The Secrets of the Alabaster Abbey pt. 3 [mfmfmf] [fiction] [fantasy]

Irbid is the name of the town nearest to the Alabaster Abbey in the Kalgan Pass, although if you asked one of the villagers they would deny it fiercely, pointing over the ridge to the neighboring town. However, Irbid is undeniably closer despite what the inhabitants may wish to believe. It is a small collection of squat wooden and stone-brick houses, solidly built to keep out winter winds, at the mouth of the valley pass. Surrounded by surprisingly rich fertile soil. this has sustained the village through difficult times, and many men travel to nearby villages and towns to trade the fruits of the harvest for other goods.

There is only one caravan that rolls into Irbid, however.

Without fail, when the summer harvest has reached its peak, and the sweat hangs low on the brows of those returning to their homes from the fields, a white-tented caravan trundles up the pass from the Alabaster Abbey.

[MMF] Friends wife…

Once I was fully erect she rubbed her thumb around the head, smearing my lubrication around. She was staring at me with eyes that creamed for me to fuck her. I had always fantasized about doing so. Usually wanking off to a fantasy where John falls asleep, and she comes out to me. She gave it a few amazing strokes. She was a goddess at that moment.

The movie ended, and she asked John to go to the bedroom with her. I was excited for him. He was going to fuck. As I sat there I turned on some MMA replays. I felt like one fight, and they would be done/asleep. I would wank off like usual, and all would be well.

John emerged from the hall, and walked to a chair directly across from the couch. Their Livingroom was a large, L shaped couch, a chair in the opposite corner, all facing a big TV. John had a smile on his face. I could see he was semi-hard. As he sat, he raised his eyebrows at me, and smiled. “We have talked about this in depth. Our friendship is in no way in danger. We both want this. It is OK”

Wi[f]e loves strip clubs. What a[m] I to do?

I need help. Wife LOVES going to strip clubs just 15 years in. Loves comparing her breasts to theirs. Loves that each woman has different pussy lips. Several have given us their number. Several friends have tried to fuck us. I’m trying to figure out what, if anything, is in play.

The happiest happy hour [MF] [sort of cheating]

**This isn’t something I ever planned on posting here because it doesn’t involve actual sex. However, a recent conversation inspired me to. Like I said.. no actual sex, but I did something fun in public :)**

**Backstory (long):**

I was 22 when I started my job, and my coworker, Kyle, was 30 (and had been there since age 22). I didn’t know this at the time, but he had been with his girlfriend (now wife) 10 years. I had just started dating my boyfriend (now fiancé), and had only graduated college 2 weeks before. Kyle and I had immediate chemistry – the kind that hits you instantly like a ton of bricks. I was in a relationship with someone who I saw (and still see) a real future with, so after the initial “wow moment”, I didn’t think much of it. We started out professional enough, and moved to casually flirty, but that’s just my personality. However, my relationship started to strain after a few weeks into the job. Our schedules conflicted, and I was always in a bad mood because my former boss is a terrible person with an HR file the size of a phone book. She may be certifiably insane, but I won’t get into details here because that’s no fun. We ended up on a break for a couple months. Meanwhile, Kyle became my only friend at the office because literally no one had an interest in being my friend except him. (side note: I have lots of work friends now, but he is still my best work friend). I told him about my relationship issues. Our flirting slowly started to get more serious.

Long and detailed version of my buddies and I renting a boat and using my wife as a sex slave. [Group]

WARNING: EXTREMELY LONG

I already posted this story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/94u1q3) before, but as I copied the text from my /r/nsfwiama post, I realized the story wasn’t very detailed and didn’t give good descriptions. Please note that I have changed the names to preserve identities.

The “sex slave” wasn’t planned at all. Some friends and I decided to rent a very large pontoon for the weekend and cruise, fish and drink the entire weekend away. It was initially supposed to be me, my wife, three other guy friends, and their girlfriends. However, for various reasons, all the girlfriends had to drop out at some point in the planning process, so by the time we got on the boat, it was just me, my wife (Cammie) and my three buddies (John, Paul and Steve).

Wi[F]e and I[M] have Sexual Renaissance

Over the last month, my wife and I have had a Renaissance in our sex life. I will focus this story to our trip to a wedding this past weekend . We were having our first 2 nights away from our kids in 3 years. We had already been having a better sex life over the last couple weeks. Her initiating more, me working with her clitoris more also. Things have been great. We knew this weekend was going to be really wild.

To prepare for this weekend, I decided to by a men’s fashion jock strap. It is less useful for athletics and more for looks. My wife loves seeing me in good underwear so why not make it minimal. I started our Friday morning sending her a pic of my bulge in the jock, making sure to conceal the truth of what it was. She hooked the bait and it was a nice surprise for her right before she started her online tutoring. I sent her one more pic of the waist band just before we left on our 7 hour drive to the wedding destination. She still doesn’t know what it is but she has ideas. So for 7 hours this was in her head. She couldn’t stand the anticipation of waiting to see what I had gotten her.

