Swinger friends [MF] convince us [MF] to join them [Group] – Part 1

(This started off as a way for my wife and I to share our perspectives with each other after a pretty wild experience, but we decided to share and it kinda morphed into this behemoth that is just slightly too big for a single post. Part 1 is mostly background. The real action is in [Part 2](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bi15y6/swinger_friends_mf_convince_us_mf_to_join_them/?).)

I’ve been friends with Tom for about 20 years now, so I was naturally invited when he married a cute blonde girl named Ashley a few years ago. Their relationship always seemed to have an adventurous bent to it; honeymoon abroad, camping, hiking, mud runs. They were always doing something, but otherwise their relationship seemed to be relatively normal for a couple in their prime. I also knew that Ashley had something of a wild side to her during her college years, based on some stories Tom told during our irregular get-togethers. That side of her seemed to bleed over to him as well, given that they started doing things like going to nude beaches and attending invite-only “poker parties” where Ashley would serve drinks to the guys in attendance, wearing skimpy clothing and sitting in the laps of anybody willing to tip her with enough poker chips, all with Tom’s blessing.

[MFFF] [fantasy] [oral] [Mdom] Scenes from the Term of Sacred Service

You, along with your compatriots, stumble out of a boat onto a large concrete platform. You’re tired from a long journey, achy from huddling on a cramped bench with the other incoming term servants. These men and women are, like you, the upper echelon of society back in their homelands – high nobility, lords and ladies, distinguished scholars or wealthy merchants, sometimes even kings or queens.

For the next month, however, all of them – including you – will be His Supremacy’s personal servants. They will clean up after Him and fetch His concubines. Maybe, if they’re lucky, they’ll serve Him dinner. When not in His Supremacy’s personal service, they’ll pull weeds, polish statues, and mop floors on His massive Sacred Estate.

Back home, you are a person with authority who is treated with respect. For the next month, you will be His Supremacy’s personal errand servant, or maybe His maid, or maybe His janitor. You are on the Term of Sacred Service.

The story of Max the erectionless old man publisher and Sarah. A first installment.

They weren’t writing, they were dancing. These were in memo form. Their writings were thinly disguised attempts to win the favor of each other. It was a dance as much as it was a display of fine swordsmanship. Him a thrust, her a parry. The dance would take a long time to complete. The idea of the dance was to create tension and desire. When this dance was done and she surrendered her gift to him he would mount her and he would be forever lost in her event horizon. That’s why we are here on earth.

I am going to quit drinking but not as long as I can get away with it. The smell of a good smelling cunt is very distinctive and it makes a person—more so than a dog, which is known for a good sense of smell—rock hard and horny. A good smelling pair of a girls dirty panties with just the right stink can send a fella into a tizzy. It can make him do things that he’d only do drunk. Sarah left a pair of her soiled panties on Max’s desk. She was a long distance runner and she prepped these especially for him. She gave them to Mrs. Hathaway, Max’s secretary (Administrative assistant as you’d call her these days, I’m old, excuse me.) in a box and told her to be sure he got them. Guess what else Sarah told Mrs. Hathaway? “Don’t say where they came from!” said Sarah. Mrs. Hathaway, no stranger to love and a great grandmother winked at Sarah.

I used to have a crazy fun roommate [MF] (part 3) going Greek for the night (anal)

[Part 2 Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bi0f94/i_used_to_have_a_crazy_fun_roommate_mf_part_2/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)


Once she had her dancing pole sent over from New York (where she used to be a stripper) there was no shortage of skin being flaunted in our house. Whenever we were alone together I would pour us some drinks and say “time for a show?” She loved to dance on the pole, and she would always say “it’s easier without pants on.” I never objected.

One night we stayed in and she danced for me. After a few minutes I grew impatient and told her to come over to me. “take your fucking shirt off,” I said.

She said nothing and slowly unbuttoned the dress shirt she’d had on for work that day. As she peeled it off and revealed her bra (and big tits bursting out of it) I pulled my cock out and began to stroke myself. She turned around and unbuckled the back strap of her bra and let it fall to the ground. She began to peel off her panties and bent over slowly so I could see her perfect ass spread open. She pulled her underwear down and let them fall as well. As she turned around she covered her tits and pussy, pretending to be shy. I stood up and moved her hands away from her body. She looked up with a smirk and waited for me to do something.

I used to have a crazy fun roommate [MF] (part 2)

[Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bgw44r/i_used_to_have_a_crazy_fun_roommate_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

My roommate and I were obviously getting along quite well. We hung out a lot and we had our own things going on so it was really the perfect friends with benefits situation. Because she liked girls as well and loved exotic dancing she would always take me to Jumbo’s Clown Room, a go-go club on the East Side, just off Hollywood Blvd. Her rich dad in New York just threw money at her so there was no shortage of dollar bills for the talented girls at Jumbo’s. It got us really hot and made for some intense situations on the Uber rides home… And some intense fucking as soon as we got back to the apartment in WeHo. The only problem was having to dance around our significant others. Those Uber rides sure did get us very interested in exhibitionism and being sneaky though…

How I made a redditrice into my fucktoy after she likes one of my gonewild stories. Part II – IRL [MF] [BDSM]

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ab63g4/how_i_made_a_redditrice_into_my_fucktoy_after_she/)

After all that intensity of us sexting, of giving Cindy rules and tasks and punishments, after having made her cum dozens of times with my voice and words, after having her send me dozens of videos and audios of her soaked and juicy little whorecunt, the time finally came for Cindy to arrive in Berlin.

