[MF] …but we also fucked (consensual bdsm and rough play)

Last Saturday night [I went to the dungeon with my new friend Lily](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6bd5h0/mf_a_lily_in_the_dungeon_consensual_kink_public/), and we had a lovely time. I thought I would spend Sunday doing chores, playing games with my wife (we’re poly; she knows about Lily), and watching TV.

We did do all those things. But we also fucked, which I wasn’t expecting.

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A brief warning: this story contains [DD/lg](https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ddlg). If this is a problem for you, turn back now. All participants are over the age of 30.

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A little background: my wife and I have had a quasi-dead bedroom for some time now. She’s had some medical issues (mostly I think it’s anxiety but she’s going to the doctor this week to find out for sure) that have prevented us from having a healthy sex life — and neither of us are very happy about that. On top of that, I apparently “forgot” the right way to spank her, so we’ve been idly looking for a top for her. We’re hoping that a friend of ours will work out, but he’s always busy and not too dependable, even if he is a great top.

But I digress.

Some physical stats: I’m 38, six feet tall, bald (shaved), with blue eyes, glasses, and a beard. I qualify as a BHM, if that matters. My wife is 5’9 with shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes. She’s always been curvy, although it’s mostly in her breasts and her hips — she has a surprisingly small ass for someone her size and shape. She’s rubenesque, trending toward slight-BBW-ness, and I love digging my fingers into all of her soft places. She’s 31.

Usually after we wake up my wife will throw on a tank-top or t-shirt and a pair of flannel pants or some leggings. Sunday it was the t-shirt and the pants. We hung out in relative quiet for a while, checking up on the internet (and I did a few chores), until it was time to make lunch. I do most of the cooking, and our menu had a quiche on it. I threw it together, and then, while I was cooking the spinach, she came into the kitchen. Well, of course I’m going to kiss her.

I don’t know what it is about me putting my hand on her cheek when I kiss her, but that triggers something in my wife almost every time. Even when we can’t actually have sex, she still gets quiet and breathy and very, very passionate. And when she does, I get very, very hard.

The kiss ended, but I could see in her eyes that she wanted more. I told her to wait about a minute, and I quickly scraped the spinach into the egg, mixed it, poured it into the pan, tossed it in the oven, and set a timer.

Then I kissed her again, this time harder and more in control — I’m the dominant one in the relationship, although we hadn’t done much BDSM lately. I walked her backward to the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room, pushed her up against the wall, and slid my hands under her shirt, pushing it up and over her breasts. At that point I wasn’t sure how far she was willing to go, but I was going to take what I could get because this was the most into it she’d been in a while.

She was into it all right. We must have kissed for five straight minutes, just running our hands over each other. I pulled her shirt off and then took mine off (she likes when mine is off even though I don’t like the way I look shirtless), and as we kissed I pulled her hair, cupped her breasts, and took her right nipple between my fingers.

My wife is a masochist. That said, I can’t just jump right in with her like I can with someone like Lily. So I started slowly increasing the pressure; her kisses got more fervent, and she pushed her hips against me.

Fine by me. I pinched harder and she moaned; I twisted and she gasped; I kissed her and dug my thigh between her legs and she came, hard and shuddering.

And that, my friends, is the sign that Shit is about to Go Down.

Soon enough I had my wife’s pants off and I’d pushed my shorts under my balls. I ground my cock along her clit as we kissed. I pulled her hair, I worked over her breasts, and she came again. I tried spinning her around and pushing my cock between her cheeks but that didn’t work out — even though my arm around her neck and my hand twisted in her hair did — so I turned her back around and kissed her again, my hand between her legs, finding her clit. But what I was really looking for was the pressure-sensitive place just above it, and when I hit that she was a goner.

We stumbled our way through the dining room and into the living room. I tried to intimate that I wanted her on her knees, but when I sat on the arm of the couch, my shorts lost somewhere along the way, she stepped into me and kissed me again. She *really* likes when I grind against her, especially when my cock is between her lips but not inside, so I did that until she had watery knees.

Then I threw her onto the [chair](https://www.ashleyfurniturehomestore.com/p/bladen-chair/1200020/) and tried to get into position to fuck her.

Only I’ve put on some weight and it just didn’t work. Alas.

Fortunately, I had a plan B. I threw a blanket onto the floor, pulled her down, and knelt between her legs, my cock just where she wanted it.

“More?”

She nodded.

“Inside?”

More nodding.

