Like most men, I find myself browsing pornography on the internet from time to time. It’s fascinating moving through a trail of various sites linked together by user comments and submissions. More often than not i find myself in a place far different from where i started, only a faint recollection of how i got there. I guess that’s the only way I can explain the events that led to my encounter with a couple from Reddit.
I’d spent a few months browsing the wide array photo’s and videos available on Reddit and was quickly pulled into the user generated content. I was amazed at the amount of incredibly hot stuff produced by everyday people willing to share. Before long I found traditional “professional” pornography to be humdrum at best and sometimes downright offensive to my sensibilities. The more time I spent exploring this new world of real people sharing themselves the more I became seduced by it. I couldn’t help contemplating the desires of the subjects and those who shared the images. There’s or course the base desire to share things in order to; boast, be admired, participate, feel part of a group or to stand out from the group.
Then I found something I didn’t quite expect. People looking to connect. People consumed with fantasies and desires with no safe way to explore them. People scared to share and terrified not to. People I could empathize with in my own life of intense desire being curtailed by fear of the unknown or worse yet being known. I consumed this content veraciously. Reading, watching, listening and then finally connecting.
I became captivated by the women of GWA, ordinary women that I pass each and every day, who possessed such incredibly hot fantasies. There was no need for elaborate scripts or otherworldly environments. I’d picture them in their everyday homes as I listened to them express their most personal desires. This often ending in sharing the most carnal of experiences.. orgasming together. Not really together of course, they had recorded these messages to no one (and everyone) sometime in the past. Yet, here we were connecting, outside of time & distance, things that normally keep people apart. I’d message the authors to thank them and we’d end up discussing all sorts of things both sexual and casual. I didn’t see it at the time but i was transforming from voyeur to participant. Before long I stumbled on an especially attractive couple and I had to message them, connect as i’d done in the past with GWA. I wanted to experience their fantasies, I didn’t know it at the time but theirs would soon become mine.
I reached out, trying to be coy & clever of course, I made vanilla comments at how turned on the photo’s & videos made me. There was something about this couple, something about hearing their shared encounters from the differing perspectives that made me long. I wanted stories, photo’s, messages….. I told them about my fantasies. They told me how my messages invigorated their sex life. The power of time and distance began to dwindle as we shared our fantasies. Sure it was text on a page, videos and photographs on a screen but they were ours. Then it happened. I found out I was to attend a conference where they lived. At first I thought this was a dream come true. I would finally get to meet my “virtual” friends. Visions of us meeting for drinks and dinner, sharing laughs and getting to finally fuck in the flesh filled my mind. Would this ruin everything? Is this better left in the virtual world? My excitement and trepidation was shared. We agreed that we’d meet for a drink and see where it went from there. No pressure and no hard feelings. Regardless, we’d continue what we had on screen.
I won’t bore you with the details of our drinks and dinner. All you need to know is that the conversation flowed as it had online and the attraction was palpable. Perhaps it was all the months of build up but I couldn’t wait for the invite back to their house, which came well before the check. When we arrived back at the house it was hard to tell who was more exited, Mrs. or Mr.. She pranced around the house in short skirt and sheer blouse like the perfect hostess. I felt right at home while my eyes drank her in. I tried hard to keep up with the conversation while I being completely mesmerized by the curves, sultry eyes and intoxicating voice of the women before me. I knew it was inevitable that i’d get to put my hands on her but the suspense was killing me. It wasn’t long, but seemed like an eternity before Mr., noticing the bulge in my pants and asked Ms. if she’d like to sit down on my lap while we talked.
She smiled slyly and said “if that’s okay with our guest”. I nodded with approval and she sauntered towards me, smirking and finally resting the heart shaped ass I’d masturbated too for months on my lap. Her delicate body resting on my lap was driving my cock crazy as it fought with my pants. Every slight shift of her weight was bringing my already raging erection to new level of hardness. She could obviously feel it and was being all the more playful. It felt like it would explode in my pants. They started talking about all the hot sex they’d had while imaging I was watching and at times participating. This didn’t help the discomfort that continued to build in my pants. The blood surging from my brain to my loins did lower my inhibitions and I took the first step to opening the present i’d been waiting for so long. I ran my hands over her thighs, slipping the her skirt up slightly so her husband could see her panties and the subtle movements she was making on lap. He thanked me for improving the view and commented on how he could see the lips of her pussy through her panties thanks to the moisture she was producing. Emboldened by his words and way her body twitched when he uttered them, I ran my hand over the sheer top that rested on her bra covered breasts. This woman is amazing mind you, her sculpted body competes only with the beauty of her face. I had to hold back my desire to tear the delicate material and fondle the tits i’d imagined caressing for so long.