[MF] [Fanfiction] Filburt’s Postmodern Wife Part 4 [Furry/Anthro, Endosomatophilia, Voyeurism, Mind Control, Marriage, Interspecies, Fellatio, BDSM, Religion Bashing, Femdom, S&M, Mud, Scat, Vomit, Urine, Foot Fetish, Body Worship, Cunnilingus, Anal, Body Odor, Sausages, Nursery Rhymes, etc]

PART 4

“So TELL me, Filburt; would you say that you don’t…well…DESERVE a wife like me, so to speak?” Hutchison asked Filburt, sitting right next to him on his bed and crossing her (once again mouthwateringly long and slender) legs as she teasingly stretched out her nipples one after the other using a combination of the aforementioned nipple rings and her trusty hook hand.

“Yeah…it APPEARS it’s just as my lovely Missus Hutchison SAID…” Filburt began, scratching his chin and hanging his head in shame. “I’m just a PEST…(Rocko and Heffer glance over at each other in a very hypocrisy-realizing fashion as they continue manning Hutchison’s behavioral control cockpit)…no, I’m not just a pest, I’m a total fucking PIG!”

“ISN’T THAT RIGHT, MISSUS HUTCHISON?! IF I’M A FUCKING SNIVELING KOSHER PIG, YOU CAN SAY SO!” Filburt suddenly broke out into yet ANOTHER ridiculously massive ear-to-ear smile and began yelling and screaming with masochistic excitement, already reaching straight down underneath his bedsheets with his ever-so-trusty right hand and stroking his delightfully big and scaly blue penis with it.

My buddies and I rented a boat for the weekend and used my wife as a sex slave. [Group]

Originally posted in /r/nsfwiama by me.

The slave part wasn’t planned to begin with. Initially, it was me, my wife and some friends all getting a boat for the weekend and just drinking. However, for various reasons, all the guys’ girlfriends we’re unable to come, some backing out early in the planning, one the day of. When my wife realized she would be the only woman on a boat with guys, she got a wild eye in her. She’s a freaky one. Before we left to meet up with everyone, she asked me what I thought about being a sex slave to EVERYONE on the boat. I asked her what the rules would be and how it would work. She said there were to be absolutely no rules and no limits to how many times she could be asked or what she would do for us. She said so long as we were out on the water, she would follow each and every command given to her. I instantly loved the idea. We have done several threesomes and foursomes and have swung a few times. I told her she would have to run it by the guys first.

Overdue Honeymoon [MFM, bi, hotwife]

A gentle breeze rolled by, stirring me out of a light doze. I was lazing away the afternoon in a lounge chair on the beach with giant palm trees for shade and a half-full glass of rum on a table beside me. Beside me was my lovely wife of 11 years, flipping through the pages of her book.

This was our first real vacation since we had met. It was essentially our honeymoon after years blessed with the fortune…of staying at home to care for the kids. It had taken a lot of effort and patience to finally convince her that we could take some time for ourselves. But there we were, our second day in the Caribbean, doing our best to forget everything but ourselves for a small while.

The sex the night before had been fantastic. Just the vibe of the place, it seemed, had broken through our respective tensions, and opened up our libidos. We woke up relaxed and refreshed, and my wife had eagerly slipped me inside her once again to start off the day. Now she was laid back in a floral 2-piece swimsuit, sipping on a piña colada. I let my eyes slide down her neck and along her tanned cleavage, shiny with sunscreen. Her breasts were medium-sized and had kept their shape well over the years. I reached over to cup one and feel it’s softness, and she playfully slapped me away.

Overdue Honeymoon [MFM, bi, hotwife]

A gentle breeze rolled by, stirring me out of a light doze. I was lazing away the afternoon in a lounge chair on the beach with giant palm trees for shade and a half-full glass of rum on a table beside me. Beside me was my lovely wife of 11 years, flipping through the pages of her book.

This was our first real vacation since we had met. It was essentially our honeymoon after years blessed with the fortune…of staying at home to care for the kids. It had taken a lot of effort and patience to finally convince her that we could take some time for ourselves. But there we were, our second day in the Caribbean, doing our best to forget everything but ourselves for a small while.

The sex the night before had been fantastic. Just the vibe of the place, it seemed, had broken through our respective tensions, and opened up our libidos. We woke up relaxed and refreshed, and my wife had eagerly slipped me inside her once again to start off the day. Now she was laid back in a floral 2-piece swimsuit, sipping on a piña colada. I let my eyes slide down her neck and along her tanned cleavage, shiny with sunscreen. Her breasts were medium-sized and had kept their shape well over the years. I reached over to cup one and feel it’s softness, and she playfully slapped me away.