Preface: Names, dates, and locations have been changed but what happened is 100% true. This story ended up being longer than I intended so buckle up.——-
My name is Sean. My wife, Tia, and I have been married for a few years and everything has been great. However, two years ago, she was injured and intimacy has been impossible because of the pain it causes her. I never had a high sex drive until I met her 9 years ago and it is still high while not having an outlet. I have tried taking care of it myself 2-3 times a day and it’s still not enough to satisfy which leads to this.
Fast forward to mid October last year, I was sent to Indianapolis for a week for training by my job. After a day I was really lonely and horny so I decided to get on a site known for hookups. After chatting with some that turned out to be scammers, I chatted with Kylie. She has a boyfriend but is not a fan of him and was looking for the same thing I was. We chatted for a bit and decided to meet up at my hotel room Wednesday night. I couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen and partly didn’t think it would.
Wednesday evening came and she messaged saying that she was on her way and asked to meet me in the hotel lobby. Me, just getting out of the shower, threw some pants and a hoodie on and flew down to the lobby and waited. I received a message asking me to come outside to meet her and walk her in since she was just as nervous as I was. God was she gorgeous. 5’4″, slim, and long brunet hair. She was dressed casually with jeans and a black hoodie that I knew was concealing more. After saying hello, I asked if she wanted to sit in the lobby and talk for a few minutes before going to my room. She responded by pointing to the elevator. At that moment I knew this was real and this was going to happen.
We arrived at my room and proceeded to sit and talk for a bit to ease the nervous tension. While talking about some basic things, she gave me a slightly predatory look telling me she knew my hand was slowly moving up her leg. I returned to her a mischievous grin as she tugged the bottom of her black v-neck cotton shirt down exposing the top of her black lace bra. Her eyes quickly darted down and closed as my hand, not so subtly, made it’s way to her left breast and started softly squeezing and circling. This was the beginning of the beginning as she removed her shirt and pants, I made quick work of the sexy lace bra and all that was left was her matching lace panties and gorgeous smooth skin. After I gently laid her back on the bed and ever so slowly remove her panties, she parted her legs to reveal the apex of her thighs desperately needing attention that I was all too happy to give.
Everything about me is late. I became successful late in life, I matured late, and my high sex drive arrived late. Because of this I am always ready to jump but I also have insane patience and I use this to my advantage and pleasure. I have fun torturing with pleasure which makes the act even better. This is important to know for the rest of this story.
As Kylie lay on the bed with her legs apart, I knew my time to do my pleasureful work had come and I couldn’t have been more ready. My start begins far away from where she wanted, but that’s the point. I start lightly kissing her ankle and start moving my way up. As I get close to the spot that she wants me to give attention to, I stop and, much to her pleasureful dismay, move down to her other ankle and begin my slow track up again. I arrive close to that spot again and again I pull away. She has suffered at my lips and deserves some pleasure but I was not prepared to give her exactly what she wants, not yet. As I slide my body up, my lips find her right nipple and my fingers finds the left. I start sucking and lightly biting with my mouth as my hand starts lightly pinching. Her low moans confirm my thoughts that she is enjoying this but it’s still not what she wants and I am still not prepared to give it to her… yet. As I move my body over so my mouth can move to the other side and I can switch hands. The moans started getting louder. After a few minutes, and my jeans being soaked in that area, it was time to give her the proper attention she desperately wanted.
I resumed my light kissing where I had previously left of on the inside of her thighs and worked my way up to the beautiful soft, wet skin at the apex and the moaning started louder again. The taste of her was so deliciously sweet that it took every ounce of my patience and self control to keep from taking her completely right then. Kylie began to moan and squirm as I lightly licked, and sucked on her labia. I had to hold my head back as she tried forcing my face in further as I started, still lightly, flicking her labia with my tongue then moving to her clitoris. She, again, tried forcing my face in further and this time I obliged and gave her everything my tongue had. Her moans peaked, her legs squeezed, and her hands were grabbing and directing my head. As she finished for the unknownth time, she pulled my head up by the hair and panted, “I’ve had this before but never this good. What are you doing that is so much better?” I gave her the most evil grin I could then stuck out my tongue. Her look of surprise was unforgettable as she saw my weapon of choice that she had failed to noticed before, the barbell in my tongue piercing. She smiled and pushed my head back down as she laid her head back down on the bed to enjoy a few more leg shaking climaxes. My face was soaked with her sweet juices.
Kylie had decided that it was her turn to have fun with me. She eased me back, slid off the bed, and dropped to her knees to retrieve the other thing she wanted. She unfastened my belt, jeans button, and zipper to find me rock hard. She started licking the tip and quickly moved to licking the whole shaft. Then she opened her mouth and took it all until her lips were at my base. She took it perfectly working it over with sucking, light teeth, and very remarkable tongue work. It took inhuman effort and control to not explode in her mouth. After a few minutes I stopped her and had her lay on the bed on her back with her head hanging off the edge. She knew what I wanted and was happy to do it considering what I did to her moments ago. She licked my tip a few time before grabbing me from behind and gently took all of me. Grabbing my hips, she repeatedly took me from tip to base and enjoys every second as my fingers soon found her nipples again. She took me and stopped every now and then to give attention to my attachment hanging below licking and gently sucking. She took me to places I have never been before, levels of pleasure I had never experienced.
