Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [25M/25F/24F] Part 62 [3Some][Toys][Creampie]

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=== ***Amber*** ===

It was a shock to me when Alana’s friends invited me to go to a party, it was even *more* shocking when I learned it was a Bachelorette party. It wasn’t shocking when there were no male strippers. It was Bella, Alana, Roxanne, Alexa, Emily, Demi, Laura and Bella’s mother Christina. I’m literally the odd bitch out.

I felt alien. I didn’t belong there; they were all good friends with one another. They were talking amongst themselves, having a good time. We went to a Hibachi grill, Alana and Roxanne’s idea, and it was actually on the higher end. I’m told that Bella likes simple stuff, but where I’m from a Hibachi Grill is far from simple.

I felt her eyes on me, Bella’s. She’s absolutely gorgeous, and tall as a god damn redwood tree too. She looked comfortable in her skin, usually girls who are as tall as her would be awkward, but Bella commanded the area around her and knew exactly where to move.

“Having fun?” she asked, and all I could give her is an awkward “yeah”. She knew I wasn’t comfortable. She just knew. She squatted down next to me, cupped her hand over my ears, and whispered: “Wanna fuck my husband?”

Free Use Town 4 (34M/23F/18F) [Freeuse][Cheating]

This is weird. Normally, I’m not as lucky with the ladies. Not like Lenny and Kyle anyway. I’m neither tall nor short, about 5’7, but I have the typical prison body and I kept it. I have a lot of tattoos on me, and my hair is short with the sides shaved. So, on the outside, I look like a thug. But I own my business, I work with my workers, and I get along with them really well. Whenever I work with them, lunch is on me, and I’d like for say I’m well liked.

Before me and the guys separated, the first time, I stayed back a bit to talk with the old man. While everyone else is fine with what he said, I was a bit more skeptical about it.

“What can I say to make you feel more comfortable?” He asked.

“Well, for starters, why the decline? What lead up to it.”

He gave a disappointed sigh. Not to me, but I think for the situation.

When I was 18, I had a sexual relationship with my teacher. [FM]

Yes, When I was 18, I had a sexual relationship with my teacher. We broke it off when I went to college, but remained friends. I have been married for 20+ years. We went on vacation in December to the town where my teacher retired to and I messaged him and asked him to get coffee.

Next thing I know, we are back in my hotel room and his cock is balls deep in my pussy like old times fucking my cheating pussy raw and hard like it should be fucked. He creampies my pussy and pulls out and then I remember I went off birth control 6 months ago and the dr told me I only had a 5% chance of getting pregnant. I told him and he said he would take those odds because he didn’t want to wear a condom.

Like a slut, we fucked for all day and I took all of his creampies in my cheating cunt. Even after we showered, I still had cum leaking out all night. We said goodbye and he went home before his wife got home from work.

[FM] Open Relationship Experiment (Part 3)

This happened to [m]e last summer before pandemic somewhere in Nothern Germany. Excuse any misspellings, English is not my native language.

Make sure to read Part 1 & 2 first.

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For a while we lie side by side, her head on my chest, without saying anything. My thoughts are circling. I was strangely satisfied and confused. Just a moment ago my wife was sucking my balls through my cock and only a few hours earlier she had her first sex date with her colleague Kevin. I couldn’t get one thought out of my head. Was it really the first time?

“You’ve had sex with him before, haven’t you?” I asked her directly.

“What?” she had already understood me.

“Have you had sex with him before tonight? You can tell me,” I repeated.

“Yes. But it’s not what you think. It was really just sex,” she replied after a long pause like a dog who knows he’s made a mistake.

“How many more times?” I wanted to know.

“I don’t know, maybe 10 times”.

WHAT?? 10 TIMES AND I DIDN’T GET ANYTHING?” it screams inside me.

