About Last Night (Xpost from /r/sexover30) [NF] [m/f]

About Last Night – A love letter that I wrote to my wife yesterday.

I'm still in ecstasy from last night. I could have happily stopped after eating you out while I was lying between your spread legs. I had these little orgasms just from playing with you, my hardening cock pressed against the mattress. It felt soooooooo good and wonderfully erotic, knowing that you were reading naughty stories while I made your body my play toy. It literally took my breath away a few times, forcing me to come back up, gasping for air, my face wet with your juices. It was a state of euphoria for me. The sounds you were making. The scent of your pussy. The view of your perfectly groomed and swollen vulva. The soft and slippery feel of your clit. My brain went on overload, unable to keep up with everything my body was sensing.

[m/f+f] My NYE: Sex toys, Skype and Champagne

Ahh New Years! Drinking, singing old Scots language songs, balls dropping, what isn't to love?

Typically, the wife and I shun anything having to do with being social on NYE. Sometimes we'll have a few friends over, or host a dinner party for a small group, but more often than not, we settle in, drink a bottle of good champagne and fall asleep before 11:00. This year, that's what was supposed to be the plan, and it started out that way.

As usually, this involves my wife, Amy, and our dear friend, and sorta fuck-buddy, Carrie. Amy is 5’2”, very thick and curvy, with substantial breasts, typically a DD bra size, I think. She just died her hair almost black, and it's now cut short, almost a pixy cut. Carrie is at least 5" taller than my wife. She's very active in the roller derby scene in our town, and works out almost every day. I've known her forever, and growing up she was very much a tom boy. Her hair is naturally red, and she always has some kind of "flair" in it, either dyed streaks, or highlights or whatever. Her breasts are smaller, but a nice handful, topped with small pink pierced nipples. Her ass is fantastic, full, round, and firm. She's strong, without being masculine, and now that derby season is in full swing, she's straight up cut.

Two days, Threesome Nights in Malta. [f/m/m]

I am a lucky little slut. I am married to a beautiful man that can eat my pussy until I cum so hard it shakes my soul and makes me melt.

Almost a year ago my husband and I were able to go on a three day trip to the beautiful islands of Malta. We also brought our friend along. We’ll call him John.

The trip started out as trips do, sightseeing, walking, pictures, selfies, food, food, and more food. By the end of the day we were tired, but dying for some nightlife.

The men were ready relatively fast (of course). I, on the other hand, took a good while. But it was worth it. Let me paint a picture: I’m very petite. About 4’ 11”, 98 pounds. But I wear it really well. I have the cutest little-big ass, and perky tits with the prettiest pink little nipples, even though I’m latina. ;) My skin is olive toned, but its toasty like caramel. I was wearing a tight black skirt and a crop top.

Revenge Is Sweet- (F)ucking My Personal Trainer

I have viewed this thread from afar for quite some time now but something happened to me over the Christmas period that I just have to share. I’m a legal secretary aged 26 and I live just outside of Chicago, I’ve been married for five years and together me and my husband have a daughter who is two years old. I’m 5’7 with a slender body, nice legs and a decent rack. I used to get a lot of attention and whilst I was never a total slut I did use to love attention and took advantage of it from time to time but that all kind of faded away once I put the ring on my finger.

Once I was married I never looked for the attention and always spurned any advances made towards me by other men, I made a vow of commitment to another person which I was very serious about keeping. I would say my marriage was a happy one until around six months ago, we had our ups and downs like every marriage with money woes and all the rest of it. But there was never nothing we couldn’t handle and we always worked through our problems. I always thought my marriage was rock solid built on firm foundations, but that illusion was shattered one night in June when one of my so called friends sent me a video of her sucking my husband’s dick along with a message saying the guilt was eating her up and she didn’t know how else to come clean.

[F]our day business trip for [m]y wife

My wife went out on a business trip a few years ago after we became comfortable sleeping with other people. She was going to be gone for four days with a few colleagues meeting some new clients.

When she got to her hotel the first night she stayed in while her colleagues went out. She talked to me on the phone most the night as I talked her into going down to the bar to get a drink to find someone to keep her company. She agreed and headed down to the bar.

My wife told me she had a few drinks before deciding to go back up to the room before a man stopped her and asked if he could buy her another drink. She agreed and they talked for awhile. Nothing happened that night but they agreed to get another drink the next night.

The next day my wife had a conference most the day with the new clients and to her surprise the guy she met at the bar happened to be a representative for the company she was meeting with. They acted like they hadn't met but she said he was giving her flirtatious looks the whole day.

