My first threesome (MFF) has me worried and it already happened…

So, my wife presents a threesome to me last night out of nowhere…it was amazing, but so random, and I can't help but think there is a hidden reason for this. Is she cheating? Or maybe she just wanted to do something special for me? My wife seemed really shy and weirded out at first…so I'm not sure she did it to satisfy a fantasy. Maybe Liz pressured her into it? Liz was definitely really into it.

Some backstory:

My wife has been friends with Liz since college. I'm sure they tell each other everything. I do know that Liz is aware that I have a pretty big cock. She drunkenly told me at a party one night that my wife told her. My wife and I have also talked about how curvy and voluptuous Liz is on a few occasions through normal discussion. One night during drinking I made an asshole comment that hurt my wife. My wife, Liz, and a taller friend all walked over to my friend and I from the bar and I said "Oh look, it's the straight road, the curvy road, and the long road." It was an asshole thing to say and we got into a bad fight later. She was questioning why I would marry a petite girl if I like curvy girls, etc. My wife is about 105 lbs, 5'7" and A cup. I really love her hot frame and I love picking her up and fucking her brains out. Plus she is my soul mate and best friend.

Giving in to your desires feels so very good, even if it makes me a bad person. [M/F]

TL;DR – scroll to the page break for the sexy times.

I recently returned from an extended trip to Europe. It was to celebrate my wife and I's 5th anniversary. When I met my wife, I was 26, 6', 320lbs, and nothing special. I'd always been a big guy since puberty. I'm strong, but my diet was always terrible, and I didn't take care of myself at all. 2 years ago, I started working out, eating better, etc… Lost 115lbs, which I've kept off. My wife kind of went the other direction.

In my life, I’d only been with (up until Amsterdam) 5 women. My wife was by far the most attractive of the bunch, but if I’m honest, I’m not physically attracted to her any more. All of the other women I’d been with where wonderful people, but not a single one was under 200lbs, or did anything for me from a purely physical attraction POV.

I know that makes me kind of shallow, but attraction is what it is.

[F] another Secret Slut adventure – I follow his [M] Directions

I have a FWB who lives about an hour away from me. We have fun when I can't get away for a whole weekend (and I can't afford to go away that often)

We are always trying to explore new areas for us to try sexually and this past Saturday he had a very fun idea!

When I got near his place he instructed me to call him. When he answered he was very stern and direct with me.

"Good girl! You are following all of my directions so far. Now did you wear the skirt and loose top like I asked?" I did indeed. And no panties or bra.

He told me to drive to this out of the way park. He had to give me directions a few times since I am not that familiar with the area. When I was there I parked where he told me. I saw a few other cars, but I was a bit away from them.

When I became an amateur porn actress, I didn’t expect to fall for one of my clients.

I signed up with a third-party website to be a cam model. It works like this: you have a webcam. Guys go to the website, pick you out of a lineup, and instant message with you a little bit. When they decide they want to fork over $3 a minute, they click the "Pay Now" button and take you to a private chat room, where you can do whatever you want. I got half of the money for each minute, and grew quite adept at stripping slowly. The guys mostly just wanted straightforward tits and ass; I learned how to pull my pussy lips open, how to use camera tricks so it looked like I was really having fun. As porn work goes, it was incredibly low maintenance. I didn't have to shave my legs or wear high heels, or even put on lipstick; I didn't have to actually touch or talk to any of the guys who were watching me take my clothes off. I spoke into a microphone and never heard their voices. Sometimes I got strange requests: put a can of hairspray in your pussy. Let me hypnotize you. One guy wanted me to pee in a cup and pour it on my chest. I said no to anything I didn't want to do. Jason walked back and forth through the house as I worked on the living-room sofa. I'd wave at him over the top of the camera, while showing close-ups of my ass cheeks to some unseen guy jerking it in his darkened office. It was a steady paycheck, and these gullible souls all believed I was twenty-two years old and my name was Samantha.

Trust Me [MF MM]


PREFACE: For the sake of realism, and to enhance your reading experience, you should know that my wife and I have already done most, if not all of these things before. Just not all in one session. The following is a fantasy that's been driving me wild for a little while now. It starts off relaxing and romantic, and descends into deeply kinky sex.


Her shoulders were tired and her lower back was throbbing. She loved her job running a greenhouse, but by Friday afternoons she was always exhausted. Today was no exception and she was in dire need of a cold beer and a comfy couch.

Opening their front door, she was hit with a welcome blast of air conditioning, sending a shiver up her spine and raising goose bumps on her arms. Their two dogs came bounding through the kitchen, crashing into her legs with sheer excitement. She was pleasantly surprised – why weren't they in the backyard?

She looked up to see her husband standing in the kitchen with a mischievous grin.

"Well, hey! Why are you home so early?" she asked.

"Come with me…" he said, offering his hand and sidestepping her question.

