The wife and I recently took the Mojo Update questionnaire and it’s made our already-hot sex life even hotter. We’ve been talking about bringing in additional people and about a few other things that would really take our sex life to the next level. Before taking the test, we’d been having sex 2-3 times a week, now it’s 5-6 times a week, and we talk about all our dirty fantasies before, during, and after.
The first evening, we talked about fantasies for about 45 minutes after the kids went to bed, and we didn’t even make the bedroom. We fucked on the couch like a couple of teenagers, my hand clamped over her mouth so she wouldn’t wake the kids while I pounded my cock into her and told her I liked the thought of doing this while she was bound and had one of her friends sitting on her face. When her soaking wet pussy clamped down on my cock and she started bucking her hips up against me and whimpering into my hand, I fucking exploded.
That’ll give you an idea of where things have been.
Last week, we were at the end of a very long day. One of those ones where you just collapse in exhaustion. It was midnight, we’d both been up late working, and she came up to bed about five minutes after I did. I’d already had plans and had stashed the toys and the lube in a place that was easily accessible. She sat on the edge of the bed and hung her head, her back to me. I sat up behind her and started massaging her shoulders and upper back. She moaned quietly and told me how good it felt. I moved in and kissed the back of her neck, following it with a little bite. She moaned again and leaned back into me hard. My hands kept working from her shoulders, down her back to her hips, then around the front and further down. I let them slide down over the mound of her pussy, avoiding the lips, avoiding the clit, and then dragged my fingers back up the way they’d came, again, just hinting at where they could be, letting her think about it. “Fuck,” she whispered as my hands slid up her stomach, found her tits, and were gentle before I pinched her nipples and twisted hard. “Yesssssssss,” she moaned. “God, I like that.”
I worked my hands around to her back and up to her neck, massaging slowly and firmly. Then I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back, exposing her neck, which I began to kiss and bite. “Fuck,” she said again. “You’re making my pussy so fucking wet.”
“Good,” I murmured into her curve of her jaw. “Because I have plans for you.”
“You do? What plans?”
“Well, first, you’re wearing too much clothing.”
“We should do something about that.”
I agreed and peeled her shirt off. In my head, Mr. Burns said, “Release the hounds,” and I chuckled at the thought.
“Release the hounds?” she asked, her voice full of laughter.
“Release the hounds,” I confirmed.
“I feel like I’m wearing too much,” she said. She stood and started working her yoga pants off, arching her back and pushing her ass toward me, showing off. I spanked it hard, and she yelped then shot me a sly smile.
Once she was naked, I laid her back on the bed. Before too long, I had my face in her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth and working it with my tongue while my fingers found her g-spot and massaged it. I could feel her pussy swelling and getting wetter and wetter. “God, I need your cock,” she said.
“That’ll have to wait. We have things to do first.”
She made a frustrated little growl. I sat up and went for the toys, and while I did, she gently rubbed her clit. After the application of a bunch of lube, I started slowly working the butt plug into her ass. She swore a few times telling me how good it felt, and then I clicked the power button and it began to vibrate and she let out a louder moan. I gently worked it in and out of her ass, taking pleasure in her response. My fingers found her g-spot again and the curve at my knuckle was pressed against the buttplug, so my fingers vibrated while they massaged her spot. Once again, I brought her closer and then backed off, removing my fingers but leaving the plug in place, still vibrating.
Then I brought out the dildo — the big fucker, nine inches long and thick, one of her favorites — and I slowly worked it into her pussy, making her moan again, and her hips moved in time with the slow strokes of the dildo. “Faster,” she’d whisper. “Harder.”
And I’d deny her, maintaining a steady pace, plunging the toy in and out of her sopping wet pussy, making her feel every inch of it. Once I felt she was getting frustrated, I pulled out the *coup de grace*.
