Our hottest role-play [MF][married][cheating/hotwife fantasy]

This happened tonight. This is a real story. But first you need context, I’ve been with my wife for almost 20 years. We’re almost 40 and though we’re not the athletes we were in our 20s people would still call us hot. I’m 5’10 and 190. I’ve been told I look like Andrew Shue. We’ve been doing cross-fit for the last year and I’ve bulked up my always broad shoulders. I’ve got brown hair, big brown eyes and full lips. I look good for my age. I played soccer in high school, college and still play now and my wife loves my quads and ass the most.

My wife was a gymnast and a varsity cheerleader. She played soccer too. She was fierce and fast (although not too skilled back then). A blue eyed and blond girl, I told her when first dating that I’m sure she was masturbation material for most of the boys in her high school. She giggled and scoffed at the thought. She’s your innocent, girl next door who thinks of all guys as friends even when she strips at a high school party to her panties and bra and plays pool as a tease.

She’s 5’5 and 150 and curvy with a great juicy ass, beautiful breasts that were the highlight of Mardi Gras in her day (before we were together) and after thirteen years of marriage and beautiful children, they’re larger and fuller. Even though they hang a bit lower (I love them just the same) now she likes for me to lick and suck on them when she gets close to her orgasm. In our earlier years, she was too sensitive.

Our sex life started out very strong. We made love on the first date. The date started on Friday and we made out all weekend and ended up fucking by Monday night. I jumped on the bed in celebration. There were many great nights that were mind blowing; we’ve been together a long time. And we’re still raising kids. Nothing kills libido like babies. Babies mean no sleep. No sleep means tired mommy. Tired mommy means daddy’s shit out of luck. For years.

So we’ve been through our rough patches and I’ve put my head down, opened up my browser and handled my business like the loyal, loving husband I am. Our youngest is now four and we’re trying to get our bedroom connection back together. The problem is, over the years, we’ve drifted apart.

My porn habits and kink picked up. I constructed elaborate fantasies and built them up, step by step. Usually alone. I have years of pent up passion and desires. I have extensive fantasies I’ve pondered and some I’ve written down.

I’m ready to go kinky. The last two years, I’ve been trying to get her to join me on a sexual journey. I want her wild with ecstasy for me. I’ve shared my hot wife fantasies, my swinger fantasies, and my femdom fantasies with her. Let’s get into domination, submission, spanking, ass and role play. I’ve bought toys, dildos, lube, lingerie and erotica. We’ve watched porn together. She’s let me film us a few times. I’ve tried everything I can think of to convey to her how I’m looking to rekindle our passion but she’s pretty happy with fifteen minute missionary with some Sarah McLachlan in the background and a few lit candles. That’s not what I want. Her passion rarely raises on its own. She doesn’t lead and she’s a fickle follower. If I miss a step, she digs in her heels.

Sure, occasionally we’ll get kinky. The night she was ass down, face up was great and I have an image I’ll never forget. And our [first successful squirt session](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/2uh6mb/first_time_squirt_with_a_new_technique/) and every infrequent one since has been super hot. But those types of experiences are intermittent. She doesn’t like to talk about them. Befor or after. And when I’ve tried to talk about them, she shuts down and the conversation gets difficult.

“I don’t have the words” she says.

But not tonight. Tonight, we sent the kids off with the grandparents and we went on a dinner date. Her blue eyes shining in the late afternoon sun, fresh with the scent of petrichor from a summer pop-up shower that took the edge off the summer heat in the southeast with her now beautiful short hair accentuating her strong freckled shoulders with her mischievious eyes. She knows that after tonight that we won’t fuck again for another month. I leave tomorrow and life will keep us apart for another four weeks.

Here’s a pair of pictures of someone who, I swear when I first saw this image, that I wondered if she’d been cheating on me. The [ears are the same, the skin coloring is the same, the hair, the teeth, the lips, the cheek and neck look the same.](http://imgur.com/MXwi5sy) And another. [Her breast. Her ass. Her hips. Her collarbone. All of it.](http://imgur.com/NscaJsD) It wasn’t until some time later, after masturbating (many times) to the image and fantasy that it was her and she had cheated on me, that I finally showed her the image and told her my theory. She giggled. We had to compare freckle patterns on her shoulder to confirm it wasn’t her. And then we fucked. But now you have the right image in your head.

At dinner, we talked about mundane married things like upcoming trips, kids, friends, family and work. When we got home, after drinks and some mj, we walked outside on to our back porch. She had taken off her bra for comfort and I started fantasizing about how I was going to feel her up. She was still on mundane topics and my cock and balls began to tingle at the thought of pulling that dress up, ripping her panties off, bending her over and dropping to my knees to start licking her sweet spot. Instead, I played it cool.

