I fucked my wife in the ass outside under the stars. [MF]

After many years of reading these I figured I would take a shot at writing one myself.  I figured I would start with the best sexual experience I have ever had.

My wife and I have been together for ten years now, married for almost 8.  This happened about 5 years ago, right around our anniversary.  We decided to go into the city and bar hop, really live it up like we used to before jobs and responsibilities and everything else.  We live in the suburbs of a fairly large city, and the best way to get to the best bar hopping spot was Uber.  The neighborhood is kind of quirky and artsy with lots of random stores and a lot of themed restaurants. We Ubered up there and got started in a wine bar.

To help you better visualize, I am a generic looking white guy, average height and kind of slim.  I was slimmer back then, and probably had some perma-stubble to go with my short brown hair.  My wife is a little shorter than me and has been told on multiple occasions by multiple people that she has a more than passing resemblance to Pam from The Office.  Her hair is more brown than red, but you get the idea.  Similar build, face, smile, and all that. We are both pretty introverted.  She is the most patient person I know, and she is now but was not at the time the mother of my two children. And one last thing, she gets crazy horny when she is drunk. 

It was early fall, and the weather was a little damp as we started our bar hop.  I know it sounds like the kind of detail that just sets the mood, but the weather plays a factor later, so remember it.  There was a bit of a mist hanging in the air, but it was not raining.  My wife was wearing a tan sweater dress with maroon leggings and brown riding boots. I was wearing an olive green army style jacket, a button down, and jeans. 

We had a couple glasses of wine and some apps at the wine bar, and decided to head down the block to a French inspired place that had excellent cocktails.  We had probably two cocktails and another app at the French place and started to feel pretty good.  As we made our way to the next place, we walked past a sex shop.  

We are not normally the type to head into a sex shop as we don’t have too many kinks, but as I said we were starting to feel pretty good.  We browsed the sex shop and at one point my wife picked up a riding crop and started playfully hitting me with it. I knew she was feeling pretty loose at that point because she is usually very reserved in public. She’s not prudish, she just doesn’t like a lot of attention. She gave me some “come hither” eyes as she did it, and I knew we were in for a good night. We looked at some other stuff like handcuffs, dildos, and various lubes but ultimately decided not to buy anything because we didn’t want to carry around a bag all night. Still, the mood for the rest of the evening was set. 

We made our way to a pub and had a beer or two. We started chatting up strangers at the pub, and that’s how you know we were really feeling good, because we hate talking to strangers.  Coming off a bar stool at the pub my wife turned her ankle, but since we were well past buzzed at that point she soldiered on. 

Next was a comfort food joint with great cocktails.  It was crowded as we walked in, so we couldn’t get a spot at the bar right away.  We ordered cocktails and while we waited for a stool to open up my wife started leaning against me, making sure to rub her ass on me ever so subtly. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, because she started to feel my dick get a little harder as I pressed it against her. We finally got a seat and ordered some fries to go with our cocktails. At this point we were getting pretty handsy with each other and giving off a real fuck it vibe if people were staring. She started rubbing my thigh and kept creeping higher and higher, stopping just short of my dick. I was getting kind of hard and thought about taking her to the bathroom and fucking right then and there, but 1) bar bathroom sex is pretty gross and 2) the bathrooms had a long ass line. We finished up our fries and powered on. 

The next place was a sports bar and this is where things started going off the rails. We each had a beer and while we were drinking, a bachelor party came in. When I get drunk, I love to play the role of generous stranger. I give servers and taxi drivers enormous tips, I pay for other people’s food, I feed random parking meters, but mostly I buy rounds for complete randos. I told the barkeep that the first round for the bachelor party (probably 5 or 6 guys) was on me. The bachelor party was appropriately grateful and made their way down to thank us. We started talking to them and found out they were doing a scavenger hunt bar crawl. I distinctly remember we helped them check something off, but hell if I know what it was now. To celebrate, we had a round of shots, which was a bad idea. We let the bachelor choose the shot, and he picked lemon drops so my wife started making fun of him for picking a girly shot. 

Talking to them was the first and only time all night my wife and I got separated from each other. She was talking to two of them and I was giving drunken unsolicited marriage advice to the groom. The group came back together and my wife, in an attempt to emasculate the groom in front of his friends, suggested another round of shots, but this time something manly. We were already hammered and more shots was a terrible idea, so naturally I said I was buying. I think it was Jack or something, but it went down easy and my wife was super turned on by how much I was in charge of this stranger’s party. I was turned on by how she was giving a bachelor party a lesson in manliness.  She came and whispered in my ear, “Let’s get out of here and fuck,” then flicked her tongue lightly on the outside of my ear. As she did that she grabbed my dick and squeezed. I paid our (SIGNIFICANT) tab, wished the groom all the best, and we stumbled out. 

