My wife and I met online on a kink website that no longer exists. I don’t think either of us were looking for more than some good, fetish-filled, no hassle sex at the time. That was the extent of our relationship for the first few months and it was amazing. What was even better was that we got to know each other and realised that we enjoyed doing things together outside the bedroom too.
Starting a relationship this way has a number of advantages. For example, when you know someone’s deepest darkest fantasies before you even meet in person then communicating thoughts and feelings comes pretty easily. Another bonus has been that sex has always remained a key part of our relationship, even more than 10 years and two kids later.
We don’t have the free time to have long sessions of filth and depravity like we used to but we make it work, even when tired and having to keep quiet – we’ve actually become very good at cumming with minimal noise!
Of course this means that when we get some time and space away from the family then we really like to let loose. Recently we got to spend a lovely weekend together at a hotel, which involved taking a small suitcase with minimal clothes and maximum toys.
The afternoon we arrived was a few hours of wonderful hedonistic debauchery. There were outfits, rope, an anal hook and lots of orgasms. Everything about it was fantastic as it always is when we get together like that, but that evening would take things to a whole new level.
Emerging from the hotel after a shower we went for dinner and a couple of drinks. Well, more than a couple, which is probably why my wife started the conversation with me that she did.
We were having a fairly smug and self-congratulatory chat about our sex life and how great it was when she said that, while everything we do is amazing, sometimes I shouldn’t hold back. She has always been very submissive and I’ve always enjoyed being dominant so we have done a lot of rough and kinky things in our time but obviously it’s always important to make sure that she is OK in those situations. Her mental and physical welfare is the most important thing. However, what she explained to me in possibly the most arousing five minutes of my life, was that it was OK to just let go and use her for my pleasure. I should just ‘take what I want’.
My mind was racing. The arousal felt so aggressive. Obviously I had indulged so many of fantasies with her and never felt that I was missing out on anything, but this was something else.
We finished our drinks and walked through the quiet city streets back to our hotel. It was dark and there were very few people around as we talked. When we got within a minute or so of our hotel I grabbed her and pushed her into a doorway. Immediately kissing and groping her over her dress before quickly putting my hand underneath it and pulling her underwear down her legs until she stepped out of them. I picked them up and handed them to her as I placed one hand around her throat and pushed two fingers inside her to feel how wet she was. Smirking as I withdrew my fingers and pushed them into her mouth to taste.
While this was all a shock to her there wasn’t anything up to this point I would say was really pushing things, but I knew what I wanted and this was just the start. I grabbed her by the hand and marched back to the hotel. As we got closer I saw a group of men standing outside the entrance, drunkenly chatting with each other. I felt her tense and pull against my grip, trying to move around behind me as I walked towards them. I could tell she was nervous about her underwear being visible in her hand, about someone seeing. It was unlikely but I found her discomfort arousing, I always have.
We walked past them and into the hotel. I couldn’t resist grabbing her arse over her dress as we waited for the lift. No one could see us but she pushed my hand away. She was getting annoyed with me but it didn’t matter. In fact it drove me on. As soon as the lift door closed on us I pushed her against the back wall so she could see herself in the mirror. This time I lifted her dress and groped her arse. When she tried to push me away and told me to stop I gave her a quick hard smack on the cheek before we reached our floor.
It was late and quiet as we walked down the corridor so once again I lifted her dress as we walked down it. She was flustered, annoyed, almost angry with me. When we got to our room I pushed her against the door as she was telling me to just open it so we could go inside. I was mauling her over her clothes and she was pushing me away. She was annoying me now and I grabbed her throat and told her to ask nicely. She gasped out ‘please’ so I finally relented and opened the door.
As soon as it closed behind us I was all over her. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over towards the bed. I slapped her face over and over again, which I know she doesn’t enjoy. I pinched and pulled her nipples through her dress. I didn’t listen to whatever she was saying to me, I didn’t care how she felt. I was taking what I wanted.
Eventually I had her bent over the bed and lifted her dress from behind. Releasing my cock I forced it inside her cunt and started fucking her. It was probably the most brutal sex we’ve ever had. She was sobbing into the bed as I used her. It was forceful and degrading as I told her not to pretend she doesn’t want this because her cunt is soaking wet and it never lies. She had no fight left, she just lay there crying as I used her.
Of course that build up and the pace of the fucking meant it wasn’t long before I came. When I was finished I thought that would be that but I was still hard and felt like I needed more. I walked to the bathroom and grabbed some lube, coating my cock before returning to her.
By this time she had crawled up onto the bed a little further but she was still exposed to me. I pushed my cock into her arse and started fucking her again, this time almost lying on top of her as I did so.
Anal certainly isn’t anything new for us and she’d had an anal hook inside her for about an hour earlier that day day, but this was something else. I fucked her arse as hard as I’d fucked her cunt. I didn’t take it slowly or more carefully as I would normally do. I was doing what she’d asked me to do – it wasn’t about her, it was about me and my pleasure.
Tears were still flowing down her face and each thrust made her cry out loudly. Of course, having just cum, this was not a quick pounding but a sustained assault. I knew she would hurt for days and I wanted her to. I needed to show her what it meant to set me a challenge like this. I almost wanted her to regret it. I kept imagining all the things I could do to her with this freedom.
Finally I came once again, flooding her arse the same as I had her cunt. She didn’t say a word, she was broken. By the time I’d gone to the bathroom and returned she was curled up with her head on the pillow. As soon as I got in next to her she put her arm around me and I kissed her forehead and told her how amazing she was.
I think we both agree it was one of the best weekends we’ve ever had.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eor0g8/my_wife_and_i_get_some_alone_time_and_make_it
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