I’ve done a lot of work downtown in a city where bachelorette parties area big thing. I have seen and fucked more brides than I can imagine. Knowing I’m fucking some other dudes future wife was amazing to me. They would want in some of the building I was working on and I would make deals with some but most were already ready to get fucked. Love a bride.
Tag: Wife
Chapter 1: First Encounters [MM]
I want to write my full story. And it’ll likely be quite long, despite the fact that it really only takes place over about 3 years, from 18 to 21 years old. I want to write it because I enjoy writing, but also because I don’t see much of this kind narrative in erotic writing on here. Most of the bisexual stuff I see around is usually completely focused on the physical action, and why shouldn’t it be? That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? A little smut to pass the time. But I want to see if I can convey how enormously confusing it was for me; an introverted, pretty maladjusted ‘adult’ who, due to what I now recognise as some mild neurodivergence plus the introduction of weed at an early age, didn’t know shit about social interactions. Plus had a warped dependence on sex and what I though was ‘love’ at the time. I was a broken mess at the start of this story, and I want to try and take you along with me as I discovered my sexual identity and went from introverted goth to borderline alcoholic horndog who would stick his dick in whoever was willing to receive it, to a mostly functioning, settled, loving partner.
A Reunion and Sex Under the Stars [Group]
The night was cool and clear with brilliant stars overhead. The forest surrounding us seemed to swallow all sound. My wife, Anne, and I were renting a cabin for the weekend with our friends Paul and Kim. Kim had been studying abroad for two years and had recently returned. She’d finished her doctorate in English and was coming home to a well-paying job with a multinational corporation. The weekend away was a welcome home and congratulations party combined.
While Kim had been abroad she had asked Anne to keep Paul company. She was worried that two years apart would leave Paul lonely and likely to stray. Anne and Paul had shared five nights together. It ended just before Kim got home, when Anne let Paul fuck her [ass](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uc00rg/she_offered_her_ass_to_save_his_long_distance/), something Kim had never allowed.
When Kim got home the girls and Paul decided that I deserved some sort of reward for letting Paul fuck my wife and so I’d shared a memorable night with Kim.
A Reunion and Sex Under the Stars [Group]
The night was cool and clear with brilliant stars overhead. The forest surrounding us seemed to swallow all sound. My wife, Anne, and I were renting a cabin for the weekend with our friends Paul and Kim. Kim had been studying abroad for two years and had recently returned. She’d finished her doctorate in English and was coming home to a well-paying job with a multinational corporation. The weekend away was a welcome home and congratulations party combined.
While Kim had been abroad she had asked Anne to keep Paul company. She was worried that two years apart would leave Paul lonely and likely to stray. Anne and Paul had shared five nights together. It ended just before Kim got home, when Anne let Paul fuck her ass, something Kim had never allowed.
When Kim got home the girls and Paul decided that I deserved some sort of reward for letting Paul fuck my wife and so I’d shared a memorable night with Kim.
CoWorker tease leads to affair – Part 4 (F26/M36)
I was really busy at work that day, but I could not stop thinking about “Kitty”. Probably because every breathe I took reminded me of the morning we just had. The smell of her body was everywhere and one of my coworkers even asked what I had been up to that morning with a sly look on his face. My head was huge, and I was on top of the world. Never before had I experienced this feeling. This overwhelming addiction to a person and all the things they did to and for me.
For the next week, I would go to “Kitty’s” place in the morning instead of the gym. Each morning better than the last. We started to bond. We grew closer emotionally. She would tell me how amazing I made her feel and I would concur. It was like nothing else existed when she was in my arms or rubbing her pussy all over me. We chatted, and I learned about her rough childhood, her sexual partners and the things she was set out to accomplish. She spoke to me with the wisdom of a mature woman and you wouldn’t have know we were 10 years apart, except for the condition of her skin and body. I was starting to have thoughts about what life would be like everyday with her and not just the morning rendezvous or the work glances.
How I (19M) fucked my mom’s friend (35ishF) on a trip [MF]
This happened on a trip we took after the first wave and before the second wave of covid in India. The lady in question is a 35-36 year old single mom. Let’s call her Preeti. She looks pretty much like a normal 35 year old house wife but she’s cute.
So, about the trip. My mom and her friend circle were going for a trip and some kids were tagging along, including me.
Now, without much of the boring details, let’s jump right to the story.
The hotel had an indoor pool. All of us decided to swim. I was looking for my trunks and then got distracted in my phone while the rest of them went to the pool. By the time I got to the pool, all of them had changed and entered the pool.
