[MF] So I started screwing a married woman I met on tinder…

Bri is a “hot wife.” At least she wants to be. That’s the goal.

But the reality is that Bri is a beautiful, Latina trophy wife in her early thirties with a couple of kids and an older husband who can’t or won’t give her what she needs in bed. His idea of being “dominant” in bed is the missionary position. His idea of dirty talk is using the word “fuck” instead of asking to have sex.

And so she cheated on him. The first time several years ago when she still worked. It was an ongoing affair with her boss. And she got caught. They worked it out. And she didn’t cheat again. At least not until recently.

She stopped working a while back. Her days are filled with shuttling the kids around, working out with a personal trainer, and tennis at the country club with the other wives. She goes to the spa regularly and has a masseuse. And that’s who she cheated with a few months back. But it didn’t amount to much. Some inappropriate touching. Some dirty talk. She arranged to meet him at a hotel and backed out at the last minute. Then she confessed to her husband.

This led to a talk about her being tempted and him not satisfying her needs. And he was the one who suggested the “hot wife” option. Maybe it had always been his fantasy to be a cuck. Everything I know about her past came from my conversations with her, but I avoided asking too much about her marriage and family and she definitely didn’t offer.

He gave her a set of rules. It had to happen on her own time–not when she should be with her family. She couldn’t have an ongoing affair because he didn’t want her to get attached to anyone. And he wanted two pictures each time. One of the guy’s hand on her tits and the other of her spread legs before she’s penetrated.

I asked her if he ever wanted details or got off hearing about it. Or if she got off telling him and they fucked later. But she avoided those questions.

The first guy she fucked was a friend from the country club’s kid. A meathead in his early twenties who’d flunked out of college. The first time he ate her pussy and fucked her a couple of times. The second time he seemed to be in a hurry, fucked her rough, came quick, and left her high and dry. She stopped responding to his texts after that.

The second guy was a flirty guy who worked at the country club and turned out to be all talk. When they got a room in the middle of the day he showed up with sweaty palms and performance anxiety. He couldn’t even get it up.

That’s when she turned to dating apps. The third guy she fucked was me.

It was obvious she wanted a different experience then she got at home. She wanted to be told what to do. She wanted to be used. The 21 had fucked her rough, but not in a way she enjoyed. Bri hadn’t had great, hard sex since before she met her husband in early twenties. She didn’t have any sex toys. She’d never been tied up. She’d never had anal sex. And the last time she’d been spanked was in her college days. It’s not like she wanted anything kinky. Just sex that wasn’t mundane.

Most women are cautious on dating apps. Either they’ve been burned or catfished or they know someone who has. Bri was almost naive. Luckily I wasn’t looking to exploit her. She was texting me nudes after a couple of days. At first she didn’t include her face. But the more worked up I got her the more she was willing to reveal. Within a few days she was stripping on command and sending me pics.

A more experienced woman would have asked to meet somewhere in public. Just to make sure everything was OK. But I had her so worked up that we skipped that step. Her original idea was to come over during the day for a couple of hours before she had to pick up her kids. I told her that wasn’t worth my time. I easily talked her up to a four hour interval. And I kept pushing her from there. I’d send her dirty texts and leave her filthy emails. She was dying to meet. By the time it actually happened–less than two weeks after we’d first connected–I’d convinced her to come over in the evening and tell her husband not to wait up.

I made her text me outfits she might wear. Not just descriptions of pictures laid out on the bed. She had to dress and show me. I told her to wear her long dark hair up and off her neck. She was told to wear new, sexy underwear and bring something silky to wear around my house after we’d fucked. She obeyed without question. She was totally hooked on a man who knew what he wanted.

For a woman without much experience, she wasn’t shy. She was obviously nervous. But she didn’t hesitate when I opened the door and led her to the bedroom. The room was lit with only a lamp. Dark enough to sexy. But light enough to me to see. I sat on the foot of the bed and instructed her to stand a few feet in front of me. I buttoned my shirt.

