[MF] “I want you to fuck me. Right here, in this bathroom.” The time I fucked a married woman while her husband slept upstairs.

I met Alex (not her real name) a few months earlier while we were both in the hospital. Because we were on the same floor, we struck up a friendship and spoke about life, work, relationships we’d been in and occasionally, we flirted. We both knew the other was married so we never took it any further. I could sense that despite how happy she always tried to be, that there was some real sadness under it all. I never really let on what I suspected – I’d find out about it later on.

She was beautiful in so many ways. She had the kind of eyes you could get lost in. Big, endless shimmering pools that I’d spend hours just staring into. Her smile made me melt and no matter how bad my day was, just hearing her laugh made it all better. She was short, with brown hair, a pretty tight body and impossibly amazing legs. She always dressed well, smelled incredible and took good care of her physical appearance. I’d be lying if I didn’t think about what she looked like without clothes on.

I was discharged about a week before she was, and before I left, she gave me her email address and telephone number. We rode the elevator down to the main floor and I got out. I turned and said, “I’ll be in touch soon.” She smiled and said “I hope so.” As she said this, I noticed a twinkle in her eye and then the elevator door closed.

About two weeks later, I sent her a text to see how she was doing and she said she was back home again. I asked her if she wanted to get a coffee and catch up. She said yes and we made plans to meet up in a few days at a Starbucks nearby.

I was anxious to get out of the house that day so I left a little bit earlier than I had planned. I also wanted to see a little bit more of her. Truth be told, I missed talking to her. About 10 minutes after I arrived, I spotted her walking through the mall. It took everything I had to not stare.

She looked better than I had remembered. She was wearing tight blue jeans, a white shirt and these brown ankle high boots.

She walked up to me, gave me a long hug and a kiss on the cheek and we sat down. 

“It’s good to see you again, Alex. How are you?”

“I’m great. Feeling so much better about things. Let me grab a coffee and I’ll catch you up on everything.”

She set her bag down and went in to order a drink. She came back a few minutes later and we talked for about half an hour before I said “Let’s go for a walk.”

She picked up her coffee and her purse and we walked out. We found a few benches near a park and sat down. We talked for another hour as the sun went down.

Finally, I decided I should get going because it was getting late. I walked her back to her building, gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek and went home.

There’s **plenty** that happened between that night and the night I’m referring to in this post, but I’ll save those GW stories for another time – maybe.

About a month later, I get a text from Alex asking me if I can come out for a while. She tells me she needs to get out of the house and wants to get a drink. I say yes, have a quick shower and get dressed. 20 minutes later, I’m sitting at a table across from her. She suddenly grabs my hand under the table and I flinch. We’re surrounded by people and she says: “Don’t worry. No one will see. I just wanted to hold your hand and see you again.”

I relax a bit and before I know it, its 1am and we’ve been drinking steadily for the past 4 hours. We’re both pretty drunk and we know it. We end up going downstairs to the bar on the bottom floor and sitting at another table in the corner. At first, I’m sitting across from her but about 10 minutes later, we’re both sitting on the same side; first next to each other, then she in my lap. She can tell I’m hard and when she first sits in my lap, she smiles knowingly and winks at me. “What’s going on down there?”, she asks in a teasing, flirting kind of way.

“You know damn well what’s going on down there. You’ve been flirting with me all night. You know how much I love it when you do that.”

“It’s too bad we can’t do anything more right now. It’s getting late and we should both get home”, she said in a quiet voice.

“Well, we can go home, but I’m not letting you walk home alone. You’re too drunk and I don’t want to see you get hurt”, I said, stalling for time while I came up with a plan to keep her out for a little bit longer.

She smiled, knowing exactly what I was playing at.

We grabbed the bill and walked out, laughing our heads off at just how drunk we had managed to get.

We hit the intersection just north of her building and I offered to carry her across. “No way, you’re just as drunk as I am and you’ll drop me.”

I picked her up and fireman-carried her across the intersection, praying I wouldn’t stumble and drop her into the middle of the road.

Making it safely to the other side, I put her back on the ground and she gave me a quick kiss. We walked to the front door of her building and she walked in. I stopped, and she turned around and said, “Aren’t you coming in?”

I said, “Yeah, I’m coming.” I took a deep breath and walked in. We walked up to the common area of her building, which at 1:30am, is still being used by people who are reading or on their laptops. Fearing that someone will recognize us, I keep my distance and just whisper to her.

We walk out 5 minutes later and she’s standing by the elevators. At this point, I’m ready to call it a night, but I spot a bathroom.

I stop by the bathroom and I nod my head in the direction of the door. She giggles, bites her lip and says “No way.”

I decide I’m going to play with her for a minute. I smile and wink, and nod again. She looks behind her, leans against the wall and smiles. She looks over her shoulder again, then quickly walks towards me.

Bingo.

I open the door and we go in, and I lock the door behind her.

**=== wild going starts here ===**

The moment the door locked, all bets were off – as were our clothes. I kicked off my shoes, my jeans and my shirt, and by the time I looked up, Alex was almost completely naked, except for a black bra and a black thong.

