Note: So not going to lie, I posted this on another sub recently, so this is sort of a re-post. But I just found this sub and I think this post really belongs here. For those who have already read this, apologies. But hey, I plan to post new content soon!
Anyway, let’s get to the good shit. A couple weeks ago my husband went out of town, meaning I had our place completely to myself. I made it my goal to have a revolving door of people come over to fuck me while he was away. Sorry to disappoint you folks who get off on the cheating thing, but he’s very aware and supportive of my extramarital exploits. However, there is still something about fucking a bunch of people when you are married that feels extra dirty, even if they know. Even more so when you fuck your side pieces in your marital bed.
Back to the revolving door. I am on a lady kick right now, so I organized for a different woman to come over every night my husband would be away, three in all.
Night number one I invited over a relatively new fling of mine (we’ll call her D). I met her online and we’ve been hooking up for a month and a half now. She dances as a hobby so she’s really fit and has a killer ass. Like seriously her ass is unreal. She’s like 5’6, but I’m extra tall for a woman and have some curves so I’ve got half a foot and probably 30-50 lbs on her. This means I can toss her around a bit, so that’s been fun. She’s a slut just like me so we’ve been getting along and getting off just fine together.
We started the night with dinner and drinks because hey, a girl’s gotta eat –but we both knew what tonight was about: sex. There was just one small impediment…I was still on my period. This issue is always a sort of toss-up. Some people are into it, some people deal with it, some people can’t handle it. If you are in the last camp, you should probably skip this particular night in this account. If you are into it, you’re in for a treat.
Luckily D is in the first camp, she fucking digs it. So we make our way to the bedroom and lay down an extra sheet on the bed. I know myself and even though my cycle was nearing the end, my flow would still be a far cry from “light.” The sheet was probably not going to help much as far as the mess went, but it was something at least.
We made out for a bit and I found out that the height difference was rather helpful in some ways when it came to the PG-13 stuff. After quite a bit of grinding frustrations were high, so D started stripping off my clothes. Once she pulled off my underwear I knew there was one last barrier, my tampon. Barriers be damned, so I got up and took it out.
Once I returned and laid back down on the sheet D wasted no time. She was clearly ready to taste pussy no matter the state and started eating me out. Most people aren’t super down to earn their redwings, so this was fucking hoooooot. Before I knew it, I was jettisoning toward waves of multiple orgasms, especially after her fingers made their way into the mix. This girl was no innocent, she knew her way around a woman’s body.
After finger fucking me for quite a while she sat up and pulled her fingers out, surely she was cramping up a bit. At this point her face and hands were covered in red “war paint,” or at least that’s what she called it. She even used some of it to write dirty things on my inner thighs–branding me as the slut I was. Afterward, she made me lick her fingers to clean them off a bit. But we were far from done. It was time for me to return the favor.
I flipped her over and started eating her out. I love the taste of pussy and could lick and suck for hours if given the chance. It helps that I have extra soft lips and a super long tongue. I was pretty much born to eat pussy. Soon enough I had her screaming and convulsing, to the point where I was having a hard time holding her hips to my face. She’s super sensitive down there and real loud, so I would bet the neighbors heard. At this point I’m sure they know I’m not your average married woman. Eventually she told me to take a break. I could have and would have gone on longer, but her suggestion to stop made me remember that I wanted to be fucked more.
I already had a plan for where to head next. Last time I was at her place I brought a vibrator, but the battery was dead and I forgot the cord. It was a letdown, but I learned my lesson. Said vibrator was ready to go this time. I told her such and she was excited to finally use it on me. It was one of those two pronged ones where the long end goes inside of you and moves against your g-spot and the smaller nub goes on your clit and vibrates. So, I laid back down on the soiled sheet and spread my legs yet again. Between being aroused for so long at this point and the blood, the toy probably didn’t need lubed up, but we put a little on for good measure. She started by tracing the end along my opening and then slowly slipping it inside. She didn’t really need to start slow with the motions because my body and my words were begging for it. She rammed that fake vibrating cock into me like nobody’s business and I rode the waves of sexual release.
Eventually she stopped and pulled the vibrator out of me, a breather was needed for all. Small, red beads of fluid collected on the vibrator’s moisture repelling silicon tip. She licked some of it off and smiled. I shivered in response. Who was this fucking slut? A good one for sure.
