Reminiscing on some of the most scandalous and tumultuous times in my life has been a roller coaster of emotions for me. This particular story is a rough one because of all the ups and downs I went through and shared with my brother. Remembering Sam in his prime is particularly therapeutic after all these years. I always celebrate him, but retelling these stories makes me miss that goofy son of a bitch something fierce. Thank you to all that have reached out with condolences and encouragement. You guys make writing about our debaucherous deeds so much fun!
Back to the current story! If you want to start from the beginning here’s [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uul2zh/my_adventures_with_a_married_girlfriend_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) . If you don’t feel like reading all that history, I’ll give you the cliff notes. I started seeing my married coworker Ali while in a dead relationship waiting to move out of the apartment I shared with my girlfriend Lisa and best friend Sam. Ali and I were extremely sexually compatible and the emotional connection between us was only getting stronger.
Shortly after Ali had laid claim to me I decided to call it quits with Lisa ahead of schedule. My conscience was cleared of any obligations I might have had to a dead relationship. We still lived together but that was the extent our interactions.
Ali had installed herself as my compassionate and confidential lover over the course of a few short weeks. We were so totally in sync with eachothers needs, it was like we were plugged into eachothers brains when we fucked. I could write for days about it, and I did. I journaled like crazy during this time. Conversation of any depth flowed like it had been reheasered. Affection poured from the both of us like the copious amount of bodily fluids we were producing. My facination with this sexualy deviant goddess only grew strong over time.
You know that feeling of being in a crowded bar and catching the attention of a hot stranger giving you the fuck me eyes through the flashing lights and writhing bodies? Alright now mix that with the thrill of being nude in public and the terror of chasing an allergic toddler with a jar full of peanut butter. Wild, electric, raw, and terrifying. Thats what being with her felt like.
I kept catching glimmers of this mythical creature’s true form in our time together. She was kind, nuturing, and an absolute chaotic monster in the sack. Still I got the feeling I wasn’t seeing the whole picture. Her being aloof only drove my obsession to new heights as we explored the depths of our depravities. There were times I felt like I was being strung along, but then there would be this massive emotional outpouring from her and my doubts were erased.
News of my relationship status reached far and wide amongst the bar scene, to staff and patrons alike. No one that I knew of besides Sam had any idea that Ali and I were hooking up in secret, so to the rest of the world I was freshly single. Suddenly I was being approached by all kinds of women I’d seen regularly at the club, and didn’t feel so guilty about the new ones that hit on me. I felt like a piece of meat in a lions cage at feeding time. I think it was a game for most of them, like trying to get a reaction out of a Buckingham Palace gaurd.
It drove Ali wild, she apparently loved to watch as I tried to remain professional while scantily dressed college girls used their best lines on me. She ask me about them later while we were having sex, but more often then not she’d come up after to mark her territory in her subtle way.
“You know you’re still mine right?” She’d say with a mischievous glint in her eye after watching me turn them away.
“Oh you think so huh?”
“Oh I know so. You’re going home with me after all.” The confidence in this one.
One particular night at work she was especially flirty with me after Id been hit on by a tall blonde in what I think used to be a two piece bathing suit and a spandex skirt. Ali was coping feels on the dance floor as we crossed paths. We had some quick make out sessions in the back hallway when no one was looking. At one point I was leading her through the crowd and she stuffed my hand down the front of her shorts, dipping my fingers in her slick wet lips for just a second before pulling it back out.
“I am going to destroy you.” I growled in her ear, trying not to be seen.
“I’d like to see you try big guy.” I loved it when she egged me on.
“Brat.”
She stuck her tongue out at me before walking away and back to work. The rest of the night flew by, and before I knew it we were back at her place ripping our clothes off. For all her bluster in public she loved to be dominated in private. Classic brat behavior.
I tied her hands behind her back and her feet together with some shibari rope, bending her over and leaving her face down ass up on her bed while I had my way with her body. I teased her with a whip I’d bought for her, playfully tracing it along the curves of her body before exploding into her skin with a loud slap. She and I both loved every second of it.
She was trembling in anticipation when started to eat her pussy from the back, I let my tongue travel north between her cheeks and dance a light, slow circle around her rim. Almost as soon as my tongue made contact she let out a gasp of shock. I checked in with her to see that everything was consensual.
“You alright?”
“Yea, just never had that done before. I’ve always been afraid to ask.”
“I can keep going if you like it.”
“Fuck yes.”
WHACK
“Yes sir, please eat my ass.”
“Good girl.” I played my tongue around her hole as she squealed and squirmed in her restraints. Her ass tasted just as sweet as her pussy did, and I gladly devoured it while spanking her. She got so worked up that her neglected pussy was leaking long, thick strings of grool that fell and pooled on her legs below. I started working my finger in slowly, one knuckle at a time, her moaning and writhing only increasing the deeper I went.
