from work trip ONS to long-distance fuckbuddy [FM]

(head down to xxxxx for the juicy stuff)

My husband and I (F 34) have a wonderful friendship and intellectual partnership, but we’re quite incompatible sexually. He’s great at going down on me, but not particularly gifted in the size department. While we do have sex it’s very vanilla… I’ve tried to encourage him (repeatedly, and as gently as possible) to be a bit naughtier, to pin me down or dominate me, but he’s incredibly weirded out by even the hint of a kink. Plus, I’m more sexually experienced than he is — I was the second and final person he’d ever had sex with when we tied the knot many years ago, while I’ve had about 20 sexual partners.

Anyway, before this pandemic happened, both of us travelled very often for work. I’d travel every two months, and my husband would travel at least twice a month. I began to crave getting a sexual fix during our times apart. I would go on Tinder in cities I knew I could be pretty anonymous in, give myself a different name, and make it clear I just wanted an exciting fuck. I would look out for men who were confident, slightly arrogant, extroverted and garrulous — because I knew I’d never be emotionally attracted to any of them, but that they would dominate me in exactly the way I wanted to be dominated in bed. This is about the first time this happened.

I was in London for a work trip two years ago. It was close to the end of the year and getting a little chilly. After my work conference ended, I had a free day left to wander the city. When browsing Tinder, I’d started chatting with a good-looking British man in his early 40s — dirty blonde hair, easy smile, crinkly eyes, about 6’1″, not intimidatingly athletic but in good shape. I’m about 5’6″ and 130lbs, curvy with smaller boobs but have been told I’ve got a good ass, and I’m a long-distance runner who runs 2-3 times a week, enjoys hiking and cycling. Not petite, but in decent shape as well.

This man — let’s call him Daniel (obviously not his real name) — and I strike up a cheeky conversation on Tinder. He ends up giving me a call while I’m out with a couple friends at a pub for dinner, and I’m a sucker for a posh British accent. We flirt a bit over the phone and I remember laughing at him saying that he likes to hear people out to make sure I’m not a serial killer. He invites me for a nightcap at one of his favourite pubs. I’m standing outside in the cold in my puffy coat, feeling decidedly unglamorous, my nose and cheeks pink, and I see him sail over on his bicycle. His eyes light up when he sees me and he gives me a quick peck on the cheek. He’s got a bit of a two-day old beard, just the right amount of scruffy charm.

Once we’re cozied up at a table, we make small talk and start downing drinks. We take turns buying rounds — he’ll buy a round, then I’ll buy a round, and I’m getting really tipsy and aroused. In the middle of a conversation, he pauses and says: “You know, you’re gorgeous — so much prettier than your photos.” I flush scarlet — it’s been years since any man apart from my husband has paid me this much attention. He suggests walking over to another speakeasy around the corner. It’s dark and got plenty of nooks in the shadows. I’ve gained some liquid courage at this point, and we share a really deep, heated kiss. He’s cupping my neck and the back of my head and I feel myself getting wet. He starts playing with my hands and fingers, stroking them and kissing them. “I love your hands,” he says. We walk over to the bar to order a drink, and he grabs my ass while we’re at the counter, rubbing his hand between my legs and then feeling up my waist. “You’ve got a really good body, too,” he grins. We can’t keep our hands off each other at this point, and I reply, “You’ll just have to wait to see it later.” I ask him how far away he lives, and he says he can cycle the both of us home through London in about ten minutes. I hop on the back of his bike and hold on to him as we sail through London: it’s almost Christmas and all the lights are up and even for this skeptic it’s pretty enchanting.

xxxxx

The moment we get into his apartment, Daniel pins me against the wall and kisses me so forcefully I can hardly breathe. My underwear is soaked through at this point. He puts on some music and we drift into the living room, where he sits himself down on his couch.

“I want you to strip me for me,” he says.

