When my wife was my girlfriend and we had been only dating for a few months we were both still living at home with our individual families. This mean that to fool around we usually had to either wait for opportunities at either house or go find somewhere to park. It was in these early days I realized that l liked showing off my girlfriend’s tight body.
Tag: Wife
X-Post With /r/SluttyConfessions. How We Spent Our New Years Eve
I was asked to post this over here as well so here you are.
So my wife and I aren’t swingers really. I like to show her off because I think she is sexy and she likes the attention as well. Well I have caught my best friend making glances at her over the years we have been together. We were invited to his house party for new years and here is where the story begins.
We went over to his house in regular clothes…jeans, t-shirt. My wife had on green panties that were lace in the back, and a regular VS Pink bra to “assist” with her tits (She is an A cup)
As the night went on drinks were had, I got pretty well drunk but enough to where I was still cognisant. My wife had enough to get tipsy as she doesnt really like to get severely drunk anymore. It was enough to start letting inhibitions go though.
My friend was keeping up with me so by about 10 we were both drunk. I watched as my wife and my friend kinda flirted with eachother touching here and there. My friend being kinda sly about it while my wife was not.
BLACK COFFEE [M/F, Raceplay, Office]
#**|** *Author’s Note*
This story deals with a taboo genre of erotica dubbed *raceplay*. It’s not for everyone and it is certainly an acquired taste. That said, I think you’ll find this particular story to be fairly tame, given those standards. There is some racial language involved, which is worthy of this *trigger warning* I’m giving it; but all in all, this tale is a harmless one. The other kink this story deals with is cuckolding. Again, an acquired taste, but a far more common one. And as always, all feedback and criticism is greatly appreciated.
#**|** *Black Coffee*
So, last Wednesday night, I get a call from Tony Marshall — yes, *that* Tony Marshall: the one who got fired for the cluster-fuck he made outta the McGreggory account back in the 70’s.
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Yeah, *him*. Cost the company a pretty penny, if you remember that far back. A few Christmas bonuses, too; people took that real personal. Now, speaking strictly for myself here, I thought the guy was set up to fail from the word go. That seemed clear enough to me, but — well, never in my twenty years here have I seen the office rejoice to watch an exec booted out those rotating-doors. It was a real spectacle, you had to be there.
[Request] Find a story of a Husband, Wife, and Ex-boyfriend who needs a place to stay.
Couple months ago I read this very detailed and alluring post on 4chan about this husband and wife who were happily married but need money. Along comes the wife’s ex and they are unsure at first if they should let him stay but he gets them to agree.
The rest of the story is how the ex tries to flirt with her and she pushes him away until the husband agrees to take more money so that he can watch them have sex.
The Practice (Hannah 1) [Str8, MF, Fsub, Mdom, oral, huml, reluc, sm] (x-posted to /r/sexystories)
Hannah was angry and nervous, but mostly angry. She had expected to be out from under her parents’ thumbs when she moved away for college, but here she was, waiting to see some “therapist” named Dr. Wilcox. As if she needed therapy… Her parents were so over protective!
“You can go on in,” the receptionist finally told her, and she huffed up from the couch and opened the door to the inner office; a burst of warm, moist air brushed her face. She passed through an odd foyer immediately beyond the door. There was a small bathroom and shower, towels, toiletries, and a few empty shelves. Weird.
She opened another door and stepped into a large corner room with wood paneling on two walls lined with built-in bookshelves; the other two walls were huge windows overlooking the college campus from 20 stories up. The floor was covered with thick, soft carpet, and a raised platform like a stage filled the corner against the windows.
“Do you like the view?”, a man asked in a deep voice that startled Hannah, distracted as she was. Before she could answer, the man continued speaking, staring straight at her, “I do not.”
That’s Not Bubble-Gum, But It Does Have A Cream Filling [Str8] [MFM] [cuck] [Fdom] [huml]
I met Jim and Kelley at a restaurant bar the night I got stood up by one of my lovers. I was halfway through my first drink when she texted to say she had a family emergency. I was disappointed, but I didn’t drain my drink right away because a sexy woman sat down next to me and smiled.
“Hi,” I said. “Can I get you something?”
“A martini and an Old Fashioned,” she replied. “My husband is parking the car.” I instantly thought I’d been had. Still, a drink meant I could at least talk and maybe flirt, and I like meeting new people.
