Tag: Wife

At Your Service [FF/Lesbian/Noncon/Femdom/Power/Racism]

You’re three drinks in.

Faces are losing their recognition but it’s the same crowd as usual. No one will notice you missing so you grab a bottle from the kitchen on the way to the basement.

It’s a going away party for your kid to get their masters. Same as when they were accepted to college, graduated high school, made varsity, and the like. It doesn’t feel any different than before. Of course, you’re not going to be an asshole and not congratulate for succeeding in life but fuck, who cares anymore?

You abandon your heels once you reach the ground floor. It’s cool and quiet as opposed to the claustrophobic, hot noise upstairs. No more pretending.

The bottle’s almost empty.

You don’t need to be the perfect mom, wife or woman down here. You can let out your zipper and peel off your shapewear, rub the back of your hand through your makeup-covered face and sob freely. No one there to whisk you into another room with a fake excuse, no haunting rumors trailing behind your back.

Down here, you can drop a glass and ring your maid to clean it up… so you do. Read more »

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part VIII)

The lounge singer made her way down from the stage, the long flowing evening gown complimented by the stage lighting as she was met with roars of applause and satisfied onlookers. She moved through the crowd joined by Marco on her arm as he leaned in to whisper into her ear.

“The plan is already in motion, Duran is here we need to draw him to the point of no return.”

Marco pretended to be Sora’s bodyguard; escorting her through the crowd and ushering others aside as he walked her towards the table where Charlie and Elena Duran were seated. Charlie applauded as Sora approached his table.

“The lovely Ms. Sora.” He said.

“Mr. Charlie Duran.” She responded.

“Your reputation precedes you.”

“I’m a big fan.” He replied as his eyes looking her over.

Marco stood there at Sora’s side silently. He could tell by the look in Charlie’s eyes that he was mentally undressing Sora with his eyes. He struggled to keep his composure. Everything within Marco wanted to just shoot Duran right here; especially after everything that he had witnessed in that hotel room through the lens of a rifle scope and what he had captured on film to return to Geist with. He had wanted nothing more than to have taken the shot when he had the chance. Read more »

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When our lockdown ended [MFM]

Our third wave had finally ended where we lived. Patios were open and the weather was incredible. My wife A suggested we celebrate by visiting a local spot for a couple of drinks.

Having spent the better part of the last 15 months in one form of lock down or under pandemic restrictions the idea sounded great and we made reservations for the first Saturday things reopened.

Being warmer weather I was comfortable in shorts and a golf shirt. A, who had wisely spent alot of the lock down eating right and exercising, was in tight jeans and an off the shoulder top that didn’t quite hid her lacy bra if the light hit it right.

We got to our table and ordered a drink before our food. I had agreed to drive and A was our designated drinker for the evening. While I nursed a pint she ordered a martini of some sort, and then another.

We nibbled on some finger foods and enjoyed the sights and sounds of being out. A was on her third martini and I could tell she was feeling it when she leaned over to whisper to me that the only thing she was looking forward to more than food and drinks was a dick in her mouth. This was accompanied by some subtle rubbing through my shorts. Read more »

P5 Ambers New Beginning [Ff] [Cuck] [oral]

Damn, I am just a whore.
Am I a homewrecker?
Do I care?
Fuck no! He needed it!

And need he did, they hooked up any chance they could get away together. Whether it was in her bed, the garage late at night,  even in his bed if they got the chance. As time passed she tried to get to know his wife a bit. Trying to be social and to also maybe find out if she had any inclination that Burt was unfaithful. Learning her name was Karen over coffee at the fence one morning after Burt had used her like the slut she was. His cum still dripping from her, soaking her panties.

Karen talked with her like an old friend. Amber invited her to come to sit at the patio. She could tell Karen needed to get something off her chest.
As they say at the patio table Amber grimaced a bit as she sat gingerly. Karen smirked as she watched and said,
“He used you pretty hard last night, huh”?
“What?” Amber looks shocked, she knows?
Karen notices the look, “you think I didn’t know? Burts has been a man whore ever since I’ve known him.”
Amber wide-eyed “I ….. I …..”
Karen chuckles, “you didn’t know? Dammit, he did it again?”
“Did it again?” Amber looks more confused.
Yes Again, he knows I won’t tell him he can’t. But he goes sneaking around anyway.” Read more »

P4 Ambers New Beginning [Mf] [Voy] [Exh][Oral]

As he dresses and leaves thru the back door. “If the offer of fucking you is a standing invite I’ll buy some condoms.”
She smiles and winks, “please do!”

Later that night laying in bed Amber can’t stop thinking of Burt and his oral prowess. She had never had a man make her climax so quick or hard. Most couldn’t or didn’t want to make her cum. It was always about them cumming. She rubs her clit, remembering how his tongue and lips and fingers took her to that explosive orgasm. She tried to imagine that thick piece of meat stretching her.  God, I should have let him! She whispers to herself.

