[MF] I still don’t even know his name

I’ve been wanting to explore my sexuality a bit more, but for the most part I’m pretty timid. There’s a little bit of being embarrassed, a little bit of being self conscious, but for the most part I’m a ‘good girl.’ I really am. There are a lot of things I think I would like to do, but I’m naturally hesitant. My husband knows this as well, which is why we’ve decided to try having him take the lead.

In short: I want to be a slut, but it’s hard for me to do on my own. My husband is helping me to fix that, and I’m going to tell you just how he did that last night.

“Remember the house party we had a few weeks back?” he asked the other night. We were in the living room, watching reruns of The Office.

“Of course,” I told him. How could I have forgotten? It was the first time I slept with another man.

No, backup. I’m trying to loosen up a bit, so let me rephrase that: it was the first time I let a stranger not only fuck me, but fuck me bare and fill my pussy up with his hot cum. I waited for him on our bed and when he came into our room, he slid my dress up my thighs and slid his hard cock inside me. Afterward he left and we rejoined the party, no one being any the wiser about the sticky load that was seeping out of my pussy. I wrote about that, and you can find that story in my post history.

“You liked that, right? Taking a stranger?”

“Mmhm,” I said. Just thinking about it was making me wet.

“I have an idea then. About how to help you make that happen again.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I’ll find someone for you. I’ll do all the work before hand to make sure that he’s clean, and then we’ll have him come over one night. But you’re going to wear a blind fold. You’re not going to see or know who is fucking you. After he’s done, he’s going to leave, and only then can you take your blind fold off.”

The idea got me really wet, even though I felt pretty unsure about the whole thing. Sure, I fucked a stranger a few weeks ago, but this somehow felt different. It felt slutty. *Perfect* I thought, shutting down that little ‘good girl’ voice inside which protested strenuously.

I’m going to skip the rest of the background to how it happened, because there’s a lot I don’t know. I don’t know who he was, or what he looked like. I don’t know if he was black, Asian, or white. About the only thing I can tell you is he had a thick cock.

We sent the kids off to his parent’s for the night. I wore a skirt again (because the easy access also feels super slutty), knee high socks, and a white tank top with no bra. There’s a picture of me in it in my post history somewhere you can find.

It was about nine o’clock when the doorbell rang. That was my queue to go upstairs to our bedroom and put on the blindfold. I did that while my husband answered the door, and waited. After a few minutes he came upstairs.

“You ready?” he asked. “He’s downstairs, but in a few minutes I’m going to leave and he’s going to come up.”

I nodded, told him I was. I had left my panties on, which were now soaked. I felt the damp fabric clinging wetly against my labia.

“One more thing,” he said, and pushed me further toward the middle of the bed.

“What?” I asked.

“Raise your hands above your head.”

I did so. Then he wrapped nylon cuffs around them. I couldn’t lower my hands at all.

“In a minute another man is going to come in here. Someone off the street. He’s going to find you cuffed to our bed like this, like a whore for anyone’s use. He’s not going to say anything to you. He’s not going to make love to you. He’s going to take his pants off, push your legs apart, and then he’s going to fuck your swollen pussy, and you’re going to take his cock bare. He’s going to take what he wants. When he’s finished he’ll cum inside you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Jesus I was so wet. My pussy throbbed. My head swam with the intensity of it, of needing to be fucked like the slut I wanted so badly to be.

My husband left, and after a minute, I heard the door open. It was real. It was really going to happen. That thought brought the nervous good girl back out.

*Maybe this is a bad idea,* I remember thinking, even as I rubbed my thighs together. *Do I really want to do this?* It was bad enough that I had already fucked one man that was not my husband, did I really want to do it again with someone I didn’t even know?

I heard his pants hit the floor. He walked up beside me, reached over, and began rubbing my nipples. He palmed a breast and reached between my legs with his other hand and began rubbing my pussy with the flat of his hand. I began to moan.

I don’t know why, but I didn’t expect what happened next.

