Thanksgiving Stuffing [FM]

I know that updating stories are not everybody’s favorite thing; being forced to read 50 stories in order to jerk off because you somehow missed the first 49 installments is nobody’s idea of a good time. But if you are the type of person that enjoys the plots and characters in porn, it’s the burden that you bear. So for better or for worse, here is a [link] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ntuq0/fucking_my_married_coworker_fm) to the prequel to this story. For the lazy, I banged my married coworker (Kristen) that then moved away with her husband (Will) to go to grad school out of state. This happened back in May, and that is where our story begins. I hope you enjoy.

About two weeks after Kristen and Will had taken off north, I was a bit of a mess. I still texted her some but nowhere near how much I wanted to, and I could not say what I really wanted to say in case her husband was around. And to be honest I had no idea how exactly she felt about me. I was laying on the couch vaguely watching Parks and Rec while I was staring at my phone, waiting for her to send me a message. I was suddenly hit in the face by a flying pillow.

“Oof.” I grunted while whipping my head around to stare at Lauren. “The fuck was that for?”

“Look man, I know it sucks, but you’ve got to move on. You’ve been moping around the house for two weeks. It’s time for you to get out and do something.”

“Yeah you’re probably right. We should go out tonight and grab a drink with some people. Get my mind off of this.”

Lauren smiled and agreed. I had not told her what happened, but she had figured it out pretty quickly. She never judged me for it, and fully supported me when I was depressed after Kristen had left. Lauren was awesome and definitely pulled me through a pretty bleak period. I knew that she wanted me to feel better, but all I really wanted was Kristen. God it sucked. I had not realized until she left how much I really cared about her. While I was busy pitying myself, my phone started to ring. It was Kristen.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, how are you doing? I feel like it’s been forever since we’ve actually talked.” Kristen replied.

“I’m doing ok. Lauren wants to go out tonight, so we’ll probably do that. Other than that pretty much same old same old. How are things going up there? You guys settled in yet?”

“They’re going ok. Trying to get used to all of this before the semester starts and things get crazy and out of control. So I was thinking the other day that it would be cool if you got a snapchat so that we could talk more. I know that you don’t really do that sort of thing, but it would be easier for us to talk that way.” Kristen said, sort of trailing off at the end.

“Yeah, I suppose I could make a social media exception for you.” I said jokingly.

The rest of the conversation was just normal bullshitting between us, but we talked for nearly an hour before she told me that she had to go. As soon as I hung up the phone, I downloaded snapchat and found her name.

“Look who got snapchat.” I sent.

“Yay!!!!!!!!!!” was the response.

From that point forward, we were texting back and forth like we were 15. If there was 3 minutes in between responses, that was a long time. We were talking about anything and everything, posing questions to each other about life, the world, and everything. The conversation stayed pretty PG, but occasionally it would venture into some danger areas. She complained to me about some problems that she was having in her marriage including her husband not really looking for a job since they had moved, his incessant video game playing and lack of will to do anything else, and even their dead bedroom. I did my best to listen and be a place for her to vent without actively driving a wedge between her and her husband, but there was definitely a part of me that was sort of rooting for Will to fail. Shitty, I know, but it was how I felt. Then one night, we were talking and things took a bit of a turn.

“If you could pick out my clothes for a day, what would you have me wear?” was the questions she postured.

“Nothing ;) haha” was my immediate response. I thought that I was being clever, and while true, we had not really talked about anything overtly sexual since our indiscretion in the church parking lot at 3 am. I was watching my phone, waiting for her to reply, but there was nothing. “Fuck. Did I fuck this up? Shit.” was what was running through my head. I opened up snapchat and saw that she had opened the message and had simply not replied. I started crafting an apology message, trying to find the right words to say that it was a joke. While I was struggling with this, I get a message from Kristen.

“So you wouldn’t want to see me in this?” She sent. It was immediately followed by a boudoir picture of her in white lingerie. The picture was obviously professionally taken. It showed her sitting on a bed, leaning slightly back with her toes pointed. She was looking at the camera with a face that was begging the person looking at the picture to fuck her. The lingerie was lacey and I was able to see a bit of her dark brown nipple poking out. I nearly dropped my phone out of shock, and immediately felt myself getting hard.

“Fuck! What I wouldn’t give to have been in that room.” I responded.

“Oh yeah? What would you have done if you were there?” was the lightning fast reply.

I was unsure of how to respond. I felt like it was pretty obvious that she was interested in some sexting, but we had never done anything like that before and I didn’t want to take it too far and ruin everything. So I sat there staring at my screen, not typing anything, mulling over my options.

“Well?” She prompted, the message appearing on my screen under her last one.

“First I’d come up behind you and wrap my arms around your beautiful waist. I’d push your hair to the side and them start kissing your neck. Then I would start kissing down your shoulder and start massaging your breasts and playing with your nipples.”

I sent it and waited to see how she would react. I didn’t have to wait long. “Mmmm. I’d love that. What next?”

Emboldened by her, I started to become more graphic with my texts. “I would reach down and feel your wet pussy. I’d push you on your back and pull your panties to the side while I start to eat you out. I’d make you moan as I licked your clit and would begin fingering your soaked slit.”