I pulled her towards me and kissed her long and hard. Even though it had only been a day or two since we’d last kissed – not to mention all the flirting, the teasing, the intense makeout sessions, the late night sexting and early morning phone calls – everything was boiling over in a moment of sheer lust.

She pulled away, and for a moment, I was horrified that I had pushed her too far.

She looked at me and said:

“I want you to fuck me. Right here, in this bathroom.”

I looked at her for a second, ripped off my shirt and pulled down my boxers.

Holy fuck.

I’m standing in the public bathroom of Alex’s condo building. We’re both completely naked, drunk and ready do all the things we said we’d do to each other over text. I put down the lid of the toilet and tell her to sit down on it.

I pull down her underwear and slowly lick her pussy from bottom to top.

“Mmmm”, she says, while she repositions herself on the seat. “Keep doing that. Please keep doing that.”

I lick her up and down a few more times, intoxicated by her taste, her warmth, wanting more with every lick, feeling her hips start to grind up against my face as she gets more and more aroused.

Alex starts breathing heavily so I switch gears and gently flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, then trace small circles on it.

It’s been a while since she’s had sex, so I’m trying to be as gentle with her as I can – and I’m afraid someone might hear us.

She finally climaxes, her hands grabbing my hair nearly pulling it out and does this quiet whisper-screaming thing. After a good 30 seconds, she finally comes down enough and asks “Holy shit… Why are you so good at that?”

“Practice”, I said with a wink, as I wipe her off my face. Meanwhile, I’m praying that no one needs the bathroom because if they do, they might be on the other side of the door wondering why the door is locked and why they can hear a lot of panting.

My turn.

I pick her up and wrap her legs around me, and grab hold of her waist while I  put my cock inside her as push her up against the wall.

Even though she’s still pretty wet, she’s pretty tight and it takes a bit of effort to get inside her.

I start slowly to help her get used to my size but after a minute, she seems to be OK.

“Faster. I want you to fuck me faster and harder. Fuck me like I’m your wife. Fuck me how I want to be fucked.”

My mind is reeling right now. No one I’ve ever been with has spoken to me like this – and it’s only making me want her more. Alex and I have had some pretty intense conversations, but she’s never been so forthright about what she wants.

I start to pump a little faster to test the waters, feeling every inch go in and out, listening to her breath. I can feel both of us getting hotter and hotter.

I kiss her, tasting the saltiness of her sweat as it starts to run down her neck and I bite on her ear.

“Oh my god… that feels so fucking good. I love it when you fuck me like that”, she moans.

“I’ve been wanting you for so long. The moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you”, I replied. “You have no idea how often I thought about you, fantasized about you, dreamt of seeing you naked.”

“I’m yours forever”, she said. “I don’t ever want to do this with anyone else but you.”

Hearing her say that sends me careening towards the edge and she knew it. I could feel my cock start to pulsate and I knew I was getting close.

“Come for me, baby. I want you to come inside me right now.”

I stared into her eyes while I thrust into her, pleading for mercy, begging for her to keep thrusting back against me, hoping I could feel this way forever. Somehow, she understood what I was thinking, what I was silently begging for, and pushed her hips back up against mine.

Moments later, sweet release as I buried my face in her neck and screamed as quietly as I could.

I came harder than I had ever come before, and for good measure, thrust into her to empty everything I had left inside of me.

We slowed to a stop, panting heavily, staring at each other, wondering who would speak first, hoping this moment wouldn’t end.

**=== no more wild going after this ===**

It was 2am and I was completely spent, physically and mentally. I was still a bit intoxicated but very much aware of what had happened.

I grabbed a few towels from the dispenser and handed them to her so that she could clean herself up. I rinsed her off me and wiped myself down before getting dressed.

We stood there in the bathroom for a moment and then both of us laughed quietly.

“What the fuck just happened?”, I asked.

“I don’t know”, she said. “But it was exactly what I had hoped for. I’ve been needing this – needing you – for a while. I’m glad we did this.”

“Me too”, I said. “No regrets?”

“No regrets”, she replied.

I smiled, pulled her close and gave her a kiss.

I opened the door, looked out and saw no one standing there. I motioned for her to come out. She quickly walked to the elevator and I walked out the building to head back to my place.

We would hook up again multiple times throughout the summer, sometimes at her place, sometimes at mine, sometimes in her car, and once at 3am on a picnic table at the park around the corner from her condo.

Her home life degraded to a point where it became unbearable for her and she left to live in another city with friends. I never saw her again after she left.

She eventually got sick – very sick – and as far as I know, her illness was terminal.

I don’t know if she’s alive today, but I will always remember her for the vivacious, loving, happy, full-of-life woman she was.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9i4xqj/mf_i_want_you_to_fuck_me_right_here_in_this

3 comments

  1. It’s a really great story! I loved it. But, I’m sad about the finish. :-(

    As life is often a bitch, it comes and take away people that we care about. As you are, I don’t know if she’s still alive, but if she is, I hope she is not suffering.

    When was it? Is it a matter of months or years?

    And of course, I’m sure others will want it to, we want to have other stories about her.

    Thank you and great writing.

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