The Weekend Before Christmas [FM]

My husband and I are in an open relationship – we both hook up with other people and often we play with other couples too. Recently, we created a group chat with all our fwbs (2-3 each) and some couples that we regularly swap with. At the beginning of December, one of those couples shared the number of a guy who they highly recommended. A fwb of my husband soon backed them up, raving about how good he’d been.

So naturally, I started texting him ;). His name was Michael, and our conversation was pretty easy-going, and he had a similar sense of humour too. We both knew exactly what each of us was looking for though and so about a week later, we decided to meet up for lunch at a cafe (we work just a few blocks from each other).

Lunch went perfectly and we could both sense some chemistry between us. I should describe him properly at this point: he was a few inches taller than me, and either quite muscular or just naturally big (maybe both?) – it was difficult to tell. He had deep, dark eyes and always seemed to be smiling. Oh and he was black. This isn’t important to the story, but for some reason I had never slept with a black guy before. I didn’t expect anything to be different but I know they are a big fetish in porn so I did wonder if it was based on a grain of truth. Just to be clear, him being black had nothing to do with me fucking him – he was just a nice, handsome guy ;)

After that meet-up, we continued texting, planning to actually go further. I found out my husband was going away for the weekend so I suggested to Michael that he could come to my place for a night. But Michael had bigger ideas. Eventually we decided that we’d just use the whole weekend and booked a cheap hotel room to save cleaning up. I know it was our first time together but we’d both heard good things about each from friends and we’d had that connection over lunch – so why the hell not?!

The Friday of that weekend, I struggled to concentrate at work all day. I got to the hotel room first, had a quick shower and wore my shortest summer dress that just about covered my ass. No bra. No panties. Soon, Michael arrived wearing jeans and well fitting t-shirt. We didn’t waste time in pointless talking, I just greeted him with a kiss and we stumbled over to the bed.

He sat down at the edge of the bed and I climbed onto his lap. We kissed slowly, with our hands resting relatively still on each other. He wrapped his big arms around me and I could already feel him hardening against my ass. He lay down and pulled me down with him. Sliding his hands up my bare thighs, he had my ass in firm grip and murmured appreciatively at the lack of panties. I let my hands explore his body and it mostly definitely was very muscular. Michael kissed with a confidence that made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing. It was so fucking hot.

Grabbing my hips, he rolled me onto my back so now he was on top. Again we were making out passionately, his strong hands roaming over my body. Wrapping my legs around his back, I tilted my head back as he *very slowly* kissed down my neck to the rise of breasts. He pulled down the front of the dress, releasing my tits and I felt goosebumps over my whole body as he cupped one and took it in his mouth. Flicking his tongue against my nipple, he cupped my other boob and rolled my nipple gently between his fingers. I cried out in delight.

Eventually, he moved back up to kiss me whilst moving a hand up the inside my thigh. A finger slid over my entrance. I was soaked! In all that passion, I hadn’t even noticed! Michael put his thumb on my clit and starting slowly circled. I looked up at him between kisses and all I was was pure lust as if I was like insanely hot. I was breathing heavily, occasionally moaning. His finger was still resting over my lips, and I finally had to beg him, “Please!!”. With a satisfied smile, he relented. He slipped in one finger, then more slowly, a second. I couldn’t help it, I moaned out load. My hips bucked. His face lit up, knowingly. He began fingering me, fast and steady with his palm firmly on my clit. Our kissing became deeper, more aggressive. I was in ecstasy. Finally, the tidal wave pushed through me, and my lower muscles locked his fingers in place as I climaxed.

Standing up, he shimmied his jeans down and then his briefs. His cock sprang free at full mast, slightly above average length and quite thick. Just how I liked it. Whilst he took off his t-shirt, I sat up and took his cock in my hands. I slid my hands up it’s length and my fingers only just met around it. Getting down on my knees, I brought it to my mouth, flicked my tongue over the tip. There was a sharp intake of breath. I started by licking the shaft from balls to tip and he groaned and squirmed in response. Refreshingly, he wasn’t afraid about being loud or expressive – all I could hear was “Oh God, Erin”, “ Oh fuckkk” and lots of groaning and ‘mmm’. I was loving it. Just the way he said my name was turning me on! Continuing to lick the shaft, I occasionally took the head into my mouth and with each time, I felt him get more tense. Within a few minutes, he pulled me back up and kissed me hard. As we kissed, he slowly lay me down onto bed.