Her nerves started to show a bit. She shifted her weight from foot to foot and held her bag nervously. I told her to put it down.

She was wearing a tight black skirt that hugged her ass. The woman spent at least 15 hours a week with a personal trainer. Plus all the tennis. Her body was tight.

Her top was blue, collarless, and silk. It dipped between her small, firm tits. I told her to unbutton it slowly. She folded it over the arm of a chair in the corner. I told her to leave the skirt over there, too. She unzipped it at the hip and slowly slide it over her muscular ass. Her lacy black panties and garter belt got pulled down a bit. She carefully removed the skirt over her heels and returned to the foot of the bed.

Her bra was black lace with a clasp in the front.

“Get on your knees,” I told her.

She obeyed. I stood up and unfastened my belt. I took my time removing my shoes, socks, slacks, and underwear. My cock was semi-hard. She watched from her knees.

I returned to the bed a few feet away from her. I told her to unclap her bra. She did. Her beautiful tits and hard brown nipples caused my dick to get harder.

“Touch your pussy,” I said.

She rubbed herself over her panties. I told her to slide her hand inside. To get herself worked up. To make me hard.

She put her hand in her panties. She moaned softly. She closed her eyes. She moaned louder.

I stook up.

“I want to hear you,” I said. “Convince me you need my cock.”

She started moaning my name and begging. She fingered her pussy. I walked to the closet and came back with a riding crop. Her eyes were still closed. She was completely surpised when it stung her ass.

“Don’t fake it,” I said. “I want you to really NEED me.”

She was more frantic. She finger fucked herself eagerly. I told her to open her eyes and look at me while she did it. She locked her pretty brown eyes on mine.

I told her to take my cock and get it hard. Bri trailed her wet fingers down my shaft and stroked me. It didn’t take much. I took her head and guided my hard cock down her throat.

She blew my like a pro. She kept her eyes locked on mine and took every inch of my cock. I held the back of her head and fucked her pretty face. At the last second I pulled out and put my load on her tits.

After that we went to bed. I told her to clean up and take off everything but the stocking and garter belt and to change into her nightie. She came back from the bathroom in a little black satin number.

I tied Bri’s hands to the headboard above her head. I spread her legs and flipped the nightie up. I buried my face between her legs and teased her pussy. I took my time. Working her clit. Licking her up and down. Finger fucking her at the same time. I took her to the edge and backed down. Took her to the edge again and stopped. I repeated a third time and asked her if she needed my cock. She whimpered for it.

I started to go bare back but she panicked.

“You didn’t mention this as one of your rules,” I stated.

She admitted it wasn’t discussed with her husband. He’d probably just assumed she’d play safe, even though she couldn’t get pregnant again. I didn’t really want to, but I put on a rubber and fucked her. She came almost as soon as I penetrated her. She’d been at the edge too many times.

She couldn’t squirm much with her hands bound and I fucked her like I owned her. She was incredibly loud and I loved every minute of it. I ended up cumming while I was still in her pussy wearing the rubber.

I uncuffed her and we stayed in bed together. Talking and touching and kissing. Flirting. After a while things escalated. We started to kiss passionately. I fingered her pussy until she begged for my cock. I rolled over swiftly and went bare back before she could say anything. She didn’t seem to mind.

I fucked her missionary until I got her off once, then rolled on my back and she rode me and touched her clit while I played with her tits. She came again. I slapped her ass with the riding crop again and told her to go faster. She sped up, but I kept spanking her. She got really fast. And I unloaded inside her with a big grunt.

I thought it would be funny to send her home like that, but I wasn’t through. We took a shower together, fucked some more, slept, and fucked a little more. It was afer 6 in the morning before she dressed and went home to her husband.

And that was just our first date.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/birr62/mf_so_i_started_screwing_a_married_woman_i_met_on