(F/M) – How a Predator Stalks Her Pray

Robert and I dated a while back. We were your typical naive twenty-something couple who enjoyed copious amounts of crazy sex whenever we got the opportunity. Ah to be young again, and enjoy the accompanying sex drive.

We eventually went our own separate ways, but I’ll never forget that sex. He was easily the best partner I’ve ever had, and that is even counting my amazing husband. Don’t get me wrong, we enjoy a very hot bedroom, but we are lovers. What I had with Robert was.. Primal. It was pure fucking. Animal lust, if you will. So imagine my surprise when I bumped into Robert ten years removed from when I last saw him, and at a trade show none the less.

“Well hello there stranger. A long time no see.” I said as I snuck up behind him.

“That voice. That accent. There is no mistaking it for anyone else’s. Serena?” He spoke as he turned around to face me.

Rachel and Roxanne, Ch3 [FF][MFF][spanking][chastity][oral][sm]

Dear Diary,

Well, today I learned about a practice I thought had died along with the middle ages, and a lot more about my own desires…

I was sitting at the bar in that cosy little place up on the top deck. A couple of guys had tried approaching me, but they didn’t do anything for me, so I politely turned them away, saying I was waiting for someone.

A woman sat down next to me, and gave me a brief nod. As she looked down the bar to see where the bartender was, I took a quick look at her. She was blonde, slim, very pretty, maybe late twenties, in a long black dress. I could tell that, like me, her tits were pert enough not to need a bra.

The bartender quickly noticed her. “What can I get you?”

The woman glanced at my drink. “That looks good,” she said, smiling at him, “I’ll have one of those.”

“Coming right up,” he said, and turned to prepare it.

She turned and smiled at me.

“That felt brave,” she said, “what did I just order?”

“Cosmopolitan,” I replied, smiling back.

[MF] At the movies with the ol’ ball and chain [free movie!] [under-the-cover public] [in memoriam?] [ministry of vice and virtue involved] [get out of jail card!]

This happened a bit more than 4 years ago. My late wife somehow scored free tickets to Mr. Popper’s Penguins; she was working for a radio-station conglomerate, and probably got it as part of a trade packet (the cinema company gets air time in exchange for a number of tickets).

Now, these tickets aren’t anything to sneeze at. They were for Premiere Class seating; for the equivalent of about USD50.00, you’re given a *full-size leather love-seat, complete with holders and privacy screens, feet of space between seats, and six seats in a fully-decked-out mini-theater*. You also had the rare option of either engaging the catering service or taking outside food in.. we chose the latter option, and you have *not* lived until you’ve brought in a full Chili’s food package into a theater.

We both knew the movie would suck balls (we didn’t have choice of movie, alas), but one reason why I married my wife was because she had her head screwed on the same way I did.. if you could bring in outside food, what’ll stop you from bringing in a blanket and some small pillows?

First time sharing my wife

“Would you like me too? Really?”

My wife Anna and I had been married 11 years before she first brought up the idea of her having sex with someone else outside of the bedroom. We had a robust fantasy life, dirty whispers to each other when the lights were off about making her a slut, sharing her with other men. But for the first time, she was talking about it out of the bedroom, lights on, full daylight over a leisurely breakfast, coffee in hand.

It didn’t bother me. On the contrary, I felt the tickle of butterflies in my stomach, the same thrill I felt when we were first dating, as she told me she would consider doing it for real if I was into it. Her eyes locked with mine over the steam from her fresh cup of
coffee, sexy and alive, challenging me to match her boldness. She was naked under her slip and I could just make out the outline of her breasts against the purple silk, the hardness of her nipples. I felt my throat suddenly go dry.

“Yes”, I said.

She smiled. “Good. I want to. And I want you to watch.”

Strange Love: Johnathan & Valentina [MF][light bondage][LOVE]

I return to my husband after a six month separation and his solution to saving our marriage is to take me on a Caribbean holiday. And then, when things don’t go his way, he handcuffs me to him as I sleep. The look on the staff’s face was priceless as we opened the door, handcuffed to each other to receive our breakfast tray. I was quiet at the breakfast table set up on our private balcony overlooking the sea as Johnathan read the news on his tablet. He finally put it down to look at me.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he said. “You’re frustrating the hell out of me. I don’t know what you want.”

“A divorce.”

“Not going to happen. Bad for business.”

I rolled my eyes until they settled on wave runners zooming by in the choppy sea. I looked down at the handcuffs and yanked his wrist. He yanked it back.

I asked, “How long are we going to stay handcuffed to each other?”

