Lollipop girl [M53/F37] (MF, oral, cheating)

She’s (F37) as empathetic as anyone I (M53) know. She’s also as intelligent as anyone I know. She is scientist—an expert in her field, as it turns out, and a much sought-after expert.

There’s no point in denying that she is incredibly _sexual_; men sense it. Women too. She is sexy, true. But she is also an inherently sexual being.

Once she cheated on her husband with me, and I cheated on my wife.

In the hotel room she was daddy’s good little girl for a few hours. On her knees in front of the big comfortable chair, her head between my legs. Her pretty hair in my lap.

My cock in her mouth, her tongue on my cockhead, licking and sucking and tasting it like it was forbidden candy.

She murmured and purred and I stroked her hair. She gently fondled my balls. She was not a professional scientist that afternoon. She was a sweet and submissive girl for me.

My fantasy is simple: I want that again. She enjoyed giving me the gift at least as much as I enjoyed receiving it. I need to have that again. And not with the next available willing woman. With her.

I [M] had sex with a SB [F] in my ex wife’s dress.

I (M) had sex with a SB (F) in my ex wife’s wedding dress.

After my wife left, I went a bit crazy on hookup apps and sugar baby sites. One sugar baby was spending the weekend with me (we ended up dating after) She was looking around the house and noticed the wedding dress in the closet. I think the ex wife left it as an “F you.” She was holding it up to her body and comparing their sizes. I got turned on a bit and told her. She was a little shocked but suggested we fuck in it, but then said she was just kidding. I was real hard and a said, no let’s do it. She put it on but had to rip it a little to get it to fit. She was slightly bigger and taller than my ex. We went at. It was the hardest I’ve ever been and my best cum. It was the taboo of it that was exciting. Afterwards I threw it out. Now every year when I see the memory posts I’m tagged in at my wedding I have a better memory of that dress.

[M47] my daughter gets involved [F18]

My wife, Carolyn and I have been married about 20 years now. The sex is there, but has slowed from our earlier days. Carolyn is about 5’4”, 36C tits, has the curves with a nice butt but not super skinny. Without sex at times, this led me to jerk more because of my libido. I was never into incest (so I thought) so I would never think of my daughter Jennifer (18)that way. Jennifer is a splitting image of my wife, just longer hair and maybe an inch taller. We were in bed watching TV, when a sex scene came on, we started to fool around. Next thing, we’re having sex. I always close the door when having sex, however, while Carolyn is sucking my dick, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, my door was slightly open. I saw Jennifer’s outline was standing there watching us.

Carmen (Part 1) [MDom] [fsub] [FDom] [Group] [FMF 30s-40s]

Even among all the activity in the room, her silent and confident prowl draws attention of almost everyone. Short and curvy, with olive skin and large, dark eyes that seem to shine with fire and amusement at her surroundings. Her body moving beneath her black silk dress seems to hypnotise the men and women around her.

She makes eye contact with several women as she moves through the crowd, making one or two blush as she smiles and licks her full, pink lips. She does nothing to hide her desire, walking with an absolute confidence that comes from having seduced most of the women in the club at one point or another.

I turn my attention from her back to V, my partner, who’s on her back on a dais in the middle of the floor, being spitroasted by two friends as the wife of one of them sits on her stomach and twists her nipples with malicious glee. V catches my eye and raises one finger, reassuring me that she’s having a wonderful time. If it gets to five fingers, that’s her signal that she needs it to stop, and I’m ready to step in immediately.

Chastity B-Day Pt 2

I had finished most of what I set out to do that day and after cleaning my work shed I sat down to review all the sexy erotica photos my wife had sent me that day. I was definitely pressing against the cage as much as I could. In fact I’m pressing against it now thinking of those pics. Heading back into the house I was still pondering what she meant by no touching or she will “add” to the consequences.

All that ended when I entered our home and there she was in a crop top that tied in the front, no bra and her bountiful, luscious breasts spilling out the edges. It was in a aqua color my favorite. A very short black mini skirt that barely covered what I knew was a clean shaven pussy so she could get the complete feel of my tongue later. When she turned around I could see a slight bit of her beautiful ass. She had finished her outfit with sheer silky suspender stockings to show off her beautiful legs. At 5’10” I can’t say they are long but they sure feel and look good. Her legs supported by high heels added to the illusion of her legs being longer.

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Intimacy during a feminist invasion (part 4)

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Audrey had to get rid of her stress after the meeting. Sarah explicitly asking what happend to her husband had given her this weird scared feeling in her stomach. Luckely her stress relief was waiting for her safely locked up in the basement.

Will jumped up when the door to his room was opend. “Finaly,” he exclaimed, “I have been waiting here for hours.” Audrey hugged him and pushed him back down on his mattress. “Don’t you worry,” she said, “tonight will be all about you.” She gave him a long kiss on the mouth while slowly climbing on top of him.

