My wife and I visited her parents over the holidays. We’ve stayed there at the house where she grew up more times than I could count, but this time was different; this was the first year we’d be staying as a married couple. You see, her parents are very religious/conservative, so even though we had been dating for 10 years from our 1st year of college and had bought a house together, whenever we’d stay previously it was implied that we’d sleep separately while there.
This year, instead of camping out in the living room, there was an extra room now available that was in use throughout all our previous visits. The room where we’d be staying was my wife’s bedroom growing up. It hadn’t been her bedroom since she left for college, so this would be her first time back in that upstairs attic room for a decade.
I knew this room used to be hers, but I didn’t think much of it until my wife mentioned the following: she had spent a lot of time in that room masturbating, thinking about what it’d be like to have a boy in the room with her. She mentioned how it would be really hot for me to fuck her in that room given the amount of time in there she spent fantasizing.
Eventually it was time for bed and my wife and I made our way upstairs to the bedroom. I knew what was on her mind. It was actually a decent room to be a guest because it felt isolated enough, the door locked, and there was an attached room with a toilet and sink, thus we felt the freedom to do whatever came over us.
Once there, as we were getting ready for bed, we took off our clothes to get into pajamas, but before she got dressed I asked her what she would fantasize about. She said she thought about someone grabbing her face with both hands, so I thought I’d oblige her and I reached out, “like this?”
At first touch she seemed a little flushed. She clearly had been mentally preparing. So I continued, what else would you think about?
“What it would feel like for someone to grab my boobs.” I reached down and started fondling her like we were two high schoolers messing around for the first time. We climbed into bed as I played with her tits and she started rubbing her pussy. She was clearly being transported back to her teenage years. As I massaged her, sucked on her nipples, and grabbed the back of her neck and ears, she began masturbating more actively. After a bit, “What else would you think about while masturbating in this room?”
“I thought a lot about what it would feel like for someone to lick my pussy.” So I ventured down to the end of the bed. She spread her legs for me, ready to receive my tongue. There was no need for me to start slowly since she had already been masturbating, so I buried my tongue into her the way I know she likes. But somehow this time seemed different for me. She was no longer her, and I was no longer me. We don’t role play, but being in that new environment of a bedroom with a girl whose parents are in the house, it was hard not to feel juvenile myself.
I licked her pussy for a bit before she signaled that she wanted some dick. Even though we were teenage caricatures of ourselves, she was still like normal in that she’d always get impatient for the main event and ask me to climb up and fuck her before much time had passed at all. She didn’t have to ask me twice.
I climbed up from my vantage point and my dick was ready too, no prep needed. I pushed the back of her thighs up with my hands and I inserted my dick and began fucking her. Occasionally she gets uneasy about being bent up too much during sex because the extra room allows me to go far too deep and hurt her. Punching her cervix is not pleasant for either of us. If she’s thoroughly turned on and prepped, however, I can push her legs up and bury my dick in her without fear of hurting her. This night she was so hot and ready she could take my dick however I wanted to give it to her, and fortunately it feels better for her that way too.
As I fucked her to the best of my ability, having the space and freedom to writhe around and fuck her at every angle that makes her gasp, she seemed lost in her own arousal. There was nothing else that existed in the world aside from the pleasure with which she was fully engaged. I myself couldn’t help but feel overcome. Who was this girl I was fucking? Was it my wife? Was it someone else? It was simultaneously familiar and brand new. There was both the teenage thrill and also the safety from worry of being caught. We didn’t have to worry about condoms the way new partners should. We were free to fuck the way no teenagers comfortably could.
I asked her, “do you wish you could go back and tell your teenage self that in the future you’d be fucking a boy in this room?”
“Yes,” she said, “I wouldn’t have believed it.”
As I held her legs up, I’d switch hands around and keep playing with her tits while burying myself in her, and eventually I asked, “where do you want me to cum?”
I didn’t know to what extent this played a part in her juvenile fantasies. Did she dream about being a cum slut and having me cum all over her face and body? Did she want me to finish in her mouth? Hopefully not in a sock!
She said, “cum inside me.” My favorite.
There’s something so freeing about being given the green light to blow. It’s like, I spend ample time concerned about another person’s pleasure, and now it’s my turn and I can suddenly focus on my own pleasure in a way that I couldn’t before. I felt myself getting lost in my senses, lost in the soft skin of a woman who was both my wife and not my wife as I know her.
The time had come and I let my wife know I was about to cum. I pushed her legs up with my hands to bury myself into her one last time cumming hard. Though I kind of froze deep in her, she kept on thrusting her hips into me, trying to keep fucking me as I was cumming. We both then collapsed out of breath. I left my dick in her until I lost my erection and it pulled out naturally, just the way she likes it. She finds it intimate.
Cleanup was a breeze with the attached bathroom. Didn’t have to leave the room. And then we went to sleep.
All in all, the sex itself was nothing new, but again, it was like it was brand new given the pretext of juvenile fantasy. 10/10
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ejvwws/mf_fulfilling_my_wifes_juvenile_fantasies
My wife and I fucked in a Fort I had built behind my house growing. She was already pregnant so there was no “where do you want it?” I just creampied her there and watched it drip out before we went back up to the house. It was one of our hottest sessions, especially she was always soaking while pregnant. No prep work and she always came hard.
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Very nice!!
Very hot.
We had an Airstream trailer growing up, I used to fantasize sneaking out and having sex with a boy. Sometimes, if the weather was nice, my parents would let me sleep in it as it was parked in our backyard. When I got older I’d masturbate thinking about my fantasy as I lay in the trailer.
When I was 17 my parents went out of town and I had to go stay with my aunt for a few days. My parents thought they were thinking ahead by locking the house up so I couldn’t get in while they were gone. But, they forgot about the trailer. So my BF and I went there while I was supposed to be at band practice and I got to live out my fantasy.
she has juvenile fantasies? does she dream about backing that ass up?
Great story! I love that you could see her as both your wife and the girl not yet your wife.
This is an excellent story! Extremely well-written, and very obviously a true one.
Reminds me of a Christmas I spent a few years ago with a girlfriend. We were at her parent’s house and sleeping up in her old room and she was more turned on than any time we fucked. She told me later it was the combination of being there, with memories of her earlier sexual exploration and the fact we had to keep it so quiet as her parents were downstairs, that sent her into another level of pleasure. She was so wet and she kept orgasming at my touch, however light, on her nipples and her neck, as well as between her legs. Fantastic experience.