[MF] Two Wild Nights, Two very different endings [Cheating] [Long]

So, recently discovered this sub and realized I could contribute with a few stories of my own. Obvious alt-account due to my main one being able to be traced back to me, and I really don’t want them to know what I do on my off time. This is a story of 2 nights in St. Louis that were both wild for very different reasons.

At the behest of those involved, the names have been changed. Out of respect for the readers, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred (or as best as I can remember).

So, to start this off, I wind up traveling quite a bit for work. I fly in, see how local management managed to screw things up, and get them on track if possible. This particular week had me in lovely St. Louis to try and find out why some numbers weren’t adding up. TL;DR, after a stressful week it was discovered some idiot was skimming to pay for a mistress. He’s dealt with, and after things are sorted out with management and local police, who say that i’ll have to come back in a month or so to deal with some court crap, I desperately need a drink before my flight back the next day. I ask the manager where the best place for a nice, quiet beer is and he gives me an address. The place is nice enough, kinda loud, but at this point my only requirement was that they had alcohol. I sit at the bar and am about to get some scotch when I see Jane at the other end. She seemed a bit down and happened to have an empty drink. To save you all some time, i’ll just describe her like this; a blonde India Summer with slightly bigger breasts. She seems like she’s in about as good of a mood as I am, so I move over next to her and ask the bartender for 2 more of what she had, which was apparently scotch, giving me an opening.

After chatting for a bit Jane tells me that for the last few months things with the husband were getting worse, and earlier today she found out why. Apparently her husband was sleeping around with a co-worker, the some one he was currently out of town with, so she dropped her 2 kids at a friends for a sleepover and came to drown her sorrows (she didn’t want the kids to see her drunk was what she said, but she clearly had something else on her mind). I do my best to cheer her up, tell her he’s an idiot for sleeping around when he’s married to a knockout like her. She blushes a bit and the flirting starts to pick up. After a few more drinks, things are really picking up, she reaches across the bar for something (maybe to get the bartender’s attention, maybe for the peanuts, don’t exactly remember) and she spills my drink in my lap. She acts apologetic, grabs a rag from behind the counter and starts to pat my pants dry. I should tell you now that I’m fairly well off down there, and between a grower and shower, i’m definitely a shower, and when she gets to my left thigh (Thank christ I dress to the left, you’ll find out later) she notices what i’m packing. Her face turns red, she looks like she’s going to run out of there embarrassed but instead says that she doesn’t want my slacks to stain, and offers to clean them at her house. I try and tell her that’s not necessary, but she grabs my now semi-hard cock through my pants and said she insisted. It was late, and we had both had a few so we got an uber back to her place, the whole time in the back she’s practically jacking me off through my pants. When the driver realizes what’s going on he tells us to knock it off or he’ll kick us out, but luckily a minute later we get to her place.

As soon we get through the door she pounces on me, knocking us back onto the door. The nights built-up tension finally reaching a breaking point, we start going at each other like 2 horny teenagers on prom night. After ripping my shirt off she gets down on her knees and undoes my belt, ripping my pants and boxers down in one sweep. My now rock hard cock springs back up and nearly hits her in the face, surprising her and causing her to giggle like a giddy school-girl. “Goddamn, I sure lucked out tonight, this thing is twice as big as my ex” she exclaims before taking half of me in her mouth. “Ex?” I ask as she proceeds to go to town on my cock. She pulls her mouth off long enough to get out “After tonight, I won’t be able to feel my husband even if I wanted to fuck him again” After a minute or 2 more I realize that we haven’t even moved from the entry way yet, so I pull her up onto her feet and tell her we should continue this somewhere else. She proceeds to grab my cock and guide me upstairs to her bedroom. She turns around and before says she needs a minute, and heads into the master bath after pushing me onto the bed. Less than a minute later she comes out, and before she can get out what she wanted to say I get up and knock her back on the bed, telling her “My Turn”.

I jump on her, kissing her, proceeding to make my way down. She sits up for a second and takes off her blouse and undoes her bra, revealing a very well hidden set of magnificent breasts. I play with them for a few minutes before continuing my trek south. When I reach the top of her skirt I unzip it and rip it off, revealing a black thong that had been soaked through at this point. I rip it off and go to work on her. She immediately moans and starts gyrating her hips, bucking up trying to get my tongue even deeper. After only a few minutes her moans pick up and she grabs the back of my head, trying to shove me down, and tells me not to stop. I get her even closer to orgasm and stop, pulling my head up and she moans, “Fucker, I was almost there”. I tell her not to worry, as the fun is only beginning. I make my way back up to her mouth and let her taste herself before leaning up and asking if she has any condoms. She says she is on the pill, not wanting any more kids after the first 2. I tease her a bit more with just the tip before she yells at me “Come on already, Fuck Me!”. I oblige and stick it in about half way and she screams loud enough a neighbor might have heard. No less than 10 thrusts and she’s there, cumming on what was only half of what I had, spasming like crazy. I gave her a bit to come down from that orgasmic bliss before leaned down, nibbled on her ear and told her “that was with me only going half way in”. She called Bullshit and told me to prove it. I grabbed her, rolled over so she was on top, and told her to see for herself. She rose up, got above my cock and guided it in with one hand. After sinking half way down she moaned loudly and looked down, and said “Shit, you weren’t kidding”. I then grab her hips and pull her down the rest of the way, causing her to scream loud enough to wake the dead (or at least the neighbors if she hadn’t already).

