I miss her, but she was too wild [MF]

This is a true story, and amongst all the wild and outrageous stories on this sub, I imagine it’s going to seem rather tame. Sometimes I think half the stories posted here are fake, however, I still enjoy the heck out of them anyway! But, this one actually happened to me.

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I (M) was 21 when it all started, and I am 33 now. If I had known how it would all end, would I still have gone through with it? I’m not sure. But it was one hell of a ride, and I often find myself reflecting on it. I was newly in the military, and posted to a base in a major city. There was a lot to do, and I made some good friends quickly, spending mostly every waking moment with them. We often went out for lunch breaks together, and we frequented this one place in particular (I won’t include the name of the place, on the off chance someone recognizes this story and links me to it). This incredibly cute brunette girl worked there, and every time I walked in, she would shoot me these flirtatious glances. She was sexy, petite (around 100 pounds maybe), and she had the sweetest little ass I’d ever seen.

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After a couple weeks of this, I began to think maybe I could get her. I walked in one day, and the first thing I saw as I walked through the door was her bedroom eyes staring at me, which was quickly followed with her blushing profusely and looking away. I had her. When I paid for my lunch, I gave her a napkin which I had written my phone number on. She took it from me instantly, stuffed it into her pocket, and helped the next customer as if nothing had happened. I went back to work, and she called me several hours later on her break. After making sure she actually had the right number, she asked me the question that would haunt me for years to come:

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“Didn’t you ever look at my hand?”

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Me: “Uhhhh, what? What do you mean?” (I truly had no idea what she was talking about)

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“My hand….did you notice the ring on my finger?”

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My heart sank. I had no idea what to do or say to her. I felt legit stupid.

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Me: “Ohhhhh….I hadn’t noticed”. This was followed by a few seconds of silence.

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“So, is that a problem for you?”

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I knew what that meant. She was perfectly willing to cheat on her fiance/husband (I later found out it was her fiance) with me. I was so far under her spell at this point, after the weeks of flirting, I could not find it in myself to call it off. I knew cheating was a horrible thing to engage in, but I simply couldn’t resist her.

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“Nope. Not a problem for me”.

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We chatted for a few more minutes, flirting, and then agreed to talk again later that evening. Things moved pretty quickly, and within a week, we had a date planned. We were going to go to a local bar with some of my friends. She showed up to my place that friday with the the sluttiest outfit…the tightest pair of low rider jeans, and a halter top that basically only covered her boobs. Her long, curly hair was all the way down to just above her ass (I had only seen her with a bun until this moment). At one point while we were getting ready to go meet up with my friends, somebody called her, she turned around to talk to whoever it was, but I know she just wanted me to see her ass in her low rider jeans. OH.MY.GOD. She had these sexy little back dimples right above her unbelievably perfect ass, and her long hair was just lightly touching them as she shifted her weight back and forth. I wanted her so bad!

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We went to the bar, and within 30 minutes, we were making out like sex starved maniacs. I had her pinned to the fence in the smoking area, as we grinded and made out. She whispered in my ear, “I might let you fuck me right here”. I just about lost it all right there in that moment. I needed to take her home with me.

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For the next three weeks, we fucked like rabbits every single day. If she wasn’t working, she was making an excuse to be with me, in my bed, on her back. We didn’t end up fucking at the bar, but we sure did when we got back to my place. My friends knew what was up and they knew who she was. Within a couple days, they also knew she was engaged to someone else. They all warned me not to proceed, but it went in one ear and out the other. I was lost in this slutty little bitch, and she knew she had me, just like I knew I had her. Her pussy. There are no words. It’s like it was made for me, and I would spend hours a day eating her out, and then fucking her senseless. She would come over for a “quick fuck before work”, or a “quick fuck before going home”, and it would turn into two or three quick fucks or one long fuck, and sometimes and all-nighter (not sure how she pulled that off). I didn’t ask. I was blissfully ignorant of whatever situation she had going with this fiance of hers. I truly did not care.

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We never spoke of birth control, and we never considered condoms, as she claimed to hate them with a passion from the start. She said we could use the pull out method and/or avoid sex during her fertile times. Yea, like that was ever going to happen! It also didn’t help that she would often talk to me while we were fucking, saying things like “cum inside me”, while looking up at me with those bedroom eyes, or “I want you to cum in my pussy this time”, while wrapping her legs around my waist. I won’t deny that this turned me on more than anything in my entire sexual journey up to that point. She had exposed my kink that wasn’t even aware was there until she came along. I must’ve put a gallon of my cum in her during the those three weeks. I was lost. Lost in this little slut who wanted me so bad, and I was loving every second of it. I know that sounds like I’m just stroking my ego, but that’s simply not what it is. If she was around me, she was wet, and begging me to give her something…anything. I would walk into her place of work sometimes, and within 30 seconds she would start fidgeting, and crossing her legs while shooting me these looks that I can’t even describe. Was I the only guy she wanted? Probably not. I wasn’t so naive to think I was the only guy she was sleeping with before, during, or after this all went down. But, I knew she wanted me.

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Then it happened. He called me. She had screwed up and left my phone number lying around their house somewhere (part of me believes she wanted to get caught, because who leaves a phone number belonging to the man you’re having an affair with lying around? ever?). He was mad. He hated me so much. She called me later, crying, and asked me whether we were finished or not. I told her wasn’t sure at that point. To be honest, I did not want it to continue, as I was convinced this guy was going to hunt me down. He called me every day for a week! He found out who I was (again, not sure how) and where I lived. And he said he was coming for me.

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Now, I had a secret. I knew that in two short weeks, I was being deployed overseas for 6 months. I had known this for 4 months already, so I knew that this whole thing I had got myself into had an expiry date for me. Which is probably why I was so cavalier about the whole thing in the first place. In two weeks, I was simply going to disappear, turn my phone off, and leave it all behind me. Neither of them knew. He never did manage to track me down, and the day I left before I boarded my flight, I called her to say goodbye. She cried a lot. But what else could she do? She knew what she was doing, with whom, and that it probably wasn’t going to end well for her. Despite the craziness of it all, and the threat of impending doom, I still found myself thinking about her that whole day and the weeks following, and I relished the intense sexual bond we had developed over those three weeks.

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Do I regret it? I don’t know. Probably. But I do often reflect on it with some fondness for her. So I suppose it isn’t riddled with only regret.

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I left to spend 6 months overseas, thinking this chapter of my life was over, and that when I returned home, everything would somehow be back to normal. I was so, so wrong.

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If y’all want to hear more of this, I’ll tell the rest of it. It’s a very long story, so it may end up being divided up into installments.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/boc03v/i_miss_her_but_she_was_too_wild_mf