Last week, my relationship with Sam and Aly (scroll past my dick pics for earlier posts with these two) progressed to a level hitherto unexplored by us: I was allowed to spend the afternoon alone with Aly, without any rules.
Well, there was one: Don’t get arrested.
Scroll way down for the sex. Also, this is Sam and Aly: u/fun_in_love
We’d hung out, all three of us, a number of times up until now. A couple of those just as friends grabbing drinks and appetizers. And Aly and I pushed the boundary a bit in the week leading up to this. We were well-behaved, mind you. Hard as that was.
“Above the clothes only,” she’d informed me. We had a couple coffee dates that week, each of us with our laptop and a whole lot of shit to do. It shouldn’t surprise you that sitting beside someone as beautiful as Aly for several hours distracted me from getting much done. But we were well-behaved. The first coffee-date, we only kissed and hugged upon my arriving. On the second, being so close to her was too much for me. I suggested we put the work away and take a walk around the neighborhood.
We came upon an antique store which Aly dragged me into. We had a marginal interest in the oddities. But I was floored when Aly led me to the shop’s basement and kissed me. Passionately and only briefly. Then she led me out of the shop.
I found out Sam only worked a few blocks away from where we were.
“What if we visited him on lunch?” I asked. In my head I’m imagining we do so, find a stairwell or something, an abandoned office, and have Aly suck us both off. At this point I’m really needing it. Of course I don’t expect this to happen. But it’s certainly what I’m thinking.
“No. He’d freak if we went into his work.”
“Yeah, I guess you can’t show up with another man. That’s something to explain.”
Instead we sought out a bar for a quick beer. We found one, nearly empty, very dark. We ordered a drink and sat at a booth in the far corner. We were kissing a bit more at this point. And definitely getting handsy. Again, over the clothes. But with no one paying us attention (only the bartender had the view, and he only glanced over a couple times; I kept watch) and with us getting more worked up as we looked over Aly’s Reddit, she began stroking me over my pants.
I’ll keep this part brief (pardon the pun) but what I was enjoying only as teasing suddenly gave way to a “Oh shit, I’m actually going to cum” moment. I told Aly, and she kept going. Her hand had moved into my pocket and was gripping my cock more firmly. After a few more minutes of this, I buried my face in her neck and let it happen.
I can’t tell if this is embarrassing or not. But I did: I came in my pants. And then, Aly smiling proudly beside me, I walked back to the coffeehouse to get my car and get on home to change. Was it worth it? Totally. Was it messy? Certainly was.
Worried we had gone too far though, I messaged Aly later: “Did you tell Sam you made me cum in my pants?”
“Yes.”
“What did he think?”
“He couldn’t believe it. He loved it.”
Obviously this was pushing the boundary of what we’d agreed on. I was relieved to hear that Sam was into it. I should mention a couple things here. First, when I posted the pic you see below to r/hotwives, Aly said, “Huh. I’ve never considered myself a hotwife.” Also, this relationship is devoid of humiliation. None of us are into that. I was with a cuckold couple once, and I didn’t enjoy it much. I felt bad. One of my favorite things about being with these two is the level-playing field. We’re all equals. Am I more dominant? Sure. Sometimes. But I know my place in this. I’m their toy. I love that a friendship has evolved from it; it makes everything richer. But there relationship is so solid and lacking in nothing, I know how lucky I am to be invited into their bed.
I feel the need to emphasize this because yes, I was worried we had gone too far. Or maybe Sam and Aly had talked more about “the rules” than they had shared with me.
Which brings me to the titular ‘afternoon’.
Sorry, almost. First, briefly, the night before. We had plans to get together and fuck, the three of us, but my rehearsal ran late and Sam was beat from work. Aly still offered to meet me for a drink. At the bar (a different bar than Pub O’PantsWetter) we caught up a bit (I hadn’t seen her since that memorable day) and talked about their upcoming trip. They’d be gone for a few days, and we had wanted to get together before they left, but that wasn’t going to happen now. I mentioned that I did have tomorrow off, but only until mid-afternoon. We could have another coffee date. We could even hang out at Aly’s place. I could behave.
I was probably trying more than I needed to. Not with the expectation of anything happening, as Sam wouldn’t be around. But Aly readily agreed. And then she told me.
“We talked about the rules. Sam said we can do whatever we want.”
“Seriously?”
“Well, not anything. He just said, ‘you can’t get arrested.'”
