My [M] cum averse wife [F] continues to beg me to cum on her face and mess up her lipstick [pic]

Hello. [I made a post several months back](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qyez3y/my_cum_averse_wife_f_tells_me_m_to_cum_on_her/) about an experience my wife and I had, and I’d like to give an update and follow up story. First off, my wife – she’s so amazing. She is so sweet and passionate and caring. But I love the fact that when the clothes come off she’s practically begging for my cock. We have our routine, and it’s a good one, but every so often when we have time alone without kids we get a little bit more time to enjoy the finer things.

To recap, my wife was never a big fan of cum. She was fine with it on her tits or stomach, but her face was off limits. That of course changed after the last story and now she regularly begs for my cum on her face when I finish. I kind of just wrote this how I remembered it, so hopefully I don’t ramble on too much.

[FM] Giving the Dad Across the Hall My 22 yo Pussy

I just moved into a new place. When I was moving in, the family across the hall from my apartment introduced themselves and the dad (late 40s, slim, salt and pepper hair, great eyes) helped me move some boxes and chatted me up. I could tell right off the bat he was doing more than just being a good neighbor. He kept offering to carry boxes into the bedroom, asking if my boyfriend would be moving in too, things like that. I think he thought he was being subtle, but I could definitely tell. I returned the favor, bending over in my leggings, showing him my cleavage, wiping sweat off my chest, stripping down to a tank, the whole thing. His wife eventually got suspicious (for good reason, frankly), because she practically pulled him out of my place after all the boxes had been moved out of the truck.

See, I have daddy issues (the first one usually being that I don’t have a nice, thick daddy dick in me), so this guy across the hall was just icing on the cake of my cool new apartment. I knew I had to get a chance with him. That night, while rubbing one out, I came up with a plan.

A trip to the farm part 5 [Group] [Anal]

A few days went by and my pussy was completely healed and I was feeling horny as fuck. Last night in the shower, I used the spray nozzle to shoot a hard stream on water at my clit as I rubbed my sensitive nipples. I orgasmed so hard that I almost fell in the tub. I feel like I’ve become completely obsessed with this new lifestyle that Lisa introduced me to. Other than my time alone in the shower, it’s been a few days since my encounter with Debbie in the barn. Today is the annual yearling auction on the farm. Lisa counts on the auction every year to pay expenses.
I went down to breakfast today and was surprised to see Debbie at the table with Lisa. “Good, you are up. Join us at the table”, said Lisa. “Today is very important for my farm and for your individual training”. Debbie and I looked at each other realizing for first time that we have both been training in sexual satisfaction. “That is correct girls, you both have been prepped for this day. Amy, when your mom and I turned 18, our aunt and uncle owned this farm and they trained us the same way you were. In the two bags are the clothes I want you to wear to the auction. The buyers come here from all over the district not only to buy horses, but to pay a premium price for favored services. ” I suddenly felt cheap and used but I also feel my pussy beginning to tingle at the thought. “Don’t worry, you will be paid a years tuition for your time and in top of that, you will enjoy it. I know your mom and I did the 3 years we worked the auction. ”
We took our bags and went to change clothes. My outfit was a tank top that barely covered my large tits, a g-string, and very tight shorts that outlined my pussy for display. My phone rang and it was mom. “Hello baby. I know you probably hate me but you will have the time of your life today. I promise. ” “Mom! I have a hard time believing all of this but I don’t hate you. We will have a lot to discuss when I come home, ” and we hung up.
Several trucks arrived with all of the buyers. At the appointed time, I made my way to the coral and started to mingle. I felt eyes and a couple of hands on me every where. There were more that one husband and wife couples smiling at me and making small talk. The auction went very well. After the last yearling was sold, Lisa announced that the after sale party was set to begin in the barn for tho that had paid for the special services. Several loaded their trailers and left the farm but several trailers remained. I went to the barn and met Debbie up front. There was a couple of beds set up to the sides. Lisa announced that folks can disrobe in the rooms to the side of they choose and then join the party at the beds. Only rules were that there will be no violence and if any harmful abuse happens, the party is over. I made my way to a bed where I sat on the side. Two couples came out naked first. The women were older but still pretty and the men were already hard. They quickly removed my clothes while the ladies played with my tits and the men rubbed my pussy and my ass. One of the ladies straddled my face and rubbed her hairy pussy on my mouth. She was already soaked as I began licking her. The other lady began licking my clit and fingering my wet pussy. After a few minutes, a man replaced her and shoved his hard cock into my pussy. The lady left my face and a cock was shoved into my mouth. I was getting fucked in both holes as I saw the two ladies in 69 position next to me eating each other’s pussy. After a few minutes the men swapped positions and I tasted my pussy of his cock as the other man fucked me hard. In a minute, the cock shot cum down my throat almost gagging me when he did. The other cock pulled out and was shoved in my mouth for a second load.
This went on with two other men until they both came all over me. I could hear Debbie getting pounded in the other bed. We both were cumming over and over. The next man came over and with a wicked smile told me he paid extra for something special. He flipped me on my stomach and I could feel my ass being rubbed with lube. I began to protest but another cock shoved into my mouth stopping me. One lubed, I felt his rough fingers penetrate my ass hole. He fucked my ass with his fingers for a few minutes and then positioned his hard cock. He shoved his cock into my tight ass as I screamed into the cock in my mouth. I felt someone begging to rub my pussy as my ass was being pounded. The cock erupted in my mouth as I was cumming from the sensation at my pussy. My ass began to relax and after several minutes I felt a load of hot cum deep in my bowels.
I lost count of the number of men and women who used me and I lost count of my number of orgasms. After they left, I fell asleep covered in cum and pussy juice.