We had both gotten off…a lot, but I wasn’t quite ready to call it a night quite yet. There was one more thing I wanted to do. I had yet another vibrator I wanted to test out. Not any ordinary vibrator. I recently purchased the new Magic Wand Rechargeable –The Holy Grail of vibrators. For those who have not experienced the Hitachi Magic Wand, the hype is absolutely real. If you’ve experienced the older version, I will also say that the new one is somehow even better. If I believed in God I would say he sent this machine it to women as an apology for all the shit we’ve gone through. Though he probably wouldn’t approve of the gay shit I was about to do with it.
I brought up the new vibrator and asked D if she wanted to try that one out on me as well. She said of course, but was amazed I could take more. I laughed and explained I could always take more.
So, she grabbed that beautiful white wand sitting on my dresser and after a quick lesson on the controls we gave it a whirl. All she had to do was place the tip of the wand on my clit and I was already careening towards orgasm yet again. At some point she said, “Oh my god you’re like a fucking pornstar, how can you take all of this?” I just laughed as a response. Like I said, I always want more. It’s a blessing and a curse. I got lost in the ecstasy for some time, climbing up and down the highest peaks of pleasure until I felt the wand and my clit getting hot from friction. It was time to stop before I hurt myself. Despite my desire for more, I do eventually have to call it at some point. Physical obstructions are an eventuality. And after all, I still had 2 days of fucking ahead of me.
I motioned for her to stop and could tell she was ready to just chill too. Time to clean up. I stood up and took a look at the scene. There were a couple huge bright red blotches in the middle of the bed from when I was laying down being fucked and another at the foot of the bed where my pussy was while I went down. These stains were glaring physical evidence of my “indiscretion” and sluttiness. As opposed to being annoyed at them and the inevitable scrubbing that would need to happen, I was excited. I was looking forward to washing those stains out the next day and getting opportunity to revel in the memories of the night before. Who knew the idea of laundry could be sexy.
Night 1 came to a close. 2 more nights to go.
The next day I woke up more than excited and still horny as fuck. My sex drive somehow manages to increase the more I go at it. My date left after we fucked the night before, but luckily I am more than skilled at getting myself off. So, I started my day by touching myself, followed by the laundry I had been looking forward. I giggled to myself as I washed out the stains. The process was just as satisfying as I thought it would be (Pro tip: hydrogen peroxide is wonderful for cleaning up after a bout of period sex). After a little more cleaning up, I was ready for more slutting.
However, I have some sad news…I failed. At least for the 3 for 3. I had a hot date lined up for night two, but sadly she had to bail for work reasons. She was a new person I had not met up with yet, so it was a gamble anyway. I’m sure we will still meet-up at some point, so perhaps I will be able to report back with that story soon…
My night by myself still turned out ok though. I got a lil’ fucked up, listened to music, made some art, and touched myself a whole bunch of course.
The next day I woke up feeling good. I figured two out of three ain’t bad. And I did save the best for last. My best friend (we’ll call her B for this story) was coming over for a good old fashion sleepover that night. Just for a little context, B is a drop-dead gorgeous, tall blonde with the best rack I’ve ever seen and ass for days. I love her for who she is as a person, but also like…damn.
Admittedly, sex for the two of us is definitely a mood thing and not a guarantee. I don’t mind this on the day-to-day because I need best friend time too. But I was on a slut mission this weekend. It needed to happen. 1 out of 3 would be an embarrassment.
Anyway, the plan we made for that night before I concocted my crazy sceme was to sit on the couch, binge watch TV, eat too many snacks, get drunk, stay up too late, talk about boys…and girls, paint our nails – all the normal sleepover stuff. But my slutty ass wanted this traditional sleepover to look more like what teenage boys imagine a girls sleepover looks like.
The first part of the night went as we planned, it was a TV watching, snack eating, gabbing, gigglefest. As it grew later, I started making some small moves to indicate I wanted the night to turn in a slightly different direction. Lucky for me, that was 100% the mood tonight.
So just what was I doing to change the energy in the room? Well. We were laying on my couch with our heads on opposite armrests. Our legs were spread open and our feet were on either side of each other’s heads. I was already rubbing her legs, but that was pretty normal for any hangout. I needed to go one step higher. So, I began stroking her inner thigh, softly and slowly right below the line where her shorts ended.
