I’ve been telling you about my continuing adventures with my wife “Valerie.” Presently, I have come home to her every day, but today’s memory comes from the day we packed up her tiny apartment’s contents and moved them into a place big enough for everyone.
It had been an amazing year for me. Not only was work going great and my kids were living with me, but I had Val. We had come to a very important place in our lives. While we were still uneasy with the idea of being married again, we knew we wanted all of us to be together. So, it was decided that her and her son would join me and mine.
When it was time to do the heavy lifting, everyone pitched in and in no time at all our house was full of love… and boxes of shit everywhere.
With the kids away at grandparents houses, it fell to Val and I to unpack. We set to work and before long we had enough put away to warrant a break. “Look what I found.” Val said. In her lap was a large decorated box. It was her picture box from when we were seniors. She then proceeded to tease me over the fact that my wardrobe hadn’t changed since 2002. Fyi, blue jeans and t shirts are timeless. I pulled out a picture of her from back in the day. “What about this, huh?” I waived the Polaroid in the air. “Oh my god!” She laughed. In the picture, there I was in my usual attire, but her outfit was something else. Dark eye makeup, black lipstick, black corset, and red plaid miniskirt. Yes my friends, my Val was the goth queen of our high school.
“Oh, she’s still in here,” she said “I just dress like a grown up now.” I laughed at her. “Too bad,” I started, “I wouldn’t mind it at all if you still dressed like this.” She got this look on her face as if I just challenged her. “You keep putting this stuff up, I’ll be back.” And with that, she disappeared into the bedroom.
She was back there for almost an hour. Finally, she called out “close your eyes.” I complied and waited for her to come out. “Okay, open them.” I opened my eyes to Val standing in front of me. She had changed into a tight corset and skirt with fishnets. Black eyeliner and shadow now adorned her face and her lips a dark red where they were a lovely pink to begin with. “Well, do I still got it?”
Now here was a sight to behold. The woman who i loved had turned herself back into the girl I used to fantasize about in high school. “Damn baby, it’s still a good look on you.” She came in closer and pressed her body against mine. “I used to dream about you leaving those dark lip prints all over me.”
“Oh really? I used to have a similar fantasy.” She began pulling off my shirt. She kissed down my neck and chest, making sure to leave her marks. “I used to think about getting my lipstick all over your dick.” She dropped to her knees and looked up at me with a wink. She unzipped my jeans and my cock sprang out instantly hard. “Mmmm, that looks delicious.” She began to kiss from tip down my shaft and back up. Looking down in her eyes as she teased me, I was in awe. She then took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue all around it. A dark circle began to form around my cock. She took more of me in and slowly pulled back before going further. She stopped at half to leave another mark before taking my cock back out.
She stopped to admire her work so far. “Looks good,” she said, “let’s see how far I can go.” She stroked my cock before wrapping her lips around me again. She grabbed my hips and pulled herself further, taking my whole length in. She pushed herself to the point of tears forming before she pulled off again. I let out a very loud and drawn out fuck. She kissed the tip again and inspected the three rings of lipstick. “What do you think baby?” She smiled up at me while still lightly stroking me.
“I think you’re beautiful and so fucking hot.” She started to stroke faster. “So glad you feel that way.” The slow tease was over now. She took my cock and went wild sucking it. Her head bobbed frantically as she went. Her tongue glided along my shaft as she pulled me in further.
She reached up for my hands and placed them on her head. My fingers gripped her hair and I began gently thrusting. She sighed contentedly as I fucked her mouth. She lightly squeezed my balls as she looked up at me. Her eyes smiled as her finger tips dug into my hips. She must have felt the twitching of my dick start. She unzipped her corset and let her beautifully pail tits fall out. She raised herself up and pushed her breasts together as I moaned and grunted. I could feel my balls get tighter and I began to shoot my load.
I stopped thrusting and she took back over. She slowly sucked me until I was completely finished. Val kept her lips wrapped tightly around my cock as she pulled it out. Only a little cum dripped out and down her cleavage as she swallowed the rest. “That was…mmm.” she said. She stood back up and gave me a peck on the lips. “I’m gonna go clean back up, you finish this box and then come eat me out.”
I nodded and tried to focus enough to pull up my pants. I quickly finished unpacking and rushed to the bedroom to return the favor.
And so, it has become a monthly tradition for six years now. When ever the kids are away, she gets decked out in her gothy finest, and we spend that whole weekend indulging.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jto7n7/i_get_val_to_let_her_inner_goth_back_out_m_f