a route to find some flowers to satisfy her needs. We were on my motorcycle at the time, and I asked if she wanted to stay on motorcycle, and swap to the van for a little more security. She said stay on the motorcycle. I said, Yes, thats my Baby Girl.
We headed thru a few towns, on a few backroads, and ended up near Chappell Hill, which is rumored to have many bluebonnets. And it does, but they are all behind fences and in open fields. They are pretty, but not someplace I can strip and do what consenting adults do before the sun goes down. So we kept riding. We rounded a curve NorthWest of town, and saw an unused iron gate, opening into a field. The road was also unused, and covered with bluebonnets. We continued riding a few more miles past the gate until we reached the edge of civilization, then turned around. We decided to try the spot. It met many of our requirements, and we hoped, if somebody spotted our bike or us in somebody’s field, we could just say we were taking pictures. Well, we really were taking pictures :)
We walked to the corner of the field, about 50 feet from the road with a grown up fenceline on one side, and woods to our back. Bluebonnets at our feet, and an open field in front of us. The road, very close had a sharp turn at the end of the field near the spot we had chosen for our extracurricular activities.
My wife picked up her shirt as I dropped my pants, and we kissed and made out a bit. Then she grabbed my dick and began sucking me until I got hard. The feeling of standing in an open field, with your wife’s tits hanging out, while she is sucking my dick is very interesting, and very hot. Soon my dick is hard, and I told her to bend over. She dropped her pants, and showed her ass to me. Enjoying the view, I massaged her ass, then grabbed my dick, and steered it toward her pussy. I knew she was very wet from thinking about what we were about to do for the last hour as we rode to find our spot for our play. It also helps to have a 6 speed, 700 pound vibrator :).
Anyway, she was very wet, and my dick slid right in, filling her fully. I began pumping as she began moaning. She came quick the first time. Outdoor sex is very erotic, and makes us both cum quickly. I continued pumping, and heard a car come by. We were very close to the road, but behind an overgrown brushy fenceline. However, scared of getting caught with our pants down, I pulled out and told her to be still (of course I was still enjoying the sight of her ass in the air), figuring we could not be seen, hoping they didn’t stop to check on the abandoned motorcycle on the side of the road.
The vehicle was a pickup, and much to my surprise, was way higher than the fence line. Not a clear view, but I could see the driver. Then they slowed down, and I saw brake lights. I told my wife to get dressed, and reached for our clothes. Then the truck sped up as it rounded the corner. Wooh, they may or may not have seen something, but they were more interested in the road.
Luckily, my wife didn’t have time to get dressed, so after a few kisses, and a few licks to get me hard again, I bent my wife over, and slid my dick back in her pussy, and began stroking into her body. She came again, talking loudly as she did so, and I felt her body relax as her orgasm subsided. It is so cool to make lots of noises when nobody (you hope) can hear. Several vehicles drove by during these orgasms, but we just stayed still, and they continued driving by. But not for long. She tensed right back up, and told me she was cumming again. I told her good, because I was about to fill her pussy with my cum. That made her explode, and I quickly followed.
After a few more slower strokes, as my dick softened, her pussy pushed my dick out, and it was over. But not really.
She squatted down, and sucked our juices off of my dick. She moaned as she tasted us. Then she stood up an kissed me. I can not begin to describe the feelings and tastes felt with this kiss, after making love making in the flowers.
For the next 10 minutes we lounged around and took pictures in the flowers, flowers in our mouths, no clothes, laying in the flowers, kneeling, showing all of our parts to each other and the camera. She sucked my dick again as it got dark, then we decided we had pushed our luck.
Content, and full of smiles, we headed back to the bike, took a last parting shot of tits on the wooden fence, then hopped on the bike and headed for supper.
a few pics from our evening : https://imgur.com/a/AYbN2
thanks for reading, comments are appreciated (and may bring more opportunities for more stories), as are suggestions for our bucket list/ other stories. and if you have tried this, or want to, tell us all about it.

