After a day of sexy chores and other fun, my wife came in one stroke [MF]

*A while ago I asked for some tips to make a day of chores and errands sexy and fun. Here’s the results!*

We had a whole day off, kids in daycare. My wife and I agreed upon these rules:

1) While cleaning/doing chores in a room, we must both be either naked, in underwear/lingerie, or just “dress slutty” (wife’s suggestion)

2) We’re not allowed to touch each other until the specific task is done. If one of us breaks this rule, only the receiving partner is allowed to cum

3) If we’re out running errands, she doesn’t wear a bra. Panties are fine, as long as they are spicy enough (unless she doesn’t feel comfortable. Obviously, healthy doses of consent for everyone involved)

4) ?

I took the kids to daycare while my wife slept in a bit, and then I came back to start cleaning the kitchen. I was a bit nervous and I could feel my heart racing. We’d never done something like this before, and I wasn’t sure how I should act. Fortunately, I got the correct tone when I heard her voice behind me.

“Mister, you’re wearing too many clothes.” She was wearing a new silk chemise that was short enough to send all the right signals, but long enough that I couldn’t quite tell what she had underneath, if anything at all. My wife is 5′ 7” at a skinny 120 lbs with long, straight brown hair, and her small but perky boobs needed no support as they poked gingerly through the fabric.

(I’m a dad who likes to exercise, but I have two picky eater kids. Imagine my body from that description).

She turned around and started dusting. “You can keep the boxers on, and leave your shirt unbuttoned.”

“Yes ma’am! Do I get to approve of what’s under that nightgown”

“You’ll find out soon enough!” I tried to grab a peak as she squatted low or reached up high, but she caught me every time. “You must have tested this outfit out quite thoroughly. I haven’t gotten a peak. That—that’s hot, by the way.” She giggled. “I guess I’m contractually obligated to laugh at that?”

“Yep, it’s right after the part where it says I’m the love of your life forever.”

We continued teasing each other—she dusted as high as she could reach and just exposed the bottom curve of her ass, and I got some scrubbing forearm action near here whenever possible. Then a thought came to me.

“How are you feeling, babe?”

“Hmm, a little bored, but mostly horny”

I looked up at her. She was reaching over a shelf to dust, and her nipples were ever-so-slightly peering out from her slip.

“Do you think you’re going to cum a lot today?”

She stopped what she was doing, and walked over to me, hands behind her back. “I think you and that dick of yours are going to make me come an awful lot” she whispered.

“Maybe.” I replied, getting an inch from her face, “I think that will happen, but also I have a new rule. You’re not going to get this dick inside of you until you’ve already cum twice”

She pouted “Whatever, your tongue is much better any—”

“And when I put my dick inside your pussy today, you’re going to come from the first stroke.”

She looked at me for another second, then burst out laughing.

“Excuse me, have you met any woman ever? I know I cum easily, but vaginas aren’t instant orgasm tubes? I got to get to know it a little”

I want to hug and kiss her, but I remember the rules. “I didn’t say no foreplay, and you’ll certainly get what’s yours: from from my hands, maybe toys—”

“Oral?” she pleaded.

“You know I’d never forget your favorite.” She bobbed up and down, excitedly. “The point is, marriage is about shared goals, and I think that a good goal today would be to get you so wound up and needing some dick that you basically shoot off me the moment I get inside you. Sound like a plan?”

“You know, normally your project management voice is a bit boring, but I’m into it today. Uh, yeah sure, let’s see what you—”

“We”

She blew me a sloppy kiss “Of course, my love, we can do. Something tells me we’ll still have lots of fun even if it doesn’t work.”

I don’t know how we finished cleaning after that, but we did (probably by doing a bad job). She finished first (as she should) and sat cross-legged on the counter, leaning back on her arms and watching me with a bit lip as I finished the sink.

“So, did you guess what I’m wearing under here?”

“A bit. You know your outfit well, but I think I caught a glimpse of your butt. I’m guessing nothing since I don’t think you’d wear underwear small enough to pull that off, but do tell!”

She snickered “Gotcha!” She uncrossed her legs briefly and re-crossed them, showing the tiniest sliver of red.

I was honry and confused (not the last time today). “How’d you hide that?”

“Right up in my ass. It was a wedgie well-worth it. Also, I thought a present is more fun when you unwrap it”

Well, I was just about ready to do everything to this woman, but I stopped. “You know, I don’t think we’re quite done cleaning.”

She looked puzzled “We’re not?”

“No, we got pretty dirty in the process. We need to clean each other up first.” Her grin returned and she bounced off the table we raced to our bathroom to start the shower. As the water got warm, she dropped the straps from her chemise down to her shoulders and let the gown drop to the floor. She was now wearing the tiniest red thong.

“Girl, where’d you get that from?”

“You never check the mail.”

“Uhh . .. yeah, that’s true. I’d just thought you’d never go this style”

“Sometimes a wedgie is useful. Plus, I don’t think I’ll be wearing this much longer.” She took a step closer to me, her hands behind her back and a smirk on her face that I’ll never be able to resist until our last day. “Now take off your clothes and”

“Done”

“Wow, that was quick.” She pushed her hands into the straps of her thong. “Can you finish unwrapping me?”

