[M/F] Can’t stop thinking about last night

Hey babes, first-time poster, please be gentle ;)

literally never done anything like this before but I HAVE to share this one and I have very vanilla friends. Some details have been fudged, partly for anonymity, partly cause by the end I was pretty drunk and it’s a bit of a haze.

I guess I’ll set the stage- husband and I are in our late 20s, together for a real long time. Some of you in LTR know the joy of fucking someone for so long you know exactly what makes them tick. It’s the best.

I’m not gonna lie we are at least above average in aggregate couple attractiveness. I’ve got tig ol biddies and dumps like a truck truck truck. Long super curly hair. Ambiguously brown enough that I’ve been called everything from Hispanic to Black to Greek to Haitian to Indian. I’m into it. Husband is decidedly white but he’s got this real dark hair, very striking facial features, and a sorta beefy James Dean look. The actor, not the porn star (although….)

Anyways we’re usually very flirty and mildly kinky so none of the following is necessarily new but there was just something about last night.

Yesterday was an anniversary (not THE anniversary) and I had mentioned to my husband that morning, casually, that ‘we should do something special’. Low-key.

Distracted and bored at my desk job later that morning I decide to spam him with sexts. He can’t use his phone at work so I relish the idea of him opening up his phone at the end of the day to a couple dozen texts describing how I couldn’t get any work done because I kept thinking about the night a couple weeks ago when he ate my pussy till I cried, and how turned on I was thinking about him, and ‘just wait till I get home’. You know. The usual.

He answers:

“?”

Then:

“Just be ready by 7:30”

I love it when he gets bossy.

One boring afternoon and one grueling commute later I’m back home. Husband is cooking something, meets me at the front door in an obvious and adorable attempt to keep me out of the kitchen. Whatever, weirdo. I commence whining about my day as I dramatically drape myself in his arms (sexy, I know) and he’s like “why don’t you go take a bath? Just bring everything you need to get ready”. Dude knows I love baths. Not sure what he’s plotting but I’ll play along.

Half way through my pleasant soapy bath he comes in with a glass of wine. The smell wafting in from the kitchen is very appetizing. He’s smirking at me and I can hardly stand it. I almost jumped him right there.

Eventually I dry off and put on my makeup a little on the heavy side like I know he likes. He comes knocking to find out how long I’ll be an balks at my 15 minute estimate.

Him-

“just come out you look so pretty”

Me-

“you haven’t even seen me”

Him-

“yea but you’re always pretty”

I might barf.

I finish the wine and squeeze into something tight and short over my nice lingerie with all the complicated straps and come out. He’s waiting for me in the blue button down shirt he knows i love and the apartment is dark except for the couple of candles he had lit. The table is set, there’s more wine waiting for me, he pulls out my chair. It’s all terribly romantic and I’m bout ready to eat him up alive.

I’ll spare you the details of our delicious dinner. But I will mention there was champagne with desert. It’s important because champagne does things to me I can’t explain.

After glass # whatever I decide to stop waiting. I’ve been giving him the eyes but he’s playing coy so I just get up and start walking away.

Him-

“where are you going?”

Me-

“to the bedroom, are you coming?”

He follows, I’m swaying my hips more than necessary and stretching a little . We get to our room and he pulls me into a kiss right in front of our bed. I wrap my arms around his neck and ask

Me-

“what’s next in your big plans?”

Him-

“no I’m done, it’s your turn now”

I tell him “good” as i shove him roughly onto the bed. I get on top and straddle him. I’m grinding myself against him as I unbutton his shirt and lightly run my hands down his chest. I get off and undo his belt and take off his pants. I leave on his boxer briefs.

Because the bed is a little tall I have to bend over at the waist instead of crouch while I tease him through his underwear. My ass in the air is looking glorious im sure. He’s loving and hating it, grabbing at my dress, at me, making all sorts of delicious noises, getting so hard. making me want to make him wait even longer. But he has other ideas, and i decide to be merciful. I take off his underwear and start to play with his cock. I’m stroking him gently and licking around the base, I put his balls in my mouth and he groans. I live for that noise.

He sits up and kisses me roughly and pulls my dress over my head. I stop right before the next kiss to ask him

Me-

“Do you want me to take your whole cock into my mouth?”

Him-

*groan*
“I want you to put my whole cock in your mouth.”

I cradle his head against my chest and give him a little gentle kiss on the tip of his nose

Me-

“You didn’t say please”

Him-

“Please, pretty please….put my whole cock in your mouth.”