My Wife Hired a Sex Therapist, Part 6 (MF, drama, lots of wild sex)

I’m planning on this being the second to last installment unless you all can convince me otherwise. Be sure to give me lots of like and comments. Make your predictions about how it will end.

Summary of parts 1 to 5:

Tyler used to have one of the best sex lives imaginable. He had a sexy wife named Cammie had an open marriage that included his sexy sister-in-law-with-benefits, Anna. But, after Anna divorced Tyler’s brother and married a hunky heartthrob from Costa Rica named Dave, Tyler seemed to have lost his magic. Both Anna and Cammie were fucking Dave routinely, and, for a time, Tyler was having less sex than ever.

Cammie recognised that her husband needed help, so she hired a sex therapist for him named Jenny Waters. However, Cammie didn’t seem to know that Jenny had been fucking Tyler like a pornstar ever since their first session. Tyler felt bad able not being forthcoming to Cammie, but being with Jenny just felt so good that he didn’t want it to end. And, the “therapy” was working. Cammie and Tyler had been having the best sex in years after his “lessons” with Jenny.

Sarah and Sasha (camping p1) an adoptive daughter adds a new personality to be exactly what daddy wants.

The campfire crackled pleasantly. Daniel had always enjoyed the sound of an open fire, the sound of the subtle earthy crackle and pops of the logs as they gave into the fires hunger. The warmth of it on chilled dark nights and the light that flickered and gave way to dancing shadows. 

He leaned back in his cheap foldable chair, that he very proudly could say he got for half off at academy, and heard the aluminum creek and  the dark maroon canvas shift under him. 

He was happy, happy to be off in the middle of no where in the crest of night, with no responsibilities looming on his mind. No important project due, no meetings important or unimportant, no curfew placed on him by the nessatation of adulthood, and best of all….no ex wife.

His life had taken a turn of the exaparasational stressful the day he and Amy called it quits. Dealing with dividing the house, and the cars and the debts was hard enough, but then there was Sarah. Sarah was thier adopted daughter, a perfect little athlete who played every sport she was allowed admittance too. Softball, soccer, track, you name it, if it had a practice meet she was involved. That made alot of back and forth for Daniel. He was happy to do it of course, but as with almost everything involved with adulthood, it came bittersweet. 

[MFM] The Bull My Husband Most Desires, Pt 1

I’m a 38 year old wife, mother of three, living in middle-America. A real woman. I could be your neighbor. You’d never know, which is kind of the point. We have no clue what happens behind closed doors, up and down our street. I had a fairly popular (NoFans) Reddit account, where my husband and I shared the hot moments and sexy pics, but when you focus on the lifestyle and kink, you don’t get the full picture.

These are my stories.