As we staggered back up the street I saw an alley with a dumpster and thought about taking my wife behind there and ripping into her. It would have been much more gross than the bar bathroom, but hey, there wasn’t a line. Before I could suggest it, my wife slurred something about pie. I look up and we are standing outside a pie shop, which sounded amazing. We crash into there and ordered a slice of chocolate peanut butter pie. It was late and I think they were closed so they wouldn’t take a credit card, so I handed the cashier what must have been $20 and a fistful of loose change for one slice of pie, again playing the role of generous stranger. 

We finish the pie and get another Uber. This ride back home had to be an Uber driver’s worst nightmare. We were making out like we were in a prom limo. Eventually my wife was laying across my lap, rubbing my hard dick through my pants, and my hand was up her dress rubbing her clit through her leggings. The poor driver kept clearing his throat to remind us he was there. We did not care. He’s lucky I didn’t fuck her in the Uber. 

He dropped us off outside our house at probably 2am, but we didn’t go in. Our house at the time was in a planned community that backed up to a river. In the back of the community was a marina, and a little bit south of the marina was a pier for fishing, kayak launching, whatever. Importantly, on that pier was a bench that was special to us in that it was the first place we said I love you to each other. We didn’t even have to say anything, we just grabbed each other’s hand and started stumbling to the pier. 

We got to our bench, sat down, and immediately started making out. Our hands were all over each other, and soon her hand was undoing my belt and zipper. She pulled my dick out into the cold, moist air and started stroking it. Then in one quick motion, she slid off the bench, got on her knees, and put my dick in her mouth. The warmth of her tongue and lips felt amazing compared to the cool night air. She started bobbing up and down, swirling her tongue around my head when she reached the top. At the same time she started massaging my balls. Now, I have a slightly longer than average dick with a pretty pronounced downward curve, but my wife has never been one to deep throat me. This night she got as close as she ever had. If I wasn’t so drunk, I probably would have cum down her throat then and there. 

I suggested that she lay down on the pier and pull her leggings down. She did, and I immediately got on top of her and slid my dick inside her dripping wet pussy. It was amazing. She pulled me close and bit my lip as we fucked right out in the open. There were backyards within sight, houses across the river, anybody out on a boat at night could have seen us and we simply did not care. The whole night had built to us fucking under the stars. She kept writhing her hips as I thrusted harder and harder. The entire length of my dick was going in and out, in and out. Suddenly she stopped writhing and looked at me with those eyes again. Then she said something that I will never forget…

“I want you to fuck my ass.”

It hit me like a thunderbolt. We had tried anal a handful of times, but never with any sort of success. It always hurt her too much and we would stop. This time, I don’t think a meteor could have stopped us. I pulled out of her and she got up on her knees, facing the marina just up the creek. 

Remember how I said to take note of the weather? The mist that hung in the air all night made for a perfect water based anal lube. As she backed her bare ass toward my rock hard veiny dick, the mist was beading up on our skin. My dick was also still wet from her pussy juices and I had no problem sliding into her tight asshole. 

It was perfect. 

Here we were, young and in love and stupid and drunk and full of life, me fucking her in the ass in public outside. I thought it could not get any crazier as I thrusted deeper and deeper into her ass. With each thrust my balls would swing and slap against her  She was moaning so loud and kept saying “fuck my ass harder”. Eventually she stopped moaning, turned to look at me and while motioning toward the marina said “I want you to fuck my ass on one of those boats.”

Again, alcohol was driving all the decisions. I said “fuck yes,” and pulled my dick out of her ass. We got up, I pulled my pants up, she her dress down, and we made our way back to the main road toward the access road for the marina. There were some serious boats kept there, including larger cabin cruisers and sailboats. We got to the gate for the marina and were suddenly reminded that it is key card access only. I briefly considered climbing over it (it was probably 8′ tall) then noticed it had barbed wire at the top. I figured it was in both my short and long term interests to keep my junk away from razor blades since I still had not cum and my wife was waiting for me to plunge my dick back into her ass. We settled for a spot just before the marina, in the woods where we could see the water. 

Being a gentleman, I took off my jacket and laid it on the cold ground so my wife didn’t have to get muddy. Being a lady, she got down on all fours and lifted her dress up to present her ass to me again. Being an animal, I  shoved my hard dick into her ass for the second time that night. 

It didn’t take long. As I thrusted with all my might, she rocked back and forth with my rhythm, my balls still slapping against her. This time she reached back and started massaging them again, and I felt the wave building. 

I came. I came in her ass for the very first time. Because of all the build up and tension and interruption I must have shot a quart of semen into her ass. It felt like I came for a full minute.  When I was done we both laid down, exhausted and drunk. We laughed, we kissed, we said I love you. Mostly, we made sure we had enough awareness to walk back home so we didn’t pass out in the woods. 

The next morning everything crashed down upon us. The hangover fairy visited both of us, my wife could barely walk from all the ass fucking, and oh yeah, she was painfully reminded of that one bar stool she awkwardly stepped off. It didn’t matter. We talked about it all day, how hot and spontaneous it all was. To this day, whenever we recount the great moments in our sexual history, this is the first story either of us mention. All other moments are measured against this one, and probably always will be. 

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