It was finally my turn! [MF]

I don’t think it needs to be said that it’s easier for women to find someone to sleep with them than it is for men. I’ve noticed it since I was a teenager whether it was me, my friends, or things you see on TV and in the movies. It has been true for me and my wife as well.

We play. That’s what we call messing around with people or couples. If you add up all the times we’ve played, her getting fucked by someone else happens more often than us playing with couples and me getting to fuck another woman combined. That’s to be expected and I knew it would be that way as our marriage grew to allow us to venture outside of our own bed.

Last weekend was different though. It has been nearly three years since I just went off and hooked up with a woman in plain sight of my wife. The pandemic has had something to do with that. It was nice to be back out and have the chance for it to happen again. In a way, I think that some pent up energy from being closed up for so long because of the lockdowns helped this happen now that we’re all able to get out.

My wife and I got to a little neighborhood bar that we’ve never been too before. We still aren’t comfortable with large crowds and thought we might try a smaller place. And something new. I got two new things that night!

We walked right past a group of women who had a table near the front door. There was one guy with them, but he kept coming and going from that group to another group on the other side of the bar all night, so I don’t know how much of a connection he had to them. My wife and I ended up two tables down from the other group he split his time with.

For whatever reason, he wasn’t what was wanted at that other table. Or maybe he didn’t want them. But it was obvious the women at the table by the door were wanting to have fun and he never really seemed to be truly in the middle of it. They were the loudest in the place by far. I thought they might actually get warned for how crazy they were getting a couple of different times. Eventually, one of locks eyes with me when I look back to see what is going on and why they were acting like they were in a club rather than quiet and chill kind of place.

She wasn’t the most attractive of the group. She was easily the most aggressive. Or maybe a better way to say it is that she was the most obvious about what she was after. Even my wife noticed her looking at me. Then glancing away. Then looking back at me again. As things calmed down and turned back around, my wife said, “I think that brunette likes you.”

I told her I noticed her looking at me too. But I also said I don’t think it meant anything. They’re just being crazy, probably because they’d been there drinking for so long. My wife wasn’t buying it. She insisted that I try to flirt back. She told me to give the woman the same look she was giving me if I had the chance again.

“What am I supposed to do if she comes over here?” I asked.

“I’ll leave that up to you.” my wife said.

I recognized the look on her face and said, “Uh huh. You’d be OK with me flirting around with her right in here in front of you? She probably won’t do anything because you’re here and I’m not going over there. So it doesn’t really matter.”

My wife leans to her left to look past me toward the table where the women are sitting. She gets a funny look on her face, looks back at me and says, “Go over there. I dare you.” as she very obviously nods her head in the direction of the group.

“They’re going to see you doing that! Stop,” I said.

“I know. And no.” is all she said back. She was trying to signal that she was wanting me to go over to the other table, hopefully sending the message to the brunette that I wasn’t “with” my wife or was somehow available.

To keep the story short, I’ll just say that after another half hour of those cues from across the room, the brunette girl ended up getting the hint and came over to our table. She actually startled me when she walked up from behind me because my wife gave me no warning she was coming.

“It’s getting too loud over there for me. Can I sit with you all for while?”

I am glad that smoking in bars is now illegal in our city because the smoke would have kept me from smelling this woman. Whatever it was she was wearing or using as shampoo or whatever was perfect. I’m not good at describing scents, but she used just the right amount of whatever it was. Flowery and smooth. Sort of sweet. Immediately I went from embarrassed to interested.

My wife eventually lied her ass off to this woman and said she was just an old friend of mine from college. Yes, she was married. Her ring gave her away and lent credence to her story. She just didn’t tell the brunette woman, Jennifer, as we learned in conversation, that I was the one who gave her the ring. I didn’t correct her.

Eventually, my wife excused herself saying she had to get back to her house. She also “politely” asked if I was sure I was OK getting a hotel room and apologizing for not having any room at her house. Yeah, I was getting shoved into the situation by my own wife.