I turned up the speed of the vibrating plug in her ass, then began to move the dildo again, with my right hand, more forcefully, more rapidly. And then I took the Magic Wand, flipped it on to low, and jammed it into her clit. And that was when she lost the ability to speak anything other than profanity and hot, animalistic moans. Her hips bucked, she moaned louder and louder as I fucked her harder with the dildo. I never even had to put the wand on the high setting. She arched her back and screamed, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she came, and I kept going. For a good three minutes, she moaned and came, her body clenching and unclenching, until she collapsed on the bed, smiling like a velociraptor in a preschool. “Holy shit,” she whispered, as I took the wand away, and let the dildo slide out of her, soaked with her juices. Shut off the plug and gently removed it. “I’m going to need a minute.”
“Of course,” I said. “It’s not like we’re done yet.”
She tried to make for the bathroom, halfway there, she queefed. Loudly. We both laughed. When she came out, I was waiting for her with one of my ties. I looped it over her head and cinched it around her neck — tight, but not too tight — and used it to pull her to me. She looked up at me and bit her lower lip, and our mouths met. I whispered against her lips, “Follow me,” and led her to the bed by the tie.
“Hands and knees,” I told her.
“But I’m a good girl,” she said, coyly.
“Good girls do what they’re told,” I said. I spun her around, swatted her on the ass hard enough to make my hand sting, and pushed her forward onto the bed.
“Mmmm. But I like being a bad girl.”
I smacked her ass again, moved around the bed, and knelt in front of her, my half-hard cock at the level of her face. “Good. Then you’ll like sucking my cock.”
She wrapped her hand around it and looked up at me with a wicked smile. “Actually, I love sucking your cock,” and she wrapped her lips around the head of it while stroking me slowly. She took me deep down her throat, finding the point just before she’d gag, and then worked me in and out, stopping to swirl her tongue around the head, to lick my balls, moving more and more forcefully.
I grabbed her by the ponytail with my left hand, snatched the belt off my nightstand with my right, and I smacked her on the ass with it. “Slow down. You don’t get my cum just yet.”
She moaned, my cock deep in her mouth, sending vibrations up it. Controlling the pace, I fucked her mouth slowly, not getting too close to the point of exploding. I wanted to draw this out for both of us. She kept pausing to beg me to give her my cock, and each time she did, I’d smack her ass with the belt, making her whimper.
Finally, she said, “Please. Please fuck me, baby. I need that fucking cock in my pussy.”
Without a word, I flipped her over onto her back, put her legs up over my shoulders and jammed my cock into her pussy, gliding in deep. She moaned as I began to drive into her deep and slow, holding her down by the tie around her neck. I kept the pace in control, keeping my breathing calm, not wanting to go over the edge yet and wanting to keep dragging it out, making her crazy. I slipped it all the way out, leaving just the tip resting against her clit. She whimpered and bucked her hips up toward me. I moved away just enough to maintain contact with her clit, but far away enough to keep my cock from sliding back into her. “Is there something you want?” I asked.
She tried again, and again, I backed away. “Is there something you want?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she begged.
“You do?”
Silence.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to use me. Pound my pussy. Cum in me. Cum all over me. I don’t care. Just fuck me.”
I flipped her over onto her hands and knees and drove my cock into her sopping wet pussy and began to pound her hard. “God yes!” she yelled. “God yes! Use me! Use me!”
I kept pounding, harder and faster, holding the tie. Her pussy juices soaked my balls and my thighs, and I started back at spanking her ass with the belt. I could feel her pussy starting to clench up again. I let go of the tie and the belt, and grabbed her ass hard enough where I’d leave bruises where my fingertips dug in, and continued to pound away at her.
Facedown, between moans, she said, “You need to always fuck me just like this.”
“Next time I fuck you like this,” I told her, “I’m doing it with your face buried in the babysitter’s pussy.”
That did it. She went right over the edge, bucking her hips back into me and screaming into the pillow, and I exploded right along with her, my toes curling, my ab muscles cramping, as my balls drained.
“Fuck,” I said, collapsing next to her. We lay there smiling, too exhausted to move. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah,” she said. “So. The babysitter?”
“Yeah, that kinda surprised me too.”