My Birthday Surprise (F)fro(M) (M)y Wi(F)e

Okay, so this is kind of a follow up post to what happened on our Anniversary https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3ydqyj/our_best_anniversary_yet/

This is a long but great story So I was at work yesterday and noticed that my wife had left me a voicemail asking to call her back. I stepped out of the office and made the call. She picked up and yelled " Happy Birthday!" I smiled and said thanks! She asked what I wanted to have for dinner. I told her that I was hoping to have some steak. She said she would go to the market and pick some up to make for me. She then told me to hold on because she was getting another call. I waited for about 30 seconds before she came back on. She sounded a mix of excited and rushed. I asked her if everything was okay? She said everything was fine and that she would see me when I got home. Right before she hung up I heard the sound of what sounded like porn in the background. I didn't think much of it since i know she watches it when she misses me. My work day was finally over. I was walking out to the car when I got a text on my phone . It was a picture of my wife topless putting my steak on the table. I smiled and started walking faster to my car. Then it hit me . She wasn't holding the camera that took the picture. I got in my car and called her back. She picked up after about 6 rings and greeted me with a soft hello. I asked what she was doing. She said nothing for a while when started to just giggle a bunch. She then said that she has a surprise waiting for me when i got home and hung up.

Wife blow a guest at our new year’s eve party

Hi everyone,

First of all, I'm not a native, so please forgive any mistake I could make.

I really need to write down what happened a few days ago, but for obvious reasons, I don't wan't to take any risk to be recognized, so I will only use this throw away account.

A few words of introduction first. My wife and I are both in our mid 30's. We've been happily married for 8 years now. Sex is good, even though it has been 100% vanilla for a few years now. Strangely, it has not always been like this. Back in the days, we used to do nastier stuffs, like fucking outdoors. I even remember her giving me a blow job at a bus stop. I don't really know why we stopped doing this. I think that my wife wanted to test her limits then, or just to please me, and that she decided that she wasn't into that kind of stuff. It kinda bother me since I always have been aroused by the idea of being seen, or more recently, of sharing my wife.

Sex Therapy

Sex Therapy. To my horror I realised I’d reached that time of life when I began to have what are discretely called “male problems”. My faithful friend downstairs didn’t stand up so stiffly to attention as he used to do. Though my wife had kept her shapely figure through the years even watching her undress from my favourite sexy underwear sometimes didn’t get him up as hard as he once used to. Then that night came when in the cosy darkness snuggled under our duvet I felt my wife’s bare thigh nuzzling against mine, her soft breasts pressing against my arm, her light fingertips creeping across my thigh and her softly whispered “want you!” My muscle should have been steel hard and straining for her vagina at the first touch of her naked flesh and for the next half an hour, oblivious to the kids hearing through the bedroom wall, we should have been grunting and squealing passionately and our bed should have been rocking and rattling. But this time she had to be satisfied with a finger-fuck, and me with her well practised hand on my half hearted muscle sending my semen barely up to my belly button. After a few nights of erections barely stiff enough to slide up between her legs and just about good enough for a hand job she suggested I made an appointment to see my doctor. I reluctantly agreed to see him. When I arrived at the surgery and gave my name the receptionist told me my own doctor had been called out on an emergency, but his colleague Dr Matthews would see me. Making the appointment had been embarrassing enough, but what was even more embarrassing was when I stepped into the consulting room and saw Dr Matthews was a woman! I thought of turning round and running but I knew I’d come too far for that. Dr Matthews gave me a welcoming smile, the door clicked shut behind me and I was trapped. She was younger than me, perhaps mid thirties and attractive with neat blonde hair. Her doctor’s white coat was thin and tight enough to show the outline of a very shapely figure. Between a couple of the buttons of her coat at the front I caught a glimpse of a black bra. I suddenly realised to my amazement that up top at least she was wearing nothing under that white coat but her underwear! Though I was almost too embarrassed to notice it, I felt that familiar stirring down below. “Now Mr Thompson. What’s your problem?” she asked.
She fixed her eyes enquiringly on me. I felt my face go red and the sweat break out, but I’d come this far and I had to bite the bullet. “It’s a bit of a male problem doctor. I ……” At that my throat went dry and my voice faded into a croak. She smiled as if to reassure me. “Erectile disfunction? I fully understand. Most men your age suffer from it from time to time. I’ll need to ask you some questions.”

[Request] Tags for search/category purposes?

Hello talented world of GoneWildStories. Many who visit this sub (like myself) tend to lean toward stories with specific themes or scenarios. Since this collection is vast, it could be very beneficial if everyone (at least most) were to add tags at the end of their stories. That way, anyone visiting can search for their literature fetish. Additionally, we could all find past posts a little easier (have needed that in the past).

I suggest generic and specific tags such as: FFM/MMF, cheating, college, husband/wife, divorce, blonde/brunette, (body type), etc..

Thoughts welcome!

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Visiting My Best Friend and Her Husband Part 2

Part one- https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3z7stm/visiting_my_best_friend_and_her_husband/

Jon's face lit up with a smile with Tim's suggestion of getting the swing and toys out. He turned away from and headed off to the storage closet located at the end of the room. Me and Sarah had talked extensively about her toy collection. Jon traveled a lot for work and one of his favorite past times while he was gone, was to seek out new sex shops and toys that he could bring home to use on Sarah. I knew from our talks that one of her recent favorites was a glove that had vibrating fingertips. She said that Jon looked like a robot with it on but that she could care less when he put those fingertips to use. I was about ready to explode just thinking about the possibility of seeing it in action.