Getting up she sits on the edge of the bed. Looking out the window she sees the light on in Burts office. She flicks her light 3x her signal to him that she was watching. She now can see Burt sitting in his office. He turns towards the window and shows a box  Pulling the contents out she can tell it’s Trojan condoms.
Sending a text
I’m ready!!! Read more »

Third Wheel [MFM] [Married]

Annie and I took the elevator up to our room. We were both turned on and riddled with anticipation. It had been a topic of conversation for several weeks now. We talked it over cautiously at first, but as the subject developed we began to feel more comfortable discussing it.

“How would you feel about fucking another guy in front of me?”

The thought had been swimming around in my head for weeks, growing and taking up more space in my head than I would have liked. It got to the point where I would think about it and I would almost instantly get hard. Annie fucking another guy. Annie being fucked by another guy. Some other guy’s dick inside my wife.

I may be biased, but I found my wife incredibly sexy. She was about 5’4, with black hair and seductive green eyes. She had the cutest face that belied her secret sluttiness. Her legs were of perfect proportions, not too tall and her thighs just thick enough to bite into. Her pearly, slim feet were incredibly sexy. She had round little toes and always looked amazing in sandals. She had an adorable, flawless butt that she fortunately never tried to hide. Her tits were round and full. Sometimes I would catch strangers staring at her tits. I enjoyed when the guy at the checkout counter would catch a quick glimpse of her cleavage. You could always see through her shirt that she had a nice rack. Read more »

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part VII)

I sat at the head of the long rectangular table which stretched across the lengths of the center of the dimly lit conference room. A single light hung overhead dutifully illuminating and shining its light upon the surface of the conference table.

My fingers drummed along the surface of the wooden desk.

“I’ve asked you all here because I plan to make my intentions known and ask for your blessings.” I began. My face was stern and my voice full of seriousness and purpose.

Several figures leaned forth, emerging from the shadows intently listening to every word of what I had to say.

This ‘Board Meeting’ was a meeting of the heads of our respective organizations. The organizations which dominated the criminal underworld. We called ourselves, the Chairmen of the Board of the Corporation.

To my immediate left was Curtis Draco, head of Draco Enterprises also known as the Draco Family. Draco and I had long history. During one of my first bids in incarceration decades ago, Draco and his crew looked out for me, helping me to grow new networks and expand my business. I knew I could count on him to stand loyally with any decisions that I made because he knew that I had thoroughly thought out any move before deciding to take decisive action. Read more »

Sleeping With The Enemy (Part VI)

“You went to see her didn’t you?” Marco inquired.

He sat at the large desk of the office, his feet propped up on the desktop. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, the cuffs unbuttoned along with the collar of his shirt. His right hand raised a glass of whiskey to his lips.

I didnt respond.

Marco laughed.

“Alright. Alright. I got it boss.”

I couldn’t help but smirk turning to face my Consigliere silently.

He could tell by the look on my face that the wheels in my head had been turning and there was more than met the eye to my recent visit to see Elena.

“Alright boss. You’ve got to fill me in on what’s going on.” He retorted, as the demeanor of his face changed.

I reached down and picked up a black canvas dufflebag. With a heave I tossed it upon the desk in front of him.

His demeanor turned to curiosity as he shifted his eyes from me to the bag that lay before him. Read more »

[M]y choice of [F]ood and wearing a kilt. Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o3wx4s/my_choice_of_food_and_wearing_a_kilt_part_1/)

Ending Part 1 I said that my my wife came home but I meant to say back to the hotel. I figured I would save the edit of the OG post and correct that here. You may have already realized what I meant. Here’s part 2!

I never thought that in my lifetime, something like this would happen to me. To be in this situation. I have read some stories on here. Even fantasized about some actually happening to me irl. But you are never really prepared when a dream or a fantasy comes to life.

When the pizza girl asked to touch my cock, I was flattered but shocked. I was also slightly embarrassed. I didn’t expect that casually joking about checking what was worn under a kilt would open up this possibility. But there I was and I had to say something.

“Honestly, I would love to let you, but I am married, and this wouldn’t be right.” I said.

She now looked up at me and said, “Are you sure? Looks like “he” disagrees.” Read more »

I think my hot coworker is going to ruin my marriage.

Now I’ve always had a bit of a flirty friendship with Cookie. She’s cute and we’ve known each other for a few years now. We met at work and we probably could have dated if either of us had been single. I was the head chef and she was my front of house counterpart. Dolly knew about my entirely platonic work girlfriend and really it was innocent enough anyway. She even trusted me to hang out with Cookie, though she clearly seethed with jealousy the few times I did. She confronted me one evening, after the second time I hung out with Cookie after work. We had a beer together and I was home a little late. Okay a lot late, it was like 2 am.

“You’re home late.” Dolly was clearly not amused, she crossed her arms and I’m pretty sure went to stomp a foot but decided better of it before completing the action. My adorable five foot and a half inch wife knew I’d laugh at her if she actually stomped her foot at me. She had her dark brown hair up in a messy bun and was in underwear and a tank top, she was probably in bed moments ago. Read more »