Reposting from my old account that got deleted.
I’m not sure how things go at your house but around here putting on makeup is a bit of a sacred time. Make the mistake of slapping her ass or tickling her too many times during eye makeup and now I have to stay away. I always give her a bit of a hard time about it because I don’t think she even needs any makeup. The wife is u/thiniceandunicorns2. Check out her profile and she also has a blog where she’s writing about her side of this journey.
We’ve only recently started doing any rough stuff in the bedroom and experimenting with dominant/submissive roles. If you’ve seen my other story about Taking charge and giving the wife what she really needed…., this takes place the previous day.
As she was upstairs in the shower, I was sitting on the couch perusing Reddit. I realized the shower wasn’t running so I hurried upstairs in hopes of catching her naked in the bedroom. No such luck, she’s already dressed and in front of that mirror and is now clearly in the “no fly zone”. We’re planning on helping the neighbor move. By “we” I mean she volunteered me to help with the heavy stuff while she packed up the kitchen stuff.
She’s not yet to the eye makeup so I won’t be running the risk of her poking her eye (again! Oops) so I walk up behind her and reach my arm around. I’m just in athletic shorts so her skintight leggings allow her ass to be tight and firm as I pressed my hips into her. In the mirror I see her roll her eyes and give a little smirk but she continues on with the makeup. As I place my hand on her stomach to hold her and start rubbing I lean forward to kiss her neck. As my lips are working their way down her neck, the softest “mmm” escapes her, unbidden. After 15 years, I’ve learned her tells and that one is a good sign. She’s still attempting to put on some makeup but she’s visibly distracted now. I reach up and starts squeezing her boobs through the athletic shirt and sports bra. My other hand slips down and starts rubbing her mound over the tight leggings.
When my finger hits her clit just right she squirms a little and mumbles something about us going to be late. I remind her that the neighbor never gave us a specific time to be there, so we can’t be late. I pull her back into me and she clearly feels that I’m getting hard and gives her normal “oh, really?”. She pulls herself together and tries to continue with the makeup but I pull my hand up and slip it into the front of her pants. When my fingers reach the warm wetness, she’s practically dripping. A groan immediately escapes her mouth and she drops her makeup so she can grip the sink with both hands. As my fingers start exploring the familiar territory she’s still trying to mumble out an objection.
She tries to resist while giggling and I used her full name. This stops her immediately because that is our code word for when we are “playing”. She is now in submissive mode and the use of her full name changes her demeanor and she’s looking into the mirror making eye contact and showing her need. I start fingering her more firmly and she pushes her ass against me.
Her moaning increases and I growl into her ear “You still worried about being late?”
“No”
“Excuse me?”
“No, sir”
“That’s better.”
I give her ass a hard slap on her skin right leggings as I say “Don’t let that happen again. What are you?”
“I’m your slut”
I grab a handful of her hair and start squeezing and pulling
“What does that mean I get?”
“Whatever you want”
“What if I wanted to fuck you right here and ruin your makeup?”
She just moans and I continue to finger her and rub her soaking pussy.
Then with my fingers that already inside her I pull up and cause her to straighten up with a loud moan. I quickly pull her pants down to her ankles. As she pulls a foot out to free her leg I push her forward and bend her over the sink. I pull my shorts down enough for my cock to spring free, as hard as the porcelain that’s supporting her. I slide it between her legs and she groans. It’s going to need a little help so I pull back and spit in my hand and rub it on my cock. (I’ve always wanted to do that) Now it slides right in and she gasps for air. I’m usually a lover and prefer to start sensual and work into my speed but this is quickly turning into an animalistic fury as I start ramming her. Quickly finding a rhythm and getting into it. Since she’s up against the cabinet there’s no give and I can push deep inside her with every thrust. I love the feeling of her ass squishing against my hips each time.