[M]y New Year’s Eve [F]uck — Long story, long time ago

I've written in the past about the fact that before I met my wife, I didn't really have a lot of positive sexual experiences. This story is about the one exception to that — other than with my wife, the best sex that I've ever had.

I was a bit of a late bloomer when it came to sex, alcohol, and especially sex after having consumed a bit of alcohol. So I was in my mid-20s before I fully figured out that a couple of drinks dulled my senses enough that I could still really enjoy sex, but also last an extra-long time.

The night that I really figured this out was a New Year's Eve in the mid-2000's. My girlfriend at the time was in her mid-20's. She was about 5'6" and around 130 pounds. She had shoulder-length hair, B cup breasts, and kept herself trimmed but (unfortunately for my fantasies) never shaved or waxed.

We had both spent Christmas with our respective families before flying back to where we both lived for New Year's. So we hadn't seen each other for about a week, and the sexual energy between us was higher than normal. That night she wore a simple outfit — a blue dress with a plunging neckline that she knew was one of my favorites, a necklace (white gold heart) that I'd given her, and a pair of low heels.

A Trip to St. Louis [MF][Hotwife][Denial][Exh]

Before the kids (and the responsibility that comes with them) came into our lives, it wasn’t uncommon for us to just decide on a Friday to go out of town for the weekend. Typically, when this happened, we’d go to St Louis. We call that afternoon for reservations at the Adam’s Mark downtown and head up after work.

St Louis was perfect. It was four hours from home, so it was close enough that we could get there easily in a night …and far enough away that no one knew us. We’d go home from work, throw a few things in a bag, and hit the road. We almost had it down to a science.

For the record, my wife is 5’2”, 110 pounds, and has the most gorgeous set of tits on the planet … period. And it was not uncommon for her to be nude by the time we hit the interstate for the trip. Sometimes she’d wave flirtatiously at the truckers as we passed them …sometimes she’d lean over to get a coke from the back seat, pushing her ass towards the moon roof …and sometimes she’d prop her pedicured feet on the dashboard and take a nap. Once in a while she’d get herself so worked up that she had to get off, but she usually tried to keep the tease going as long as possible. Regardless, I normally got a show all the way to East St. Louis, Illinois.

My SECOND foursome with my wife and another couple [MFMF]

My SECOND foursome with my wife and another couple. This is a follow-up to this story that I posted a week or so ago, about the first foursome that my wife and I had together.

First story: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3eh819/my_first_foursome_with_my_wife_and_another_couple/

We were fortunate to have a second encounter with the same couple, a few weeks later, which was even better than the first time. I won’t get into the whole drama because it would kill the mood in here, but unfortunately this second time would also be the last with that couple. But I certainly don’t regret a thing.

To briefly recap, the other woman is a tall slender brunette named Julie, her husband is Josh. My wife is Leslie, and my name doesn’t really matter since I’m telling this in first person without dialogue.

Wrote this for a couple of redditors “London Coffee Shop” [MMF] [Hotwife]

Clark scanned the coffee shop expectantly. He hadn’t seen CC in person but would recognize her in a heartbeat. She didn’t seem to be there which just increased his nerves more. As Clark ordered an espresso he mentally kicked himself for not choosing a bar where he could drink some liquid courage. The last few months had been exciting and the idea of being with CC was always on the forefront of his mind but he had never really thought they would meet face to face.

After getting his espresso Clark found a couch in the far corner of the shop. Easily able to see the entrance; he caught himself staring at the door like a child looking at the chimney on Christmas. Slightly embarrassed he took out his phone and began to scroll through his Facebook feed. That of course led to him reading the exchange between CC and himself. What started as an online appreciation of CC’s fine form turned into a lustful online affair. They both got worked up while discussing their sexual past but it was Clark who sent a message admitting that he masturbated after their last chat. CC responded with a picture of her playing with a small black vibrator. That seemed to open the flood gates of picture exchange and dirty messages. Clark downloaded Kik, a messaging app, solely for his playtime with CC. Recently, they had phone sex while CC’s husband was out of town on business. It was the strongest orgasm Clark had since college. He absent mindedly scrolled through the photos CC had sent him: her topless in the mirror, her bent over showing him her pussy, her lying on the bed legs spread in nothing but a garter belt and stockings, standing in heels…

Napa Valley Wedding Trip

"Nice shot, pool shark," she taunted as the 12 ball bounced off the rails.

"Yeah yeah…" was my eloquent response. My concentration was ruined. Normally I am quite skilled at sharp-witted banter, but my mind was on other things. Like the gorgeous girl bending over to line up a shot with that evil, teasing smile on her face. Or the other cute little lady waiting her turn to the side.

The three of us were old friends who don't see much of each other anymore. All of us had families at home and had drifted apart to some degree, although we've kept in touch over the years. On this rare occasion the three of us found ourselves on a trip together to attend the wedding of another couple of friends. Their husbands were home with the kids, and my wife didn't really know the bride and groom so she stayed home as well.