I think I had to clarify this ten times over. Which is stupid. Aly wouldn’t lie about that. Their relationship, as I’ve said, is solid. But again, I need to know everyone is on board. She assured me I’d heard right. We left the bar, we made out in the street beside my car, and I went home. Very, very ready for tomorrow.
**Here we go**
I drove out to Aly’s place about ten in the morning. God bless her if she’s just pretending to like dick pics, because I sent her a couple that morning letting her know how excited I was.
On the drive over, I decided to completely own her that afternoon. As soon as I saw her, until we were done. That didn’t happen, because instead of pushing her against the wall and kissing her when I got there, I found her still putting makeup on. Which was sweet of her, but she soon voiced what I was thinking: “Why am I putting this on? It’s gonna be ruined in five minutes.”
It didn’t take long for my teasing her over this to turn into us kissing on her bed. I was well aware of how different this felt. Just the two of us. I haven’t asked her yet, because it’s more for the two of them to discuss, but I am curious how it felt for her. We made out for awhile, all the while feeling each other up.
She took my shirt off, so I ordered hers off as well. She wanted to go for my cock right away, but I told her no. She had to work for it. She obediently began by kissing me again, nibbling on my ear, my lips. She licked and kissed her way down my neck, my chest, my abdomen. She worked my pants off during this.
Then she got a phone call. From Sam.
They talked about something I can’t disclose here, and then she said, “Yeah, Matt just got here.” I waited, half-expecting to see her reaction to Sam’s “Okay, I changed my mind…”
That didn’t happen. They continued their conversation, almost like I wasn’t there. Except by now Aly had removed her bra, and I was massaging her breasts as they talked. She got off with Sam and said, “I have to make a quick call.”
Fine by me. I kept massaging her, and tweaking her nipples, trying to get her to make a noise as she was on the phone. She slapped my chest, but she was grinning.
Once she got off the phone, we had both waited long enough. She quickly had my jeans off and my cock in her mouth. I could have let this blowjob go on forever. She made love to my cock. Her tongue flicked and ran wet and long over every inch. She took her time. I don’t think there’s anything to brighten your day more than a woman who enjoys your manhood so much, she takes her time with it.
I put my hands on her head and forced her down a couple times. Also grabbed her and held her still so I could jackhammer her throat for a bit. A girl who loves that too…well, that’s a woman you make your wife. Which Sam had. The lucky bastard.
After a long time of this, I got up and laid Aly on her back. It was time to repay her. I spread her legs, kissed her stomach. Began tracing lazy circles over her inner thighs, getting closer to her already wet pussy. I could feel the heat coming off her. The longing. I finally kissed her, a direct and firm kiss to her clit. I held that kiss and let my tongue slide just below. As she squirmed against my mouth, I alternated sucking and licking her. She came once this way—”That’s the first one,” she said—and I let up once her trembling subsided. I wasn’t quite done. Her pussy is absolutely perfect, and you can’t help but want to feel every bit of her. I continued licking, kissing, nibbling at her labia, her clit. Long, slow tongue play and rapid flicking. I hadn’t even brought my fingers into it yet, but was about to, when she told me to fuck her.
I was rock hard by now. Going down on a woman and making experiencing her orgasm is a sure way to get me there. I slapped my length against her vulva, rubbed my head teasingly against her clit again.
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Are you sure? I can’t tell.”
“Yes, please, I want your cock.”
I slid into her, just an inch or so. Not quite the full head. Her lips parted, her eyes widened. The shock of feeling me, but not quite getting me.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, please…”
“Okay, baby.”
I slid into her slowly, living for that response her body made, the noise she made. She’s such a responsive fuck anyway, but this in particular, the first stroke—I could withdraw after that and be on my way and still consider it a fucking perfect day.
I fucked her slow for awhile, thoroughly enjoying feeling every inch of her warmth and smoothness around me. When she remarked how thick it felt, I lifted her legs and raised her butt off the bed so I could really plow into her. So she could really feel how thick she made me.
We fucked for twenty minutes like this, then I flipped her over. She raised her ass and I entered her again, pounding harder than before. At this point, her moaning and me starting to feel close, I thought we should film a little.
Filming is hard. Especially if you think too much about it. I wanted an angle from below, with me sliding in and out of her. Balls slapping her, the whole bit. I couldn’t hold the camera right for this, and she offered to take it. We recorded about two minutes before I started getting soft. We put the phone aside and I rolled her over again and started fingering her while she stroked me.
