"Show me how you would fuck her."
I pushed my wife further into the bedding, face down, and grabbed her hips as I drove into her again and again. What had begun as hypothetical pillow talk had blossomed into a full-fledged fantasy, one that we were both enjoying quite a bit at the moment. We had been casually making out in bed after a night out with some friends when she asked me if I'd noticed what her friend Vicky was wearing.
I told her that it was hard not to—her friend's dress had been quite revealing. It was black with a low cut neckline that was further enhanced by a keyhole cut showing off her cleavage and a long slit up the leg. Vicky had looked quite hot and I told my wife as much. She asked me which of her friend's physical features I'd enjoyed the most. I'm a leg guy, so I told her those certainly got my attention. I stopped kissing my wife long enough to run my hand along her bare thigh. She wears a night shirt and panties to bed.
"Why," I asked, "Did you see anything you liked?" I started to get more aggressive and rubbed her through her panties. She blushed before replying.
"Her boobs. She has bigger boobs than I do. They look nice." We had previously talked abstractly about friends we each found attractive, but this is the first time she had ever named something so specific. I let that sink in for a minute and started to go down on her, pulling her panties off and tossing them aside. After a few minutes of fingering and licking her, I slid up next to her and continued to touch her pussy. I started to whisper in her ear, taking a chance that what I said would be received positively.
"Would you let Vicky touch you like this?" A moaned response. Wetter. This was a good sign.
"I bet she'd do that for you. Do you think she'd be gentle like I am, or rougher, like this?" I picked up the pace with that question and moved back down her body.
"Would you let her lick you?" My wife's response this time was to grab my head with both hands, pull it towards her, and wrap her legs around my back. She was dripping now, possibly more turned on than any time I can recall. A few more minutes, and I felt like I needed to put her over the top. It is very hard for my wife to get off without penetration and I was super turned on by this point.
"Where am I while she's going down on you?" I figured she'd say that I was watching or that she was blowing me. Instead, the response I got turned me on more than anything as well.
"You're behind her … mmm … take out your cock." I rolled my wife over and teased her from behind. She then said the sentence that started this story. I fucked her as if she were Vicky—hard and reckless. I talked dirty as if she were Vicky, asking how my wife's pussy tasted. She came several times, screaming. My wife had never been a screamer. I told her that when I saw her in that dress, that I wanted to fuck her and then cum on her tits.
I pulled out, rolled my wife onto her back and then did just that, my orgasm exploding onto her chest. I collapsed next to her, exhausted and sweaty. As we each caught our breath, a smile passed between us. Yup, this was something new and very interesting.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3374ge/discovering_a_new_fantasy_mf
Hot! Hope you get to act on it in real life now! ;)
That is my go-to as of late. This is all new territory for me, so I’m proceeding with caution.
I know exactly what you mean. Although previous GF’s have been quite adventurous, my wife is very conservative when it comes to sex. In the past when confronted with various scenarios, whether watching movies or partaking in discussions etc, she’s expressed distaste (or worse) for some situations that really turn me on (and some that I have even experienced myself). I’ve *very gradually* been introducing these into our sex play, much the same way you describe. Just lately I’ve actually noticed a little bit more willingness on her part to engage in the visualisations. I like the way you’ve gone about it, and will try to elicit an even more active role from her in future by asking her explicit questions about how she’s imagining things. There is hope though. When we first met, my wife was almost *appalled* by topless sunbathers. I eventually let her know that I would be turned on by seeing her topless at the beach. It took a while but she started to warm to the idea a bit, at least when we talked about it during sex. The last time we went to the beach as a couple, without any prompting from me, she *told* me to take her top off! :O I’ve got my fingers crossed for you! ;)