After ten minutes of small talk with Jennifer, I get a text from my wife saying, “Have fun! I’m sure the Sheraton has rooms.” Five minutes later comes another, “They do. Seriously, it’s your turn.”

She’d been able to fuck handyman that come to our house and have a couple of other solo escapades since I’d last been able to have one. I guess she thought I needed to have some fun with someone else without her around. I thought it was pretty good when she brought her recently divorced friend around and did almost the same thing she was doing at the bar in just, somehow, making things happen. I’ve put stories here before about that friend of hers.

Getting to the point, the Sheraton did have rooms. I got one. My wife saw the charge go through on my card and sent another text, “Good job. Enjoy yourself. See you in the morning?” I didn’t respond, but after the Uber ride showed up she texted, “I guess so! Put your phone on silent!”

I didn’t, but that was the last I heard from her that night. Jennifer and I got out of the back of what I think was a Suburban at the Sheraton. She was pleasant and seemed really nice. Said she was single and liked it that way. She was originally from our city, but was only back for a visit. I had to lie about me supposedly being in the same situation. This was a little more deceptive than how we usually play, but I went along with it.

All of that was bar chat, talking on the ride over to the hotel, and breaking the awkward silence of the elevator ride. Once we were in the room, the unspoken part of things began. Two sentences is all that were spoken.

For lack of knowing what else to say, I look around and comment, “This is seems like a pretty nice place.”

Jennifer turns to give me a look and says only one word. “Yeah.” She glances quickly, with her eyes only, down to the floor and then back up to me. She says nothing else and just looks right into my eyes. It was hard to know for how long. Probably just a second or two, but it felt like forever. In a good way. In the way that let’s you know what you need to do next.

As soon as I began turning toward Jennifer, she started kissing me. In seconds she was shoving her tongue into my mouth. I started trying to undo the buttons on her shirt. They were decorative buttons it turns out and, after seeing it on her again the next day, the buttons didn’t go all the way down anyway. She was kind enough not to say anything about my trying to undo fake buttons and stepped back and lifted the shirt over her head and through it on the ground. I did the same with my polo and the t-shirt underneath.

She saw I had a belt on and began to unbuckle it. I glanced down at her tits still in her bra. She caught me and just smiled. Then kissed me again while she undid the button on my jeans and pulled down the zipper. We kept kissing while she rubbed my dick through my underwear. I was hard and it didn’t take much time for me to get hard enough for the tip of it to start pushing its way under the elastic on my underwear.

That made it easier for them come off when Jennifer pushed them, along with my jeans, down so she could start stroking me. She backed up and did what women do to with their arms to take off their bras, bending them behind her back to reach up and undo the clasps. I pushed my pants the rest of the way down while she was doing that.

Her cheetah print bra fell forward onto her arms once she brought them back around in front of her. She lowered arms and shrugged a little bit so it would fall all the way off. I was surprised at how tan she was. You couldn’t tell by looking at her, but she already had a very pronounced tan line that gave away that she wore bikinis that cover less than her bra. She didn’t look really all that tan until you saw the white band around her chest that went over her tits. Made her dark nipples stand out though!

Jennifer backs up and turns while she’s doing it so that she gets closer to the bed, but facing away from it. She sits down on the edge and looks up with a “you know what to do” look. I step forward, lean down and kiss her with just enough pressure so that she knowns to lean back on the bed.

I stand back up and reach down to her jeans. I undo them and grab the waistband at the font of each hip and start lightly pulling down. She lifts her ass off the bed just enough to let me start wiggling her jeans off her. She shimmies her hips ever so slightly to help.

I had her panties in my hands too so that in one motion she is as naked as I am. Yes, she wears small bikinis. She must do so a lot. Another really defined tan line around her hips and going down to just above her really dark bush. Maybe, like with her nipples, it was the contrast. But her hair was thick and dark.