She was especially responsive this time, to my hand. I withdrew my fingers briefly and had her taste herself on them, then continued with three fingers firmly fucking her while my thumb rubbed her clit. She was getting close to cumming. I spit on my thumb and that sudden extra lubrication sent her over. Number two.
I was hard again, and we fucked with her on her back. She told me she wanted my cum. I asked her where.
“Wherever you want.”
But a few minutes later it was, “I want you to cum on my tits.”
I pulled out of her and straddled her abdomen. Ordered her to push her tits together. A few seconds later I shot, three day’s worth of build-up, onto her breasts and face. A couple ropes up in her hair. Breathing heavy, I took a few photos. Meaning to send them to Sam.
She looked at them after and said, “I didn’t know you got my face in them!” Apparently she had made “face”. We deleted those. But the photo you see was the keeper. [Perfectly painted](https://www.erome.com/a/KXC5PZQ0)
We cleaned up. Then we took her dog for a walk. About half an hour later we returned home and she had to take care of a couple things for their trip. I patiently waited, scrolling through Reddit as one does. I kept distracting her with other GoneWild photos, until finally she put the laptop away and I led her back to bed.
I wanted to warm her up again. I laid her down and, let’s be honest, probably started the same order of operations I had earlier. Inner thigh, kissing, loving the labia, firm kiss to her clit. More tongue. More pressure. Harder. Harder.
This time though, I looked up at her as I did. Our eyes caught briefly, then her head tilted back and she cried out. I slid my fingers into her. Three of them, the pads of my fingertips pressed against her G-spot as my tongue kept quick rhythm against her clit. She came soon after.
Without waiting for her orgasm to subside, I rose up and plunged into her. I lifted her legs and pounded her, wanting her to ride her last orgasm to another one. Wanting her to ache from it.
We fucked like this until I got too hot. Matt’s don’t do well in heat. I pulled out and laid down, and she dutifully began to blow me. In the heat of moment, I now wanted to see Aly fucked by another guy. I asked her if she had any videos of her being fucked by a previous partner. She said no.
“But you have plenty of Sam fucking you. I want to watch.”
She smiled and got her phone. She opened an entire album of their content and entrusted it to me. Then she continued sucking me—worshipping me—while I began watching her husband fuck her. I started with videos, Sam fucking her face, pounding her, her riding him. I watched him give her two facials, one of them had been from a night weeks ago when I’d given them instruction through sexting and ordered him to cover her gorgeous face in cum.
Soon it was too much work to hit Play, and I went through their photos instead. Shot after shot of her perfect breasts, her wet, wanting pussy. Many of them ones they’d shared here on Reddit, but many more they hadn’t.
She came up for breath and I tossed the phone aside. Seeing how Sam had taken her, it made me want her even more. I climbed off the bed and pulled her to the end of it. Lifted her legs above my shoulders and slid into her again. Briefly I lost my erection and had to go down on her again. Like I said, that does the trick. When I was hard again I pushed into her, and this time the combination of all those hours’ worth of fucking, all the sense, and of her crying out again in satisfaction as I entered her, I came. Still a lot, too. I filled her up, collapsing against her. I felt our cum dripping out of her from around my cock. I grabbed the phone and got a quick video of me pulling out. For Sam.
We toweled off and rested for a bit.
“I came five times,” she said. But I could only remember four.
She laughed at me replaying everything in my head, trying to count all five times.
“Well I can’t write about this one,” I said. “I can’t even remember how many times you came and we just finished.”
You’ll note too that I only included three above. Sometime in the last week I forgot another one. It was definitely while I was fucking her, but I don’t remember when.
We cleaned up and made out a bit more. Basically the entire way to the door. I left and messaged her on the way home, letting her know how much fun I had.
Later I checked in, wanting to know how Sam felt about it. She said he loved it, wanted to hear about every second. She’d been recounting it for him. She let me know too that he was a little disappointed the night before, when she met me for that drink, that we hadn’t fooled around then.
“Whatever you and I did, he said we’d have to do the same when I got back,” she said. “So he was bummed. I still fucked him.”
And then of course we spent the afternoon together fucking the next day. I have no doubt she and Sam relived every moment of that too.
The next night her and I chatted, and we took that Mojo kink comparison thing that everyone seems to have taken. Lets you compare your kinks to your partner’s. We matched pretty much perfectly. And getting into the topic of Domination, Aly had a little warning for me.
“I’m not easy to break,” she said. “But you can try.”
It’s been in my head for a week.
But they’re coming home soon…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c0gs4q/we_mf_spent_the_afternoon_together_with_his