A Tinder Tale pt 1 [MFM]

Evan showed up with flowers.  The were white lillies and went well with his solid blue suite and white dress shirt.

“You must be Evan.” I said with a smile.

“And you must be my date.” He said leaning forward.  Gently cupping a hand behind my neck, he planted a solid kiss.  He lingered just long enough that my body flushed.  I resisted a strong urge to part my lips.

Pulling back an inch with a smile he whispered, “You look stunning.”

Without an invitation, Evan walked past me an into the living room.  I stood for a moment holding the flowers and catching my breath.

What was I getting myself into?  A couple unplanned adventures with my husband’s brother and co-worker had evolved into a Tinder fantasy.  That fantasy had just walked into my house…and I already needed dry underpants.

“Hey, Evan.” I heard my husband say behind me in the living room.

Intros and dinner we’re a blurr.  I went through a bottle of whine myself.  As we finished desert, my husband turned to Evan and said, “We though we might kick back and watch a movie.”

“That sounds great.” Evan responded amicably before looking at me.  “Are you ready?”. My husband began walking into the living room.  I got the clear impression Evan wasn’t talking about the movie.

…

Now our living room has a two loveseats and a couple single chairs.  When I walked in an took one half of a love seat, my husband was in front of the television starting a movie.  

Ashe turned around, Evan walked in a took his place beside me, stretching his arms across the back of the seat.  My husband dimmed the lights and settled quietly into the next chair over.

I don’t remember what move played.

The next thing I do remember was Evan leaving over and whispering in my ear.  As I listened, I looked across at my husband watching us from the corner of his eye.

“You are a smoking hot woman.” I couldn’t help but smile.  “I gave went quite figured this whole thing out.”

Evan started lightly kissing my neck. “But I’ll tell you what I think and how I want this to happen and you feel free to correct me.  How’s that sound?”

I knodded silently.

Evan straightened a bit and looked at my husband.  “Hubby over there does a good job in the bedroom, but at some point you realized you enjoyed getting stretched by dominant men with thick cocks.”

He paused.

“Hubby over there gets off knowing that you’re satisfied, but hates that it’s not on his little pencil dick.  So, he bedrudgingly cucks himself to see you getting owned and humiliated.”

He paused again.

Evan then took a firm hold on my chin and turned my face to his.

“You’re a strong, smart woman who expects to get what she wants.  But in the end, you want a daddy to fuck you because when the pants come off, you’re a brainless little cock slut.”

He let go of my chin, our lips gently brushing.  “Is that right?”

There was a soft silence.  In the corner of my eye, I saw my husband still watching us.  I glanced at Evans lingering lips then into his controlling eyes.

I knodded.

Evan leaned back with a huge smile on his face.

“Buddy,” he started casting his gaze on my husband. “I can’t thank you enough for inviting me over.”

He looked at me expectantly.

I was suddenly panicked.  What did he want?  What did he expect?

I can’t explain what I did next.

Feeling like a sophomore cheerleader gain with my first varsity boyfriend, I cuddled under his arm before sliding a hand down his stomach and into his jeans.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7m8lme/a_tinder_tale_pt_1_mfm