“Oh fuck. Keep going.”

“After you came I would take my dick out and trace your lips with the head of my cock. I’d make you beg for it. What do you want?”

“I want you to fill me up. Stick your cock in me.”

“Just when you thought I would never actually fuck you, I’d shove my cock inside of you. I would start fucking you as hard as I could while rubbing your clit. Is that what you want? You want me to fuck the shit out of you?”

“Yes. Yes. Fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to fill me up.”

At this point, I am actively jacking off imagining the situation playing out in reality.

“I’m so close to cumming.” I wrote.

“If we were together I’d let you finish anywhere you wanted. Would you want to cum on my tits? Or my face? Or inside me?”

The image of me cumming on her face was too much for me to handle, and I erupted like Mount St. Helen.

“Holy shit. I just came so fucking hard.” I sent after cleaning up a bit.

Kristen sent me a picture of her hand that was drenched in her cum. “So did I” was the caption.

Our conversation waned a bit for the night, but we talked until nearly 5 am. The following days were filled with us talking, but it was back to the PG and general life stuff that we had started with. I wrote it off as a one time thing and didn’t push my luck any further. As the semester started for her, our conversation dropped off from talking literally all day every day, to consistent but with longer gaps, to a few times a day. She still called me every now and again to chat, but not with the same frequency that we used to. She was busy with school, her husband had gotten a job, and it felt like she was pulling away from me. It wasn’t until she made a comment about how we should keep everything from here on out platonic that I realized that I had an unhealthy amount of affection for her. I hated it and tried to fight it, but getting over someone that you really and truly connect with on so many levels is fucking hard. But it became more and more clear that it was time for me to move on. Then I got a message from Kristen.

“Hey, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?” She asked me.

“Idk. Probably just go over to Lauren’s parents place. Watch some football. Nothing too exciting.” I replied. “Why?”

“Well we are going to be coming into town and I thought that we could get the old gang back together and I could see everyone again. I have the whole week off of classes, so I’m flying down on Sunday and leaving on Saturday. Will can’t get the whole week off, so he’s flying down on Wednesday and we’re flying back together.”

“Oh cool. Yeah we can totally do that. I took that whole week off too, so we can hang out a few times if you want. Where are you staying?”

“When Will gets here, with his parents, but I booked an Airbnb for the first few nights.”

“Awesome, well I guess I’ll see you in a month or so.”

“Yup. See you then.”

And just like that, all of the feelings were back and stronger than ever. I wanted nothing more than to spend those three days with her doing nothing but fucking like rabbits. I knew that we had already had that conversation though, so I was ready to hang out as friends and nothing more. November sped by faster that I thought possible, and soon it was the week of Thanksgiving. Kristen was flying in that day, and she had said that she was going to be tired from traveling, so we could take it easy and play some board games. It was me, Kristen, Lauren, and two of our other friends Sean, and Oscar. We played until it was pretty late and everyone was crashing. We all said our goodbyes and made plans to meet up at a bar the next night.

I was woken up by my phone ringing at 10 am. I groggily picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey!” I was greeted by the voice of Kristen. “Whatcha doing? Do you want to hang out?”

“Yeah, sure. I just woke up, but I’m down to hang out once I get showered and whatnot. What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking about coming over and making some eggs benedict with you if you are hungry.”

“That sounds awesome. I have to shower and walk the dog, but if you swing by in 45 minutes or so we can start then.” I told her.

“Too late. I’m already on my way over. See you in 10.”

And then she hung up the phone. So many things were running through my head, but the first was fuck my breath tastes awful. I jumped out of bed and brushed my teeth while letting the shower warm up. I then ran through the shower as fast as I could. Just as I was finishing pulling on my pants, I heard a knock at the door. I walked over and let Kristen in. She set the groceries down and gave me a huge hug. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight, not wanting the moment to end. She eventually let go, and said, “Ready to get started?”

I nodded and we moved all of the ingredients to the kitchen. We were talking like it was old times and nothing had changed while I prepared the hollandaise and she fried the canadian bacon. I was slightly in her way, so she bumped me with her butt to get me to move. I laughed and gave her a playful shove and she smiled at me. We continued to cook, but in a closer proximity. There was more “accidental” touching of each other’s arms and hands. When the meal was finally ready, we sat at the table and ate, but we were tapping each other’s feet under the table. When we were done we slid over to the couch and turned on Chopped for some background noise. Kristen inched her way over to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I reached around and put my arm around her. We did not say a word, but I started to breathe heavier and my heart started to beat faster. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but I knew that I shouldn’t. I was so torn; I wanted to be a good guy and leave everything in my fantasies, but I also wanted to fuck her brains out.

After all of the internal wrestling, I made a choice. Not the morally correct choice, but seeing the sub we are on, I think that we all knew that from the start. I leaned down my head and gently kissed her forehead. Kristen looked up at me, opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it when I kissed her again, this time on her cheek. Our mouths met and I felt her tongue snake into my mouth. My heart was beating insanely fast. I’m not sure as to why, but I was way more nervous this time than I was 5 months ago. But my nervousness was no match for my insane horniness. My hand made its way under her shirt, grabbing her tit over the bra cup. My other hand started to pull her shirt up, making an awkward attempt to remove it completely. Kristen pushed my hand away.