The time had come, and she new it, for the other fun to begin. She got herself up and got on all fours on the bed with her beautiful vagina exposed towards me. She looked back and gave me that mischievous smile again. I moved close and gave her vagina a few light slaps with my penis before easing the tip into her. I paused for brief second before she rocked her hips back taking my full length all the way inside of her. The warmth and wetness of her was pure heaven. At her request, I grabbed a hip and her long hair and violently forced myself in and out of her. Her moaning was getting louder the rougher I got. In and out, balls slapping her, the loud moaning, the bed rocking, her climaxing time and time again, I almost thought it was a dream but a dream could not feel this good. She pulled forward releasing me from her heavenly pussy. After turning over on her back and hanging her head off the edge of the bed again, she reached up, grabbed my hips, and violently took the tip of my cock all the way to the back of her throat. Over and over again she took it like her life depended on it. She couldn’t get enough of it and I gladly let her have it.
While I wanted her to continue, she had been at it again for some time and I wanted to taste her again. I turned her around so she was on her back with her pussy facing me. Her legs lifted up then split wide leaving me to feast where I last left off. She was wanting so bad that I was gracious and got straight to business unleashing my tongue on her. Her whole body shook, her leg tightened up around my head, and her hands forced my head into her more and more. All the while my cock was getting harder and harder, I was waiting for us both to explode. Forcing her to release my head I got up, spread her legs again and slammed my cock straight to the back of her pussy with as much force as I could and held it there. Flexing the muscles in my cock and making it twitch inside of her I looked her in the eyes and asked, “how do you want it?” She replied “hard”. Raising one eyebrow and again adorning my evil, wicked grin, with a low guttural voice asked “how hard?” Her response was a grin that matched my own. That was answer enough and my cock started pounding her pussy as hard as I could using every ounce of energy I had. She lost it, moaning had returned adding whimpers, yelps and some screams. Harder and harder I pounded over and over. The impact was making the bed rock and bang against the wall and forcing her body to slide on the bed coverings. I was sweating profusely with sweat dripping off of my face onto her breasts. She reached up to my face and pulled it close to hers. She used her hands to wipe the sweat from my face and looked me in the the eye. Gone was the wicked evil look she had earlier, it had been replaced with an expression of pure joy and pleasure. Lifting her head to my ear, she gave it a little lick and suck then with a pleading whimpering whisper said “please… don’t… stop…” I have never been tested so hard in my life. Playing with my ear is almost an instant finish for me but I couldn’t, I wouldn’t finish yet. She wanted more and I wanted more. It was not the time to stop yet so I mentally clamped down as hard as I could and kept pumping her needing body as hard as I could while not finishing my self, it wasn’t easy. The look on her face, the sight of her breasts going up and down, watching my cock pulling out and penetrating her soaking pussy to a hard stop, it was a mental fight the whole time but on and on we went.
Finally the time had come where I could not hold off any longer. Once that feeling started, I knew how much longer I could go before I would cum and I stayed in her as long as I could and she knew it was coming too. At the last moment I pulled out, spun her around with her head off the edge of the bed again, and let her grab my hips to thrust my cock to the back of her throat again. My legs were starting to shake. Fuck that, my whole body was starting to shake. After five or six thrusts, and with a loud growl, I released. Throb after throb of cum spilling into her mouth she filled up. It was too much for her and got my cock out of her mouth letting me spill the rest wherever it landed. A few more throbs left a trail of cum from her chin all the way down to her pussy then more on the bed sheets. After swallowing all the cum in her mouth, she ever so slowly and gently took my cock back in her mouth for a few easy strokes and ended with a few kissed on the tip and a big smile. I couldn’t believe that just happened.
Looking at the clock she realized she was really late getting home… and I realized that we had been at it for FOUR HOURS!!! She quickly got cleaned up, dressed, and ready to go home. I was still sitting naked on the bed realizing what had just transpired. “Sean… Sean… SEAN… I have to go. He is going to be pissed that I am so late getting home”. Still in a daze I nodded my acknowledgement. She walked over to the bed, bent over, and kissed the tip of my cock a few times. “I really enjoyed that and I’m glad your job sent you here for the week.” “Thanks for answering my messages and I am glad you enjoyed it because I sure as fuck did.” Naked I walked her to the door (fairly empty top floor of the hotel) and saw her off watching her until she got on the elevator.
Walking back into my room I sat back down on the bed until deciding I probably should take another shower. Standing in the steaming hot water I started to feel regret for cheating on my wife. I love her dearly and would gladly take a bullet (or many bullets) for her but I have needs that she is unable to meet. As my mind mulled it over, as it tends to do, I came to two conclusions: 1. Doing what I did does not mean I love her any less. And 2: I will be doing this again.
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This story ended up being much longer than I originally intended but the details kept flowing so I thank those who have read the whole thing. As I said in the beginning, names, dates, and locations have changed for obvious reasons but what happened is 100% accurate. I have been looking for another encounter but it hasn’t happened yet. If it does happen… I’ll probably write another story.
Also, this is the first time I have done any sort of writing except essays in school so please give feedback even if it is constructive criticism.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fj5e63/mf_lonely_and_the_wanting_long_story
I like your story! Sorry to hear of your dilemma. For what it’s worth, I sympathize.