Perhaps she senses my frustration or merely wants to please her husband, either way she begins to unbutton her blouse and expose herself to him. My hands rested eagerly on her hips and while I wait I begin kissing her neck. I felt her subtle moans vibrate my lips as I kiss and suck on her, inhaling the scent of her hair and perfume. Her flimsy blouse falls onto my lap behind her and she proceeds to unclasps her bra allowing it to fall on the floor in front of her. I run my hands up over her stomach bringing them to rest on her heavy, heaving breasts with her signature nipples protruding between my fingers. I continue to cup her and knead her breasts in my hands, squeezing her nipples between my fingers. Mr., enticed by the sight, comes forward and begins to suck on them hungrily. Our worship of her body causes her hips to move gently but purposefully on my lap. Finally our is finally becoming a reality.
She rose to her feet, relieving my cock from the torture of being so close to her opening and denied entry. After the momentary respite, she introduced a whole new longing. Pushing Mr. back to his seat. She kneeled and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out and putting in into her mouth. I sat back enjoying the view as she slowly bobbed up and down on him. He tangled her flowing hair in hands. I could hear the sounds of her mouth on him while my eyes fixated on her ass cheeks peaking out from below her skirt. Without warning she stood, faced me, hiking up her skirt. Staring into my eyes she removed her panties and sat down on her mans cock…. I couldn’t take anymore of this torture and removed my cock from my pants, holding it firmly in my hand. She rode him slowly, gyrating her hips, causing her breasts to bounce. I began stroking myself in rhythm to their body movements. She licked her lips while staring at my cock and my hand moving over it. Mr. then said, “Why don’t you bring it over here so she can suck it?”.
I stood before before her and she didn’t hesitate to take my bare cock into her mouth. Reaching down I held her breasts, grasping and massaging to egg her on. We remained like this for a minute or two before she took her mouth off of me to utter the words i’d been waiting so long to hear “can I have him in me?”. Mr. answered only with a groan. She stood up, turned around and spread her legs before me, placing her mouth onto Mr.’s penis. My cock was so hard and wet from her mouth I plunged easily into her warm pussy. The sight of her ass before me while she sucked off Mr. was incredible. I gently spanked her ass while I fucker her hard and fast. In my fantasies I was slow and deliberate, focused on pleasing her, but in the moment I was overcome with lust. I just fucked her hard and fast onto her husband. Her moans were like music to my ears and Mr. was enjoying her pleasure groans on his penis. She kept sucking while I fucked her with reckless abandon. Staring down at that perfect ass , I thrust into it, the sensation becoming too much for any mortal man. Her pussy was so tight and the way she squeezed her muscles around me was milking me. I told them both that if it didn’t stop I’d cum.
This was the first time she took her mouth off her husbands cock, she uttered “not in my pussy, in my mouth”. She turned and kneeled before me pulling my cock, slick with her juices, into her mouth. She used one hand to stroke my shaft and the other to cup my throbbing balls. Her eyes met mine and she whimpered “feed me”. As if on command my balls tightened, my thrusts got shorter and deeper until I spilled everything I had into her waiting mouth. I shouted and cursed as my hips ground to a stand still. She used her lips and tongue to milk every last drop from me. Her mouth filled and them overflowed with my load, I slid my drained cock from her and fell to my knees. Some of my cum escaped from her mouth and ran down her chin. She stood, turned and squatted back down, her eyes still on mine putting her husbands cock back into her pussy. Once his cock was filling her to his balls she began using my drippings from her lips and chin as lubricant for rubbing her clit.
I watched his big cock thrust in and out of her, hearing her moans drove me wild. I wanted to be part of her pleasure. Knowing i’d be be tasting my own semen for the first time, I lowered my mouth, pulled her hand aside and started licking and tasting her pussy. Her husband fucked her deeply. His hands were tugging on her breasts as he pulled her onto him. The fucking was fast and furious, My tongue licked her pussy lips as he pumped her until finally Mr. told us he couldn’t take anymore and was going to cum. She said four words I’ll never forget “Don’t stop, I’m close” Mr. didn’t have choice and spilled his load into her pussy. I did have a choice and chose not to stop licking. I sucked her clit while his filled her with his cum. Even as it started to drip out I obeyed her wishes, riding the wave of her moans I didn’t stop until her body began to shutter with orgasm. She was perfect……
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4agaz0/she_was_the_perfect_hotwife_mmf_swing_oral
Amazing!
Fuck. This is super hot man