Author: LordUnderTheMountain

My Wife Helped a New Friend Explore Her Sexuality on our Honeymoon [FF]

Maxine had, the whole time we’d known her, been the quieter one. Her friends, Maesa and Julie, were outgoing, vibrant and lewd, while Maxine had mostly gone along with events as they unfolded. But not today. Today Maxine had asked my wife, Anne, and I to have lunch, just the three of us. We found a little cafe on a square in Venice and watched the boats go by.

“I think I’m gay.” Maxine said. She was blushing furiously but carried on. I think she’d scripted this. “But…I’ve never actually been with a woman. I’ve really come to care for you two and…” She gulped. “I’d like to spend a night with Anne. Anne and I alone.”

Anne reached across the table and held Maxine’s hand. They both looked at me. I’ve know that Anne was bisexual almost the entire time I’ve known Anne. That fact had led to some amazing sexual encounters and I loved that part of her. However, the question came at a strange time. We planned on going separate ways that afternoon. The women had plans in Dubrovnik and we were catching the train to Rome. Read more »

Fucking My Wife in Front of New Friends on our Honeymoon [FM]

Venice was amazing. Easily one of the highlights of the trip. It was so easy to get lost in the city, but we always seemed to find our way. There was an amazing sight around every corner.

The company only made Venice better. I was on my honeymoon with my wife. We were joined by three women that we had met in Verona, Maesa, Maxine and Julie. All three worked as stewardesses on the same private yacht. Instead of staying at the distant hostel, we’d pooled our resources and shared a hotel room. The women only had a few days left of vacation before they had to return and they were making the most of it. Anne and I were pretty tight with money, but the women, close to the end of their trip, were not similarly restrained and they picked up the tab quite a few times. We took a gondola ride, ate Gelato, went to a few museums and bought a lot of cheap wine.

Our hotel was very close to the Labia Palace and the women had dubbed our hotel the Vagina Hotel. The women had really bonded, especially after Anne and I had each masturbated in front of them. They had become a tight little sisterhood. Read more »

Fucking My Wife in Front of New Friends on our Honeymoon [FM]

Venice was amazing. Easily one of the highlights of the trip. It was so easy to get lost in the city, but we always seemed to find our way. There was an amazing sight around every corner.

The company only made Venice better. I was on my honeymoon with my wife. We were joined by three women that we had met in [Verona, Maesa, Maxine and Julie](https://old.reddit.com/user/LordUnderTheMountain/comments/sv138h/the_chronology_of_anne_and_i/). All three worked as stewardesses on the same private yacht. Instead of staying at the distant hostel, we’d pooled our resources and shared a hotel room. The women only had a few days left of vacation before they had to return and they were making the most of it. Anne and I were pretty tight with money, but the women, close to the end of their trip, were not similarly restrained and they picked up the tab quite a few times. We took a gondola ride, ate Gelato, went to a few museums and bought a lot of cheap wine.

Our hotel was very close to the Labia Palace and the women had dubbed our hotel the Vagina Hotel. The women had really bonded, especially after Anne and I had each [masturbated in front of them](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sv1b6c/my_wife_masturbating_for_new_friends_on_our/). They had become a tight little sisterhood. Read more »

My Wife Masturbating for New Friends on our Honeymoon [F]

Venice was beautiful city. Pictures don’t really covey how magical it is. But all the beauty didn’t hide one fact, the locals didn’t really like the tourists. I can’t blame them. We overwhelmed the city, crowded the water buses and were generally in the way. The Hostel, however, seemed like a deliberate insult. It was on the island of Giudecca, separated from the main city by the very wide Giudecca Canal. The first vaporetto off was at 10 in the morning, the last one back was at 6 in the evening. It was like they were doing everything possible to keep us away from the central city.

My wife, Anne, and I had come to Venice with three new friends, Maesa, Maxine and Julie, who we had met in Verona. All three worked as stewardesses on the same private yacht and they were taking some downtime to explore Italy. We decided that, between the five of us, we didn’t need to worry about the money so much and got a hotel room in the main the city. The new hotel was very close to the Labia Palace and, like the very mature group that we were, this engendered massive giggling fits. Read more »

A Verona Facial [FM]

The Youth Hostel in Verona was a terrible place to stay. Anne and I were on our honeymoon, backpacking through Europe. We were dirt poor and staying at Hostels to stretch our dollars. They varied in quality, but the one in Verona was astonishing. They had no couple’s rooms, so Anne went upstairs while I was relegated to the basement.

The men’s dorms slept 25 guys to a room. The dorm itself was cavernous and walled with tiles, so it was freezing and everything echoed. No one slept. The morning shower was a pipe stuck upright in the floor of a huge room. The water erupted upwards. You were expected to clean yourself in the spray. It was cold and it was miserable.

By the time I met Anne for breakfast in the common dining area I looked and felt terrible. Anne, however, was glowing and full of life, ready for a day of sightseeing. The women’s dorms, Anne told me, had four girls in a room and each room had its own bathroom with a full, and normal, shower. She had three roommates and they were all getting along great. My response was more than a little grumpy. Read more »

A Verona Facial [FM]

The Youth Hostel in Verona was a terrible place to stay. Anne and I were on our honeymoon, backpacking through Europe. We were dirt poor and staying at Hostels to stretch our dollars. They varied in quality, but the one in Verona was astonishing. They had no couple’s rooms, so Anne went upstairs while I was relegated to the basement.

