[M]e (35), my wi[F]e (34), some PBR and Snapchat.

Originally posted at: https://wolfcola412.tumblr.com. Written today about last night.

This is my first attempt at writing a story in probably 3-4 years. Depression is a motherfucker. It’ll probably take me a while to get my chops back, but this was fun to write, so I’ll probably share more.
About us:

Me: 35 year old dude who still gets carded sometimes. Shaggy/unkempt hair. I look like every 35 year old dude who listens to Hot Water Music. I’m 6′ tall, go about 220-225 with some chub (I’m down from 298 a year ago). Tattoos and a few facial piercings.

Wife: 34. Thick/chubby/whatever with great breasts and a wonderful ass. I dig it. Short red hair. Tattoos. Piercings. Punky.

I sit at my desk this morning with the sounds of CNN on television and my beautiful wife, Laura sleeping restlessly behind me, recovering from a stressful run of fifteen straight days working in a thankless job as a retail manager – a job title that I share for the time being.

As her soft muttering and moans provide a sexy distraction from the talking heads describing the current particulars of the world collapsing around us on my TV, I’m sitting at my computer with an uncomfortably hard erection, cursing my luck. The television remote is across the room, and I have no intention of wasting my cum on political punditry.*

The struggle between “caring husband” and “sexual deviant” is extraordinary right now. As I mentioned, my wife has been working without a day to herself for quite some time now… and while I have blanket permission to wake her in any way that I like, she needs her sleep…and I need my tongue on her clit and my face buried in her ass, as it was only a few hours ago.

I spent a good portion of yesterday evening aggressively flirting with my wife as we did household chores. As she was vacuuming, I would grab her ass and allow my hand to linger between her legs. We would take a break to get a little high, and I’d play with her tits as we snuggled on the couch. She would respond with sexy, painful little bites to my neck. I’d Snap photos of her tits and ass.

Earlier in the day, we’d picked up a case of beer, with intentions of drinking away the work-related stress that is one of few flaws in our lives.

While extremely fun, our distractions pushed an easy apartment cleaning deep into the night. After midnight, freshly showered, and armed with our new Snapchat account, the beers I’d been drinking were starting to get to me, and the next thing I remember, my wife was on her knees sucking my cock.

Laura is a fucking blowjob artist. We’ve been together for four years now, and every time my cock is in her mouth, it feels like the first time with someone new… Her variety and skill are simply mind-boggling. She’s the only person I’ve ever been with who can make me cum with her mouth – a feat in and of itself, as I have never found it easy to achieve orgasm… and she treats it like a personal challenge. Her personal record is getting me off twice in a night (by comparison, on a good day, I can only get myself off 2-3 times).

The next thing I remember, I was sitting on the couch when I was commanded by my wife in a faux-bratty tone to go down on her… a total turn on.

With the exception of a few partners, I’ve not had great experiences giving oral sex to women. The act itself is one of my favorite things, undoubtedly… but my reality has been that many women are self conscious about receiving oral… not my wife.

I sunk to my knees on the floor as she sat on the edge of the couch and I removed her pajama shorts to reveal her shaven body to me. After a few quick, playful bites to her inner thighs, I sank my hungry tongue into my soaked wife, which was met with enthusiasm and obscenities echoing through our apartment. I fucked her with my tongue for a few minutes (note to self, put your dumb tongue ring back in) before focusing on her clit as she snapped photos with my phone.

As the calls of “oh fuck, oh fuck” muffled by her thighs squeezing my ears, I knew she was close and that it was time to double down. I inserted a finger, then a second inside of her while I attacked her clit with my tongue. I curled my fingers upward to find her G-spot and she began cumming almost immediately.

As her orgasm began to subside, I moved up and ran the head of my cock on her clitoris… as she shuddered, I sank myself deep inside of my wife. I’ve measured before, and while my length is pretty average, I’m told that my width is well above.

We’d spent the next few hours in various positions, the order and length of which are blurred. My highlight of the evening was pulling out of my wife from behind, dropping to my knees, and burying my face between her thick, pale asscheeks. Something something like groceries.

Owing to the Pabst Blue Ribbon and the shockingly high quality of pot we have right now, most of my memories of the timeline are limited to photos on our Snapchat story, the lingering taste of my wife in my facial hair, and the encouraging messages that our photos and videos elicited from friends and strangers on the internet.

– Sidenote. When I started writing this, Rick Santorum was on my TV and as I finished it, Mitch McConnell was. I’m not sure why I bring this up, other than the fact that it’d probably make both really uncomfortable and fuck those guys.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6adgwa/me_35_my_wife_34_some_pbr_and_snapchat