I leaned on the railing and looked at into the backyard. She walked up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. She cuddled up to my back. I relaxed into it and reached behind me to run my hands up the sides of her thighs to her waist. I moaned in pleasure.

After a few moments where I let her know how good I was starting to feel, I turned around and asked her what’s she up for tonight. As usual, she demurred. “What do you have planned?” she asks me. “I made no plans tonight” I smile. We walked back inside. I asked her again. I was confident. She had no ideas. I rattled off possible fantasies while staring into her eyes: spanking, restraints, domination, teacher-student role play, ass play, face fucking, porn, making a video, etc. I could see her pupils embiggen.

“I would like to feel you come on my cock” I say. She doesn’t say no.

She chooses teacher-student role-play. God, she look gorgeous in her dress. It is a blue spaghetti strap flowy design about to her knee level. We tried teacher-student before with limited success. It consisted of her putting on cheap lingerie, giggling and fucking me straddle style. I ask her about motivations. What’s my name? “Johnson. Luke Johnson.” I ask her name. (There’s a long digression here that I skip.) “Lexy Jones.” Why are Lexy and Luke together? How old is Lexy? Okay, now Lexy’s a milf. Not student but mother of student and teacher and she wants to get pregnant. No, she is pregnant. (My wife’s favorite, hottest sex was our pregnancy sex; it might be her fetish.) “Why are they fucking?” “Lexy thinks he’s so hot.” “What about the husband?” “He’s dead.”

What?

The husband’s dead? She’s pregnant? He died a month ago and she’s ready to fuck the teacher? This isn’t working for me. I can’t work with that motivation.

What?

He’s a murderer? So now her husband is in jail and she’s jumping into bed and he’s only been locked up for a month or two. I can’t do this. This is a step too far. I see where your kink goes now.

We’re laughing to the point of tears. Okay, back up. He’s not dead. Does Lexy feel guilty? No. What about a spanking? No. Ass play? No.

Okayokayokay.

She’s a milf. Lexy has a student in Luke’s class but she’s going back to school to get her undergrad degree and he’s an english teacher “helping her with a paper.” She wants to fuck him because he’s hot. The husband doesn’t know.

I reach down, stare into her eyes and lean into a kiss. Her lips are soft and warm. We’ve been giggling. I’m inspired by our conversation and that things are going so well. I can tell her mouth waters as I reach up and hold her neck, raising my hands to her cheeks and pull her bodily into me. I work my fingers down to her shoulders as we continue to make out. I massage her shortly before my hands travel down her sides and cup her ass. I squeeze and massage and one hand makes it way to the front and under the dress. My hand covers her warm mound. Her hand finds my cock bulging against my pants. We’re rubbing one another.

She breaks the kiss. “My neck is uncomfortable; I want to be taller.” I pull her over to the kitchen stool and she’s on the first step, level with me, face to face. I lean in and kiss her again for a moment and run my hands under her dress grasping her thighs. We make out. I’m falling into her. She’s falling into me. We’re syncing. She sits on the counter. I break the kiss.

“Lexy, if you keep this up, I’m sure you can use these skills and get a good grade from your professor.” Now, she knows that the role-play is on but she’s still a rookie… or maybe she’s an excellent ingenue.

“What skills?” she replies.

I reach my right hand up through the bottom of the dress and lean down to kiss on her neck as I caress her breast and my fingers play across her erect nipple.

“**These** skills, Lexy. I love your breasts. These are guaranteed to get you what want. And guaranteed to get me what I want.”
“What’s that?”
“Inspiration.”
“I’m a writer, Mrs. Jones. Your body inspires me. I feel my passion swell. I feel eros consume. I’m tumescent. I feel heat flowing everywhere through my body when I consider yours.” I’m kissing her neck. Tonguing her collar bone, one of her favorite moves.

“You’re my muse” I continue.

“You’re my inspiration. You inspire me to create. I want to create. I want to create love with you. I want to create fucking. I want to create art. I want to create perfection. I want new heights. New depths. I want to create a baby inside you. I want life to spawn anew in your body. I want to fill you with seed and make your eyes roll back in your head as I worship you into creation.” She’s eating this up.

We get her panties off and make our way to the ottoman. She lays on her back and we continue to make out, hands searching everywhere.

“I want you to go down on me.”
“Why Lexy?!? That assertive tone will serve you well in your writing.”

I give her what she wants. Her dress is pushed all the way up, I’ve squatted down between her thighs. My actually average 5 and one half inch cock is out and full. She’s already soaking. My tongue goes to town searching for her little clit. My fingers rub her labia stretching and pulling them and teasing the entrance to her vagina. Her juices are getting spread everywhere.