Crossdressing Flight Attendant [m21m55] [m21f22] [crossdressing] [oral] [foot massage] [pantyhose] [uniform]

I’m not a girl.
My name is Eric Redman and I’m 100% a guy through and through, which is why you might be surprised to learn that no one knows that. 
Have you ever seen those super androgynous people where you just can’t peg down what their true gender is? That’s me, and it’s been me my whole life. I’ve been mistaken for a girl so many times I can’t even keep count. Teachers, classmates, coworkers… one time a doctor even called me ‘she’ when I was getting some antibiotics even though my paperwork clearly said ‘male’. 
My parents were horrified at my gender ambiguousness, so much so that they tried everything to ‘right’ it, including buzzed hair, baggy clothing and all the contact sports they could fit me in. They even had my hormone levels checked out, which all turned out to be in order. 
When puberty finally came around handing out deep voices and muscles, it seemed to just pass me by. I grew for sure, but not much. I looked just as ambiguous as before. One thing it did gift me though was an insatiable sexual appetite that just wouldn’t leave me alone. There was hardly a day that passed by without at least one jerk-off session being performed. And the real kicker? I usually did it wearing my mom’s clothes. 
You see, I had developed a real interest in cross-dressing during my teenage years, partly because I could pull it off so well, but also because it turned me on so much. I thought I was Trans for a time, but no. This was definitely not a wrong body thing as I liked being a guy. I just… liked being a guy who pretended to be a girl more. 
My parents never knew. Seriously. They legitimately never found out that I would sneak into my mom’s drawers, put on her pantyhose and heels and masturbate like a madman. 
At 19 I moved out and never looked back. Now when I say that, I really do mean I never looked back; I’m 21 now and haven’t spoken to my parents in over two years. Or my friends, or anyone else I ever knew.
I started a whole new life in which everything about me was a lie. And you know what? I fucking love it. 

Three married men in three hours [FM] [FM] [FM]

I think I have an addiction.

The other day I went on what can only be described as a rampage. After my first taste of cheating married cock the other week I had to have more. And with a number of willing participants ready and waiting, what’s a homewrecking whore in a sundress and no underwear gonna do?

First married man (R):

R is what probably could best be described as my biggest fan on the swingers website I’m on. Bless him – after every new pic I uploaded, I would get a tribute and endless admiration from him. It almost became a game, how much can I make his jaws drop. Even though he’s not really my type, I decided to make his day(/year) by arranging to meet him. I arrived at his and was snuck upstairs.

“Wowowow you’re even better in real life!” He stuttered, as I pulled up my dress to expose my bare bottom, which he grabbed, moving his trembling hands between my thighs to feel my wetness, eliciting a moan. I pushed him down on his marital bed and began blowing him, a little too well apparently, as he quickly had to stop me. I hadn’t even stripped off yet. I pulled my dress over my head and flung it across the room and straddled his lap, tits in his face. He looked like he had died and gone to heaven.

Vanessa and her professor part 5 [20sF/30sM][con][fiction][fantasy]

I had to make a new account. >_< but here’s the continuations of my Vanessa and her professor story.

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Vanessa was out on a double date. NOT with Beau. Her roommate Abby had been chatting up this guy all semester. He finally agreed to a date but Abby was shy and hated solo first dates. And since their other 2 roommates had boyfriends, Vanessa found herself as the chosen one. The semester ended in two weeks, not including finals week. Vanessa could think of quite a few things she’d rather be doing and yet here she was. Her mood was not improved by the fact that Beau had not strayed from their Monday/Wednesday arrangement during the holiday week. Even when she strongly emphasized she would be at her apartment, ALONE, on Monday as she left. She woke up in the middle of the night in a panic that he was married. She never saw a ring. No pictures in his office. No anecdotes or off hand mentions of a wife or family in class. She spent most of Tuesday scouring all social media to see if she’d missed anything. By Wednesday morning she’d convinced herself he was single. But she chatted about Thanksgiving on Wednesday and he mentioned going to have dinner with his mom, dad, and sister. This week had been the same Monday/Wednesday meetings and Vanessa was anxious.