——–
**The Bull My Husband Most Desires, Pt 1.**

Thomas was the bull that every hotwife and cuck couple wants to find: handsome, respectful, talented, and VERY blessed below the belt. He is definitely in the top 0.01% of men for cock length and he knew how to use it. On top of that, he checked all of our preferred demographic boxes perfectly. He was in his early 50’s and very fit for his age, his body built muscularly versus lean. He was 6’2” and kept a trimmed graying beard and a full head of hair, which he kept high and tight, with a little length on top. I fight my love/hate relationship with some of the words used in sexuality and the lifestyle, but it fits – A total Daddy.

I got [F]ired for inappropriate business attire but fired back

Years ago, I got my first corporate job as an intern at a big insurance company. It wasn’t anything special pretty much all paper work and boring time at my desk. The pay wasn’t half bad, but I was eager to leave soon.

A little about me, when I was 20 years old I was a whole lot perkier. Smaller waist and ass, but my breast never got the memo. I was a little too busty to hide, particularly in working clothes. I was fairly careful, but at some point I was tired of wearing the same old boring outfits.

Also, I was pretty upset with the fact that body types would dictate what is or isn’t allowed at work. Like the rules were a whole lot different for flat chested woman 😅 I knew I was handing in my resignation by the end of the week, so I would get a little wilder for my last few days. Unfortunately, I never got there…

I came in on Monday with a white top, a little black skirt and purple heels. It was the first time I showed my stomach at work, but it felt fairly appropriate. The day went by slowly as always, I didn’t get any looks or anything. I had to work later since there was a lot of people on vacation.

The Office Boss [22F/38M] [Noncon] [Age Gap] [Humiliation]

*All characters are over the age of 18*

*This is The Book of Florence Volume II: The Office Boss. If you liked this, please consider checking out the full series on GumRoad or Amazon Kindle.*

I had started a new position as Secretary to the CEO of a prestigious financial company and was excited to receive my welcome email. But the instructions said I needed to wear the uniform they sent me. I held up the sheer white blouse and tight pencil skirt, confused.

My grades from high school hadn’t been great and I had barely passed college – despite letting Mr. Miller take my regular and anal virginity, I had still just managed to scrape by. My parents always said I made up for what I lacked in academics with buckets of enthusiasm and I guess they were right. In the job interview, I felt sure I had mucked up every question but my eagerness to do a good job must have come through. That, and the look the CEO gave me was the same as Mr. Miller. I briefly wondered if I should worry about that but quickly put it aside; this was a fresh start and I didn’t want to get on anyone’s bad side by making assumptions.

[M]y wi[f]e tied me up and beat me [BDSM]

Author’s note: this story is 100% true and the first time my wife and I dived into BDSM. I removed some minor unsexy details about the use of safe words but everything was consentual and discussed before we started. I’m writing from my point of view, I hope you enjoy the retelling as much as I enjoyed experiencing it.

‐———

I felt the last strap secured around my right wrist. I gave it a light tug and confirmed what I already knew, I was trapped. Spread eagle, completely naked on the bed. My other hand and both my legs were tied taut and I could barely move. I couldn’t see or hear anything. The white noise from the Bluetooth headphones and the black blindfold I was wearing ensured I had no idea what was coming. I squirmed in anticipation and my hardening cock was ready for my punishment.

A light caress on my nipple. What’s she doing? Then I felt the clamp take hold. It was tight and it hurt a lot. A light moan escaped my mouth and then the other. Both my sensitive shaved nipples were screaming with pain. I loved it.

Who is the Dreamer [MF] [Hotwife] [Sharing] [Rough]

The restaurant was packed and far too fancy for my liking. I could never understand how people could do these kinds of fine dining on a regular basis. I was in no way strapped for cash, I had a great job and had been writing commissions so frequently that I began to wonder if I even needed the day job. But it was always good to keep a steady income regardless of my freelance success.

As I waited at the table, I had to pinch myself or give a quick slap on my cheek to ensure if this was truly happening. My heart was racing and my nerves had me nauseous. Was I crazy?

It seemed like it all happened so fast. How it escalated so quickly. I had been using Reddit as an outlet to just keep the creative juices flowing, but I had gathered attention, and I had gotten their attention, and now sat in an overpriced restaurant with an elegant atmosphere complete with a pianist playing soft melodies waiting.

The host walked over and pulled out the chair on the other side of the table. “Here you are ma’am.”