Okay. Well. Let’s be realistic here: my cock is not enormous. It’s average length, maybe a touch thicker than average girth. But for someone as tall as she is, her body is actually kind of small in places — her mouth is small, her nasal passages are small (leading to sinus problems), and she’s *really* tight. Even though she’d come a few times, I wasn’t sure, especially since we haven’t had sex in maybe three or four months, that I’d make it in.

I made it in. It was difficult at first, but she was making happy noises, not pain noises, so I kept on going, and then suddenly a flush of wetness filled her and I was in to the hilt.

I got carpet burn on both knees, and kept slipping out of position, but still, I was fucking my wife, the woman I pledged to spend my life with (fun fact: our vows don’t say anything about “forsaking all others” because, hello, polyamory), and we were both loving it.

My wife has a few different types of orgasms, but when I’m on top or behind her, she only has two: the one where I can ride through it, and the one where her body contorts and tries to push me out. The first one she had was the latter type, but I’ve had years now to get used to it and I wasn’t letting her go no matter how hard she came.

She was quite gratified, to put it mildly.

After that first orgasm, I knew I wasn’t getting denied, so I decided to be bold. I put her legs up on my shoulders, slammed into her, and as the next orgasm came I urged her along: “come loud for me, baby. Come loud for Daddy.”

Nobody freak out, okay? We’ve been on/off DD/lg for most of our relationship. I know she wants it 24/7 (except when we have custody of my kid, of course), and I know the way to start her down the path is during sex.

And boy did she ever start. She came, loud enough that I’m sure our annoying, stompy, screamy upstairs neighbors heard it.

Twice.

I felt myself getting closer and I told her I needed to go get a condom — she’d been ovulating the night before, which was what knocked her out and had her sleeping on the couch while I went out with Lily — and in my haste ripped open two. I got it on, came back, and was right back inside.

This time, we came together, and afterward, after I wrapped the used condom in a napkin on the coffee table, I collapsed beside her on the floor.

It was, by far, the best sex I’d had with my wife in a very long time.

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We had lunch — all the sex took just long enough for the quiche to finish — and played a hand of Cribbage because I’m old. After, we got up from the table and I asked what she wanted to do next.

“I kind of wanted to make out with you some more.”

Well, all righty then.

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We kissed for a little while in the living room before going into the bedroom, where we stripped off our clothes in a rather businesslike fashion and got into bed. We joked around a little — which involved me shaking my ass, to her horror — before I moved in close, into her arms, and we started to kiss again.

And then she told me to stop holding back.

Now here’s where things started to get a little blurry for me. I don’t like to hold back; I like to let my inner sadist out to play as often and as intensely as I can. I was holding back because it had been a while and I didn’t want to overwhelm her. But she was telling me to go ahead, so I did.

There was biting. A lot of it. Her upper back and breasts are covered with bite marks, to the point that she put her hand over her right nipple and said “this one is closed for business.” I slapped her face several times while we kissed. I also took away her breath — I held her nose while I kissed her, or I covered her mouth and nose with my hand, or I just squeezed her throat (actually the sides of her neck; don’t put pressure on the trachea when you do breathplay unless you *really* know what you’re doing). I even had her get on top, grinding against me (and if I thought I was hard *before*), and then held her throat in both hands and made her take her hands off the bed so I was supporting her just by her throat.

She was in heaven. She came *all* the times. Eventually, I had her on her back, my finger inside her, my arm aching from fucking her with my finger or working over her g-spot as she came in stuttering, broken cries. I even managed to get two fingers into her (not an easy task) and got her off three more times before she said I had to stop.

And then I fucked her. No warning, just on her back and my cock deep inside her. She sucked my thumb and my fingers; I slapped her and pinched her nipples harder and harder. She came again, and then I bent her completely in half and sat up straight on my knees so that the head of my dragged along her g-spot with every thrust.

*That* orgasm pushed me completely out. But I was right back in, doing it again. I felt the onrushing sensation of my own orgasm, but I stayed inside her as long as I could, until she came once more, and then I pulled out, coming so hard all over her lower stomach that I swear I saw stars.

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Somehow my wife still wanted more. We both went to the bathroom and then came back to bed, and we kissed, more tenderly than before. But I was too tired to stay hard, and her body just didn’t respond like we wanted it to, so we decided that would be it. At least for the moment. Unfortunately when we tried again later that night my medication made me too tired.

But overall it was a wonderful day of sex with someone I love, and you can’t beat that.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6bk624/mf_but_we_also_fucked_consensual_bdsm_and_rough