“Not here.” She said. She then stood up and took me by the hand, leading me to my own bedroom. I shut the door to keep the dog out and turned around to see Kristen sitting beautifully on the bed. She was wearing faded skinny jeans and a tie dyed t-shirt, but in that moment, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. I walked the three steps to the bed and this time pulled her shirt off with no resistance. Underneath she had on a plain dark blue bra that was slightly askew from my earlier actions.

I pushed her gently down on the bed and kissed her, wanting to savor every moment. I pulled her small tits out of her bra, nibbling and sucking on each nipple. I started kissing down her stomach, then dragged my tongue up her stomach, ending up on her nipples again. Kristen reached over and pulled off my shirt, then unbuttoned my pants, throwing both on the floor. I stripped her pants off as well, pulling her underwear off with them. I took a moment to stare at her perfect naked body. Her flawlessly shaved pussy, her dark brown and rock hard nipples, the curve of her hips, her wistful smile. I loved it all. I climbed between her legs and spread them, watching her drenched labia hold together as long as they could before they opened for me. I slowly kissed her thighs on either side, working my way towards the crown jewel. She whimpered in anticipation, attempting to pull my head to her wetness, but I resisted. I took a finger and brushed her pussy with it, but never inserted in. I could tell the wait was killing Kristen.

“Please…” She said in almost a whisper.

“Please what? Do you not like this?” I answered with a smirk.

“Ugh. You know what I want.” Kristen begged.

I did know what she wanted. I finally relented and began to lick her clit. As my tongue finally descended into her pussy, I could taste and feel that she was absolutely drenched in her own juices. I pushed a finger into her, but she swallowed it like it was nothing prompting me to put two inside her. Her moans of ecstasy filled the room as I continued to lap at her. I began moving my fingers faster and faster inside of her, and her legs clamped around my ears as Kristen climaxed. I pulled my face away from her loins covered in her cum. I pulled down my boxers releasing my throbbing erection. Kristen stared at it and took it in her hand. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs, inviting me to ravish her. I guided my dick into her pussy, not meeting any resistance due to how wet she was. I thrust all the way inside of her while she exclaimed in pleasure.

“Oh God. You make me feel so full. Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can.”

So I did. I took hold of her hips and fucked her as if my life depended on it. She grabbed her tits and played with her clit, but mostly she grabbed onto the comforter and moaned. I rested my hand on her throat, lightly choking her and driving her wild. I pulled myself out of her and sat down on the bed. Kristen climbed on top of me and maneuvered me inside of her. She slowly rode me, and kissed me as she did so. At that moment, it was magical. I felt like all of my problems were washed away and the only things in the world were us. She continued to grind her hips on me and milk my cock. She rested her forehead on mine as we took a small breather, still with me inside of her.

“How do you want me?” Kristen asked.

“Let’s try doggy, yeah?”

“I could be convinced.” She said coyly.

Kristen stood up and bent over the side of my bed and wagged her ass playfully. I came up behind her and starting thrusting into her hard and fast. I was greeted with her moans and I continued to pound her hard. I could feel her pussy squeezing my dick and I knew that I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Fuck. I’m going to cum.” I panted.

“Do you still want to cum on my face?” She asked.

“Oh my God, yes.”

I pushed inside of her a few more times and pulled out. Kristen turned around, got on her knees, and grabbed my cock, jacking me off until I blew my load. The first two shots hit her forehead and nose, then she milked the rest of it out all over her cheeks. I stared down at the cum covered beauty at my feet. I helped her up and then sat her on the bed again. I spread her legs again.

“One for the road?” I asked coyly.

I then dove between her legs and began eating her out again. It surprised her, but she quickly gave in, letting the pleasure wash over her. It wasn’t long before Kristen was cumming again with my fingers inside of her and my tongue on her clit.

“Oh my God. I haven’t cum like that in a long time. I’m going to go clean up.”

Kristen got up and went to the bathroom. I got dressed, and soon after, we were both clothed and sitting on the couch.

“So, what does this mean for us?” I asked awkwardly.

Kristen looked at me blankly. “I honestly don’t know. I’m still with Will, and right now with school and the stress from the program, I can’t really even evaluate anything. Obviously I like you and have deep feelings for you, but I don’t know exactly how to balance it. Can we sort of go back to just talking like friends until things calm down a bit in my life?”

“Yeah. I understand. We can do that.” I said, a bit disappointed, but not surprised.

We hung out the rest of the day and the following day as well. I did not see Will when he came into town, and they left on Saturday. We’ve talked a little since then, but it looks like it is back to the way it was. I have decided that I can’t wait around for her to make this decision and I have to move on, even though it really sucks. Anyways that’s the story, and barring anything nuts, that is most likely the end of it. Thanks for reading.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a0v7p9/thanksgiving_stuffing_fm