Hi again! In part 1 I describe how I met Alyssa and her husband and how we built some tension at the bar before heading to their place. I have permission from Alyssa to include some pics, but am still working on getting them Reddit-verified.
[Here’s a link to part 1.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jfrwjb/mf_a_reddit_hotwife_for_christmas_pt_1/)
A couple recaps of our descriptions, and then on to the sexy bits!
About Alyssa: Straight up, 26 year old goddess. 5’6, slender waist with beautiful hips, and a great ass with just the right amount of jiggle. (“It’ll shake for a whole two seconds if you spank it. We timed it!” She proudly informed me) She has lovely handful sized breasts with bar piercings, and a healthy mop of shoulder length black curly hair. Wide, dark, deep brown eyes that just suck you in. Full lips that beg to be kissed. And the cutest cherubic cheeks that make her look so innocent…even though, as I very quickly learned, she was anything but. Alyssa also has a beautiful collection of tattoos…really artfully done. Not the standard “fairy, music note, hummingbird” that you see on every 20 year old these days.
About Me: I’m 34, 6’, 180, good shape, shaved head, blue eyes. Standard, cookie cutter good looking, bearded, bald white dude.
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When Alyssa met me at the door, she was clad in the Christmas lingerie I’d seen in the post. A sheer, red, lacy body suit, crotchless, with garters attached to the fishnet stockings she’d worn to the bar. A tiny red g-string. I could see her nipple piercings poking through the fabric. Her cheeks were flushed. “Merry Christmas,” she said with a smile and welcomed me in. Her husband offered me a beer. Absolutely.
We kissed again. Deeper this time. With my hands running all over her bare ass, my fingers tangled in her thick hair, our lips coming together like magnets, our tongues locked and dancing, and when I pulled back it was like a man gasping for air after being held underwater. Her kisses were intoxicating and overwhelming.
Quickly we moved to the living room. It was lit only by the twinkling strand lights of the Christmas tree, so there was a kind of cool semi-darkness to it, made a little grungier by the electronic soul / hip hop playing on the stereo. She led me by the hand to the center of the room and wasted no time taking off my pants. I stood in front of her as Alyssa sat on the red leather ottoman in her skimpy red lingerie with her cute face and that head of hair and just inhaled my cock. I mean inhaled. Like it was air and she was drowning. Going all the way to the base ass I stiffened in her mouth and sucking the tip with an audible pop on her way back up. This was one of those “good blowjobs.” You know, the kind where a woman knows how to give great head, is excited to give great head, and wants to show you what she’s got.
I grab a handful of her hair by the root and pull my dick out. Holding her still as she’s almost panting with desperation to get her lips back around me. Slapping her lightly across the cheeks with my engorged shaft, I asked “You like having a new cock to play with?” She looked up at me with those deep brown eyes, and replied in a deep, breathy, animal tone, “I loooove it.”.
She’d moan as she bobbed back and forth – this deep, satisfied, back of the throat moan. The kind that tickles just right and makes my eyes roll back in my head. She paused to look up at me with this slutty sweet smile, those big cheeks, drool and spit dripping from her the corners of her mouth, one hand slowly jerking me off…”You have a taaaasty dick,” with a little giggle…and then right back to moaning and deepthroating and jerking me off in all the best ways. it was kind of amazing, really, the way she could smile with just her cheeks and her eyes while she took all of my cock in big long swallows.
I reached down to knead her tits and pop them free from the bodysuit…Fuck. These were lovely tits. Perky. And just a good soft wonderful awesome handful with soft brown nipples and these beautiful horizontal bar piercings that were just begging to be rolled between my fingertips. I wouldn’t say that I’m into body piercings per se, but I most definitely am into the kind of woman who is into loving her body and expressing it creatively in a way that feels true and beautiful to her. And this was the hottest goddamn pair of creative expressions I’d ever had the pleasure of squeezing, that’s for sure.