It was easy to see all this because neither of us had thought to turn off the lights. I knelt down. She knew what was about to happen and pulled her ass back on the bed until she right at the very edge. I buried my face in her pussy. There wasn’t enough hair to stop me from doing that! It was actually nicely groomed in a natural v-shape. Even though she didn’t do anything special like a landing strip or clean shaven mound, it was clear she tended to things down there. That smell from earlier mixed well with her natural scent. I don’t know how long I lapped at her clit, but eventually she came. She is a quiet one. I felt one foot come off the edge of the bed and bounce off my thigh and used my eyes to look over hip to my left to see her right hand gripping so tight and pulling so hard on the the bedspread so tight I thought she was going to tear it. A slightly arched back and what seemed like hyperventilation for about 5 or 10 seconds and she relaxed. Hardly any noise.

Hardly any talk either. After a few moments she lifted her head up to look down at me, gave a small smile and shake of her head and then began using her feet and elbows to scoot back on the bed. I climbed up on it and on her. Crawled on all fours between her legs. Still hard, or at least hard again, I don’t know which, I just went right for it and put my dick in her.

She was sensitive from her orgasm but didn’t say anything even though I could tell it was almost too much for her. I wondered for a second if she would still be interested in kissing since I had her all over my face. After 8-10 thrusts, I started slowly lowering my face down and she didn’t hesitate to lift hers up to meet me. She didn’t care that she was tasting herself. She may have even been enjoying it. She liked to use her tongue when kissing.

And she liked to kiss. She just kept kissing me as I pounded away on her harder and harder. She started to gasp with each thrust. She stopped kissing me and let her head rest back on the bed. Finally, some words were spoken when she asked if I was going to cum. No doubt she could tell I was getting big inside of her. I nodded.

She said, “You can cum inside me. I promise it’s OK.”

Just hearing her say that made it happen. I unloaded in Jennifer for what felt like 10 minutes. It was a lot. There wasn’t much build up so I guess it was because that was the first “strange” I’d gotten without my wife around in quite a while.

There is nothing wild or crazy about Jennifer or how she fucked. Jennifer wasn’t very verbal, but definitely showed you when she felt good. Her tits aren’t huge. Probably B-cups. They jiggle pretty good when she takes the dick though. I think her tits would be bigger, but she obviously works hard to stay in shape and is pretty thin.

I could tell she puts in time for fitness because of the oh-so-perfect amount of muscle that shows on her body. Abs with just the right amount of definition, round shoulders without looking disproportionate, and muscular legs without giving up their feminine shape. The last piece of evidence was when she got on top and fucked the shit out of me for what had to be 45 minutes without stopping. And barely being out of breath when it was over.

And it was over when she came that way. I had already cum twice and, even though it was 3-4 hours since the last time, I thought I’d be able to outlast her being on top because of it. No, she got another load out of me about halfway through her ride. I had to take break after she got off the top of me to go wipe off my balls and the inside of my thighs. She leaked my load while she kept riding me.

Still, very few words. She was pretty quiet too. Even when having an orgasm. She didn’t even ask me to so much as even pull her hair! It was some of the best non-kinky sex I’ve ever had. She just did things and let me do things. No hesitation. No doubts. But no requests either. I came in her twice. The one time I didn’t, I pulled out while fucking her doggystyle and came on her back. She wanted to go clean up a little that time!

She called one of her friends to come pick her up the next morning. She never said a word about asking me for a ride before I saw her put her phone up to her head while laying in bed and asking whoever the friend was if she could come get her. Half-an-hour later, after some small talk and some compliments and thanks, Jennifer said she had had fun and told me goodbye.

I laid there in the hotel bed for about 20 minutes, turned on the TV and tried to find something to watch for about 10 more before finally calling my wife. She answered with, “How’d it go?”

I told her it went fine and that I’d tell her all about it when she came to get me. It was only about 7:30 in the morning at that point so it took her about 45 minutes to get up and get to the hotel. Once I told her what had happened she said I should share it with Reddit too.

You’re welcome.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n5nqcn/it_was_finally_my_turn_mf