Needless to say, just the thought of her arrival made my cock tingle. My reaction to thinking about her was nearly automatic, Pavlovian. Cindy would write me and my cock would immediately stiffen with anticipation with all the infinite ways I wanted to use her fuckholes, yet we still, incredibly enough, had never met.

Until we did.

To keep things cool and safe, we made a rendez-vous in a cafe, one I chose, which of course meant that it was right below my apartment for 11AM one Tuesday morning.

When I woke that day, I was bursting with excitement like when I was a kid and would wake up for some long-awaited birthday. That sort of day is a favorite – when I discover a new body and mind for the first time, the first unvirgin exploration of a new set of fuckholes, the playing to see what makes a woman I’ve never met wet, the first testing of limits, the breaking-in of a new kitten.

[MF] “I’m going to take what’s fucking mine”

He pushed me against the wall, holding my arms above my head and aggressively biting my neck. He pulled back, holding my chin with one hand, and looked me in the eye.

“How would you feel if I said something fairly brutal?”

“Try me,” I said, bracing myself for the weight of his words, my insides on fire with anticipation.

“What if I said I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy while you beg and moan like the dirty slut you are until you realize in this moment you’re little more than a hole for me to ram my cock into?”

I drew in a sharp breath. “Please, sir.”

He reached his hand between my legs, checking my wetness. I was drenched, droplets running down the insides of my thighs.

“You like it when I get very rough with you, don’t you slut?”

“I do,” I said, moaning a bit as his fingertips toyed with my clit and teased my entrance.

“I want you to handle me roughly. Show me no mercy and take what you want from me.”

“I’m not going to take what I want. I’m going to take what’s fucking mine.”

Tutoring My Roommates GF [MF]

So if there is one area of study I am pretty good at it is history and to some degree poli-sci as it often relates. I got my roommate through it last year but his gf still has to take it. She’s plenty smart but the subject just doesn’t interest her as a series of names and dates. So what I do is transform it for her into a compelling story with drama and sex and backstabbing, etc. All the reasons we watch Game of Thrones or The Tutors. But all of it true. Then she remembers most of it and likes it like that.

Sometimes my roommate is around for the story time as he enjoys them too, but often it’s just her and I or her and her roommate. Those times her and I get flirty as we have a certain amount of chemistry. But the only time we had really crossed the line was on a very drunken night where he had passed out and her and I were way to horny to stop her going down on me. For obvious reasons he has never been told about this. It also did nothing to tone down our flirtation when he was absent. Even her roommate would sometimes tease, “you guys are so bad…” and giggle or whatever.

Shower Fun Part 3 [FM]

Your fingers move in and out, while keeping the pulsating water hitting my clitoris. Somehow you find a way to simultaneously slide your fingers in and out of me while making a circular motion around the width of my opening, stretching me, and also adjusting the pressure of the shower head by moving it closer, then pulling back, and moving in closer. The rhythm of it all makes me squirm and clench and pull and want more. My hands move from your shoulders to my thighs, over my stomach and up to my breasts. My nipples need a tug, a pinch, a twist. I oblige myself. The moan that escapes my lips is more guttural than I expected. I open my eyes to see your eyes darken and a smirk growing. It is nearly my undoing. You’ve brought me so close to the edge I think I’m going to explode. And then you remove the pulsating shower head. I whimper and plead for more. I see you lick your lips and dip your head. Then all I feel is your tongue devour me. You are hungry. There’s no taking your time. Not now. Later. Right now you want to taste me thoroughly, deeply, completely. Your tongue moves up and down and dips into my vagina and out again and circles around. I try to find a pattern but I am lost in the sensations. As your urgency increases, your fingers reenter me and thrust. My fingers grab at your head, pressing you closer. My moaning has reached a fever pitch. The sounds coming from you only serve to excite me more, if that was even possible. And then I come undone. I writhe and clench and shudder under your touch. As the wave washes over me, I can feel you drink me in. Sucking my clit, pulling it into your mouth as I cum.

Mean Girls

They’d found him through an online Christian dating site. Nineteen years old, a virgin in spite of being drop dead gorgeous. They loooved hot virgins. Said he was looking for the right girl to have his first time with. Real clean cut and innocent, though this hadn’t stop him from sending a nude pic complete with his lovely erect penis when “Candy” had asked for it.

The pic was the deal breaker: he was about to meet the wrong girls.

So they’d set up a date. They had sent Sarah, the youngest of them with the innocent face and the curly, semi-long, strawberry-blonde locks. She’d met him, her tattoos carefully hidden by long sleeves, at a cafe downtown. She had used all the skills learnt in high school drama classes beguiling him. Her guise made her look perfectly innocent, save maybe for her long, black-painted nails.

She’d led him through an empty alley where their van was waiting. They’d jumped him then, stunned him and packed in the van, and driven away.