Wifey & I: The Dinnertime Quickie [MF]

Hey all!

Thank you to everyone for the kind words on [my first post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p6z94d/mf_wifey_is_obsessed_with_cock_on_her_face/)! If you’re new to the party, I suggest you check that one for a quick description of wifey and I. You can also check out the [pics](https://www.reddit.com/user/DummyXRatedAccount/comments/p8e049/more_of_wifey/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) on my profile. I’ve had several people ask me to post more, so here you go.

This takes place a few years ago around Christmas time, when Wifey and I had our first place together. At the time I was working an evening shift about ten minutes from home. Wifey was lucky enough to be working from home.

It had been a particularly shitty day for me. Just about everything which could go wrong did. The only thing I was looking forward to in the evening was being able to pop home for a minute to pick up dinner. Once a week Wifey would cook up a meal for me to pick up and bring back with me. The thought of just leaving the building for a little while was enough to keep me going.

As I was sitting dealing with a difficult customer on the phone, I felt my phone go off and pulled it off my belt clip to see what was up. It was a text from Wifey.

*How are things going, babe?*

I finished with the call I was on and then typed up a quick reply before my headset could ring again.

*Awful. I can’t wait for the day I can quit this place.*

Another call came through. More yelling, more abuse. I tried my best to just shut my brain off and go through the motions. I didn’t notice at first when my cell went off again. After a few minutes, another buzz came through. This one I noticed. It was a text and photo from Wifey.

*Would it make you feel better to know I want you to fuck me tonight?*

The pic was of her in a deep blue lingerie set. Studded push up bra her tits could barely fit in, garter belt, stockings, thong – the works. I quickly glanced around to make sure none of my co-workers or supervisors were in line of sight and replied with several devilish smiley faces.

The thought of getting nasty with Wifey at the end of the night was motivation to get me through the evening, and my dinner break arrived before I knew it. I grabbed my keys and jogged out to my car. Most nights I could make it home in just under ten minutes, which gave me enough time to grab my food, say hi for a minute, and get back to my desk right on time.

As I pulled into my parking spot in our complex, I sent Wifey a quick text to let her know I had arrived. The complex was a u-shape, and our building was set furthest from the street. As I walked up the short pathway to the porch, the outdoor overhead light turned on and I could hear the door unlocking. I smiled as the door opened. Then my jaw dropped.

Wifey was standing in the doorway with the door wide open and light on in the outfit she had sent me the photo of over an hour before. A pair of black high heels and a matching silk robe were the only additions, the robe barely tied at her waist. She was out in full view for any of our neighbors who happened to be looking that way. She took a step back as I crossed into the front hallway and closed the door behind me.

“I thought this was for later.” I said, still half in shock. Wifey smiled.

“I thought you could use a preview.” she smirked. I leaned in and we kissed passionately, wrapping our arms around each other. In a flash she was on my belt buckle working to undo it. I pulled my face back slightly.

“I don’t have time-” I protested. Wifey shushed my with one finger over my mouth.

“We’ll be quick then.” she declared as she pulled my cock from my pants, dropped down and took the length of me into her throat. I moaned in pleasure instantly and took two handfuls of her hair in my hands as she bobbed up and down. I started thrusting back and forth to match her movements. Wifey’s muffled moans and sucking sounds were heavily turning me on. Even more so when I heard the neighbor’s front door open and close as someone left.

I pulled Wifey to her feet, still conscious of the fact I had very little time. I hadn’t realized she had one hand working her pussy over as she sucked me off. She didn’t stopped as she stood up.

“Turn around.” I ordered. Wifey braced herself against the wall, still fingering herself. She arched her back and presented her beautiful ass to me. In seconds, I pulled her thong aside and dove face first into her ass.

“Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuck ….”

I furiously ate her ass out as she fingered herself. i kept both hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them and squeezing. Within about a minute, I felt Wifey shudder. She screamed as she orgasmed, nearly going down in the process. As she steadied herself, I stood up and started grinding my cock between her ass cheeks. Then I took it in my hand and started slapping her ass with it playfully. She grabbed my hand and led my into the living room. I tried my best to keep my pants up as much as possible so as not to trip over myself as I walked. Wifey climbed onto the couch and bent herself over the arm, her ass sticking out towards me.

“Put it in me now.” she begged. “Be quick about it.”

I was starting to think with my other head at this point, so I first bent down and gave her ass another taste with my tongue. Wifey didn’t expect that and almost had another orgasm right then and there. I pulled back and adjusted myself so I could slip inside her. There was no easing into it here. I started fucking her hard and fast right away.

“Yes, baby! Just like that! Don’t fucking stop!” she screamed.

“You like that, slut? That dick feel good?” I asked, thrusting as hard as I could.

“Yes, yes, AAAAAAAAAAA!” she screamed as she came all over my dick, collapsing on the arm of the couch.

As I paused for a second to admire what I had just done, I caught a glimpse of the clock and snapped back to the realization I had to get back.

“Fuck,” I said. “I really have to go. We can pick this up later.” Wifey looked at me pleadingly.

“But what about you?” she asked.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve been walking around with a boner all evening. What’s a few more hours?” I joked. Wifey looked a little dejected, but she understood.

“Okay. Your food is in the microwave. I’ll get your bag.” she said. “For what it’s worth, that was amazing.”

“Yes it was.” I grinned as I walked into the kitchen, redoing my pants as I went. I pulled the tupperware container with my dinner out and grabbed a few napkins from the cabinet. As I turned around, Wifey put my bag on the counter and dropped down to a squat position in front of me. Without missing a beat, she went right back to my crotch.

“Babe, I need to go.” I giggled. I needed to go, but I didn’t really want to. She looked up at me as she pulled me back out.

“I want you to cum before you leave. All over me.” she ordered. She took my cock back into her mouth and began giving me the sloppiest blowjob/handjob combo imaginable. She didn’t pause or stop to swallow. She just allowed my didck to get completely soaked. As I watched her, I was marveling at the fact she was throating my cock covered in her own pussy juices. Spit was dripping from her chin and my shaft onto her massive tits, getting lost in her cleavage. She released me and started encouraging me again.

“Do it. Cum all over my tits. I want to see it.” She started stroking me, bringing her face within an inch of the head and staring up at me. “Cum for me.”

“You ready?” I asked as I could feel myself getting to the edge. Wifey responded by moaning as she insert one hand back down her thong while aiming the head of my cock directly at her tits.

“Yes. Please cum for me, baby …” I exploded all over her. Rope after rope of cum landed across her tits, dripping down onto her bra or into her cleavage. Some splash bounced up and caught her in the chin.

“Ohhhh yeah ….” she cooed as she smiled and milked every last bit out of me. When she was sure I had finished, she stood up and handed me my bag from the counter.

“Are you going to clean up?” I asked as I pulled myself together. Wifey ran two fingers gently through the mess I had made of her, playing with it.

“Maybe later.” she said eyeing it all hungrily. “You should get going. You don’t want to be late.”

“That’s your fault.” I joked as I kissed her and said goodbye. As I got into the car to start back, I realized my cock was completely soaked in my pants. I thought about going back in to clean up, but I looked at the clock and didn’t have time. I’d spend the rest of my shift like that.

As I pulled back into the work lot, I grabbed my phone to let Wifey know I made it safely. A text from her was already waiting for me.

*Round two later?*

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