“Do you have any lube?”
“Nightstand drawer.”
“I’m going to fuck your ass, is that okay?”
Her eyes got wide at the suggestion, but she replied in agreement, “Yes please, be gentle though, you’re my first.”
The thought of being her first anal experience was a massive turn on. I was already hard at this point, but when she gave the go ahead my blood pumped even harder. I lubed myself up and put the finger back in slowly, getting her good and warmed up before I attempted to stuff myself into her.
“You can tap out if you need to.” I assured her
“Okay, just go slow.”
I applied a little more lube and aimed myself right at her ass. Slow and and steady wins this race my friends. The prize is amazing if you pull it off.
I got the head in with little resistance, but the shock of my fat tip make her subconsciously clench.
“It’s okay, breath baby.”
I increased the pressure gently as she relaxed her self. She must have been holding alot of tension in because once I got about half way it felt like her ass practically sucked me in. We both gasped at the sudden sensation of my entirety in her freshly opened back door.
“Holy fuck, that’s so deep.”
I started with short slow strokes, keeping most of myself in her. She started responding with more and more enthusiasm. Moans turned into screams as she fought against her restraints.
“I want to turn around.”
“Alright, hold on.” I pulled my throbbing cock from her ass, the sudden sensation made her hole wink as she wiggled her hips back and forth.
I untied her hands and legs before rolling her over onto her back. “You want to watch don’t you?”
“Yes sir, I really want to watch.” I placed a pillow behind her head and propped her up as she held her legs up on the side of the bed. I reaimed myself and slowly started the process over again, this time we both got to watch as I disappeared between her cheeks.
Her moans turned to screams again as I picked up the tempo, still being careful with my depth.
“Are having a good time baby girl?”
“Yes sir, I love feeling you deep in my ass. Fuck me harder please.”
She took one free hand and started rubbing circles around her clit that quickly turned into furious flicking.
“Oh fuck J, I think I’m gonna cum. Keep going, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I didn’t expect what happend next as she’d never done it before, but her climax resulted in a surprise shower for the both of us. Her orgasm was so intense she squirted for the first time! It splashed off my stomach and back on to her in a glorious explosion, still screaming in ecstasy.
“Somebody likes her ass getting fucked, doesn’t she?”
“I’ve never done that before, Holy shit. What the fuck did you do to me J.” She threw her head back, rubbing her hands over her guts like she was soothing a cramp.
“Do you need a break baby girl?”
“No, bring it here please.”
She gestured towards the jumping erection I had eased out of her. I was ready to burst at any second after what had just happened. She swabbed her hands through the juices on her stomach and grabbed me with both of them before furiously pumping me up and down.
“Are you going to cum for me J?”
“Yes baby, where do you want me to cum?”
“Cover me, I want it everywhere baby.”
My money shot went off like a shotgun pointed straight at her face and waiting tongue. There was no precision involved, just raw pleasure and release. Some of it made it to her mouth, but the rest went everywhere else in between. Her face, tits, stomach, and hands were completely covered as I stood over her, convulsing in her grasp.
I nearly blacked out from the massive release, but somehow managed to remain on my feet. Her satisfied smile was the cherry on top before I collapsed next to her on the bed.
We cleaned eachothers mess off ourselves with a towel before collapsing in her bed. We stayed up for a little while wrapped in eachother smoking, laughing, and caressing eachother. In the morning we grabbed Sam for our now ritual Saturday morning breakfast.
“You guys smell like sin. Good work.”
“Fuck off dude, you’re just mad J got buttstuff and you had to clean up puke all night.” Ali jeered.
Sam and Abby apparently got a little boisterous the night before. They drank a little to much and Abby tried chugging something else besides liquor. It didn’t agree with her.
“You guys suck, I’m going home.” He wasn’t serious of course, and we all had a laugh about it. My two favorite people were becoming good friends.
The reality of the situation ebbed and flowed from my train of thought. Ali was still married, her husband was still coming back in a few months, and I was completely enamored with her. We didn’t discuss the future much, but continued our primal fuck sessions with gentle aftercare as often as possible. At this point Sam and Ali were the only ones privy to the near constant sex that we were having. We’d moved into a new house and Ali was a frequent visitor, and liked to hang out with us on our days off to smoke and relax.
Our exploration into our kinks and pushing our limits resulted in us both learning we LOVED the idea of being caught and public sex. The back rooms of the club while we worked. Parking garages after. Cornfields and wooded parks in the daylight. Fucking with the door open while Sam was in the living room. Nothing in reason was off limits. What we didn’t expect was someone catching onto us at one of our houses.
Ali was leaving my place late one afternoon to have dinner with some friends. I’d just locked the door behind her when I heard my phone go off. It was a text from Lisa.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re fucking Ali from work? You know she’s married right?”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uy4r0u/my_adventures_with_married_girlfriend_mf_part_4
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