“Great,” Will said, “what’s for dinner?” Seriously, Audrey thought to herself, she was almost humping this guys leg and all he thought about was food? “I… I don’t realy have a plan. How about we order some pizza?” “Oh, sure, that will work. I heard that the fact that the city is completely taken over by a group of crazy women hasn’t stopped the delivery guys from delivering at all. 95 procent of the city was already gone when you locked me in here. There are only single women left and half of them is probably part of the revolution. I’m sure the other ones will be delivering pizza.”

(32)[F] – (22)[M] Intern at work – Sunday Funday

Apologies for the long delay between the posts!! It has been crazy busy ever since the new year. I finally found time to post the next part. I am back baby!

These are the continuation of the events that happened more than a couple of months ago.

This picks up from where the previous part left off. You can read Part 41 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zzv7vo/32f_22m_intern_at_work_saturday_shenanigans/)

**Part 42 is below**

The rest of the Saturday was a blur and it passed by quickly.  The nympho in me was already feeling horny by Sunday morning as I excitedly looked forward to the evening when Eric would be back. I was already dreaming about getting fucked in the ass by Eric’s huge cock.  It almost felt like his big black cock was a drug and the slut inside me was completely addicted to it. It was sometime in the late afternoon when I got a text from Eric. 

*Eric (Text) – “Hey Pallavi, I just reached the airport. Sorry I will not be able to come to your house today. Something came up at the last minute. I need to head to my place directly. See you tomorrow at work.”*

[M]y wi[F]e and I saw the neighbors fuck, so we returned the favor

A few weeks ago, my wife and I were sitting on our deck having a night smoke. We live in the middle of a downtown area with all highrises around us, with us being on the 10th floor. Outside, we noticed movement in the windows directly across from us and saw a woman giving a dance to her man. She was this sexy, slender little thing. We watched her strip naked, suck his dick before he turned her over and started fucking her. Lights on, blinds open, fucking in several positions. My wife is bisexual and enjoyed the show just as much as I did. We decided that we’d return the favor at some point.

So, a few nights ago, we noticed that they were home and just hanging out in their living room, so my wife and I decided to put on the same show they put on. Lights on, blinds open and directly facing their apartment, my wife began dancing, stripped before sucking me off. The thought of them seeing her naked was enough to keep me hard and fucking her for quite some time. I occasionally looked out the windows to see if the neighbors were watching and I couldn’t tell if they were watching us or just standing by their windows but it was hot regardless!

An Unexpected Reunion [FF][18+][Fiction][Long]

*This is a story of fiction and all characters are over 18.*

It had been several years since I had been back to the town where my parents lived after I left home for college. I didn’t really want to go but my parents insisted that me and my siblings come for a family reunion. They made it seem like there was going to be some big news revealed like one of them were dying but it was nothing like that. I couldn’t stand being with my family, my one condition was that I would have a room at a hotel so I could have some time to myself.

When I checked into the hotel there was a young woman with brown hair and green eyes at the reception desk. She looked familiar but I couldn’t quite place where I knew her from.
“Welcome, are you checking in?” she said with a smilte.
I nodded and told her my name and gave her my Id. She held it up and looked at me. “Haley? I thought that was you. Its been forever since I’ve seen you. ” I was a little puzzled but then she pointed at her name tag which read Stacy. I instantly remembered that she was a childhood friend of my younger sister Jessica.

The Prisoner: Part 1: Prisoner of War [FFM 20s-30s] [Orc] [Fantasy] [Fdom/Msub] [Bondage] [NonCon] [Breeding] [Long]

Part 1: Prisoner of War
Fire. Screams. It had all happened so quickly. One minute, a quiet, sleepy hamlet filled with restful, hard working people. The next, a cauldron of fear and death. No one could have known it was coming; Feldir Village had little need for guards these days.

Frankly, no villages in these parts had much need for protection these days. There had been peace for over a decade, and the King’s armies had all disbanded and marched home. No one was eager for another war, and it seemed that no war would come. Peace had been prosperous, but it had also left the people of Feldir Village and beyond complacent.

Until last night, when the Orcs had raided.

Varden had been, as usual, asleep in the late hours of the night when the raid began. It had not taken long to get him roused from his sleep, as the smell of smoke and sound of screams pierced the night. He had run outside in his night clothes, seeing a nearby roof aflame in the night. Wishing to help, he and a number of his fellow villagers raced to the well with buckets in an effort to stop the blaze. The Orcs had prepared for exactly that, he later surmised, for he and his fellows did not even make it to the well before they were snatched up, chained, hooded, and dragged away by the raiding party.