“I think we should try to find a way to make it happen,” she said.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6pbllh/mf_from_a_dead_bedroom_to_this
I’m glad it worked out for you. Having sex 2 to 3 times a week, I would hardly call that a dead bedroom situation.
Last week, we were at the end of a very long day. One of those ones where you just collapse in exhaustion. It was midnight, we’d both been up late working, and she came up to bed about five minutes after I did. I’d already had plans and had stashed the toys and the lube in a place that was easily accessible. Beneath my PJ’s anbd sleepyTee? latex hotpants and matching bra.
She sat on the edge of the bed and hung her head, her back to me. I sat up behind her and started massaging her shoulders and upper back. She moaned quietly and told me how good it felt. I moved in and kissed the back of her neck, following it with a little bite. She moaned again and leaned back into me hard. My hands kept working from her shoulders, down her back to her hips, then around the front and further down.
I let them slide down over the mound of her pussy, avoiding the lips, avoiding the clit, and then dragged my fingers back up the way they’d came, again, just hinting at where they could be, letting her think about it. “Fuck,” she whispered as my hands slid up her stomach, found her tits, and were gentle before I pinched her nipples and twisted hard. “Yesssssssss,” she moaned. “God, I like that.”
I worked my hands around to her back and up to her neck, massaging slowly and firmly. Then I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back, exposing her neck, which I began to kiss and bite. “Fuck,” she said again. “You’re making my pussy so fucking wet.”
“Good,” I murmured into her curve of her jaw. “Because I have plans for you.”. I wondered if my own heat was as obvious.
“You do? What plans?” she said in an escaped whisper.
“Well, first, you’re wearing too much clothing.” I said, standing upright, legs apart, hands on hips. “We should do something about that.”
I peeled her shirt off.
“I do feel like I’m wearing too much,” she said, already submerged in the game we play. She stood and started working her yoga pants off, arching her back and pushing her ass toward me, showing off. I spanked it hard, and she yelped then shot me a sly smile. The red palm print already rising.
Once she was naked, I laid her back on the bed. Before too long, I had my face in her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth and working it with my tongue while my fingers found her g-spot and massaged it. I could feel her pussy swelling and getting wetter and wetter. “God, I need you,” she said.
“That’ll have to wait. We have things to do first.”
She made a frustrated little growl. I sat up and went for the toys, and while I did, she gently rubbed her clit. After the application of a bunch of lube, I started slowly working the butt plug into her ass.
She swore a few times telling me how good it felt, and then I clicked the power button and it began to vibrate and she let out a louder moan. I gently worked it in and out of her ass, taking pleasure in her response.
My fingers found her g-spot again and the curve at my knuckle was pressed against the buttplug, so my fingers vibrated while they massaged her spot. Once again, I brought her closer and then backed off, removing my fingers but leaving the plug in place, still vibrating.
Then I brought out the dildo — the big fucker, nine inches long and thick, one of her favorites — and I slowly worked the Monster into her pussy, making her moan again, loudly and unabashed. Her hips moved in time with the slow strokes of the dildo. “Faster,” she’d whisper. “Harder.” a mewl escapes as I see her toes curl and back arch further.
And I’d deny her, maintaining a steady pace, plunging the toy in and out of her sopping wet pussy, making her feel every inch of it. Once I felt she was getting frustrated, I pulled out the coup de grace.
I turned up the speed of the vibrating plug in her ass, then began to move the dildo again, with my right hand, more forcefully, more rapidly. And then I took the Magic Wand, flipped it on to low, and jammed it into her clit. And that was when she lost the ability to speak anything other than profanity and hot, animalistic moans. Her hips bucked, she moaned louder and louder as I fucked her harder with the dildo.
I never even had to put the wand on the high setting. She arched her back and screamed, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she came, and I kept going. For a good three minutes, she moaned and came, her body clenching and unclenching, until she collapsed on the bed, smiling like a velociraptor in a preschool. “Holy shit,” she whispered, as I took the wand away, and let the dildo slide out of her, soaked with her juices. Shut off the plug and gently removed it. “I’m going to need a minute.”
“Of course,” I said. “It’s not like we’re done yet.”
