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Words barely out of my mouth and she had me pushed up against the closed door. Those soft, pouty lips of hers claiming mine. “Tell me this is okay. Tell me to stop.” Stunned, I gasped. She pounced, tongue pushing between my teeth, sparring with my own. – u/HCHolmesWrites
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December 2021 Theme: Best Gift
They say that the holiday season is a time of giving. What was the best sexual gift that you’ve received? Or what’s the best gift you have given? Perhaps a toy? Perhaps a great sexual experience. Perhaps someting off of your wish list?
The contest will run from 12/1/21 and will end on 12/31/21. We’ll announce the winner shortly thereafter. So start writing! Remember, proper formatting (please no walls of text) and grammar go a long way to telling a good story. Also, the post still needs to fit the context of r/gonewildstories and follow all of the Reddit and Sub rules.
“Will, there’s some woman calling in. I told her you were busy, but she says it’s urgent?” The receptionist, Marlene, leaned through the door into the conference room. “Says her name is Erica.”
I made a pained expression, then flashed an apologetic shrug to the room — a half dozen of my colleagues. “Erica, no last name? She say who she’s with?”
“Nuh-uh,” Marlene shook her head. “She wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Something about a listing, but I thought Tony said you weren’t doing listings anymore.”
“I’m not,” I said, “Give it to Pam.” Pam had taken the sales spot I’d vacated last month.
Marlene hesitated. “Umm. She said she only would talk to you. She was pretty clear about that.”
I sighed.
“She said something about being in your pocket,” Marlene continued, “Or from your pocket or something. I didn’t understand.”
Pocket? What?
“It’s ok, Will,” said Freddie, my boss, “We could use a break anyway. My coffee’s run out.”
Then the pieces began to click, my eyes began to widen. “Thanks, Freddie, everyone,” I mumbled, distracted. Erica Cheung, my wife Nancy’s co-worker, who last month at a dinner party shoved her panties in my pocket. “I’ll, uh, reschedule this.”
For whatever reason, at this particular age my sex drive has never been higher. Wife and I are on the outs, sex happens maybe every three months, and it’s vanilla and predictable. Over the past few months I’ve been finding women to chat/Snap/Telegram with and it’s really exciting. I’m tall & muscular and pretty well hung (7″ and thick). But it takes time to find an actual real Female sometimes, so I’ve been going to this one random chat room and jerking off with guys.
Never been bi-curious, but there are tons of married men who just like having a stroke together. It’s hot to hear someone say you have a great cock, and to hear them talk about how they want you to fuck their wife/gf etc. I’ve had some very cool jo sessions with very like minded people.
Several weeks ago I’m scrolling through trying to find someone cool and this dude pops up. Looks like he’s about my age (from the chest down, and I don’t show my face btw) and we start chatting while we’re jerking off. He immediately pulls up his phone and shows me pics and videos of him with his girl, it’s crazy hot and it makes me throbbing hard. We’re chatting and it turns out he’s in my city, maybe 7 miles away or so. Nervous af I ask if he’d ever consider meeting up, and without hesitation he says “Oh dude, why do you think I’m on here? I’d love to meet.”
It started with that all too familiar ding of a new FB message. I was close to calling it a night. My wife and children were out of town for the next couple days on a camping trip with my in laws, that work wouldn’t allow me to join. 10pm on a Friday night might seem early to knock out for the night, but until that ding went off, I didn’t have much to stay up for. I grabbed my phone expecting a good night note from my wife, but was met with something else entirely.
“I know it’s been almost 10 years…” the message started. It was from Jessica. We had met in high school nearly 20 years ago now. She was first introduced to me as the latest big breasted blonde that my friend had on his arm. Though we were all 17 at the time, Jessica had a reputation as a party girl and an easy lay. That’s all my friend needed to hear to ask her out. We all expected that they would last a few weeks or a couple months, then he would be over her and move on, as he did. Our friend group was surprised when she was still around after graduation, and even more shocked when we found out they were expecting a little girl. The baby was born and then the wedding happened soon after.
I have a foot fetish and I caught a glimpse of my upstairs neighbours wife’s feet. This woman’s toes were immaculate, perfect pedicure and everything. It’s like she did it because she knew I would see! I would do anything to get hold of a pair of flip flops she’s worn for ages and just sniff and cum all over them.