I grab her hair and pull her head up so I can see her face in the mirror. This causes her to arch her back and the slight change of angle just feels amazing as I continue to pound her. An unexpected side effect that turned out to be way hotter than I imagined was when I pushed her face into the mirror and held it there. As my hips smashed into her ass over and over it was causing her whole body to move. With her face against the mirror this started smearing her unfinished makeup all over the glass. This caused me to start pounding harder and led to announce that she’s ready to cum and asking for permission. I tell her to go ahead and her loud moans echo throughout the bathroom as the orgasm takes her. After the waves stop their crashing against her body, I notice that the porcelain sink is a bit cold and remember the window behind me is open. So all the neighbors got to hear that. Good, let’s give them a show.
I pull her shirt and bra up to her throat, exposing her entire stomach and breast. Then I push her down into the sink so now the chilly top of the counter is against her stomach and her tits are pushed into the cold sink. This causes her to squeal and buck a little.
She’s gotten to the point where she’s wary when I come inside on cold days because she knows if my hands are cold I’m going to stick them under her shirt on her stomach or back. It never ceases to get a squeal out of her.
With her stomach and tits now being subjected to the chillier surface of the sink, her moans and squeals get a little louder. With the faucet right there, it is an awkward position for her neck so I pull her head over. I take her leg and lift it up onto the counter and shift to the side a little bit. Now she’s half on the counter with an arm bracing herself against the wall with her arm while I get back to pounding. She’s dripping and running down her legs at this point and her moaning is only interrupted by gasps and squeals when I give her another few spanks. It isn’t long before O #2 hits her like a freight train and she’s grasping at the sink and wall for dear life in hopes of not falling off. When this one finally wears down I can tell she’s a bit uncomfortable on the sink so I grab her in my arms and carry her to the bed in the next room like we’re entering the honeymoon sweet for the first time. With her arms wrapped around me she’s kissing my neck and bare chest. Instead of gently lying her on the bed I just tossed her and then jumped on top of her after kicking my shorts off.
While I love being behind her and feeling her ass against me with every thrust, being on top is my favorite. I love watching her face. The brief shock on her face as I re-enter and go all the way in with a single thrust. I love when she wraps her arms and legs around me and pulls me in as hard as she can. With our bodies fully intertwined, I start sliding in and out as our lips meet. I’ve been kissing this woman for over 15 years and I still can’t get enough. There’s still an electricity when we makeout. I often tell her kissing her is my favorite thing and the only possible way to make it better is to kiss during sex!
If earlier was fucking like animals, now I’m holding and making love to the woman that I want to spend every night with forever. After she has a couple more orgasms, we’re in the lull that happens when we’re both catching our breath after building up to a hard fast orgasm. Then I realize every man’s worst nightmare in this situation: my pecker has gone soft. This is rarely an issue for me but due to our frenetic sex schedule for the last few months he’s been suffering from some occasional exhaustion. Now is not the time I really wanted to think about that issue! As I continued to try to thrust I’m reminded of the scene in the show Archer where Pam says that he’s pushing rope. I’m now acutely aware of exactly why that is such a perfect description.
She can sense what’s going on and without a word leans up and starts kissing my neck and throat while running her hands all over me. As I keep slowly moving in and out I can feel it getting a bit fuller again. She bites my neck and feels the result and gives a pleasant moan. She keeps that up and I keep getting fuller and harder until I’m mostly back to full power. Now it becomes a race, will the erection last long enough for me to get off? We’re now in the final sprint and she starts begging me to let her cum again and I tell her she has to wait for me. Now she get louder and is begging me to cum inside her. Pleading with me to fill her up with my cum. As I’m finally getting to that point I tell her she can cum. This leads to a surge of energy from her as her enthusiasm skyrockets and her volume increases to a deafening wail. A bit too loud and actually kinda hurts my ears. Worth it though that’s enough to push me over the edge. We cling to each other, our sweaty bodies convulsing together as we’re both wracked with pleasure from our heads to our feet. After lying there in the blissful afterglow for a few minutes, we get up and decide we do really need to head to the neighbor’s house.
As she stands up, she staggers for a moment and grabs my arm and tells me “My legs are like jello and I’m not looking forward to going up and down stairs” then she pulls me in close and gives me a sly look and whispers in my ear “Getting fucked on the bathroom sink was actually a little fantasy of mine. Look at you, dishing it as I think of it.”
Huh, lucky me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/owhexp/first_time_bathroom_sex_smears_the_mirror_and