Wife Hunt Part 2 [Rope][Group[18+][Breeding Fetish][Swingers][Primal/Predator][Cumshot]

Part 1 [Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/we4xah/wife_hunt_part_1_ropegroup18breeding/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

After leaving my first capture slut to the hands of Darius, I hear faint painful moans and the smacking of skin. “Fucking slut! Making me go through that bullshit!” He says, ragingly drilling her ass into oblivion. I would continue watching, but I have my goal of snagging every wife before all the rest. He’ll be occupied hate-fucking her for a while. Its been another couple hours of searching for anything, taking the much needed breaks to rest. I finally make my way to a very faint trail and decide that may be the easiest route to a better viewpoint. Sure I could be seen by other people, but the ground isn’t so rough to walk on. I actually came up to an old campsite with benches, tables, old hammocks still hanging from the trees. It looked to be more of a start to a horror scene than anything. Amazing we haven’t come across this yet. Maybe we can make a sex cult-like thing out of this area when we’re done with this! Strap one of the wives downs on the table and just fuck her sens- my eyes fixate on one of the women appearing from around the trees. Its Alex. My Wife

My [F] wife has a deep long time crush on her [M] cousin and [M] I’m ok with it… ( Part 4 of 4)

Back to my wife, “But Babe I swear there’s nothing going on between us and we have never done anything. You don’t have to worry about anything or be jealous. I love you so much!” Her admittal was sending pulses through my nerves down to my dick. So I told my wife I’m not jealous and I understand. I get why he’s special to her. I get why she’d be attracted to him. And I get why they got so close. And I had no objections and that I was down for anything she wanted. That’s when I decided to take advantage of her opening up and dig a little deeper. First I asked her if she was sexually attracted to him. She answered yes. I got harder. Next I asked if she’s ever fantasized or thought about fucking him. She hesitantly replies, “Well… yeah.” I asked her how often. She said, “A lot.” At this point my dick started throbbing like it was swelling. My next question was, “Have you ever jacked yourself off while you were thinking about him?” She paused . Then she took a breath and then tried to speak but was hesitant. I told her it’s ok Baby. She took another breath and finally said yes. I asked if she had done it a lot and she said yes again. Then I asked her if she cums when she does it. She answered, “Yes… Everytime.” Quite excitedly I asked her, “Is it really good when you cum?” And she replies, “Yes! Some of the best.” This is really driving me wild now. “Nice!” I told her. “Do you ever think about fucking him when we’re having sex?” She didn’t want to answer that. So I told her , “Look, I’m just gonna take your silence as a yes. Besides Babe, I don’t care if you do. It’s ok with me. I’m down with it.” She looked up at my eyes, I guess to see if I meant it and says, “Ok… Yes I do sometimes. Not a lot, but I have.” I nodded my head and told her it was cool. Then I rethought about it for a split second and said, “Naw… It’s not cool. It’s actually pretty fuckin’ hot, Babe!” She got a big smile from that.

I [M] Fucked My Neighbor [F] Last Night And Again This Morning, Part 3 … The End, Not Quite

Parts 1 and 2 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wciv9c/i_fucked_my_neighbor_last_night_and_again_this/

The End, Not Quite;

Yuka let me know one night that her husband’s assignment to the US was ending in a month. He’d spent his time getting to know the company better and was beginning to advance his position and that meant more money and a move back home for them was in the works.

She’d carried on with me (un)faithfully a couple days at a time, one or two times a month, or every time her husband was out of town. By my count we had sex more than 60 times. From what she told me, I was one of the few people she met while on the assignment. He did not treat her any better and even revealed to me one night I got him drunk that he had a couple interludes while he was on the road, something she suspected and I confirmed.

Nonetheless, he was still trying to impregnate her but she was not interested in that until she was happily back in Japan, around her family and support system. Meanwhile, she continued her amorous ways with me, mostly in my apartment except for those few occasions when we ventured out.