A couple times I let out a little laugh. Overwhelmed by all of it – the situation, the sensations, the way the universe has a funny way of working things out. I’m getting a world class blowjob by this gorgeous young hotwife slut. Also, it’s freakin Christmas, so that adds a layer of surrealness to the whole thing. And oh yeah, in the scarce moments when my attention is not lazer beam focused on Alyssa, if I look up, there’s her husband filming the whole thing. Waddalife.
I had to taste her. Standing Alyssa up, I bent her over so that she was facing her husband on the couch and her palms were resting on the ottoman. Kneeling down behind her, I peeled her g-string down her strong, smooth legs, revealing a beautiful peach of a shaved pussy glistening with wetness. After taking a deep breath to savor the view, I placed my hands on her hips, using my thumbs to ever so slightly spread her ass cheeks as I buried my face in her, my tongue making long slow strokes up and down her labia. Her scent was incredible. She was so wet she was dripping. I sloppily sucked on each of her pussy lips in turn as she moaned into her husband’s lap. My tongue ran circles around her clit in time with the EDM music filling the living room.
Then she was kneeling in front of me while I sat on the couch with my cock in her mouth. As she closed her eyes, moaning her soft sweet moan, I looked over at her husband beside me. He was still filming, with a big grin on his face. Somewhere along the way he’d lost his pants as well. I could see a small cage with a lock, and a penis mashed up inside. All I could do was laugh to myself and grin right back at him. Oh, Reddit, the places you’ll go…
I pulled her up to do some 69’ing on the couch. There’s this divine moment when Alyssa straddles my face, lowers herself down on me, and I get the most delicious overwhelming intoxicating mix of scents and sex and desire and <i>woman<i> that hits my fucking caveman brain in all the right spots. My dick was painfully hard in her mouth…she’d worked up a great rhythm and she knew how to take me all the way down to the hilt. But my face was smothered with her delicious wetness, her plump smooth lips, so goddamn smooth. And I could <i>hear<i> her sloppy blowjob going on somewhere in the distance, and I <i>knew<i> in the back of my mind that the amazing sensation I was feeling was my cock hitting the back of her throat again and again…but all of that may as well have been on another planet. I was lost in that pussy. Like Moses in the desert lost. Actually, that’s a pretty apt analogy because…y’know…desert, thirsty man, wet pussy. All I wanted was to tease and please and suck and play with her in this exact position until I could feel her cumming on my face. And when she did – as my tongue traced a steady rhythm of ABCs back and forth across her swollen clit – when she did cum, her whole body shook and pulsed and clenched and unclenched with this feral intensity. She moaned into the base of my pelvis as she came with this fierce release of all that physical and psychological and sexual tension that had built up. She groaned into me, the vibrations sending chills all through my body. And I smile a big dumb smile as I find that deep masculine satisfaction -“fuck yeah, I just made this hot chick cum.”
I slipped her off me, flipped her onto her back. She lost the bodysuit, leaving only the fishnets, her pale skin, her beautiful tattoos, her legs open wide and her big brown eyes imploring me to fill her up. Husband, filming all the while, gave me a nod. I put on a condom and proceeded to rub the underside of my erection against her clit. Slowly, with good pressure, up and down, back and forth, as we held eye contact. We smiled at each other, enjoying this last bit of a tease before we both got what we desperately wanted. Finally I pressed the head of my cock to her pussy and just slipped it in, feeling a delicious pop, that heavenly sensation of warm wetness, and her walls squeezing me so tight. So goddamn tight. Like she’d been custom fit to my dick. Again, it was her moans that were the hottest thing. Her breathy panting, her audible satisfaction, how into it she was…sometimes she had her eyes closed, sometimes she was looking right at me, but the soundtrack of her sensual sighs made the whole thing unforgettable. Even more than that, it was like we were breathing together. Like our rhythm and bodies and energy were just synced up. As I increased my pace and depth, there was a sloppy, slurpy sound that accompanied the cadence of my balls slapping against her ass…(I find that this sound is best described in the song WAP as “macaroni in a pot”). I alternated between a deep rough pounding, an excruciatingly slow and sensual rhythmic stroking, and brief breaks to to suck and tongue her clit
After who knows how long, still full of energy and hungry for more she asked “Do you want to move to the bedroom?” Honestly I barely knew where we were I was so into it, and I could have fucked her on the couch until I passed out from dehydration, but a little leverage would be nice…”Yep, let’s go to bed!” I smacked her ass as she leapt up and bounded off..
