[MF] Wet Dining

I (20m at the time) was hanging with my ex (19f at the time, we’ll call her Lauren in this story) at her house when things got hot and heavy. We were watching tv in the living room; her parents and her younger sister had gone food shopping so we were alone with the exception of her pets. Lauren gets up and goes to the kitchen to grab some snacks. I’m sitting watching the tube when I hear my name being called out. I walked over to the kitchen and Lauren is standing there in a sultry pose.

Now the kitchen is right off the side of the home’s deck and it hosts the main door used. The doors are large and with the help of some bay windows, a lot of the kitchen is exposed to the yard, driveway and street. Lauren knew that, but she started to slowly strip off her clothes nonetheless. I was a stud back then- so ofcourse I’m all excited and ready to go, but I was terrified of getting caught by her parents or neighbors. I voiced my concern but she simply smiled and continued stripping. She told me that she was positive that they’d be gone for hours. She came up to me and helped me take my clothes off and it all fell into place from there.

I went feral. I put her up on he kitchen counter and ate her out until she came. I then started fucking her hard. We danced all across the kitchen for a solid half-hour. She squirted when I had her pinned to the fridge and as I was fucking her on the kitchen table, she gushed out yet again, making a bigger mess on the table and floor. I got on my knees and I’m licking the squirt off of her trembling legs where I hear it- a car door.

I look up and sure enough Lauren’s parents and sister are unloading groceries from the car. My heart jumped to my throat. Lauren jumped from the table and ran quickly to the stairs then up to her room. Alone at the crime scene, I desperately pick up all the clothes (Lauren’s included) and used my underwear and wife beater to clean up the squirt on the floor. I race to the living room as I see them walking across the lawn. I throw my clothes on as fast as I can, stuff her clothes under the couch cushions and jump onto the couch and act like I was chilling the whole time. My heart was racing.

Some time later I’ve helped them with the groceries and Lauren is back downstairs dressed and acting like nothing happened. Things are going smoothly when her little sister loudly complains of someone spilling water on the table. I turn and to my horror I see her wiping her sister’s squirt off of the table. I quietly helped her and avoided Lauren’s eyes.

We sat down that night for dinner at that table. All I could think about was how close of all call we had, and I laughed internally that her family were sitting in the filth Lauren and I had created.

I distinctly remember one of the cats lapping up a small puddle I may have missed…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ag8i3u/mf_wet_dining