She was dressed to the nines. She wore black heels and a black dress, with silver jewelry that matched her short, silver hair. The drinks arrived just as her husband did, who took the seat on the other side of her. I introduced myself to both of them, Jim reaching across his wife to shake my hand. “I’m Kelley,” she purred, and I’m serious when I say there was a spark when we shook hands. She held my hand long enough that I got a little nervous, but her look was pure attraction.
Childhood Fantasies Do Co(m)e True
All growing up much of my time was spent at the house that nested aside mine. Our neighbors were kind, simple people, who helped raise me for much of my life. They had a daughter a few years my minor, Ali, whom I’d go over to play with nigh daily. Her father, Kev, was a mechanic who was a pretty terrible alcoholic. He was verbally-abusive, and undeservingly mistreated his wife, so much so that police would be alerted on a monthly basis. His wife was as exotic as her name, Raquel, whom ever since I can remember I’ve been infatuated with. Raquel barely surpassed five feet. She had incredible curves, starting from her legs building up to her large, perfectly round breasts that hung off her body elegantly. All these waves were complimented by her tan, lightly freckled skin, as per her being part Italian. She had brown hair with caramel highlights that waterfalled down to her shoulders, and soft hazel eyes that broke part from the rest of her adorable round face. This culminated into a quite an enticing package. Growing up I would always try to sneak a peak at her whenever possible. One time, I even got to see her bare-breasts when her top fell down. This only fueled my desire. Her breasts matched the rest of her skin. Tan dotted with mocha, and the apparent smoothness made me want nothing more than to run my hands across them. The delectable skin was met by dainty, pale nipples that were juxtaposed by her sizable olive breasts. Simply tantalizing. Is it possible to fall in love with someone based on their 36 year old body? Raquel legitimately made me ponder that. Every time I would go next door, I’d get every glimpse of her I could. Sometimes I couldn’t save my hard on for home, which would force me to sit on their couch until I got my mind off Raquel enough to stand up. The most I had gotten to see of her below the waist was a night she was laying in bed. Every night Raquel wore a loose fitting red t-shirt that came to a halt by skimpy, flowing gym shorts. While laying on her bed reading, I was sitting at the end of it. Her being distracted by her book only encouraged me to look up her shorts, and what I saw was enough for my 13 year old mind. Her smooth legs ran up and gave me a sight at her inner-thigh that I knew led to her pussy. So close. Teasing me. Being shielded by nothing but a small piece of cloth.
My [F]irst Time With An Older [M]an
After I posted my last confession I received a few messages asking me why I thought the age gap was so sexy. I revealed to one of you that I was in an on/off “relationship” with a man who was 45 years old when I was 17 years old that lasted until I was 20 years old. More often than not when I tell friends and boyfriends about this relationship I get a negative reaction from them that causes me to feel upset. I don’t like to tell people. With that said, I was “convinced” to post at least one story and this being my confession account and all . . .
Asian MILF Wife [Str8, mF, anal, bukkake, oral]
“Explain to me what you want”, Mrs. Done texted me.
“I want to make you mine and fuck you everyday”, I replied.
“So let me get this straight, you want me to divorce my husband and marry you so that I can be your personal blowjob maid for the rest of my life?”, Mrs. Done texted back.
“Yes.”, I texted back.
“This is a very big decision. We would need to discuss these matters in person. Meet me at this location.”, she texted back.
I ventured to the location that Mrs. Done had specified, the time was only 12 in the afternoon. Mrs. Done waited in her car in the parking lot of a coffee shop. She saw me and motioned me to come in the car. Upon getting inside, I saw she was dressed in a blouse and tight skirt.
“Let me get this straight, you want me to divorce my husband and marry you?”, she questioned me.
“Yes, we could finally be free to fuck each other whenever we want without having to be worried about your husband”, I said back.
“I don’t know if divorcing my husband is worth a piece of cock meat…”, Mrs. Done questioned.
What happens in Vegas, sometimes ends up on Gonewildstories [MFMF] with PICS!
If you aren’t aware of it yet, know that Las Vegas in the summertime has got to be the most sexually charged place in America. If you take care of your body and look good in a bikini or shirtless with swim trunks, Vegas is the place to show it off. Combined with the overall attitude of “What happens in Vegas,” that people there really do adopt makes for an environment dripping with sexuality. Since it’s this backdrop of hot people wandering around buzzed and mostly naked that our story takes place, I’d like to take a short moment to set the scene. Feel free to skip ahead if you are already familiar.