Chai [indian, couple, MF, married, realistic]
She made her way to the kitchen to make her second cup of tea. Her husband – Mr. Husband- as she called him in her head sometimes, was still sleeping. Work had been consuming most of his time lately. Yesterday would have been their designated “Together Night” but he had returned home much later than usual. It wasn’t entirely unusual, but now she realized that over the last two months she had missed him. His parents had been home for a month, then work had consumed her time , and then the last two weeks had exhausted them both entirely- busy work days coupled with all the social obligations of a wedding in the family, her cousin’s wedding. They’d gone days without talking to each other. She thought of all this, and the Sleeping Mr. Husband while she waited for the water to boil. She had just finished a leisurely morning walk and her kurti and track pant was damp in places because of the sweat. Their off days had finally converged, and she was hoping neither of them would get any frantic calls from their respective workplaces.
The Faun and the farmers wife
In an age after nuclear fire, the ground unconvinced by science to grow, a woman of the old religion had remembered that gods may do what men could not. Her prize was forty acres of fertile field. The first payment was due immediately, 200 corrupt politicians and 114 corrupt business leaders she’d thrown live into the grotto.
The second payment, taken generations later, washed, and combed, lay in the sun, pondering games of conquest. The third of the farmer’s wives waited for something to happen.
At the end of 4 o’clock, the farmer was plowing the field and seeding the soil. At the end of 4 o’clock, the farmer’s wife had collected eggs, plucked and defeathered a chicken, which now lay spatchcocked on a cutting board. She wore a plaid shirt and it was rolled to the elbow while she cleaned the blood off herself. She wore a simple, dark green, skirt below it, and mud encrusted boots.Dried herbs, small bowls of spices, and one small pile of seasoning salt waited by the chicken. She looked forward to dinner.
The faun rises
The Faun emerged from the mountains, shaggy hair red and enriched with blood, body filled with the energy of many, many bodies, and came into the first brook for his bathing. His breath smoked in the cooling air.
Sharp and deadly, the current rushed and bubbled and where the bubbles hit sharp eddies, the liquid spun up and first an ankle formed, smooth and the color of the insides of almond, then calves with downy hair, to smoother thighs, the muscles soft and strong, to a softly carpeted triangle, dripping.
The hips formed with soft creases and the waist, the soft under curves of breasts, the cuts of bowed collar and the downward slopes of shoulders, until with a slight flexing of the wrist was a naiad who had waited for the last of the blood to soak the soil and sprout.
The Faun reached for the naiad, and she presented his hand with a foot, the water still dripping off her body and he who took it, his body still covered in grime and kissed it, before he crawled forward. His naked and lithe body relishing the cuts and smell of new grass, kissing up her calf and thigh, biting at elastic skin lightly, and tasting toasted pear, vanilla, sweat and heather. When her hands could reach, she gripped his hair.
He used his tongue more the higher he went, and in the meeting place of two legs, he used a tense, stiff, flat, tongue to lap up the ever growing new wetness. Now the texture of liqueur and the taste of new juniper. Her leg went up and over his shoulder, wrapping slightly around, his head moving in slow and efficient motions to help his stiff tongue parse her lips, dig into her wetness and with deliberate hesitation, a small, round, protected nerve center. He stayed there for an impossible half second before moving away and then again toward until he started flicking it, almost disrespectfully from below, from the side, from below again. She stilled, her leg wrapping tighter, willing him to go faster, suck, to bite even as the world went pink and blue. He was rough and fast for a minute. She collapsed into the sweet grass moments later. After she recovered, quickly- for she was a naiad-she washed him clean and prepared him to meet the farmer’s wife.
[MF] Wife Will Try Anything to Spice Up Her Dead Bedroom
Kay read throguh the directions again, feeling like an idiot. She took an inventory of the items in front of her and checked them against the list.
Red candle? Check. Weird black powder spread out on the counter into the pattern from the picture? Check. Silly looking white Chrystal? Check.
Kay glanced up into the bathroom mirror and sighed, taking in her reflection. She looked at her black nightie showing off her cleavage, her read hair done up in a messy bun, her green eyes burning with untapped passion.
This was dumb, she thought. Like, SO dumb. But she was desperate. It had been months since her husband touched her, let alone fucked her. She had been turning all of her sexual frustration into motivation at the gym, but wearing tight athletic gear around all those hot guys only exacerbated the issue. She eventually had confided her sex life issues with her friend from work, Skylar. That itself was a mistake. Skylar was a bit of an odd duck.
She nodded her head as Kay told her about her dead bedroom, and said she had the perfect thing. She swore that her friend had gone through the exact same thing, and that this…spell (was it a spell?!) had literally changed her life.