A fun time with his wife upstairs [FM]

I’ve known him for quite some time, long before either of us knew our respective spouses. Though we never dated, there had been a few times when the stars had aligned and we’d come together to fuck like horny college students (which I suppose we were, some of the time).

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A couple summers ago, I was coming back to my hometown to visit. He offered to let me stay with him and his family so I didn’t have to make the drive all in one go. It was a hot summer day and I was wearing a blue tank top and brightly colored maxi skirt. The former showed off my ample cleavage, the latter my long legs and round ass. I finally made it to their house, having stopped for some vodka along the way.

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I came inside and hugged them, saying hi to the kids before he and I went into the basement to have a few drinks and catch up. We each plopped down on one side of the couch. His wife took the kids upstairs and started putting them to bed. His hand went up my skirt a moment later, fingers deftly pushing my panties to the side. He stroked my already wet slit. I always get wet around him. I can’t help it.

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He stood up and pulled his basketball shorts down, revealing an already hard cock. He straddled me and put it near my mouth. My eyes widened. “Are you sure?” I gasped, before he stuck his dick into my mouth. I moaned, sucking it for a too-brief moment. He pulled out and walked away for a moment, seemingly nervous that she might come downstairs.

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“Am I sure? I’m always sure,” he said, his eyes twinkling.

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We had another drink, reminiscing about old times, lovingly complaining about our significant others, and feeling the electricity in the air between us. He paused, and looked thoughtfully toward the stairs. “That’s the shower,” he said.

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I barely had a second to ask what he meant, and he was on top of me, kissing me hard. My hands wrapped around his strong body, my legs around his ass. His shorts came down and my skirt up. I don’t even know what he did with my panties it all happened so fast. His cock was inside me again for the first time in years. And it felt so good. Like a real homecoming. I moaned against his mouth as he pushed harder and harder into me. I tried to keep my squeals quiet. He broke the kiss and I moaned in his ear, “I want you in my ass.” (He’s the only one I’ve taken up there, and I missed it. A lot.)

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“Fuck,” he said, before cumming deep in my pussy. He looked at me and whispered, “I can see why your husband doesn’t last long” before standing up and adjusting himself. I straightened my skirt and tried to compose myself. Moments later, we heard her come out of the shower and into the kitchen right at the top of the stairs. “C’mon,” he said, and we walked up there to chat with her. I assumed it was so that we didn’t seem so suspicious, but let me tell you, it was so hot standing there chatting with his wife while his cum dripped slowly down my leg. Thank God I had a long skirt on.

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Next time, I’m definitely going to get him back in my ass.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9d32ed/a_fun_time_with_his_wife_upstairs_fm