How I [F] Convinced My Husband [M] To Repost Our Gone Wild Stories

I’m an exhibitionist. I admit that. It gets me excited to think that I might be caught doing naughty things. As a sexual kink it’s a little risky however. Especially when you get older! As a teenager or a college student, the risk of getting caught in the back of the cinema is that they’ll probably throw you out. As a late 30-something couple, the risk is you might get arrested and lose the custody of your kids. It’s not fair! My exhibitionist tendencies have been left largely untouched for a while now.

Then Covid came and one night in lockdown, the kids asleep upstairs, my husband and I got a little too drunk. He told me a story about his past which was very naughty and I told him to post it here (where I liked to lurk). And he did. And we found out something very interesting. He’s a very good smut writer! And once he was done telling that story I suggested that he shared some of ours.

Our sex life has always been good even as we got older and we had to deal with the chaotic life of kids. But during that month when he wrote the Saga? Wow. It might not be traditional exhibitionism but I was permanently aroused. Everyone here was reading about me! They were reading about my butt! They were reading about how I sucked cock or took Mark’s cock up my butt in a party while in a Hogwarts costume. Anytime Mark posted a story and I then read the replies we had to find the privacy for a quickie.

And then Mark had a bit of a scare about the original story he posted and he deleted them all. I was sad but understood. Our sex life went back to normal. But I had found a way to be an exhibitionist again and the memories wouldn’t leave me. And so when my parents had the kids last week I decided it was time to return to the subject.

We’ve converted our sunroom into an office for Mark for lockdown and I found him there at the end of the day staring blankly at the screen. I wasn’t wearing anything special, just a normal top and some track pants. But I earned a grunt of approval as I parked my butt on his lap and wiggled. He asked me how I was and I said good while I continued to wiggle on his lap, feeling him stiffening beneath me. Once his hands started to reach around to squeeze my breasts through my shirt I knew I had him.

I asked if he wanted to repost our gonewildstories. And do new stories. Mark groaned but it was mostly for show. I knew he enjoyed that month too. As I gave him the most low energy lapdance in the world he tried to resist saying that it took a lot of effort to write. I said I would help. I thought I felt his cock twitch then. Maybe he liked the idea. But he didn’t give in yet. He said those magic words: convince me.

So that’s how I ended up on my knees in the sunroom, with Mark pants around his ankles, slurping on his cock. I do mean slurping. I know my husband. He likes his blowjobs loud. I made sure to bob my lips up and down while making indecent sucking sounds. I know some women don’t like giving head. I understand. Mechanically it’s just sucking on something which isn’t that tasty. But I love the power. The way Mark has to always look at me. The way he bites his lip or groan. The way he is unable, even if he’s trying not to, to not grab my head and coil his fingers in my hair. Once he started to thrust upwards my mouth I knew it was time to move on.

I stood up and shimmied out of my track pants. My underwear wasn’t anything special. But I made sure to turn away so Mark could see the green cotton fabric wrapped tightly around my big butt before I peeled them off too. It earned me a groan from my husband. I then sat back down on his lap. It gave me a thrill to feel my own salvia that I had left on his cock now rubbing against my buttcheeks as I grind against him, using my cheeks to jerk him off. Another groan. I asked him if I had convinced him yet as I continued to slide my butt up and down, his cock nestled there between my cheeks. He said I was doing a good job. That I was nearly there. Ass.

I was now wet enough that as I lifted my hips up and positioned his cock it slipped inside me with ease. Mark is quite large (something he didn’t brag about in his stories. how humble my husband) and when we were young I often had to beg for him to hold still at first. These days it’s a little easier. I started to bounce. I kept my hands on my own knees for balance as I bounced my butt up and down on his lap. The sunroom was filled with the sound of my big butt slapping against his thighs along with Mark’s groans as he watched. I concentrated on giving him a relentless ride, biting my lip in concentration as I had a constant pace, almost twerking on my husband’s cock. It felt so good but I was on a mission. I asked him again. Convinced yet?

He told me to get on my knees. I knew where this was going. He wanted a spectacular ending and he had the leverage to get it.

So again I ended up kneeling in the sunroom, Mark standing above him, jerking his cock as he came. His load splashed all over my face, coating me good. I always complain about the clean-up but there is something sexy about the warmth on your skin, the naughtiness of feeling your man’s seed on your lips and chin. I looked up at him, one eye shut to avoid a painful result, my face covered in cum and asked him again: convinced yet?

He said he’d make us a new account.

I smirked and stood up, wearing just my top, now bottomless. I told him good. And then I told him to join me in the shower to return the favor.

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