One important thing, B’s favorite thing is teasing. She likes it more than sex to be honest. With this stroking, I began the tease. And she more than leaned into it. Slowly but surely I did all sorts of small, but purposeful motions. Stroking her inner thigh, playing with the hem of her shorts, brushing my lips against her leg, tiny nibbles, etc. It didn’t take much before she started writhing a bit with my touches. I knew just how to push her buttons and I was going to push every goddamn one of them. At one point she twitches away and says, “You’re terrible.”
“Yep,” I responded honestly and continued to do what I was doing. She continued to squirm and started biting her lip. With every new touch her eyes fluttered.
Eventually she asks, “can we…take some photos and videos?” One more thing about B, one of her favorite sexy activities is sending inappropriate texts and pics to randos from the internet. She’s goddamn slut as well. And I love it.
Anyway, girl was ready to make some pornographic content, and like I was down. I’m always down for any sexy shit. We proceeded to tease the shit out of each other for like… hours. I didn’t even take off my clothes and she only halfway undressed, but still we managed to play cat and mouse for a goddamn long-ass minute. Making out, stroking, titty licking, choking, biting, slapping, sucking of all areas outside of the underwear area, anything that was not 100% sex we did for approximately 30 pictures and video clips.
But like, despite this being a fetish for her, teasing can only go so far. Eventually you have to fuck, and I was on a mission. Finally, I recommended we head to the bedroom. We both near sprinted at my suggestion.
At this point I was 1000% ready to fuck her brains out. I had a harness and a brand-new dildo that would certainly do the trick. It was time to test that bad boy out. I informed her of my intentions and she was down. She loves a good tease, but like this slut NEEDED to be fucked at this point. I grabbed my big duffel bag of sexy shit and pulled out all the stuff I needed to fuck her silly.
But before I strapped on my fake cock I wanted to feel her pussy. I wanted to feel her wetness and suck on her tits. After I pulled off her panties (finally) I slid my fingers right into that smooth, wet space between her legs. We’d been teasing for so long the insertion was met with an immediate moan of satisfaction. I fingered her for a bit while she writhed and moaned below me. Between my fingers inside of her and my lips on the upper half of her body she definitely hit a release point. However, knowing that she would have a limit, I knew I needed to darn the harness soon or say goodbye to that plan.
I removed myself from the scene for just a moment to suit up. First, I took the dildo (of a respectable, but not ridiculous size) and inserted it into the O ring. Next, I snapped it into the leather strap-on harness and tightened the straps so that I would have as much control over its movement as possible. Finally, it was time to fuck this slut to her brink. She was definitely ready. And the dildo was ready for its maiden voyage. Ready to lose its innocence by being thrust into a married woman, by another married woman, who were not married to each other. Sexual deviance at its finest. As I was about to slip that purple fake cock into B she made a final request: “I can film this?”
“Of fucking course” I responded. Get your rocks off sisterslut. We were in for a wild ride.
That little exhibitionist held her phone up to film me sliding into her, but after it was in and I began thrusting she had to call it a day on the filming thing. It was time to just dive into the moment.
After a little adjusting time, I figured out my new contraption and we were sailing smoothly, and roughly at the same time. I fucked her until she was incapable of words, and then back again. But despite me getting her there, that little slut wanted something one level higher.
Near breathless, B said, “I just really want it in my ass.”
Fuck yeah. I dug this new direction. And I had something I really wanted to do, but somehow had not done yet in my sexual history.
I fucked her in the “regular” fashion for a little longer, teasing in a very different way. But eventually it was time. A small amount of lube later and the dildo had found a similar, but new home. Upon insertion she moaned and said “fuck” in the sexiest way possible. This was indeed what she wanted.
I felt like it was not the vibe to take it slow, so I just sort of rammed it into her. This seemed to be the right choice, a steady stream of “fucks” issued from her mouth. We both swear like sailors when we are hitting points of extreme pleasure, so I knew I was doing the right thing.
Next up was the thing I had been wanting to try, but for some reason hadn’t happened for me quite yet. While I was fucking her ass like it deserved punishment, I took my fingers and stuck them in her pussy. I used my fingers to feel that part of her vaginal wall that ran parallel to her asshole. I felt me fucking her through a wall of pussy. It was glorious. A whole new level of sexual pleasure rushed through me. Fantasy achieved. And clearly it worked for her because the “fucks” and moans issuing from her mouth were plentiful.
