Full story of our (30s) bull (20s) coming over. [MF]

[Note: I’ve written out the full story now. I’m including the first part for reference]

This just happened last night, and I’m still horny and shaking, tbh. I jotted down my memories late last night when they were in bed together, so I could remember as much as I could.

Our marriage dynamic has changed a lot this past year. My wife, Sara, and I are in our mid-thirties, and have been together for several years. For complicated reasons, my Sara’s libido has skyrocketed this year, while mine has not, causing significant tension due to the difference in sex drives. We ended up opening up our relationship, and Sara has a much younger fwb, Mark, who’s as sexually insatiable as she is. Mark and Sara don’t really have anything in common other than sex (he’s a stereotypical former frat jock, and she’s a highly educated professional) but they are extremely sexually compatible. Our own relationship had improved a lot because I feel less pressure to constantly have sex with her (I enjoy sex, but just not as often as she needs it).

A few months into our new arrangement, and I noticed that my sexual dynamic with my wife has been changing. She seems more impatient with me during sex, and we’ve more or less stopped having penetrative sex, due to her lack of response or interest in it. I still make her cum from oral sex, which I enjoy giving. She’s started giving me instructions to do things the way Marl does, and hinting that he is better (I mean, it’s not surprising). At first, I was hurt, but I’ve started to become turned on by it. Finally, we started talking more openly about this, and Sara said that she has started to feel more and more resentment towards me for not satisfying her as well as Mark does, but she didn’t say anything since she realizes it’s mean and shitty, and not my fault. I told her that I’m open to exploring a cuckold dynamic, where she can be more open about teasing and humiliating me.

We’ve since had mind-blowing sex, where I go down on her, and finger her, while she tells me about things Mark does, and how much better he is, and how much he turns her on. She has cum harder doing this than she has with anything else we’ve tried, and I have been very turned on by this, too.

She brought this up with Mark, who said he was open to being involved in it. We texted back and forth, when he checked in with me, and I assured him I’m okay with it. We made plans for him to come over last night (we’ve been in a pod together for months).

Sara was submissive and subdued and distracted all day, and she wore extra heavy makeup, and this tight slinky black dress with this strappy bra from VS. It turned me on to see how much of an effort she makes for Mark.

He came over around 7 pm. When he knocked at the door, Sara answered, and literally jumped onto him. He held her ass and her legs wrapped around him as they kissed. I could see how muscular his arms were. Sara’s petite, but I was still impressed with how comfortably he handled her.

We went into the living room, and Mark sat down. He told me to bring a couple of beers for him and Sara, and a water for myself. I obliged. When I came back, she was seated on his lap, with her legs spread wide. Her panties were on the floor, and her shaved vulva was exposed and glistening. He was caressing her clit while he kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. His other hand was holding her neck. Her eyes were rolled back, and she was gently groaning.

“You’ve been craving this for so long, haven’t you?” He asked her. “You want to show your husband how sexual you are with a real man?” She kept moaning and groaning in response. My pants were straining from my erection. I sat down and watched him tease her body, and she started begging him to let her cum. He kept saying “not yet, baby girl, feel it building,” and then she’d whine. Her body was squirming uncontrollably.

This went on for at least half an hour, and Sara was starting to cry softly out of horniness. Her mascara was running down her cheeks. Finally, Mark slipped his fingers inside her, and told her to cum. His other hand reached down and started playing with her nipple.

Sara’s body started convulsing in a way I had never seen before. Her legs were shaking, and she started squirting while she was yelling unintelligible things. After a minute, her orgasm started to subside, and he slowly pulled out his fingers. He called out to me to come over. He brought them to my mouth. “Taste how horny I make her,” he said. She giggled as I sucked his fingers. I could taste my wife.

“Has he ever made you feel that good?” Mark asked her. “No, never,” Sara groaned. “Who’s better?” He asked. She answered immediately, without any hesitation or regret: “you, a million fucking times over.” She groaned and started sucking his neck. She kept repeating “You are so fucking amazing,” as she wriggled against his body. I went and sat back down.

Mark caressed her and kissed her while she recovered, then he told her to get on the sofa and “show him how you like it best.” She groaned, she pulled off her dress and I strapped her bra. She was on her hands and knees on the sofa in what felt like seconds.

Mark slowly stripped, and I felt my stomach sink. He was so fit, with lean muscle all over. His dick was also huge. He grabbed a condom from his backpack and slipped it on. He smirked at me, and climbed on the sofa, pressing his cock head against Sara’s hole. “Which hole should I use this time, baby girl,” he growled. “Whatever you want, daddy,” she groaned, almost sobbing. “I need you so bad.” She had never called me daddy in bed, nor was I aware that she into that.

Sara kept bucking her hips to take his cock. He spanked her ass. “Not yet, baby girl. Who decides when I fuck you?”

Sara groaned out loud, and started sobbing. “Please daddy I need you. I need you so bad. I’m so wet and horny. Please!” She was shaking all over, and seemed in this different headspace.

Finally, he grabbed her hips, and slipped inside her pussy. She was so wet I heard him slide all the way in. Her eyes opened wide, and she yelled “Fuck!” And came, her whole body shaking. He held her by her hips as the rest of her body shook and collapsed on the sofa. As she recovered, he started getting into a rhythm, fucking her faster. His hips were incredibly flexible, and with each stroke he’d pull almost all the way out, and then slam back in. I had never heard her so wet. She came so many times I lost count.

He groaned that he was close, and pulled out. She groaned in disappointment. He flipped her over on her back. She looked up at him with an expression that made me jealous. He leaned down and kissed her, and her hands stroked the back of his neck. “Hold me when you cum,” she moaned. “Breed me, please.” I was so turned on, that I didn’t object, but Mark held fast. “No, baby. We always use condoms.” She groaned, but didn’t say anything.

He entered her against, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, as his hips slapped against her. She cried out and writhed and scratched his back up as she came several more times (by contrast, when we were having regular PVI, she would cum twice or three times during a really good session.

“Does Sam fuck you like this?” Mark growled. Sara laughed between moans. “Fuck, no. You’re so amazing.” She kept whimpering as he pounded her. Finally he started to groan, as e thrust a few final times. The two of them stayed tangled together like that for several minutes, while Sara muttered things. I thought I heard her say “I love you,” but I may have misheard. I was so unbelievably turned on. It hurt a lot, emotionally, but also felt amazing. Finally, Mark pulled out, and pulled the condom off.

“Please Daddy, can I have it” Sara cooed.

“Should I give it to you or to Sam?” He asked her. She laughed. “He doesn’t deserve you, baby. Please. I need it.” He laughed and gave her the condom, she turned it inside out in her mouth, and swallowed his cum hungrily. They cuddled on the sofa for a bit. She kept kissing him and asking him to hold her tight. Finally, they got up, and he took her hand. “Let’s go to bed,” he told her. “Should he come?” He asked her.

Sara looked over at m absently, as if she had forgotten I was there. “No, Daddy, I want it to be just the two of us. He can sleep on the sofa. You don’t mind, baby, do you?” She asked. I was almost too turned on to speak. “That’s fine,” I said. “Have fun.”

Sara laughed and kissed Mark. The two of them went to the bedroom, while I got the sofa ready.
They fucked the entire night. I was so turned on, and lost track of how many times I masturbated.

This morning, she woke up first and made him coffee and breakfast. She was sweet but distant with me. He ate his breakfast and they kissed some more. She wanted more sex, but he had to go. She finally let him go, and went back to the bedroom to get some more rest.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jutxjb/full_story_of_our_30s_bull_20s_coming_over_mf