“As long as it takes.”

I sipped my coffee, nibbled on toast and relaxed in my chair letting the warm sun ease away my tension.

The Third Wheel: Part 2 [MFF]

I posted the first part about two weeks ago, it’s quite long, but you may want to read it first. Happy Valentines everyone! I hope you enjoy part two and then have some great sex. (Or at least rub one out!)

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Erin turned toward the bar and I couldn’t help but eye-fuck her amazing round ass. I stood there mesmerized, sipping on my drink. She stood with her back toward me working on drinks for herself and Sharon and then reached down into a bottom cabinet, bending over and presenting her glorious pussy. She stayed in that position for a few seconds and I almost dropped my drink. I announced that I was going back out to the hot tub when Sharon stepped inside, shivering. “It is so freaking cold out there!” She exclaimed as she wrapped herself in her robe. Then she added, playfully, “Look at you two all naked! Didn’t even bother with a robe? Any hanky-panky going on in here?”

“We already fucked.” Erin said. “Your husband is quick.”

They both laughed. “Don’t I know it”, Sharon replied, smiling slyly at me.

[MMF] When I first met Rob & Kim

It all started when I posted an online personal:

TITLE:
Big Dick Lovers & Size Queens (M4MW)

I thought the title was catchy and I was eager to see who would reply. I attached a couple pics of my cock and body and hoped for the best. I never get my hopes up for this sort of post, it’s really a crap shoot but you never know and sometimes strike gold. This time I hit paydirt.

A few hours passed by and the responses started coming in. It was the usual mix of spam, pic collectors, time wasters, guys eager to suck my cock and one legitimate sounding response from a gentleman named Rob.

Rob was a few years older and married to a sexy Irish girl. He sent a few pictures and explained that she was 1) Insatiable and 2) A size queen 3) Eager to meet.  We exchanged #s and started texting.

Rob explained that they were a lifestyle couple. They had met couples in the past and attended lifestyle parties and events (think hedonism). This wasn’t their first rodeo and Rob knew what he was looking for. His wife, Kim, liked big cock and being fucked hard. Two things which I was confident I could bring to the party.  We set a time and a place and it was on.

[f/m] I made his birthday wish cum true…

Hi, so I posted on here a couple of days ago about a [sexy encounter my boss’s son and I had in the office](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/450pby/fm_caught_in_the_office/) and a lot of you in-boxed me wanting to know updates, so I thought I’d share with you what went down at his surprise birthday dinner tonight…

So.. I’m not sure whether or not I should post names on here but I guess I’ll start with ages. I’m 22 and my boss’s son turned 23 today. I received a call yesterday from my boss (who by the way seems to be acting fine after what happened) and invited me to a birthday dinner for his son (which he now knows is also my classmate) to a dinner with his wife, a few coworkers, and his best friend. I agreed. I couldn’t say no after what happened the other day, yet I felt so awkward knowing we were all going to be there.

So Joshua (boss’s son) and I didn’t really speak much after what happened the other day, but every once in a while he’d send me pictures of his hard dick right before his shower, and god it turned me on so bad. There’s that one text he likes to send me in the mornings that say “Nicole, I’m hard” and I shiver every time.

Keeping A Fresh Marriage[MF] [bdsm] [Fsub] [huml] [mast] [reluc] [swing]

I’ve been reading stories on here for a few years now. But this is my first time writing/ posting anything. Im sure there are some mistakes and i apologize for them in advance. Please be kind. And if you like it let me know in the comments and I will post more. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Story 1: Teen cousin-in-Law, pt. 1

I guess I’ll start at the beginning, with my first encounters.

As a 13 year old I was a still slightly awkward 8th graded with zero female experience. An honors student in band and still in glasses, I didn’t garner much attention, nor did I have the confidence to go seek it outright. Average height, slightly skinny, nothing spectacular or bad, just an Average Joe teenage boy. This was the early/mid-90s and we lived in a rural area, before the internet, and I’d seen maybe one Playboy in my life just a short time before this takes place.

That summer before 9th grade I got contact lenses, which helped. And then my uncle and his wife and two teenage daughters came to stay with us for a week. The oldest was around 19 while the youngest was a few months older than me and had just turned 14. I’ll call her Mary. She was a very pretty brunette, brown eyes, shoulder length hair, with A or B cup breasts already and a nice, athletic body. After the initial get-to-know-you couple of days we got along pretty well. (The daughters were from my uncles new wife from her previous marriage, so they were not related by blood at all – so though I’ll just say cousin for shortness, she was an “in-law”, just to be clear.)