What happens when you find your wife posting on GWS [MF].

First of all, y’all are some thirsty and seriously insecure mfers. I totally didn’t notice her posting on my account until all of a sudden there are dozens of chat messages asking to rate your cocks. Lol.

Well, I didn’t know anything about Matt and little about Kyle, but I do know now that my wife (we’ll call her Cassie) is a damn good writer. But you’re stuck with me today as I regale you with the aftermath of my discovery.

Once I found her posts and read all her replies, I had a plan. Not for revenge, but maybe to punk my wife while still getting laid. As I left her for work in the morning, I hid what I hoped would save me at the end of this plan if it went sideways. I hugged her and told her I’d have to stay late at work with a coworker name Jennifer who she knows I think is cute. After work, I went to a local Target, tried a single spray of perfume and bought the sexiest pair of panties I could find and parked at a local dive bar and waited.

I counted on my Cassie looking at my shared location at least once. “How’s work?” the text message came around 5:30 PM as I sipped my second Dr. Pepper. “Lame. This project is boring, I’m trying to stay focused, but Jenn is all kinds of distracted and wants to talk about everything but work. She can’t focus but for like 20 mins a time.”

I got left on read. Perfect. About 15 mins later I texted back “be home in 20 mins.” I popped a breath mint as I got close to home to pretend to mask my breath.

I stuffed the panties in my pocket and came inside. “Hey babe,” I said as I came inside. I gave Cassie a hug and gave her ass a squeeze. She definitely got a whiff of the perfume. “Sorry it took so long, we had like 20 different things to do.”

“How is Jennifer?” She asked me.

“It’s been rough on her since Ryan cheated on her, I think that’s why she’s been so distracted lately. She hasn’t been out much I bet, between getting stuck at home during COVID with a man who is cheating on her and now having to work late since we’re back in the office. She feels like she’s getting fucked from both sides. It was making her mad.”

My wife’s micro expression gave away her jealous pang hearing me use the word fuck while talking about a co-worker. I kept laying it on. “She was so mad at one point I had to tell her just to stop and count to 20.”

It took a few more increasingly obvious hints for Cassie to get the hint that something was up.

The dam showed its first crack when Cassie went to do a load of laundry later that evening and washed my pants, finding the panties. “What did you have to drink?” She asked nonchalantly. “Dr. Pepper as always,” I said.

She walked into the room where I was sitting holding up the lace panties from my pocket. “You aren’t smooth enough to score a girls panties without real liquid courage, and these clearly aren’t Jennifer’s size, so what the real story?”

“Come with me.” I walked out her car and reached into her glovebox and pulled out the card I’d hidden that morning. “Let’s play The Game.”

Inside was a Handwritten note that I left in the morning. “You’re an incredibly erotic writer. And I love that you’ll do anything for my cock, so put on these panties and let’s play Roulette!”

She turned the most delicious shade of strawberry red. “Well I’m no Mary. And I’m definitely never doing ass to mouth.”

I pressed into the conflict reminding her that I’m all in for her. “Cassie, I didn’t read your stories and think about you with anyone else. I thought about you doing those things with ME. I know I’m no Kyle, but I’d love to practice learning to get you off with my hands. I know you’re not Mary, but I don’t want that if that means I don’t get to have you for every other moment we share that isn’t sex.”

She jumped into my arms and gave me a big squeeze. “God you’re cheesy! And I love it!” She planted a big sloppy kiss on my lips.
“Okay give me five minutes and come to the bedroom.” I twiddled my thumbs, my cock growing increasingly hard in anticipation before retreating to the bedroom. Cassie wore nothing but her new lace panties and was laying on her back on the ottoman at the foot of our bed that she had pushed into the middle of the room. “Make sure you count to twenty and let me up for air!”

I felt like a stud brandishing my cock over her face, watching her mouth open, her lips forming to take the length of my shaft all the way. I spent the next 15 minutes in Roulette heaven, being breathlessly egged on with screams of pleasure and profanity by my absolute wet dream of a wife.

Just so y’all know I fucked Cassie harder than I ever have, broke her throat barrier for the first time and did it repeatedly, 20 glorious strokes at a time. I stuffed the panties in her mouth when she started to scream from the pounding in her pussy. But she took it like a champ, and, for the first time in our relationship, came hard enough to squirt. She came twice more before I finally lost it fucking her standing from behind while holding her arms behind her, pumping her dripping wet pussy with cum.

She might not be into kink, but I am and I kicked her legs apart and made her spread her ass and push my cum out.

I can’t believe Im married to and in love with this absolute Goddess, got to fuck her brains out, and still get to do it all again tomorrow. Here’s to at least 20 more… of everything. Love you, “Cassie.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nrueld/what_happens_when_you_find_your_wife_posting_on