How our Halloween 2019 turned ‘my’ gloryhole fetish into ‘our’ gloryhole fetish [Group] [Long] Part II

This is a continuation of my [first post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qc4rf4/how_our_halloween_2019_turned_my_gloryhole_fetish/). I tried not to spare any details, but I know some folks hate long stories.

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She moved back to face the other side of the wall, and got into position to take on the Hispanic cock now sticking through the wall. I saw the older guy had taken the spot int the other booth now. He looked fairly clean, I would say some form of middle management job. Still, the type of guy to be at an adult bookstore at 1:30 in the morning, but by that token, so were we now. Megan grabbed the light brown, uncircumcised cock sticking through the wall with her hand and started to jack him off while teasing the head with her tongue and lips. I was surprised she was going to rub another guy’s cum into a guy’s shaft, but there’s a lot that surprised me about that night.

How our Halloween 2019 turned ‘my’ gloryhole fetish into ‘our’ gloryhole fetish [Group] [Long] Part I

The lead-in to this story happened back in May 2018. I will share another time if there is interest but thought some degree of background was necessary. My wife and I have been married for 13 years now, but at that time, was almost 10 years. Our sex life was pretty good, and we would both bring fantasies and fetishes up in the bedroom. Mostly just talk, but sometimes we would act out things, just the two of us, as couples do. I would bring up a recurring fantasy around gloryholes and fooling around with others anonymously. It had become a real fetish for me, and videos of gloryholes, especially amateurs, was my go-to masturbatory material. When I would bring it up, though, she would get off on it as well, so I figured I had a chance.

One night, we had gone out, and she had gotten pretty drunk (not over the top, just to be clear, but intoxicated enough that her overly flirty/slutty side was showing wildly). I took her to an adult bookstore that I knew of that had booths in it. We started with just us fooling around, but finally go her to suck someone else. It was absolutely amazing. Like I said, I can detail that another time if there is interest.

It’s a Kill Bill Halloween! [MF]

Halloween 2003.

Kill Bill had come out some weeks prior and me, my wife, and some of our friends decided to dress up as characters from the movie and go to a party at a friend’s house. We had a Gogo Yubari, an O Ren Ishii, a Bride, and my wife and me. I was dressed as Johnny Mo, the head of the Crazy 88s – basically just a black suit and eye mask. My wife was dressed as Elle Driver in the nurse outfit in the hospital scene – and it was perfect. White uniform, white stockings with garters, white heels, little nurse’s hat, white gloves, and the eye patch with the red cross on it. She was an absolute smoke show and everybody knew it. I knew I looked pretty good too but she made me look like a slovenly schlub by comparison.

We got to the party and talked with old friends, drank our drinks, played music, and generally had a pretty solid Halloween party. My wife is a sucker for a good suit and I was (unknown to me prior) a sucker for one-eyed sexy nurses. So we were already a bit turned on even early in the night.

[FM] My wife loves giving mercy sex to older guys and virgins

This has been a turn-on for my wife for a long time now, and ever since she told me about it, I actually find the idea really hot as well. She loves helping out guys (who are usually much older) who have gone without sex for a very long time due to divorce, being widowed, or just being stuck in a stale marriage. She is very turned on by knowing that she’s giving them such immense relief that they have needed for a long time and knowing how excited they are. But aside from the erotic thrill aspect of it, it generally just makes her feel happy for them as well because she’s a very empathetic, caring, nurturing person by nature. So much so that even her one and only kink revolves around empathy, haha. I guess she just has a thing for “helpful sex” if that’s even classed as a kink lol. It’s not just merely sex either; she makes it really intimate and loving for them too. I don’t mind her doing this at all because I think it’s really sexy and hot, but it’s also just really cool and wholesome, and I feel really happy for those guys too. She has done this for virgins too, but that has only happened a few times.

Mommy’s self-care weekend: Part 1 [F] [Fsolo] [masturbation] [edging] [orgasm denial] [ruined orgasm] [toys] [hot tub] [dildo] [self-degradation] [shame] [exhibition]

I wind up on a self-care solo weekend after my BabyDaddy—who I’m not with—finds me stress crying one day shortly before the first birthday. I breakdown and tell him I’m overwhelmed and exhausted and so ready to wean, but even then I just never have any true alone time. Or not enough.

He’s a good father, good man, and ultimately a good friend. He insisted, as soon as I wean, that I take a weekend completely off.

*“Get away.”* He tells me, *“go to the mountains, go to the beach, stay in town just go, take time. Go. I’ll treat you for being such a good mommy.”*

So, a few weeks later, I go.

