[Part 1 Here] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/welcoming_home_my_wife_mf)
For probably 20 or 30 minutes after our first passionate welcome-home fuck, we laid in blissful exhaustion, tangled up in each other and the sheets. I absentmindedly traced patterns on her skin with my fingertips. I loved the feeling of her skin, so soft and smooth, under my fingers. Simply being in her presence and letting my fingers gently fly across her skin in swirls and arcs and circles was one of the great, simple Joy’s of my life.
She laid quietly, I thought enjoying the post-coital glow of being freshly fucked.
But then she rolled up on her side and looked into my eyes. Her piercingly blue eyes looked particularly intense. “I have to tell you something,” she began. I replied with a quick and easy, “OK!”
“When I am on these long work trips, it is very lonely. Every night, once I leave the office, I am by myself — at dinner, at the hotel, wherever I am, it is just me.”
“Trust me, I know,” I replied. “I have travelled plenty, and I k ow it is far less glamorous than people who never travel imagine it to be. And the kids and I miss you terribly. I miss you terribly, for all sorts of reasons!” I chuckled, thinking about the fact we had just fucked for the first time in weeks, and that I was looking forward to not having to handle the kids by myself for a week or two at a time.
She gave me a weak smile and then continued. ‘A few nights ago, I was at the hotel bar, just having an old-fashioned by myself, when a man began to flirt with me. At first I ignored him, but it felt so nice to have attention, and another human being interacting with me, that I indulged it. I let it go on for quite a while, and I flirted back, and I think it all went too far for my own liking.”
I was a bit taken aback, but managed to squeeze out, “Did it go any further than flirting?” I dreaded the answer, but couldn’t not ask.
“No, no, of course not!” she replied. “But I still feel tremendously guilty for even allowing it to get that far!”
I felt an enormous sense of relief.
She looked at me intensely again. “I feel…I feel like I should…should….” She couldn’t get the words out.
“Feel like you should what?” I asked.
“I feel like I should be punished,” she blurted out.
“Oh,” I said. “Umm, ok. Did you have something in mind?”
“I want you to spank me, hard. And then I want you to have your way with me. Anything you want.”
This wasn’t the first time my wife had made this request. Sometimes, the stress of being an executive in a Male-dominated industry proved overwhelming, and she found being submissive and being spanked to help reset her. Still, it was rare enough that it caught me by surprise. It also made me harden again quickly as I envisioned her bottom a dark shade of pink, maybe vent over the bed while I pounded her mercilessly from behind.
“Very well. Get over my lap.”
She crawled across my lap, naked and hot and still dripping my cum down her thighs. It was kind of glorious.
I wrapped my left hand around her waist, and brought my right hand down hard on her naked bottom. She yelped. I got harder. So I smacked her again, and again, and again. Her bottom began to pink up, and I began to lecture her about fidelity, and tell her how disappointed I was she had walked up to the edge of infidelity.
I spanked her harder, and faster. She began to squirm and whimper. I told her she had behaved very badly, and was indeed deserving if a hard spanking. Her bottom got punker as I spanked harder, and her whimpers turned to cries. This told me she was close, so I picked up the pace, spanking her harder and even faster. Finally, she began to kick and cry and tell me she would never do it again, that she would be a good girl. I dipped a hand between her legs, and she was wet. I was rock-hard.
“Get off my lap and go bend over the end of the bed,” I ordered, in a voice thick with desire. She scrambled up, and bent forward over the foot of the bed, putting her palms flat on the duvet. She looked up at me and smiled.
I slid off the bed, walked to its foot, and admired my wife’s taut, round ass, now blotchy and pink. It felt so hot to know I had done that, and she had wanted me to. Quickly, I spread her legs and slid deep into her. She moaned. Right away, I began to pound deep and hard into her. I loved taking her from behind. I always felt like she took me deeper in that position, and I am pretty sure I had bred her in this position at least once, filling her with cum as deeply as possible.
As I poinded her as hard as I could, she began to yell. “Yes, yes, yes, please, FUCK! It’s so deep, so deep, oh God, fuck, you’re so deep!”
This drove me wild. I reached forward, grabbed a fistful of hair, and wrapped it around my fist. This made her go crazy, and she yelled, “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Take me Make me yours!”
I rammed harder into her, and she just began to scream. I poured all the stress from the story she had told me, pounding her, loving the sounds of our bodies clapping together and the sounds of her screams.
Finally, I felt another orgasm welling up. I yelled that I was going to come. “Yes, baby, give it to me! Give it to me!” I did, exploding inside her again, pulsing into her over and over and over.
Exhausted, I collapsed again on top of her. She looked back at me, and said wearily, “I promise I “I will be a good girl.” I chuckled.
“We’ll see about that,” I replied. “In just a minute, we will see how good you are at cleaning my cock.” She grinned, and her eyes sparkled. “Mmmm, I AM good at that.”
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