[M]ade my wi[F]e climax in a room filled with her friends and family. They had no idea. Was extraordinarily hot. Read all about it…

Summer 2012, we visited my wife’s hometown, with our kids in tow. It had been a whirlwind few days of meeting friends and family, doing touristy things, and we’d had zero time for anything sexual besides some sneaky making out and groping when we had a few seconds to ourselves. She’d confessed that she really needed to get fucked ASAP. I agreed wholeheartedly, but the time and space eluded us.

One night we wound up sitting on a huge sectional in her aunt and uncle’s finished basement having put the kids to bed, watching the 2012 Summer Olympics. We were surrounded by about a dozen people, mostly her very closest friends from home, along with a pair of female cousins in their early twenties. Everybody else was in their thirties.

I was sort of slumped down next to her with my arm around her waist, and she was wearing a sundress, with no panties. Over time, I let the hand on her side slide lower and lower, millimeter by millimeter, until I was cupping her ass. When she realized where I was heading, she started sort of pushing back against my arm, wiggling around, trying to keep me out. But I was undeterred and kept working at it until I got my hand beneath her and had direct access.
I only used one finger, and very shallow, but when I penetrated her she shot me this look of surprise that I’ll never forget.

We were all sitting around talking, laughing, some drinking, and none of them were any the wiser. I just slowly started moving that finger up and down, the same slow, small strokes between her labia, and over time I could feel her getting wetter and wetter.

For a while, she clenched to try to expel me, but I was having none of it.

I watched the television, but kept stealing glances at her, watching for the tells. Her nostrils would flare, she’d bite her bottom lip, her eyelids would flutter. Eventually, she stopped resisting and she started gently rocking her hips, trying to get more penetration.

I knew she was in distress, so naturally I kept steering the conversation in her direction so she’d be forced to participate without letting on that she was on the precipice of a huge orgasm.
I’d let up just enough that she could be lucid, then increase my tempo again. It was the gentlest, slowest build-up to a climax she said she’d ever had.

She told me later that by the end it was all she could do not to just rip my clothes off and mount me, regardless of who was around. I mean she was soaking wet. I could definitely smell her, and have no doubt others could as well, although they wouldn’t necessarily have known who the source was, given that there were half a dozen women present.

When an event came on that had everyone engrossed, it may have been the 100 meter dash, I mercifully finished her off.

She took my free hand in hers and squeezed it so hard she almost broke it, closing her eyes and trembling through a massive release.

I looked around while she was in the midst of it, and nobody seemed to notice. Once she finished, I removed the hand as gingerly as I could and made a great show (to her, not sure if anybody else noticed) of sucking and licking clean the finger I’d used. Shortly thereafter, she excused herself, went into the bathroom and got herself off twice more.

Good times.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5bosl8/made_my_wife_climax_in_a_room_filled_with_her