Shyly, I back into the centre of the living room — the curtains aren’t drawn so anyone can look into the apartment, but he doesn’t seem to care. I slowly peel my skinny jeans off, and the grey sweater I was wearing. I’m left in my lacy black bra and gauzy black panties. He leans back, taking everything in. Then he gets up and bends me over, and I can feel the front of his jeans digging into my ass from how hard he is. He yanks off my underwear and shoves his fingers into my pussy and I gasp in shock. He yanks me upright by my hair.

“You are so fucking wet,” he whispers in my ear, as he plunges his fingers inside me again and again, while toying with my clit. I’m trembling and moaning at this point, completely naked in his living room while he’s completely clothed. I kneel down in front of him and unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. He is so hard — he’s got a good, thick cock, about 6 inches, and I take it in my mouth greedily. He starts fucking me in the face, holding my head and plunging his cock in and out of my mouth until I’m almost choking, my saliva trickling out from the edges of my mouth.

“Please,” I gasp when he pulls out, “I want you inside me.”

“No, not yet.”

He forces me onto the ground and pins my wrists down over my head as he shoves his cock into my mouth again and again. Then he flips me over and starts licking my ass — it’s the first time anyone’s ever done that to me and I’m practically convulsing with desire at this point. I’m kneeling, bent over, my cheek is pressed into the carpet, and I can hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper and then I can feel the tip of his head as pushes himself inside me, his cock ramming against my cervix. He groans: “You are so tight.” He starts thrusting and thrusting himself deep into my dripping wet pussy. He spanks me several times, hard, and I remember begging him to spank me again and again, because I’ve been a bad girl. I’m on the verge of having an orgasm, but he says I need his permission to cum. “Please, I’m going to cum,” I gasp – I can barely speak.

“No, you can’t cum until I tell you to,” he says.

“Please,” I beg, “please let me cum.” I’m almost seeing stars at this point and I can feel my pussy contracting over his cock.

Daniel flips me over and I lift my hips up to him, my ankles on his shoulders. He starts kissing my calves and toes as he’s fucking me. He leans over me to nuzzle my breasts and lick my hard nipples. He starts kissing and biting my neck, and I’m afraid he’ll leave marks, but I’m being fucked too hard to care. At this point I’m gasping and moaning so loudly I’m sure his neighbours all know we’re fucking. He tells me he wants to cum in my mouth, and that I’m going to swallow it. I nod because I can barely speak. I’m covered and slicked in sweat. My back is against the couch and he’s standing over me as he pushes his cock into my mouth and lets out a shudder as my mouth fills with his cum. I swallow all of it. We flop over, panting, onto the carpet, and lie there for a while in the middle of all our clothes. He strokes my back and pushes the sweaty strands of hair out of my face. From years of a repressed sex life — this was one of the most explosive and incredible sexual encounters I’ve ever had.

xxxxx

When I go to get a drink of water I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and all my eyeliner has smudged and I have huge raccoon eyes, and it makes me laugh. I clean myself up and walk back, naked, into the living room. He’s opened the window and is smoking a cigarette, and he offers me a drag. It’s cold from the winter air outside and I can feel my nipples hardening. But I tell him I need to head back — I’m crashing at a friend’s place — and he’s disappointed that I don’t want to spend the night, partly because I have an early flight the next morning. “Wow, I feel used,” he says, “Miss Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma’am.” But he’s a gentleman and doesn’t push me into anything. He walks me to the nearest tube station and sneaks a couple of ass grabs, chuckling when I start blushing.

I have zero emotional interest in Daniel, but during the pandemic we’ve turned into long-distance sexting buddies and it’s been good steamy fun on the sly — maybe once every 3-4 months or so. He’ll send me a filthy message out of the blue and sometimes I’ll need to excuse myself to go to the bathroom to masturbate just to relieve the sexual tension. If the pandemic eases up later next year, it’s likely I’ll be posted to London and I can’t wait to have a good secret fuck with him now and then. I’ve since established two more fuck buddies in [Australia](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iefeqi/he_m_fucked_this_cheating_wife_f_raw/) and Germany and might post about them in the future… always good to have a handsome man in every port…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iefcex/from_work_trip_ons_to_longdistance_fuckbuddy_fm