She begins to bounce up and down on my cock, and I reach up and get some more time with her breasts, squeezing them and playing with her nipples. After a while of this and at least 2 more orgasms for her she was getting tired, so I grabbed her hips spun us around. As if she was reading my mind, she turned over and stuck her ass up in the air, wagging it in front of me, waiting for me to get back in there.

I waste no time grabbing her ass and diving right back in there, this time bottoming out to begin with and causing her to get loud again. After a few minutes of this she’s about to cum again and for some reason I think to shove her face down into the pillow to keep her quiet. This apparently turns her on even more, she screams into the pillow and squirts all over the sheets. This shocked her because she apparently hadn’t done that since college, and never with her husband. This gets me going like crazy, and I plunge right back in not giving her a second to rest. After her soaking the sheets and me starting up again, I get close to cumming, finally, and looking back i’m shocked I didn’t cum sooner. I tell her i’m close and ask where to finish, she turns her head back says inside, reminding me she’s on the pill. A minute later I get there and pull her tight, bottoming out and in the process causing her to cum a final time, this time not letting her wiggle off of me and hold her tight, pumping with each additional spurt. We both collapse and lay there on the bed, panting, trying to catch our breaths. After a while she reaches down and scoops some cum out of her and tastes it, exclaiming “Damn, should have had you cum on my face, this tastes better than my scum husbands, and there’s so much more too” She reaches back down a few more times and gets as much as she could before excusing herself to go to the bathroom to clean up. She comes back to bed and falls asleep in my arms.

The next morning we get up and shower together, because i knew where that’d lead, and I had a flight to catch. After a minute of her grinding her ass on my cock I said fuck it, and shoved it back in for a morning quickie. After a few minutes up against the glass shower door (surprised it didn’t break) I tell her i’m close and she jumps down on her knees and strokes me off into her mouth, savoring every jet of cum as it hit the back of her throat. We get out and get dressed and she makes me a quick breakfast while we wait for the uber (I asked if she was hungry, she said she was full with a naughty wink). When the car got there we jumped in and this time just talked and exchanged numbers, she told me to let her know when i’d be back and she’d schedule a “Girls Night” with her friends. She gets in her car and goes to pick up her kids, I get in my rental and just barely make my flight home.

That’s the end of first night, and to be honest, all of the sexy stuff, as when I got back to St. Louis 5 weeks later things didn’t pan out nearly as well. During those 5 weeks though we were sexting back and forth, she had gotten quite naughty in anticipation of next time, even getting a butt plug to “practice”. I land on a Thursday evening and tell her i have crap to deal with in the morning, but after 5 I’m all her’s for the night, she replied back with a winkey face and told me she couldn’t wait. When I get done I text her, asking where to meet up, she says the bar from before, then she has a hotel room lined up “for us to trash”. I get to the bar, not many people there this time, and order a scotch. After a while I text her asking where she is, she replies there was some traffic, and she’s 5 minutes away.

Now, one of the few people there is a guy at the end of the bar who had obviously had a few before I got there, wearing a suit, obviously someone who had a bad day. When I replied with a previously taken pic of my dick along with the text “Come and get it”, what I didn’t notice was the drunk guys phone buzz right afterwards. He then came up and sat on my right, pulling his phone back out and calling a number I couldn’t see. My phone starts to ring and I notice it’s Jane, so I pick up and playfully ask “More traffic, or did you have to pull over and take care of yourself after that pic?” The guy next to me starts yelling at me, calling me a piece of shit before taking out a knife and stabbing me multiple times in the right thigh. I was in shock at this, so he got a few stabs in before I reacted and threw a punch, knocking him out of his stool. He got back up and lunged at me with the knife, but I managed to dodge it and catch his hand, breaking his wrist on the counter and getting to drop the knife. At this time the bartender has come around and tackles the guy, keeping him pinned before the cops arrived and haul the drunk guy away.

I know what you’re thinking, What the Fuck??? Well, it turns out that the guy was Jane’s Husband, he had found out what she was planning earlier in the week when she had some trouble with her computer. While he was fixing her computer, and she was apparently preoccupied with the kids, he something shocking. Apparently Jane had been planning all along that night 5 weeks ago to go out and pick up some poor bastard to come home and fuck her brains out, because apparently she set up 2 cameras in the bedroom and RECORDED that night. That bit at the beginning when she went into the bathroom before I ate her out, she was getting the remote and turning on the hidden cameras. She had gone through all that trouble, but didn’t think the husband would find the videos on her computer before she could hand him a DVD with divorce papers. So he went there with the intention of cutting my dick off, and apparently mistook a crease for my dick, and stabbed the wrong leg. After the police and paramedics arrive he’s taken away, and i’m taken and stitched up. One of the EMTs says i’m lucky the guy had a short blade, if it were longer it could have hit an artery. I only saw Jane again once, she came to the hospital and apologized for getting me in the middle of this. I was a bit angry (justifiably so, I almost lost my favorite appendage), but the painkillers had dulled that a bit, and we agreed to not see each other again, especially since she’d be getting that divorce now, and easily so now with him in jail and all. I did tell her to call me though if I needed to testify against him at any point, that’d be a pleasure.

So, that’s the story, the story of why I never even consider hitting on a married woman (again), even if she has a sob story for the ages about a shit marriage. I do have other stories if you guys liked this one, for instance a crazy birthday weekend in Vegas during the AVN expo (wasn’t planned that way, things just lined up that way), or moving into my new place trying out an old Robin Williams joke on a couple of Jehovah’s Witnesses.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7e7qyn/mf_two_wild_nights_two_very_different_endings