Days later, I saw her again wearing gorgeous flip flops. I couldn’t help but say something so I said “Hey, are those new?” pointing at her flip flops. She said “yeah, just bought them recently”. I said “nice, you have nice feet to go with them”. She said with a confused look “really, do you think so?”. I said “yeah, I can appreciate a good pedicure!”. Then I left the building.
Days after this I see her again but for some reason, she was walking down the stairs BAREFOOT. God, this woman is literally perfect. Her French pedicured toes were in sight. It’s my favourite pedicure, I literally have a weakness for it. I just can’t help but think she’s looked at my search history and seen that I’m obsessed with it!. Combined that with the best feet I’ve ever seen in my life and she could make me do anything.
Part two is here.
[part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r5kgk3/mf_becoming_a_hot_wife_part_two/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
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My husband spend a year convincing me. Sharing my pictures. Telling me my body was too perfect to only be kept to himself. Encouraging me to let my inner slut come out.
As I slowly bounce up and down an another mans body, my nails digging into his chest, my tits shaking, his hands squeezing my ass, I knew my husband was right. I needed this. I’m not meant to kept and enjoyed by just one man. Moans poured from my body. Our pace quickened. I felt his cock throb inside me. I slowed. Why rush? I wanted him to have me as ways imaginable. I raised up and slowly moved my body up his, until his eyes were inches from my pussy. I was stopped to tease, but he was eager, and he wrapped his arms around my legs, pulling me in, devouring me. His tongue worked masterfully, covering all bases from my tight asshole to my swollen clit. My hands rested on the head board, I moaned and rocked my body giving him access to everything he pleased.
This is continuation of the Jennifer’s Hypnoses storyline.
It was Thursday, Jennifer had gotten out of work and was looking in her fridge trying to figure out what to make for dinner. The fridge was nearly empty accept for some left over take out. “I need a life” she thought. Previously this would be a moment that drive her to smoking but tonight, the desire was easy to brush aside. It made her happy, the therapy had been working and the next appointment was just a few days away. Her inner dialog was interrupted by a phone call, the therapist office.
“Hello?” Jen answered.
“Ohh hi Jen! This is Stephanie from Dr. Smith’s office. The doctor would like a quick word with you if it’s a good time.”
“Ohh, sure” Jen responded.
“Ohh great! Let me transfer you!” Is there ever a time she isn’t happy Jen thought. The phone clicked. “Jennifer, it’s Dr. Smith, sorry to bother you.”
“It’s no worries, what’s up?” Jen asked
“We’ll something came up and I could really use your help.” In the background Jen could hear familiar instrumental music begin to play. A feeling of relaxation came over her and her body felt weightless. She sat at her kitchen table as Dr. Smith spoke. His voice was so soothing, she nearly fell asleep.
So I had this experience and I’m still trying to decide if it means I’m gay or not.
Alright, that’s too simplistic. I mean, I clearly love pussy. I love the way it tastes, the way it looks, the way it feels–dark pink, light pink, big lips, little lips, mini-dick sized clits, little button clits buried in the folds of their own little hoodies, hair, no hair . .it doesn’t matter to me. I love them all.
At this point you are probably thinking “Oh ho! My lady doth protest too much!’– ‘cept I’m not a lady and this isn’t really a protest as much as it is an explanation as to why my gay-confusion (gayfusion?) has manifested all of a sudden. Because people who know exactly what they are feeling always need to explain themselves, right?
So this story starts with me–a very normal thirty something. Like normal in pretty much every way physically possible. Six foot, 200 lbs, very little of it actual muscle. A few vanity tattoos on my legs. Respectable six inch dick, brown air, blue eyes. Not a hottie McHotHot, but not the bottom of the Y-chromosome barrel either.
Philip grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
At the time he had done this, I was face down on his floor, my head turned to one side and my arms pinned behind my back. I was propped up on my knees with my legs spread apart. I had been this way for nearly an hour. My legs, taint, and balls were wet from the combination of lube, spit and cum that had been firstly deposited into my asshole by a sizeable group of philips close friends and secondly leaked out to run down my taint, on to my throbbing, almost painfully erect cock, down my legs, past the garter on my thigh, and had made its way into a small damp spot on the deeply shagged rug in philips den.
“You ruined my rug” philip said gruffly into my ear.
I meant to apologize to him, as any good bitch would, but I was moaning from the pain of philips hand pulling my hair. My mouth was open, my wrists hurt from the belt wrapped around them, I was tired, sweaty, and my asshole felt as sore as one might expect it.