This happened about a month after [this particular episode] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7sjcfm/mf_real_story_husband_wife_college_public_and_a/).. feel free to read it and enjoy! ?
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Anne was into traditional folk dance in a big way.. her Asian girl-next-door looks hid a childhood spent with relatives trained in the ways of courtesans of old. She was also generous with that knowledge and had, by this time, trained a dance troupe in her college composed of junior students. She had also spread the word and secured performing gigs with colleges across the country.
It fell to me to help her out, mainly by being escort, gofer and occasional tough guy and advisor thanks to my martial arts background. We’d been recently married as well, and I shamelessly used that as a reason too.?
We’d arrived on time at the college that invited her team to perform as part of a multicultural event. We’d all had dinner and she’d briefed her team as to tomorrow’s itinerary, and while some of them were giving me looks and nudging and winking at Anne, hinting at their willingness to give us some time together.. she decided to give everyone an early night.
This being a Muslim country, men and women were given separate dormitory complexes to sleep in, with no consideration given to married couples. I was a bit frustrated, but took Anne’s cue and turned in.
I woke up at close to 3AM out of force of habit. I blindly groped around, grabbed my phone and sent a text message..
Me : *Whatcha doin’?*
Anne : *Lookin’ at the ceiling. You?*
Me : *Thinking of taking a walk. Wanna join me?*
Anne : *…. Sure.* ?
We dressed, and I set out to the women’s dormitory complex. I didn’t come across any campus guards and met Anne up at a first-floor student lounge, dimly lit by outside lights.
The cold (by tropical standards) night meant we sat cuddling each other as we talked, and we naturally touched and played with each other as we arranged for the next few days.
Anne was spooning against me, one hand playing my cock through my slacks, while mine were under her shirt caressing her curvy figure when we heard noises. We sat up straight in time to be confronted by the night guard.
“What are you kids up to?”
We were lucky. He was a man in his 50’s and correctly read our rather nonchalant attitude to his intrusion. We explained what we were about, and he listened instead of just calling the incident in.
“Got your proof of marriage with ya’ll?”
I shook my head, then nearly fell laughing as Anne produced her copy.. tucked away in her bra. The guard suppressed a chuckle as he checked the laminated card, still warm with her body heat.
Looking at me, he said, “My wife does that too. Women, eh?”
Handing Anne’s card back, he became serious. “Look, you really can’t be here.. I understand you’re both recently married and I’m not stopping you, but this is my job on the line here.The next guy comes around in 20 minutes or so, and if he catches ya’ll, it’ll be the Vice and Virtue Department people you’d be dealing with.. so you both have a good night, y’hear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Twenty minutes. No more.” He turned around and walked off, his head shaking.. no doubt remembering how it was being young and married..
Anne and I looked at each other, and fell on ourselves. No further words were exchanged or needed.. our hands were on each other, fondling and caressing.. we traded hard kisses.. and gave that sofa a hard workout.
We stopped after a few minutes, then inexplicably straightened ourselves out.
“Where’s your room? I’ll walk you to the door.”
“Alright,” Anne meekly replied, with a note of acute frustration.
Once at the door, we said our goodbyes. I turned to leave, then turned again.
“Honey?”
“Yes?”
I pushed the door. Anne stepped back, a little confused and a bit hopeful. Out the corner of my eye, I registered two double-bunk beds, and the three young college ladies who occupied them, one of whom was Moon (from the previous story – link above).
Our lips met in a kiss.. hotter and more passionate than the ones previous. Our clothes seemingly disappeared in a pile by her bed, and we were presently naked and horny for each other.
I grabbed at her comforter/duvet and got a surprise.. it was our shared duvet from home, a satin Playboy number I’d given her as part of her marriage dowry.
“Why this one?”
“It seems that I can’t sleep without something that smells of you lately.”
I lifted an eyebrow in reply, then spread the duvet on the floor.
“Right here?” Anne asked.
“Yeah. That looks like a creaky bed. You don’t want the others catching us doing that nudge-and-wink thing, eh?”
Anne grinned.. a cute smile turning shark-like as she got on her knees. It became a puzzled one as I pushed her down to all fours and turned into a gasp as I rammed my rock-hard six inches up her fortunately wet pussy to the hilt in one stroke. I reached and tossed her huggy pillow (also from home) just in time, as Anne used it to stifle her incipient orgasmic moans and shouts.
And for the next few minutes, we coupled like dogs by that bedside, *room door still open* and three ladies dead asleep and completely ignorant of their “senior sister” getting the fuck of her life (up to that time) not too many feet away. I was ferociously hammering my entire length in and out of Anne, hands alternating between holding onto her bucking hips and fondling her C-cup tits. All she could do was bury her head in her pillow and sing her aria of orgasmic pleasure as her sopping-wet pussy spasmed against my cock again and again.
I’d counted seven minutes elapsed when I felt that twitch in my balls.. I lightly smacked her round ass, and Anne turned around. Seeing my signal, she lay down with the pillow under her head, spread her legs wide open and gave me her come-hither stare. I spent a glorious moment looking at her sweat-sheened body, her wet gaping pussy and her cum trails on her thighs.
She lifted an eyebrow at me and mouthed, “Fuck. Me. Please.”
I gave Anne a corner of the duvet before lifting her legs up and plowing into her.. she particularly loved this position because of the deep, steady hammering of her O-spot, the feeling of my cock sliding up into her belly and the extra ease in using her pussy muscles to milk the cum out of me.
And that was what happened within a few more minutes.. I gasped quietly as I jetted white-hot cum again and again and again deep into her open, receptive pussy.. then pulled out and emptied the rest of my load all over her tits and belly.
The sight of me cumming all over her finished her off as her final orgasm hit her. That bit of duvet got a good chewing..
I knelt over her for a long five-count, then scooted and lifted her curvy, freshly decorated body up onto her bed. It creaked as I softly plunked her down, and we looked at each other.. me at her spooged figure bathed in orgasmic afterglow, and her at my trim, sweaty figure with half-hard cock still glistening with her own cum.
I finally broke lock, grabbed our clothes, used her panties to clean her up and put the satin duvet over her.
“Love you, honey,” she whispered.
I blew her a kiss then turned around and walked off, naked.
I walked all the way back to my assigned room that way.. missing the other night guard by minutes. Worse (or better, depending on your point of view), *Moon caught the last bit,
from her top-bunk vantage point.* She didn’t tell anyone else, but we treated her and her roommates to dinner just to be safe.. ???
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8duegb/mf_real_story_husband_wife_college_dramatic