Not very far. A luxury hotel he insisted on splurging on, about 20 minutes away in the city.

I’ve packed some comfy sweats; a swimsuit; a pair of jeans and a t-shirt; and one fuck-me dress that I don’t know where I plan on wearing it to or if I’ll even look remotely attractive in it—self-conscious about my post baby body.

I also pack some books and my laptop. And literally every sex toy I own 😈.

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 19

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I damn near tipped the chair over. That’s how my day is going to start I guess. Bella and Alana are still sound asleep, and I’m feeling mighty thirsty and I walked out and into the kitchen. There’s two empty glass in the sink. Who the… really? I washed the glass and looked in the fridge.

“Morning,” I hear and I immediately knew who it was.

“Morning, Dean,” I said and he immediately punched my arm, but then he kind of recoiled. Huh, did his punch get weaker or something?

“Damn, bro, you’re been working out?” I shut the fridge door and he got a better look of my shirtless body, “Holy shit, you really have been working out.”

“We’re really starting this now? At this time?” I said in exasperation. Dean and I are only a year apart and looking at him and how much he’s starting to slip up on his body, I’m feeling a bit more confident that I can take him if we start having our fights again.

He laughed and backed down with a dismissive wave. I grabbed a bow and poured myself some cereal and a bit of 2% Milk and dug in.

Reluctant engagements 2 (public masterbation) (stalker) (trophy taking)

I wandered into Angies bar and grill shortly before 1. I didn’t want to seem eager. I had already cleaned up the blood so I looked a little better, though I’m not sure if her pitying me was such a horrible thing.

I walked in and went to the bar, sitting where only one other person was sitting, he was glued to the tv that was tuned to the view. His cigarette was almost out and it looked as if he never took a single drag of it. The entire thing was ash, smoldering ash, perfectly balanced between his fingers.

I stared in amazement. I blinked out of the trace and looked around, I didn’t see her anywhere.

“You found us.” She said with smile. I couldn’t see her but I could tell she was smiling. Fuck me she’s sweet.

Angie walked up from behind me and went around the bar. She was smiling when’s he walked into my field of view.

“Yeah, I found you. It’s a nice little place.” I say trying not to gesture to the statue at the other end but I failed and she noticed my eye movement towards him.

A Stag Vixen Hotwife Meet in Hotel with bull for the first time

The time was drawing closer, to the point that he could be showing up at any second, and Becky had been sitting nervously on the end of the bed with me, clutching at my hand with a hesitance still deep inside of her. That emotion had to be quelled rather quickly, as a knock caused both of us to jump slightly, and I excused myself to let him in.

It was an odd turn of events, for years I had been battling with the mislabelling of ‘cuck’, not quite fitting into that role myself, and especially not my wife. The two of us just wanted something… <em>different</em>. Thankfully the realization of where exactly we belonged came sooner than we thought, stumbling across VXN Lifestyle that helped label us properly.

After perusing the site for a while together, we came across a man that fit <em>exactly</em> what we were looking for, and after chatting for a while to ensure it wasn’t too good to be true, we organized a meetup!

Now at the door, I take a deep breath before allowing him in. He looks just as his profile had shown him, and I eagerly invite him inside, showing him around and up toward the bedroom where my wife was waiting.

Fucking my MILF neighbor. [MF]

Sorry for such a long post. Its my favorite memory so I wanted make sure I didn’t miss anything.

Skip to *** if you wanna get right into it

I (20 M) just finished my sophomore year of college and was home for summer. I lived in a town house with my parents and next door was a rental so it had new tenants every 2 years or so. The summer before my freshman year a single mom, Jenny (42), and her son moved in next to us. She wasn’t the kind of woman that you see on the street and think to take a second look at, but the more you time you spend around her the more attractive she becomes. She looked just like any other suburban house wife about 5’5, tan, long black hair, a little on the skinny side and C cup breasts that seemed larger because of her smaller build.

My [F] first time getting fucked [M] al fresco

When I was nineteen and truly a bratty little slut there was nothing more tempting to me than married men. I’ve always wanted what’s not mine and I was drawn to them like a moth to a flame just for the thrill of seeing if I could make them mine. I still have to stamp that urge down even today.

Ian was my friend’s boss. I don’t really remember the reason we first met, I think it was at one of her Christmas work parties where I came along as her plus one. What I do remember is the attraction. It was instant and intense and I felt it reflected right back at me.

Ian was tall and broad with dark hair and darker eyes. He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, collar loosened and bow tie undone. And there on the fourth finger of his left hand was the shiny gold metal marking him as off limits. But the look that spread over his face when he was introduced to me was quite the opposite.