My dress was now only covering my midriff and he quickly got rid of it. My heart was racing. I couldn’t wait!! He grabbed the underside of my knees, spread my legs apart and pushed him cock inside with practiced ease. This guy was a fucking pro! Taking my ankles, he placed them on his broad shoulder so my ass was hanging of the edge of the bed. The initial slow thrusts made me gasp in pleasure. His cock was hitting all the right spots. With his hands on the top of my thighs, he quickly sped up, until the room was filled with sound of his thighs slapping against my ass with each thrust. I was moaning “Ah ah” practically in time with each thrust. As he sped up my moans sounded higher and higher. Completely losing control I was started squealing “Fuck I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.”. Leaning down, he slipped my ankles off his shoulder and took one my tits in his mouth, gently sucking. I was done. Letting out a low groan, I creamed all over his cock.

He had been so rough and gentle at the same time – completely taking charge but also making me feel so fucking good. He waited for my orgasm to subside before thrusting much slower and deeper, still leaning over me. “Fuck,” I gasped, my eyes rolled, as he slipped almost all the way out before burying himself back inside. Again and again, he made me cry out. Suddenly, he pulled out and pulled me so I stood facing him. Turning me around, he pushed my head down so my hands were on the bed and ass in the air. Holding my hips, he pushed inside and began thrusting fast and hard. “Uhhh shiiitt…uh..uh..uh”, I squealed louder than before. I could feel yet another orgasm was building up. Leaning forward, he buried himself to the hilt and took both tits in his hands. My voice went so high that nothing came out. “Fuck, your pussy feels soo good” Michael practically growled in my ear, before emptying his load inside me. Like the perfect gentleman, he moved one hand down and made sure that I got off too.

After a much needed break, we started making out on the bed. Noticing his cock begin to twitch again, I broke off and moved down to give it some attention. Putting it straight into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the head before taking it in further. Moaning softly, he places his hands on my head – not forcefully, just possessively. My jaw felt like it was on fire from staying so wide open. After pulling his cock out, I took each of his balls in my mouth and gently sucked to which I heard a low groans in response. I was getting horny and needed him inside me so I sat up, straddling his hips and lowered my self on his cock, taking in the entire length.

Grinning back at me, he holds my waist as start riding his cock. He starts thrusting upwards meet my hips, gently at first then more firmly, pulling me down onto him then lifting me back up. We’re both lost in the moment, sighing and moaning. From time to time, he raises his hands to feel my boobs, making me cry out loudly. Swatting my ass, he sits up and one-by-one takes my tits in his mouth again before lying back down and pulling me down on top of him. We kiss passionately before I sit up again. Flicking my hair to side, I give him a full view of my bouncing tits as I try to speed up. We’re both breathing hard, moaning more and more. His hands alternate between my ass and tits as I bounce harder than before. I’m whimpering now, getting close to climax again. Pulling me back down on top of him, he wraps his arms around me and rolls over like before, so he’s on top again.

Burying his face in the sheets he puts his whole body behind each thrust. I’m simply screaming incoherently. Taking my hands in his, he pins then down and it feels like he’s driving deeper inside me with each thrust. “Fuck Erin, you’re so fucking perfect” he gasped. You can’t forget compliments like those! I lifted my legs up to side of chest so he could go even deeper inside. My head came only up to the top of his chest, making me feel like so tiny in comparison. “Michael”, I cried out, “I’m gonna cum”.
“Wait for me” – it wasn’t a plea, it was an order. Whimpering helpless, there was nothing I could to distract myself. “Yes, yes, yes” I whined as I felt him get closer. His entire body convulsed. “Now.” he murmured in my ear. We both completely let ourselves go, surrendering to waves and waves of pleasure. When he finally got his breath back, he couldn’t resist a final taste of my nipples before getting up!

Describing our whole weekend would be too long but I thought that our quickie on the first morning was worth sharing:

When I woke up, I looked around and saw him behind me sleeping on his side, asleep but stirring. Hoping that he’d wake up soon, I moved back so that I was pressed up against him, with my ass against his hips. After a while, I felt him shift and wake up. Happily, wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me close. I suggested that we have a much needed shower together but he had other ideas. “Might as well get dirty, if we’re showing anyway”, I could hear the cheeky smile in his voice. His hands slid down to my pussy and began working on my clit. We’d already established that neither of us were fans of morning breath and it seemed he remembered that too – he pushed me forward so that I was flat on my front. Getting up, he positioned himself between my legs before slowly pushing himself inside. He placed a pillow under my waist so my ass was in the air. Holding my ass firmly, he started thrusting hard and fast. Gripping the sheets tights, I moaned wildly. He leaned forward to get a different angle and it hit the perfect spot. I squealed into the sheets, “fuck..fuuuck…fucckkkk”. My toes curled and I let out a shout as I climaxed. Soon after, he flipped me over, straddled my chest and moved his cock in between my tits. He lasted about 10 seconds before he came all over my chest.

When I got up to join him in the shower, I felt his cum trickle down my body. Rarely had I felt so slutty :).

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/exf5ab/the_weekend_before_christmas_fm