Being [F]ucked by the [M]arried man, again. This time he slept over…

So, I got to see the married man again. See my last post for our first time together. For some background information, I’m single and he’s in an open relationship. I’m 26 and he’s 46. This time, married man gets to spend the night, while his wife is on a work trip. (Don’t worry about her, she already had a date set up with someone the previous night.) He told me beforehand how he’s never spent the night before, which made me very excited and felt special.

I come home from work Friday evening, eat quick (I know I’m about to burn a lot of energy!), and start to get ready for the married man. I choose a pretty lacy sheer matching black lingerie set and a pair of sheer stockings with lace on the top. I do my makeup nice and pretty, knowing soon it’ll be made a mess. He texts me he’s on his way, and I’m already dripping in anticipation. We’d been texting while I was at work, so he’s been in my head all day building up tension. Knowing how much time we’d have together, really made my mind go crazy.

I open the door for him and we don’t even get to the room, he has me pushed up to my door right as I closed and locked it. Feeling up my body, inspecting what I wore for him – the lingerie, the stockings. He grabs my neck and whispers into my ear about how he can’t wait to fuck me. How I’m his perfect slut. Then, he tells me to get on my knees, right there in the entryway. He pulls out his cock, and I take him all the way down. He likes a slower attentive blowjob, and that’s just what I give him. I give him whatever he wants.

He tells me to stand up, bend over and touch my toes, so I do. I tell him I have a little surprise for him as I pull down my panties revealing the butt plug I put in for him. And that’s when he plunged into me, still in the entryway and starts pounding me while I’m bent over. I live in a large apartment building, so I’m trying so hard to be quiet because we can hear people walking outside my door. I feel so full between the plug and getting pounded it’s so hard to keep quiet, even while I’m covering my own mouth.

Eventually we move things to my bedroom. We discussed earlier about how he wanted to cuddle-fuck me (isn’t he so sweet to his little slut), so I wanted to make sure we got to that quickly. I have such a desire to fulfill his wants and needs. He’s spooning me and I’m grinding my ass into him, and he’s teasing my pussy with his cock. He can be such a tease, because he knows how much I want it inside me. He enters me again, and at that angle it feels so good, full and more intimate. But what I really need is a good pounding.

He puts me on my back, and tells me to put my legs up on his shoulders. I’m his own little human pretzel. And, Jesus Christ. Normally I prefer being fucked from behind the most, it just feels so submissive. But. With him? The way he pounds deep into my pussy in this position. Unreal. I feel him bottom out inside me, and he fucks me with such force. It makes me just spit out the dirtiest things. I’m telling him how I’m his slut, how this pussy is his to use however he wants, how much it needs his big fat hard cock and he’s just pounding me— slapslapslap up against me. Then he’ll suddenly slow it down, stroke it and move his cock around in different rotations pulling in and out of me, making me really feel all of him. We’re both drenched in sweat and in no rush, knowing we have all night and part of tomorrow together.

We alternate back and forth between fucking and cuddling. Sometimes he’s fucking me from behind, reaching around and grabbing onto my throat as he fucks me. Sometimes I’m on top, riding him. He likes to play with my tits, grabbing, pinching, sucking, and telling me how much he wants my body, how good my pussy feels. I lean over so my tits are right in his face and whisper into his ear how good he makes me feel, how I’m so lucky to be his perfect slut. As we cuddle, he caresses me and plays with my pussy, playing with my clit and finger fucking me. He gets so deep inside me with his hands and curls his fingers, it feels like when his cock bottoms out in me. He tells me to relax, to just breath and plays with my clit. The sensations are overwhelming me.

When he’s on top of me again, I’m at the point where I just NEED his cum. Not because I don’t want him fucking me anymore. It’s just a carnal need. He’s made me feel so good, fucking me for hours, and now I need my reward – I need his cum. We switch from my legs up on his shoulders, to wrapped around his torso, all the while he’s just unrelenting, using my pussy. I tell him use it for his pleasure, please, I need him to just feel good. He’s making me so wet, I tell him I get too wet and it messes with the friction and with him cumming. He pauses for half a second while he’s on top of me, and puts his hand on my throat, and has me look in his eyes. He tells me don’t say that. Don’t tell me you’re too wet. That I’m not, that I make his cock feel so good. Then he tells me to detail exactly how his cock feels instead, and watch as he goes in and out of me, to focus on his cock. As I’m watching him and telling him, he’s somehow getting harder – his cock gets so thick when he’s that hard, it’s wild, he tells me he’s going to cum and pulls out and cums all over my chest. Since he came in my pussy last time, he says he wanted me to see just how much I make him cum. I’m so happy to finally have it, I start licking it up off my chest, smiling.

As we lay there blissfully, and the remaining cum has now dried on my chest, we discuss some of our fantasies together. We discuss some of the reasons we are the way we are. And eventually drift to sleep with him holding me.

In the morning, I’m awoken to the feeling of his cock pressed up against me. (We’d already discussed, I told him if at any point he wants to fuck me in the middle of the night, he can.) Mm that makes me smile. We are grinding our bodies up against each other again, but this morning he can’t just as easily enter me in this position like the night before. I’m wet, but I’m also just too tight. He gets me in prone position, and enters me that way. My face is stuffed in the pillow, and I’m still half asleep, but his cock deep inside me is certainly waking me up. He asks if I like being woken up with his cock. Of course I do. Again we go for several rounds in the morning, into the afternoon. I meant to offer to make us some coffee, but things went in another direction. I never make him any coffee.

We’ve alternated between fucking and cuddling again. He’s made my legs quiver and shake. And again. I need his cum. This time, I get it a little differently. It’s an array of me on top of him, me sucking him (at one point he tells me to just keep it in my mouth for five minutes and breathe, as he times it), and stroking him (he really likes his cock massaged, a first for me, but again, as a good slut I give him what he wants), and him stroking himself ordering me to stare at his cock. Periodically while I’m sucking him, he’ll play with my pussy, driving me absolutely wild and making me squirm and moan. While all of this is happening, I’m telling him all about the fantasies we discussed the night before. About how I can imagine a group of guys watching as he fucks me. How they’ll be so jealous, because of how good his cock uses this pussy, his pussy, how he owns it. How they’ll see and hear how he makes me moan, the sounds of how wet I am. They’ll watch as I deepthroat his cock. This gets him so hard, now he’s stroking himself and just as he is about to burst he tells me to put my mouth back on his cock. I excitedly take his cock all the way down my throat, and I feel his release, I feel him cumming. I slowly take his cock out of my mouth when I feel he’s finished. I pop my head up, and his eyes are closed. I tap his cheek until he opens his eyes. I open my mouth to show him the load he just shot in my mouth, what’s left of it that didn’t go down my throat, and then I swallow it. I tell him to feel how wet telling him this fantasy made me, and he slowly fingers me, feeling my wetness. I get on top of him so my pussy is on his cock so he can just feel it. We hold each other for a while, knowing he’ll need to go home soon. I’m so satisfied, having finally swallowed his load.

Note: I’m sure I forgot some details, as we fucked for so many rounds and a lot of it blurred together. He’s off to pick up his wife from the airport. I’m pleasantly sore and drained, smiling and wet after writing this all out.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ek3e4e/being_fucked_by_the_married_man_again_this_time