collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Photos found on wife’s work computer
My wife often travels with her boss and co workers, usually males and I often used to wonder if she hooked up with any of them… well I found a photo shoot of her that was professionally done and I’m think they were for one of them… she just left for another conference today…
“Who disturbs? Enter,” came the priestess voice from within the fire lit temple chamber.
Amshun touched the bronze frog at his neck and reverently opened the heavy door.
Peering through the incense and smoke heavy air he saw the woman he came to see. Skin dark like the starlit sky, heavy in breast and belly was the demigod Naktmun of the Riverbed. Amshun had never seen a more fertile body, though it was befitting a descendent of the gods.
She dismissed him with a golden ringed wave, ”No, I have seen the farmers today. You must come all at once or not at all.”
His heart dropped in his chest. He dropped to his knees before the white robed figure.
“Please hear me, Naktmun of the Riverbed! I am a stone cutter not a farmer. I seek to plant a seed not of earth but flesh! I am cursed. Plead with your kin ,the gods, for me!”
“Oh? A seed of flesh. If you seek to plant it within myself then no amount of appeasement to my kin will let your mortal seed conquer my womb. But you look faithful. I will not deny you the attempt. Lift your eyes again and let me look upon you.”
This is another of my stories involving Wendy, and to put it in order chronologically you can following the links below:
Round 1:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/irj36f/my_first_time_with_wendy_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/irj36f/my_first_time_with_wendy_mf/)
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ilw6vh/wendy_dripping_cum_in_the_parking_lot_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ilw6vh/wendy_dripping_cum_in_the_parking_lot_mf/)
— This Story Here —
Round 2:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifl5jq/cloneawilly_for_a_former_fwb_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifl5jq/cloneawilly_for_a_former_fwb_mf/)
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iuqusl/mf_getting_laid_at_walmart/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iuqusl/mf_getting_laid_at_walmart/)
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ihblt9/her_kid_is_watching_tv_her_boyfriend_on_his_way/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ihblt9/her_kid_is_watching_tv_her_boyfriend_on_his_way/)
Wendy and I had been hooking up for about a month or so when this story took place. Basically any time I could find an excuse that my wife would buy, I’d leave the house and meet up with Wendy. She was single at the time, and without any major responsibilities she could usually drop and go on short notice and would either meet me somewhere, or I’d just drive to her place and we’d go at it there.
This however had some planning behind it. It was Spring Break and the kids were out of school and my wife decided to take the kids to her parent’s house for the week. I had some work obligations that preventing me from being able to go, but I also found it a great excuse to be able to spend a few days hanging out with Wendy. Unfortunately, she was also headed out of town, but for the latter part of the week, so we’d have a few days that our schedules would overlap.
Andrea smiles at me over the young woman who sits between us, her puffy lips parted in a smirk as she winks at me. “How about another drink, Becca?” she says, rubbing the girl’s slender back in soft circles.
The girl, probably twenty two, keeps glancing up at me with soft brown eyes—like a helpless puppy hoping for a treat. “Okay, sure,” she says.
“If Becca wants one, I’ll have another,” I say, and she smiles up at me bashfully.
My wife, Andrea, flags the bartender once more. Ever flirtatious, she runs a finger down the man’s arm as she places the order. “Three more mojitos, and close out the tab,” she says.
I watch, smiling to myself as the man visibly reddens, scurrying off to take the order at breakneck speed. There’s a way to ensure proper service.
The bartender soon returns with our order: three silvery mojitos, dripping icy condensation onto the counter. My wife signs the check as I pick up my drink for a sip.
“Wait!” she says, shooing the bill away as she raises her glass. “Let’s make a toast, for the final drink of the night.”
We arrived in Vegas and spent most of the morning wondering around, my wife (Tall, leggy, perky tit brunette with an amazing ass) was steady drinking, and when she drinks she gets super horny. As we are sitting and relaxing she whispers to me “So are you gonna get in the shower, or are we gonna have some fun first…” Fun. Always fun.
We get back into the room, and my wife slips into this lime green sexy see through lingerie (it wasn’t on her long before I had to rip it off) but man she looked incredible in it. And immediately I was rock hard (Average height, dad bod, 5 inch dick) As she climbs on top of me she stops to make out with me for a second, and I can really start to feel my dick pounding ready for her. Finally she slowly slides herself down on me, and I slide in super easy she’s already wet and ready to go. I’ve described her riding the dick ability before. But every time it’s amazing and she’s slowly working me, she’s grinding into me harder and harder. Then she’ll slow down again twist her hips, and then slowly tease my tip. I love just getting to lay there and enjoy her expressions and watch her gorgeous body and pussy work me over.