She’s on the bed on all fours, her back arched, her ass held high up in the air and wiggling at me ever so slightly. Is there anything better than walking into a room to find a woman wet, assuming the position, and waiting for you? (We’d deliciously explore this further in a future scene…) She’s looking back at me over her shoulder with that big smile. I waste no time walking up behind her, grabbing a big handful of her hair to pull her head back, and stuffing my cock all the way inside her. This time her moan was more of a scream, like something had been unleashed inside her. I didn’t hold back, pumping her deep and hard and rough, slapping her ass hard enough to leave bright red handprints. She fell down onto her forearms, burying her face in the mattress, arching her back even more as I slowed my pace for a breather to run my hands up and down her back, scraping my fingers along her skin, kissing her tattoos, softly nibbling at the nape of her neck.
And then more. Rougher. Harder. Grabbing her arms, pinning them behind her back, resuming a deep and steady rhythm, syncing up with her body and the way she’s throwing her hips back at me, trying to give just as good as she’s getting. “Oh god, oh god, oh god” she’s muttering in a blissful sexual stream of consciousness, and all of a sudden I feel her pussy tightening around my cock. A flood of warmth rushes down my shaft and pools on the bed. She’s white knuckling the bed sheets, her body is shaking. I just stop enjoying the view, the subtle pulsing of her around my dick as she catches her breath and the quivering slows.
Here’s my favorite part. At this point the husband, who has otherwise been mostly quiet and in the background for this whole encounter, excitedly pipes up and asks “Did he do it, babe?!” I make a little frown of confusion. “Uh huh, he did,” Alyssa replies with a big smile. He gives her feet a little tickle and she squeals with delight. “Dude!” He gives me a high five *while I’m still inside his wife*. “You’re the only other guy who’s ever made her cum from penetration!” I laugh. If that ain’t a big fucking ego booster, I don’t know what is.
We fucked for a little while longer in the missionary position. This was much more sensual…longer strokes…more gyration…deep eye contact…long breaks for kisses. I would rarely say this about sex with a stranger, but this was a lot more like making love….aaaaaand this is where it ended…
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Alyssa excused herself to go to the bathroom, husband followed her out. I laid on their bed, luxuriating in the relaxed sensations of my body, grateful for the fortuitous set of circumstances that had led me here, and trying to figure out what I’d do with her next…
…when they came back, Alyssa announced in an apologetic tone, “Heyyy, so we’re going to have to call it for the night. He’s feeling kind of uncomfortable.”
“Totally not a problem!” I eagerly replied, meaning it. “Always play to the level of the least comfortable person in the room.”
I could see any anxiety or tension just melt off of both of them. “Oh my god,” Alyssa said, “that’s so exactly what we’d hoped you’d say.”
“Hey, I get it. There are a lot of feelings that fly around in these kinds of situations. Things can get weird. It’s always better when people communicate that and take care of it right away.” The three of us shared a hug.
After a bit of cleanup and getting dressed, we sat around their dining room table, had some beers and shared a bowl, and talked it out a little. Husband had felt a little left out at the end, like we’d strayed a bit from the scene / dynamic he’d had in mind. Alyssa was basically glowing, the aura of her feminine energy and sexual satisfaction radiating off of her. All of us feeling satisfied with our conclusion, I gathered my stuff, gave Alyssa one last kiss, and headed home. Merry Christmas, indeed.
If you’re keeping track – that’s right, I didn’t cum. But Alyssa more than made up for that next time…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jgak8s/mf_a_reddit_hotwife_for_christmas_part_2
Did you ever get to post her pics ?