[MF] My wife’s previous encounter with a married man

My wife, Jen, is 34 years old and the mother of our kids. We live a very boring and routine life these days. But sometimes, after a few glasses of wine, she tells me stories about her life before we met. I’d like to share one of them with you.

Jen’s professional background is in art, and she previously worked in the NYC art gallery world. She comes from a conservative upbringing in the midwest, but this crowd was the total opposite. The art scene was sustained by party after party, and no expense was spared. Unlimited alcohol and party drugs were almost everywhere. People casually dated and broke up within the community all the time. As an example, my wife had slept with a total of 2 people by the end of college. During the 3 years she lived in New York, she slept with 15 more.

There are many great stories that I hope to eventually share, but tonight I’d like to tell you about a guy named Jason. Jason was a modestly successful artist who was living in New York for a few months to prepare for an upcoming show. He had a wife and two kids who lived at his house in Los Angeles. Jen initially met Jason because she was employed by the gallery that would be hosting his show. They worked closely together week after week ensuring that all the details would be just right. Outside of work, they hung out in the same circles and attended many of the same events. They became friendly with each other, but nothing more, because he was married and she was dating one of their mutual friends.

This night started like many others. Jen, Jason, and some of their friends attended an art gallery opening and then went out for drinks after. Despite the winter weather, Jen was wearing a low cut top, short skirt, and tall heels that showed off her well-toned legs. They drank and laughed and danced until the early hours of the morning. When the bars closed down at 4am, Jason offered Jen a ride home since it was too late and too cold to take the subway. This behavior wasn’t out of the norm for them. Jason was one of the few people in the group with a car, and their apartments were in the same part of Brooklyn. She accepted the ride without thinking much of it.

On the drive back, she felt very warm inside despite the weather. She took off one of her heels to massage her foot, which was sore from the long night out. It was at this moment that things started to get interesting. As she rubbed her foot, she noticed that he was very discretely taking his eyes off the road to steal glances of her. She felt weirdly turned on by it. She continued to rub her foot and did so in an increasingly sensual manner. He was obviously distracted and shifted awkwardly in his seat. She could feel her pussy starting to get wet as she watched his discomfort. The drunk part of her wanted to reach up her skirt and touch herself, but the sobering up part of her knew she couldn’t get away with it. He changed the subject to work, which they continued to talk about it as he pulled up to her apartment. She told him she had sketched a few potential designs that he would need to approve at some point soon. To her surprise, he asked if she had them upstairs. She said she did and reflexively invited him up.

She was nervous as he walked behind her on the stairs up to her apartment. She wondered if he was looking at her. Could he see up her skirt? She hoped the dim lighting would at least prevent him from knowing that her black panties were wet from the car ride.

When they got to her door, she unlocked it and lead him into her entryway, which was also her kitchen, living room, and bedroom in her studio apartment. The place was a low grade mess with articles of worn clothing and shoes strewn about randomly. She asked if he wanted a beer, which he accepted. She got two bottles from the refrigerator and opened them at the counter. When she turned around, she was surprised to find him standing right behind her.

Both their hearts were racing. They said nothing. Quickly and without warning, he leaned in to kiss her. Their faces awkwardly bumped into each other, but it didn’t matter. His tongue probed her mouth, and his hands slide down her body toward her hips. He pressed his pelvis into hers so she could feel his bulge. Without thinking, Jen dropped to her knees, undid his pants, and pulled them to the floor. Jason’s fully erect cock was now only inches from her face, and it was the biggest she had ever seen before or since in terms of both length and girth. She froze in place due partly to surprise and partly to fear. He smoothly directed his cock to her mouth, and she managed to wrap her lips around it. She slowly worked up and down his shaft. He moaned lightly and steadied himself against the counter. She started to go faster and faster taking more and more of him each time until she almost gagged. She slid a finger into her pussy, which was soaking wet, as she worked his cock. Jen figured they would keep this up until they both climaxed. She took off her panties and rubbed herself aggressively as her orgasm continued to build.

Suddenly he lifted her to her feet. He kissed her deeply then spun her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. She felt the tip of his cock as it made first contact with her pussy. She spread her legs to let him know that it was okay. He pushed slowly into her. She felt every inch of him filling her in a way she had never known. At first he fucked her slowly, but his paced steadily increased until she could hear him slapping against her. She came multiple times and could hardly stand because her legs had gone so weak.

Sensing this, Jason pulled out of her, picked her up, and carried her across the room to the bed. He laid her on her back and helped her undress until they were both completely naked. He slid his cock back into her throbbing pussy and kissed her neck while fucking her deeply. She wrapped her legs around him and held him close. He fucked her harder and harder until the headboard was pounding against the wall. When she could sense that he was about to cum, he pinned down her arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Moments later, she felt his cock pulsating deep inside of her. The idea of this married stranger that she barely knew filling her with his cum overwhelmed her, and she immediately had her biggest orgasm of the night.

They were both exhausted. They fell asleep without cleaning up or saying anything. When they woke up a few hours later, she fucked him one more time before he drove home. She went to get her first ever Plan B pill early the next day.

As it turns out, this wouldn’t be the only time that Jen would fuck Jason. But I’ll leave the other stories for another day. Thanks for reading.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kmxe9n/mf_my_wifes_previous_encounter_with_a_married_man