I felt him climb on the bed next to me, grab the back of my head, and slip his cock into my mouth. I gagged, not having been ready for it. What surprised me the most was that I began to willingly suck his cock. Getting fucked is one thing, but going down on someone seemed a whole other level of slut.

He straddled me then, lifting himself over my chest. With one hand around the back of my head and the other on our head board, he began to face fuck me. I gagged on this stranger’s thick cock a few times, but I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t like it. I tried to remember the details of that moment because it was so wrong, so fucking hot. I remember that I started to moan for him as much as I could. I remember the grunts of pleasure he made as I was sucking him off, my head being pulled forward to take him. And I remember when he came in my mouth. I like giving my husband blow jobs but he doesn’t usually cum in my mouth because he almost always wants to finish in my pussy. But this man…this stranger…he came in my mouth, and I swallowed all of it. I sucked it even as he came, gripping his cock with my lips and squeezing every last drop out of him and into me.
After a moment he slid down on the bed and pushed my legs apart with his hands. He wasn’t done with me, not be a long shot. He pulled my panties aside and began licking me, from front to back, his tongue sliding over the entire length of my slit. A moan escaped me, this time not for his benefit, but because I couldn’t hold it in. With his thumb he began rubbing the nub of my clit while he continued to flick his tongue up and down, side to side. I wanted so badly to grab his head and push him down into me, but my hands were tied above my head. Instead I pushed my hips up into his face. No longer could I even think about keeping my voice down. I was moaning and breathing hard and right as I thought I was about to cum, he stopped.

I lay there, breathing heavily, the scent of his cock and his cum heavy in the air around me, the taste of it still in my throat. I began to calm down, ease back from the intense orgasm that had built.

That was when he grabbed behind my knees, lifted my legs apart even further, and slipped his cock inside me.

*This is it,* I thought. *You wanted to be a slut, well now you’re a slut.* As if swallowing this strange man’s load wasn’t enough.

If you read my last story, you’ll remember that I have a bit of a fetish for being bred. I certainly won’t be having any more children, but the idea of it almost always gets me instantly wet. I thought about this as he pushed his cock deeper inside me, deeper inside my eager womb.

*This man that is not your husband is going to fuck you bare and he’s going to cum inside you, empty his seed deep in your fertile pussy. You could get pregnant,* I thought, even though I couldn’t (I have an IUD).

I began moaning loudly in time with his thrusts. I don’t know how big he was, but he felt huge. It hurt a little to be stretched that wide, but my body soon acclimated. It knew how to take a cock, how to accept another man into it.

He put my feet against his chest and leaned into me, deeper than before, and began thrusting hard, and fast. We have a solid bed, not squeaky or anything, but the headboard began to knock against the wall. I can only imagine what it must have sounded like to my husband downstairs, my loud moaning, the headboard thumping against the wall.

“Oooohhhh,” I said, “yes, god, fuck, yes!” He was hitting that spot just right, and I knew I was about to cum.

“Cum in me,” I screamed. “Right now, cum with me!”

I wonder what that must have sounded like from down stairs.

I could feel the orgasm building within him, could feel him getting ready to once again empty himself inside me. Only this time he wouldn’t be ejaculating down my throat. This time he was going to shoot his sperm inside my gleefully willing pussy, which I knew to be swollen, throbbing, reddened. Just waiting for it.

He grunted a final time and pushed himself all the way inside me then held it there, held his cock in place as deep as it would go as he filled me up. I felt my pussy filling with the thick ropes of his semen. I came then, and I came *hard.* I moaned loud and gasped for breath as I rode the orgasm, felt his twitching cock emptying fully inside me. He put his mouth over mine then, slipped his tongue against mine, kissing me full on and abruptly silencing my moaning.

Then it was over. He pulled out of me, rubbed the shaft of his cock against my pussy, pushed it deep inside again. He left after that, never once saying a word. I still don’t even know his name.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/akeilk/mf_i_still_dont_even_know_his_name