Stephanie cleaned the bar, grabbed her purse, and told Mark that her shift was over. Mark looked around the bar, saw no one that knew him, and walked her out. Ten minutes later he opened the door to his apartment, his and his wife’s apartment. As soon as the door closed Stephanie pressed her lips to his. The two made out all the way to the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, Hannah’s side of the bed, climbed on top of her and kissed her again.
Meanwhile, in Vegas for her best friend’s bachelorette party, Mark’s wife, Hannah, was getting her pussy assaulted by the stranger she had met just an hour before. Kevin’s cock began to pulse deep inside her, stretching her vaginal walls. With each thrust he smacked her ass harder and harder. Finally, he unhooked the bra strap. Kevin pulled his cock from her pussy and told her to turn around and face him. Kevin stood at the edge of the bed with his cock straight out, parallel to the floor. Hannah slipped off her bra as she crawled, like a cat, from the head to the foot of the bed. She looked at his eight-inch cock smeared with specks of her milky white cream. She took her eyes off the monstrous tool that had given her immense pleasure and looked up at Kevin. Her round eyes rolled up at him in submission. Kevin looked down at her, pointed at his cock and said, “You know what to do.”
I made a new friend recently, her name is Themida and she’s from Argentina. When I first saw her I was instantly stunned by her sexy Latina looks. She has light caramel skin and long flowing brown hair that makes every guy take a second look. Unfortunately, this meant she also got a lot of unwanted attention from guys. I could tell she enjoyed them watching her turn and stare as she gracefully made her way down the street but she definitely didn’t appreciate the one-liners, whistles and obstruction to her day. After one such occasion where she had a guy come up to her and ask for her number and insult her when she said no, she turned to me and said ‘Why is it so hard to find someone nice.’
Now I’ve been married for years now, so I have my someone nice. I didn’t really know what to say to Themida. I’m pretty but not head-turning and only 5ft1 so I don’t stand out much. I just told her ‘don’t worry, the right guy will come along eventually.’
Themida looked exasperatedly at me. ‘You don’t get it do you, I haven’t had action since I came from Argentina. I can’t trust any of these guys to treat me well.’
After about four years of, let’s be honest, a mid-life crisis, my days of using escorts have recently come to a natural end. I’m moving onto a new, exciting time in my life that simply doesn’t involve them. I have no regrets, and reflecting on the end of this era is making me think of the girls I’ve seen.
Keep in mind, when I say girl, I always mean woman. I don’t call all women girls, it’s infantilizing. And these were definitely all women. But calling someone an escort can make it sound like they’re aloof. And calling someone a hooker somehow strikes me as deliberately mean, even when it’s not intended that way. I’ve always fallen back to call girls, a phrase I’ve loved since reading old detective novels. It’s a little old-fashioned, so I always just call them ‘girls.’
The first time I saw someone, it was almost on a whim. I just happened to be leaving on a four day trip to a hobby convention the next day, and was looking at some porn. An ad for an escort guide popped up, and a lightbulb went off. I had about $1000 budgeted for spending money for the weekend, and my wife and I had recently talked about how I could try and see someone outside of our marriage. I’d never considered paying for it, but what the hell? The stars just aligned.
So first things first. I’m on mobile. Also this happened when we first met. I’m now 23 and she is 26.
Anyways I (20m) just got out of a serious relationship, well I got a divorce. I was 20 and just divorced, I know I was young I married right out of highschool to someone that I thought loved me and I loved her. That was not the case though. Anyways I was feeling pretty low and horny so I did what any other horny single guy does. I downloaded tinder. Let me tell you something, tinder isn’t my thing. I got no matches nothing! So I started posting on an app called whisper. After a few days I finally got to talking to this beautiful sexy milf Brenna(23f) (name changed for privacy). She was stunning, she had mid back length blond hair, nice full D tits, an ass to die for, thicker than a snicker, and had such nice full lips. She was just divorce as well, had a 6 month old, just moved to the same town I was in and was just looking for a friend. We clicked instantly. We talked and talked but you aren’t reading this for that. So let me get to the good stuff.
The next morning Anna wakes up alone in the massive bed. It takes a moment for her to remember where she is. The aches in her body remind her.
She walks out of the bedroom and hears Wyatt and her boss out on the balcony.
“… if you’re sure, I ain’t one to argue. You wouldn’t listen anyway,” Wyatt says.
“She’s different. That’s why I brought her here to meet you,” the boss says.
Hearing the two of them makes her head spin. They can’t be thinking about her, could they? What would make her different? She mentally files her questions away to ask later.
They spy her walking onto the balcony and cut off their conversation.
“Well there’s a fine sight for some old eyes in the morning,” Wyatt says with a smile.
Her boss kisses her and wraps his arms around her from behind making her body shudder. Even as sore as she is, she desires him. The feeling of their skin together alerts her to the fact they are all nude. She is getting used to it but isn’t there completely yet.