She’s moaning and she looks down at me. We catch eyes. She pulls my hand to her breast. I see what she wants. Oh, she’s getting close. Her mons venerus and lips are swollen and red. She’s arching her back. I’m squeezing her tit and flicking that nipple, rubbing my fingers back and forth. I get more aggressive. She’s moaning. She’s bucking her hips as I’ve found her clit. I stick my lips and tongue on it like glue as my other hand finger fucks her, at first, fingers pull towards me (maybe she’ll squirt!) then circling back down to her posterior fornex.

“You getting close?” I ask.
“Yeah.”

Her juices are everywhere. She might be squirting a little bit there’s so much though it is hard to tell because the movement doesn’t stop. I’m finding every last nerve ending of her clit, down the sides of the walls, back to the top, while I suck on the head. Her stomach is pushed out and she’s gotten louder. She’s arching harder. I’m pulling and rubbing on her g-spot. I look up and realize that anyone can see us if they walk by our house. I can see straight out the front windows. She doesn’t care. I continue for another 20 seconds worshiping her sex. I stop.

She looks up. “What about your husband?” I ask with worry.
She giggles. “I want you.”
“You want my hot cock inside you filling you up?”
“Yes.”
“You want your sweet pussy squeezing my seed into your body to create new life?”
“Yes.”

I’m keeping it easy for her. I know what she wants so I ask the right questions.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to grab some things.” I haul ass into the bedroom and grab lube, cock rings and our new we-vibe. As I walk back into the living room with the rings on, her hand rubs her abdomen and makes its way down to her slick, hot pussy.

I’ve lubed up my fingers and join my hand massaging her labia as she massages her clit.

“Oh, Mrs. Jones. You’re grade A fuckable material.”

I climb on top of her and shove my dick against her pussy. I thrust and thrust getting the tip in as I start to harden. Once I stiffen enough, I start fucking her. Her warm pussy swallows my cock. I can feel all her labia rubbing against me and her clit is so swollen, I feel like I sink into a warm, welcoming valley with each thrust. Her sex surrounds me fully.

“You’re going to make an excellent, excellent grade with these skills. I can feel your lips grip me. This is excellent work.”

We’re staring into each others eyes.

“I could fuck you all day, my muse. Your husband doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?”
“No.”
“You like getting fucked by the teacher.”
“Yes.”
“You like getting fucked by another man.”
“Yes.”
“You deserve the very best.”

She’s reached for the we-vibe and turned it on.

“I want to turn over” she tells me.
I stand up and pull out.

“I want to fill you up from behind” I reply. She rolls over and presents her ass to me.

I love fucking her from behind and seeing her tight little ass. I grab some more lube and dump it on my cock. I put some on my fingers and cover the we-vibe as we insert it into her pussy together. I squat down and flex my ass and thighs and rub my cock across her lips. I thrust forward and start to force myself in her tight pussy. I slip and my cock rides between her cheeks as she moans and the we-vibe vibes. I spare a thought for her asshole. My cock hardens further from her noise and I guide myself into her. Her ass is in the air. I’m thrusting in and out of her tight pussy. I look up and see right out the front windows and into the cul-de-sac. The sun has yet to set and I’m in heaven.

I look down and see her lips grip my cock as it slides in and out. Her ass goose pimples with pleasure. Her asshole beckons. I slide my lubed thumb over it remembering her desires, press gently, and respect them. I tell her how I’m feeling.

“Lexy, my cock is swelling within you. I can feel the seed building. I see the goose pimples on your ass showing your pleasure. I’ve got my thumb on your ass, you’re so hot my little sexy, Lexy slut. I can feel your pussy clamp down on my dick. I’m not even moving any more. My cock in your husband’s pussy.”

I hold still, quads flexed as she opens her ass to me and clamps back down in a consistent rhythm.

“You’re slamming your cunt onto my cock and I can feel the damn is close to bursting. I can feel your walls flexing.”
“oh, oH, OH, OHOHOHSHIT. FFFFFFFUuuuuuucuccccccccccckkkkkkkk”
“Your pussy is going to milk me dry, I can feel you squeezing the come out.”

The we-vibe is on her clit. I’m flexed at a stand still. She’s moaning in pleasure. “nnngggHHHHYesss” she moans. My eyes squeeze shut as my concentration focuses on her tight walls milking.

“Oh fuck Lexy!!! Do you feel my hot come filling you up?…” My. cock. spasms. now. Her walls squeeze.
“…as you draw it right out Dear GOd UNNNNGHHH.” I moan. I spasm again. She moans. She feels it too. She continues to thrust. Her ass slams back into my crotch. I watch her ass cheeks flex. Her tight cunt rubbing on my cock. I keep moaning. She’s still going. I match her moan for moan. I match her breath for breath. She doesn’t stop. I don’t stop syncing with her until well after the last spasm has left my body and she seems satisfied.

I pull out and stand up and say “Game over.”

She giggles. We waddle to the shower together, laughing at our soreness. We clean up in the shower. She goes to bed.

I start planning our next fantasy.

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