She tried to make for the bathroom, halfway there, staggering against the door jam. When she came out, I was waiting for her with latex on full display and leash and collar in hand. I fastened it around her neck, to zero resistance, — and used it to pull her to me. She looked up at me and bit her lower lip, and our mouths met. I whispered against her lips, “Follow me,” and led her to the bed by the leash.
“Hands and knees,” I told her.
“But I’m a good girl,” she said, coyly.
“Good girls do what they’re told,” I said. I spun her around, swatted her on the ass hard enough to make my hand sting, and pushed her forward onto the bed.
“Mmmm. But I like being a bad girl.”
I smacked her ass again, moved around the bed, and knelt in front of her, my latex clad pussy at the level of her face. “Good. Then you’ll like face fucking my cunt.” She grunted again at that.
She brought her hands up my thighs, their warmth almost matching my core. Her eyes were transfixed on the rubber skin completely covering my pussy, it’s thin transparency hiding nothing in sight or feel.
She looked up at mewicked smile. “Actually, I love eating your heaven,” and she wrapped her hands around to my ass whilst her mouth began it’s devouring. lightly at first and then harder and more persistent.
“Wait!” I took a step back. the fire in her eyes to please me and achieve nirvana was intoxicating to me. I stripped the hotpants off.
I grabbed her by the ponytail with my left hand, snatched the belt off the nightstand with my right, and I smacked her on the ass with it. “Slow down. You don’t get my cum just yet.”
She moaned, returned her mouth to my wetness. Returning to the patterns, the flicks, the pressure, the swipes. She knew me. But I was controlling the pace, I fucked her mouth slowly, not getting too close to the point of cumming. I wanted to draw this out for both of us. She kept pausing to beg me to give her my cum, and each time she did, I’d smack her ass with the belt, making her whimper.
Finally, she said, “Please. Please let me eat you. I need your cum on me.”
Without a word, I flipped her over onto her back on the bed and sat on her face.
I found the Monster and slowly worked it in and out of her, gliding in deep, withdrawing slowly. She moaned as I began to drive into her deep and slow, holding her down by the leash around her neck. I kept the pace in control, keeping my breathing calm, not wanting to go over the edge yet and wanting to keep dragging it out, making me crazy in the process. I slipped the dildo all the way out, leaving just the tip resting against her clit. She whimpered and bucked her hips up toward it. I moved away just enough to maintain contact with her clit, but far away enough to keep it from sliding back into her. “Is there something you want?” I asked.
She tried again, and again, I backed away. “Is there something you want?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she begged.
“You do?”
Silence.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to use me. Pound my pussy. Cum in me. Cum all over me. I don’t care. Just fuck me.”
I lowered my pussy back to her eager moutha drove that pick hugeness into her sopping wet pussy and began to pound her hard. “God yes!” she yelled. “God yes! Use me! Use me!”
God this felt fantastic. I was close. I pulled the leash hard, forcing her nose to push against my asshole as her tongue danced deeper and deeper, a hand had snaked around and was teasing my clit as she plunged for deeper juices.
I kept pounding the fake cock, harder and faster. Her pussy juices soaked it, and I started back at spanking her thighs with the belt. I could see her pussy starting to clench up again. I let go of the leash and the belt, and grabbed her tight hard enough where I’d leave bruises where my fingertips dug in, and continued to pound away at her. The way her tight little cunt spread around this huge, ridiculous, veined plastic cock.
Face burried, between moans, she said, “You need to always fuck me just like this.”
“Next time I fuck you like this,” I told her, “I’m doing it with your face buried in the babysitter’s pussy.”
That did it. She went right over the edge, bucking her hips back into me and screaming into the pillow, and I exploded right along with her, my toes curling, my ab muscles cramping, as my world exploded.
“Fuck,” I said, collapsing next to her. We lay there smiling, too exhausted to move. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah,” she said. “So. The babysitter?”
“Yeah, that kinda surprised me too.”
“I think we should try to find a way to make it happen,” she said.
Well, that perky nose would look adorable above a ballgag…