[MF] [Real Story] [Husband & Wife] [Stiletto] That’s why they’re called “fuck me” heels.. ?

This happened one glorious day about a decade ago. About a year into our marriage, my (now late) wife, Anne, decided to buy a pair of 4″ red stiletto heels to add a feminine dimension to her mainly-tomboy wardrobe. She had a curvy figure, and ass and tits that looked awesome even under her usual full-dress, hijab and flat-shoes wear.

I got home late the night before, and had the next two days off.. which meant I woke up past my usual dawn hour. I shuffled into the kitchen naked looking for some water when Anne came up to me to say her goodbyes..

“You look.. different. Like, gorgeously different.”

She flipped up her long skirt to reveal her stilettos. My half-hard morning wood went back to full mast as she stood and twirled around to show off.

“I’m glad you approve,” she chuckled as she saw me. Then she saw me make a move towards the home phone. Dialing a number from memory, I called Anne’s boss and told her that she would be coming in late.. I made a bullshit excuse about her car not starting and that a roving mechanic was already on his way with a replacement battery.

I hung up after her acknowledgement, then turned around and pulled Anne’s layered skirt past her waist. Tying that in a loose knot, I next went down behind her, pulling her panties down as well.

I spent a long second admiring her ass and legs, dynamically tensioned by those stilettos. Out the corner of my eye, I saw her looking back at me, getting aroused at watching me already aroused from her sexiness on full display.

I scooted forward and spent the next few minutes eating her out. Her gasps turned to moans then into shouts as I attacked her clit, her pussy lips and her G-spot with my lips, tongue and fingers.. while my free hand slipped under her hijab to fondle her large boobs.

I kept the pace enough to hydrate myself on her juicy pussy until she begged me to let her go on to work after she took off her heels. I stood up and looked her in the eye.

“On the contrary, feel free to wear them often. Just remember my reaction to these, and plan for extra time when you do.” Which I then punctuated by shoving my turgid cock all the way up her open, wet pussy.

She just nodded dumbly, glad of my wholehearted approval right before her second orgasm hit her. I drove myself in and out of her, using my full six inches, screwing her so hard she dissolved in yet another orgasm.

We were working on our mutual finish when an evil idea hit me.

“Should’ve told your boss you’d be held up longer.” I told her between gasps.. Anne tends to rhythmically spasm on my length as she neared her orgasms, like her body was milking the cum out of me.

I pulled out, stood her straight, let her skirt drop, then kissed my way up her belly, between her tits, up her neck to land a hard one on her lips. We stood together, gasping in wanton need and revelling in each other’s scent.. her perfume and her pheromones drove me wild.

With a heavy heart and a stiff cock still wet and shiny from her cum, I kissed Anne goodbye and pushed her out the door. The stilettos stayed on.

I gave her about an hour before I sent her my wet cock photo. I’d taken it as soon as she left and had already showered when I sent it, but her reply photo made me wish I didn’t.. she’d gone to her office’s restroom, stripped, and took a photo of herself spread open. She was also a bit peeved when she found out I’d pulled off her panties before I sent her on.

“Thanks honey, now I’m gonna be wet to my knees all day,” read the caption appended to the picture.

I spent the rest of the day playing PC games and was feeling famished towards the evening, so I went out to eat and came back with some pizza and soda on a hunch.

I got home, put the pizza and soda in the kitchen, then went to the bedroom… to see my beloved wife already in bed, in nothing but those red stilettos, legs in the air spread wide open, a glazed look on her face as she desperately stuffed three fingers into her soaked pussy.

“Dafuq you waitin’ for, an invitation? Come on and fuck me, damnit! I want your cum in me, right now!”

Those were the words that came out her mouth.. absolutely wild from a devout Muslim woman with royal bloodline.

My heart went from 60 to 120 in three seconds flat, fully enjoying the sight of her so wanton as my clothes flew off.. but I was still cool enough to slap her pussy and tease her clit and slit with my hard cock.

“Honey. Stop. That. And. Fuck. Me. PLEASE.” she said between gritted teeth.

We lasted 5 minutes.. I was on top, slamming myself full-length inside her again and again.. she was orgasming almost from first penetration, letting the world know about her pleasure with both lungs.. her legs were wrapped tight above my waist as she fed her tits one after another into my mouth.. and finished kissing each other’s lips ravenously as I unloaded stream after pulsing stream of white hot cum down her steaming, throbbing, wet pussy.. triggering her final and most intense orgasm of the day.

As we settled into afterglow, we bumped gently against each other for a bit.. staring into each other’s eyes and saying volumes without uttering a word, as only soulmates could.

Then she excused herself to put away those stiletto heels, and gave me a final treat of her wobbling away on shaking knees.. as our mingled juices oozed out of her pussy.

She did have her revenge though.. she went ahead and demolished the pizza right afterwards. Left me just a slice and some garlic bread.. bless that woman. ??

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ogtqb/mf_real_story_husband_wife_stiletto_thats_why