As someone who is insatiable, I have to be careful while fucking not to get too carried away. So once I knew she had cum some…times. It felt right to pull out and check-in. It was pretty late, and I knew she might be nearing her finishing point, and I’m a slut so I wanted to be touched a bit too. It was time to change course.
Knowing that the dildo was spent for the night I put it somewhere for later cleaning and finally fully disrobed completely. I had been wearing underwear this whole time and my bits needed some attention paid to them. As soon as I laid down, girl was on it returning the favor. Finger fucking and pussy licking to the highest. I was happy to be touched and got off easy. Then again, I had already gotten off when I was fucking her. Getting people off most certainly gets me off. And it seems that was my mood tonight. I was definitely in a giving mood. As much as I wanted to be touched, I wanted the exchange. 69 time.
We flipped positions and ate each other out. I was on top for this and had a hard time not crushing her. Luckily we are approximately the same size and weight, because I was writhing and kicking above her. A smaller woman would have had a hard time with my many convulsions.
After this sex cycle came to a close, I figured we were done. I can always continue (again a blessing and curse), but I assumed she would be ready to call it a quits. Well, I was wrong. Apparently, my insatiable energy had rubbed off on her that night. She was ready for more.
Well, like I said, I was in the giving mode tonight and honestly, I’m always down to treat someone else. So, I decided it was time to just eat her out like it was going out of style.
I dove right in, licking, sucking, nodding, and humming. God, I love the taste of pussy. But I knew this girl was more about penetration, so quick enough my finger joined the mix. I stroked her g-spot and all the other spots and went to town on her clit. Meanwhile up and down the flow of pleasure she went, and I soaked up her ecstasy.
After a bit I checked-in again. Consent is important and I wanted to make sure she was still game. Surprisingly she still was. It appears she had caught my insatiability like a virus.
Insatiability is an interesting affliction. One with no cure, but you can certainly treat the symptoms. Luckily, I knew just how to treat this case.
I needed to step up my game one more time. I was excited, a challenge is always good. I went over to my big bag of sexy shit and pulled out a vibrator. As stated, this girl is about penetration, so I grabbed the rabbit style vibrator my date the night before had used to get me off. I intended to push the toy into her really, really hard.
I asked if she wanted me to fuck her senseless again, she said yes. With that round of confirmation I lubed up the vibrator and started going at it yet again. Between my ministrations and the vibration from the toy she came yet again. I checked-in yet again, to which she responded, “I can’t stop cumming.”
Fuck.
Well, honestly, what a statement. I am sort of getting off just thinking about this as I write. What’s better than wearing someone else out? Getting them off so good they can’t stop and don’t want to.
Alright. Time to go full blast. No brakes.
I kept fucking her with that vibrator, and she just kept cumming… Eventually I turned off the vibration because it was getting in the way of me ramming that thing into her as she screamed over and over.
Eventually I noticed daylight peeking through the curtains in my bedroom. Not just dawn, straight up daylight. We’d been fucking for…God knows how long. So, I pushed that thing into her for one last huge orgasm and pulled it out. It was time to call it, this night clearly had no “end.” It was probably good that she wasn’t normally like this. If everyone were like me, no one would get anything done but fucking.
I checked the time. We’d be going at it for 5 or 6 fucking hours… We started late and ended in the straight-up morning. It was really time for a rinse off and bed.
After cleaning up and jumping back in bed for a snuggle, I couldn’t help but grin with contentment as I drifted off to sleep. 2 out of 3 certainly wasn’t bad. And I had saved my best girl for last.
The next day we laid in bed until the afternoon and heck, we got off a couple more times because why not. Eventually she went home and I continued to touch myself like a little slut.
My husband arrived home late that night. We were fucking within 10 minutes of him getting home from his trip. I didn’t even have a chance to change the sheets that day. He fucked me on sheets soaked with who knows what.
If you’re like me, the sex you have with a partner right after sex with another person (or people for that matter) is always some of the best, for one reason or another. I certainly got it good those few days, and he treated me to a little extra the next couple of days as well. As much as I love pussy, I love cock as well. Variety is the spice of life.
At the end of the day, why settle for one person or one gender when you can have more. Everyone out there, treat yourself to all of life’s pleasures while you still have air in your lungs. You never know how long that life of yours is going to last.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iqelft/i_f_challenged_myself_to_fuck_a_different_girl
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Amazing story! Please keep writing.