Me-

“Well since you asked so nicely”

And I proceed to very very slowly slide his cock aaalll the way to the back of my throat. He’s collapsed back onto the bed and I’m taking my sweet time, twirling my tongue around the head of his dick while guiding him in and out of my mouth painfully slowly. I’m letting things get sloppy and wet because I know that’s how he likes it.

After a minute of just enjoying toying with his cock he pulls me up off him and pushes me down to my knees as he gets up off the bed. He’s lost in it now- can’t decide if he wants to sit still or fuck my face. I decide for him and grab his ass with both hands and push him so far into my mouth I gag and laugh. I continue holding his hips and gliding my hands up and down the backs of his thighs as he gets up a steady rhythm. I’m trying hard to maintain good suction with my lips around the shaft of his cock but I soon have to give up and just relax my jaw and throat. At least I’m still able to use my tongue, holding it flat against the base of his cock as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. His hands are everywhere- in my hair, caressing my neck, on my cheek tracing the outline of my bottom lip with his thumb. He abruptly stops and lifts me up from my knees for a kiss before telling me: “go get your plug”

I’m giddy with excitement but I decide to be a brat

Me-

“What happens if I don’t?”

Him-

“You don’t want to find out”

I mean, i definitely do want to find out now. But I’m too excited to hold out and practically skip to get my plug and lube. I make a big show of lubing up and putting the plug in my ass because he’s watching me with this face… Like he’s trying to seem aloof but can’t contain himself.

When I’m done he grabs my head by my hair and pulls me in. He’s kissing and biting my neck and using is other hand to grope me everywhere. He’s rough- grabbing handfuls of my ass and squeezing so hard it hurts. He slides his fingers down between my lips but not into me. Just a tease. He must feel how wet I am. He spends what feels like forever touching me- I honestly can’t remember this part too well. I was too busy enjoying his mouth and his hands all over my neck and breasts and ass and pussy to remember the order of events. All I know is that this man is fucking magical or something. There are few things that I enjoy more than when he plays with my tits. Not just because he has a tongue-flick-thing he does that, alone, made me come this one time in Mexico. But also because the look on his face when he’s got a handful (or two) of breast and he’s got his mouth around my nipple and his eyes are rolling back in his head…. Ugh.

He eventually turns me around to face the bed again. He crouches behind me, running his hands down my back. He cups my ass with both hands and takes a bite. I think i still have a mark. I, of course, let out a moan that’s equal parts pain and pleasure and frustrated anticipation. So he shoves me against the bed so that I’m bent over. It’s a good thing the bed is tall enough for me to rest my torso on the bed in this position cause I would not have been able to hold myself up through the next part.

As he pushes hard into me, he whispers in my ear “don’t you dare come”.

Fuck.

It takes everything in me to obey. I’m gripping the sheets so hard i broke a nail. I don’t know how no one called the cops cause I’m pretty sure I screamed at one point. He was so hard that it hurt. I thought he was going to rip me open with his cock. I’m doing all sorts of breathing exercises, I’m trying to muffle my moans against the bed, I’m trying my best to hold off that pressure building inside me as he is just relentlessly pounding into my pussy. I definitely have bruises from the side of the bed. I beg him to let me come. He just carries on, grabbing me by my hip with one hand and pushing my head down into the bed with the other, and tells me “not until I say”. Then he spanks me, just to reinforce the message.

I can’t even tell you how long he fucked me like this. Everything in my body was so taught with the strain of not being able climax. So when he thrusts especially deep and then pulls out i think I might die. But he just pulls me to my feet and tells me to “take out your plug cause you’re going to ride my cock now”

Oh, the self control.

I just barely remember to re-apply the lube because I’m so desperate for release. I still needed a little more warming up but I’m practically impaling myself on his cock before my poor asshole knows what’s coming to it. He’s got his head back and his hands are gripping my hips hard. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed anal this much before. I’m so lost in the warmth that’s slowly rising from my toes up to my head that I don’t remember if it was my hands or his hands on my clit. I have no idea how I managed to keep from coming while bouncing up and down on his cock, feeling him slide in and out of my ass, stretching me so that it hurts so good. When I eventually collapse forward on top of him (still riding like a fiend, obvi) he cradles my head and commands “come” and the floodgates are opened. I’m getting goosebumps writing about it now. I came so hard I got a headache.

A short time later he finishes but to be honest he did most of the work (even though I was on top) because I’m completely useless by this point. But he’s grinning like a maniac as I tumble down off his cock onto the bed next to him. And he’s still grinning as he notices that the inside of my thighs are slick with my own come all the way down to my knees. And he’s still grinning when I tell him hes gonna need to help me get to the bathroom for a shower, since walking is not an option.

Happy anniversary to me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/53o8f0/mf_cant_stop_thinking_about_last_night