High School Reunion [MF][bondage][public][long]

(NOTE – This happened about 10 years ago.)

I hate reunions. I didn’t attend my 10-year reunion, my 20-year reunion, my 25-year reunion, or the reunion of my college graduating class. I haven’t been to homecoming since I graduated college. My line of thought is that if we were close enough friends during the time, we’d still be in contact now … I have no desire to go into a room with people with whom I got along with marginally at best and re-live the ‘good old days’ like it was an episode of a sitcom.

But here I was at a reunion. My wife’s 20-year reunion.

I’m three years older than my wife, which created an issue in high school. As I looked around, I noted that everyone in the room would have been a freshman while I was a senior, which explained why I knew no one here except for the people who had been in the band (one of the few places where upper and lower classmen mingled). My wife, social butterfly that she is, had flitted off to re-introduce herself to someone. I stood off to the side nursing my third Crown on the rocks, listening to the DJ play music that was popular in the early 80’s and sincerely wishing I were somewhere … anywhere … else. I could think of a number of things I would have preferred to be doing. Several options leapt to mind. Having a wisdom tooth extracted, for example. Perhaps a vasectomy without anesthesia. Maybe an Oliver Stone movie marathon. Read more »

If I had a time machine…; [FM][free-write][interracial][fantasy][non-fic][short]

You know, if I had a time machine, the first thing I think I would do is send myself back to a 1800s plantation, wearing nothing but lingerie, and immediately give myself away to the first black man or woman that I saw. Call it white guilt.

They would probably think it was some kind of trap at first, and I don’t blame them. I would sit in one of their shacks, wait for them to leave the fields, and greet them by the foot of their bed on my knees. Fuck it, I would bring whips and shackles with me as well. I would hold the whip in between my teeth, with my arms behind my back, and I wouldn’t even hide the fear in my eyes. Would he even care about my safe words, if he had witnessed a face like my own whip one of his friends, or even him, without mercy? Would he even receive sexual pleasure from whipping my fat ass, or would he just want to beat me to watch me in pain? Read more »

[MF] Got Fucked in the Kitchen [kink]

Warning: This post contains donuts. If you’re not into reading about food + sex then maybe you shouldn’t read this.

I had a habit of overworking myself – it was hard to deny that I often finished what I started – My relationship that ended in marriage, my ongoing collection of cute taxidermied mice, Cheers to Frasier, Venture Bros. etc. But there were also instances of laziness, where I leave work early to buy donuts from that horridly popular doughnut store. That doughnut store that boasts having the best donuts in the city but in truth the clientele was just a bunch of drunk or stoned, middle class hipsters. But a doughnut is a doughnut and these were as good as they’re going to get – in this god-awful city.

After getting the donuts I drive to my apartment and find my husband’s Lexus parked next to the Jeep. I meditate on reasons why he could be home and just assumed that he was exhausted from that two-day trip he had visiting family. I admit he did get a little needy and we spent the entire night of his last day fucking on the phone. Read more »

I[m]promptu Wi[f]e Swap 3: St Patrick’s Lucky Charms [public][anal]

The previous stories in this chain have descriptions of all parties as well as some pictures. See “Impromptu Wife Swap 2” and “Impromptu Wife Swap” for the previous tales on how we ended up here!

It’s been 3 months, and yet again, Sarah, Dan, Lauren and I have had a date swap full of fun and debauchery. We’ve all concluded that the best thing we’ve done is implement the 3 month waiting rule. It has kept things fun and still makes us all a little nervous and giddy each time we meet up for those nights.

We were all trying to decide on when we wanted to have our next date swap when it occurred to us that St. Patrick’s day might work as the perfect time. After much deliberation we decided it may not be the best idea to go St. Patrick’s day crazy AND date swap crazy in the same night. Inevitably someone would drink too much, throw up, and the whole thing would be ruined. So instead we decided to all go out for St. Patrick’s day, take the next morning and afternoon to recover, and do date swap the following evening on Saturday night. Read more »