The men’s dorms slept 25 guys to a room. The dorm itself was cavernous and walled with tiles, so it was freezing and everything echoed. No one slept. The morning shower was a pipe stuck upright in the floor of a huge room. The water erupted upwards. You were expected to clean yourself in the spray. It was cold and it was miserable.

By the time I met Anne for breakfast in the common dining area I looked and felt terrible. Anne, however, was glowing and full of life, ready for a day of sightseeing. The women’s dorms, Anne told me, had four girls in a room and each room had its own bathroom with a full, and normal, shower. She had three roommates and they were all getting along great. My response was more than a little grumpy. Read more »

A Nice Facial [FM] [M]

Nice was not a place for the poor. And we, my wife Anne and I, were poor. We were backpacking across Europe on a shoestring budget. Nice was a beautiful city, but it was designed for those with money to spend. We spent the morning in the sun drenched courtyard of the youth hostel and plotted our escape to cheaper climates.

As we sat there a man ran up to use with a friendly greeting. We had first met Scott at the hostel in Marseille. Today he was returning from a trip to Monaco. He seemed desperately lonely as he raved to us about how excellent, friendly and spotlessly clean Monaco had been. Of all the people we’d met on our honeymoon, Scott seemed the most ill-suited to the life of a backpacker. Nothing, outside of Monaco, had lived up to his expectations and he complained about every person he’d met. Which was strange, since almost everyone we’d met had been extremely friendly.

The entire purpose of Scott’s trip, as far as we could tell, was to meet women who were away from home for the first time in their lives, free from all taboos and all supervision. He planned to guide these naïve young women into every aspect of their sexuality. He was failing miserably, since his only approach was to tell the women exactly that. Read more »

A Nice Facial [FM] [M]

Nice was not a place for the poor. And we, my wife Anne and I, were poor. We were backpacking across Europe on a shoestring budget. Nice was a beautiful city, but it was designed for those with money to spend. We spent the morning in the sun drenched courtyard of the youth hostel and plotted our escape to cheaper climates.

As we sat there a man ran up to use with a friendly greeting. We had first met Scott at the hostel in Marseille. Today he was returning from a trip to Monaco. He seemed desperately lonely as he raved to us about how excellent, friendly and spotlessly clean Monaco had been. Of all the people we’d met on our honeymoon, Scott seemed the most ill-suited to the life of a backpacker. Nothing, outside of Monaco, had lived up to his expectations and he complained about every person he’d met. Which was strange, since almost everyone we’d met had been extremely friendly.

The entire purpose of Scott’s trip, as far as we could tell, was to meet women who were away from home for the first time in their lives, free from all taboos and all supervision. He planned to guide these naïve young women into every aspect of their sexuality. He was failing miserably, since his only approach was to tell the women exactly that. Read more »

With my Wife’s Sister, Just Before the Wedding [FM]

It was a day before my wedding. My girlfriend, Anne, and I had been together forever and we’d finally decided to make it formal. We’d rented a beautiful little B&B out in the countryside and the wedding party went out a few days in advance to get everything ready. We kept the wedding party very small. My brother was my best man and Anne’s sister her maid of honor. That was everyone.

Anne and I had a huge honeymoon suite with an enormous bed and great view. After a morning getting things set up I walked in to our suite and found Anne, facing away from me, trying on an incredibly sexy white corset, with matching stockings. I recognized it as the wedding lingerie she’d bought. I snuck up behind her, cupped her breasts and pulled her close to nibble on her ear.

“Excuse me?” I looked up to see Anne glaring at me from the bathroom. I spun the woman in my arms around. It was Anne’s sister, Diana. Normally the two women hardly resembled each other at all. But the previous night Diana had dyed her hair to match Anne’s exactly. I found out later that Anne was pretty angry about it. Read more »

From Submissive to Dominant [FMF]

I walked into the living room to find Anne, my girlfriend, eating pussy. Her friend, Kathy, was splayed out on the couch, writhing on Anne’s tongue. Kathy was naked, Anne wore only her favorite pair of green panties. It was clear they weren’t expecting me. When Kathy noticed me she jumped and scrambled to cover herself with a cushion. She pointed imperiously at the door behind me.

“Get out.”

Anne and Kathy had been fucking for about a month now. The first time they’d had sex I’d been there watching. Kathy had dominated Anne and forced her out of her comfort zone. It had been beautiful to see. They’d had sex twice since then, just the two of them. I was happy that Anne was getting the chance to thoroughly explore a facet of her sexuality and I very much enjoyed the detailed reports I got afterwards.

Kathy wasn’t sure what to make of my role in their relationship. She once tried to convince Anne to leave me and that first time they’d fucked it had been as much about Kathy trying to show her dominance over Anne as anything else. But Anne, although enjoying being submissive, had made it clear that her relationship with me took primacy. Read more »