[MF] The Ride

TL;DR Long-term friendship, ferocious fucking, pregnancy, and a wedding.

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Names and places have changed. This all started in early July.

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I met K through my ex probably 15 years ago or more. My ex and I used to have this informal firewall between us where we’d have “our” friends (normally couples), she’d have her peers, and I’d have mine. Certainly we’d know one another’s single friends but we were more acquaintances than anything else.

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This all changed for me about 10 years ago. My ex was dealing with some friend drama with one of her girlfriends, and K and I ended up spending the evening being forced to shoot the shit as my ex sorted her issues. Now I’ve always found K to be attractive. A 5’9″ brunette with an infectious personality and looks on top of that is not a bad thing… at all. But as my ex and I had sworn to monogamy I felt guilty that after several more 1 on 1 evenings with K over the years I found myself *highly* attracted to her. As you’ve also read in my other story here I have an openminded view of sex and sexuality, but with my ex we had stability and monogamy, but definitely never the boundless sexual energy I’d experienced both before we got together and after our relationship had ended. While I prided myself in being open to new sexual experiences I also prided myself in not being a playboy, a philanderer, while in a monogamous relationship.

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K and I started hanging out more often after our breakups. She’d been dating this guy for a couple of years and while she never seemed all that pleased about him, she stayed with him until she told me that she could no longer stand him. My ex and I broke up because reasons. Nobody cheated, there was no abuse or anything like that, but we just petered out. And then we broke up.

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K was the first to start talking about her sex life, and I’d say in graphic terms as she became more comfortable with me (I assume). I was highly secretive about my own activities, but after a couple of years of hanging out K was practically the only person who knew about the kinds of activities I enjoyed. She never said that she found my disclosures to be hot. Nor did she say that they disgusted her. She would always listen intently and sometimes laugh when I told her some of my more absurd stories.

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Until this all happened I’d never strategized about making the first move with K, because I didn’t think it would be well received. I’m completely different than the guys she’s dated, and certainly I’ve seen numerous men throw themselves at her over the years. So I was happy to have her as a friend and that it was entirely a zero pressure situation. I’d roll into her city for work, and if I ended up having late Friday meetings we’d have a couple of drinks and dinner afterwards. Sometimes we’d have a nightcap at her place, chat, and listen to music or watch a movie, and then I’d crash on her couch. While it’s true she’d tell me that I looked nice, and this frequently happened when I wore a suit, I didn’t view it as an invitation. My mom tells me that I look nice in a suit, and there’s nothing untoward there. I’d compliment K on her attire as well, but again, nothing to see there. Or so I’d thought.

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Shortly after my June tryst with a lovely couple I started to get sentimental and I did not know why. I scrolled through K’s pictures on social media but this time around my lust was consuming me. I simply could not get her out of my head. I shot her a text and she asked me if I’d be in town that Friday. I said that I would and we made plans. She asked if I’d be wearing a suit, and I said that I would. She ran a couple of outfits by me (this was nothing new) and finally asked “heels or flats?”. “Heels,” I wrote emphatically. “Oh, so you like heels, do you?” she wrote back. “Because I’m smart and I make good choices,” I wrote back. K followed up with a bunch of joyful looking emoji, and then said that she was looking forward to seeing me on Friday.

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K and I had a normal outing on Friday night, and went back to her place. We stood in her kitchen sipping wine, chatting, and laughing as we normally did. I was surprised when she disclosed that she’d been “hard up” recently, that she hadn’t met anyone, not even when she’d been out on one of her fishing expeditions. I asked her what she thought was amiss and that she lamented over having gained weight over the past few years. I want to stress that I have paunch, so I get it, but in her case I failed to see how one thing was connected to the other. K was an attractive woman by anyone’s standards, and in my case I find myself attracted to women who give off a “vibe,” or specifically that they have sexual confidence, shapes and sizes aside. (Couldn’t think of a better way to put that. SnS.)

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Now I’m not the type of guy who’s all like “awww, too bad” or anything like that. I simply listened to her, engaged her in conversation, and rolled with it. K would never go for that kind of false empathy anyways. What changed the tenor of our relationship happened with one simple statement from her.

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“I guess that maybe guys just don’t want to ride the waves,” she said, gesticulating at what she perceived were her problem spots.

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That’s when I let it slip. Bigly. “I’d take that ride,” I quipped. When I was done I got wide eyed, and was about to make a mea culpa when K cut me off.

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“I’d like that,” she said.

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We embraced, and I kissed her. The first kiss was so gentle and pleasant and we both pulled back like we’d experienced a jolt of electricity. Because we had. Mouths met mouths. Tongues met tongues. Next thing you know she’s straddling me over one of her kitchen chairs. We’re not using protection. We didn’t discuss it. We didn’t even think about it. We were in the heat of the moment. I told her that I was getting close, and she forced herself down on me and told me to cum. As the night rolled on we kept going. I’d bent her over her couch and took her again. Same thing on the rug in the living room, and in her bed.

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When morning rolled around I found that I was wearing nothing but one sock. She was wearing my dress shirt as she puttered around in the kitchen, and the trail of clothing from the night before littered the kitchen, dining room, and living room. We reconvened at my place on Saturday, and by Sunday night she was sad that she had to go home.

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About two months into this she told me that she was early stages, but she was certain that she was pregnant. While K had never wanted to get married, and never wanted children, and I myself had long ago lost faith of being a father someday, I was surprised and delighted when she told me that she wanted to go full term and to be a mom… I was equally surprised when she said that she’d had her eyes on me for years and that she was hoping for us to be able to continue our adventure. We literally just got married, and are trying to work out logistics for our new home life.

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We have talked about more adult activities in the future, and are both interested in swapping. Stay tuned. :-)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9khbv0/mf_the_ride