I knelt down and slowly peeled off her thong, my mouth just millimeters from her clit as I did, not touching her just yet but breathing heavily. She let out a whimper as we got in the shower together. Now, we’re no fan of PIV shower sex, but showering with someone else is often intimate just by necessity, and we were soon washing each other’s bodies.

It felt so good to just touch her.

I could be content just watching her relaxed face as I washed her hair, but soon my hands found my way to her boobs, massaging them for a while before making my way down her hourglass waist and then gently massaging her clit.

She responded with heavy breathing and constant moaning, grabbing my butt in to pull me in close before grasping at my cock.

“You’re going to need some lubrication, dear,” I said as I tried to hand her my soap, but she instead got her body lotion. “You’re smelling like me today, mister. Plus my soap isn’t industrial grade, so maybe it will actually feel nice.”

“I think it will feel nice regardl—she grasped my cock and I could say no more. Her moaning was increasing in intensity and pitch as I rubbed circles around her clit. She was struggling to jerk me off, and gasped “oh, bab—oh, I don’t think I can stand. I’m going to cum soo—” I braced my feet against the side of the tub and lifted her up (don’t try this at home, kids). Her back was against the wall, legs wrapped around me, squeezing my cock between us. She continued to jerk me off as I reached behind her to rub her clit from behind, holding her up by pure adrenaline.

She moaned even louder “I’m almost there”

“Me — me too”

“Fucking spray my tit—ohhhh!” We both exploded. I held my fingers to her clit and felt it throb in orgasm while cuming ropes onto her tits. I held her there for a minute, enjoying her aftershocks and feeling our cum mingling between our bodies.

Once I realized I was risking injury to both of us while holding her up like that, I let her down slowly, and we let the rushing water clean the cum off both our bodies. We then made out for a while, finished the shower and dried off. We sat on the floor, recuperating.

“I think my goal next is to get the upstairs bedrooms organized” I said, trying to be helpful.

My wife, being the opposite of helpful, draped her boobs over my shoulder and kissed my cheek. “And my goal is to get you to attack me next. Rules start again!” and she handed me a pair of boxers and kicked me out of the bedroom.

I thought about protesting, but never question a woman clearly in control. I started organizing the clutter in the linen closets and the guest room, when my wife walked in to help. She was wearing a black skater skirt hiked up to her navel, with two strips of translucent black lace coming up over her breasts and tied behind her neck. She could tell I was horny but confused (again), so she giggled and lifted up her skirt to show me the slinky bit of lace covering her crotch. “It’s a teddy, silly”

I nodded. “It’s irresistible, is what that is.” She turned around, bending over slightly to put her hair into a high ponytail (my favorite style because 1) it really compliments the contours in her face, and 2) blowjobs). Her whole back was bare, and when she leaned over the lower part of her ass peaked out from the hemline of her skirt.

She then turned and blew me another kiss. “Yep, I’m counting on it” and we got to work.

We worked on the upstairs for about half an hour, and I got to say I’d probably amend this part of the game next. We couldn’t touch, so that made it hard to work together, and we felt like we were walking on the thinnest ice of sexual tension. We felt so tense that we almost didn’t talk, and I didn’t really enjoy myself right away. It didn’t help that we had both just cum, and at our age, you need a little time to recharge.

Well, recharge we eventually did, and horniness levels soon rose. We kept on passing so close to each other, having super close calls. I’d work by an entry way, and she’d have to pass under my outstretched hands. She’d bend down slowly to examine some clutter, and I couldn’t do anything but watch.

But what broke me (because of course it was I that broke)? Just us passing from opposite directions in the hallway, and we stopped dead facing each other. I saw her skirt bouncing to catch up with her hips. Her ponytail swayed and stopped. And then her eyes just locked right into mine. Without thinking, I grabbed her wrists.

“You’re coming with me”

She leaned in with extra smugness “Actually, I think I’ll be cumming by myse—” It was hard to talk through a make-out session. I hoisted her up on my waist and carried her to our bedroom. I threw her down on the bed and kissed her all over, grinding my hard cock over her crotch and enjoying her moans. I pulled the tie off her neck and kissed all over each nipple. Just when I thought I should take things further, she flipped me on my back and put her finger to her lips.

“Nah-ah, you aren’t allowed to cum this round, loser.”

“I really don’t feel much like a loser now, babe”

“Oh, just you wait, mister. Let me show you what winning is like.” And with that she turned around and started grinding on my dick, reverse cow-girl style.

The sights and sounds this woman made! Her skirt was flying every which way. Her pussy scratched relentlessly over my cock. She kept digging deeper and deeper, getting louder and louder, for several minutes, until.

“Oh-a, oh-a, oohhhaaaaamygod!” Now I had heard this woman cum many different ways, but they were almost all guttural moans. Here she skipped a whole octave and came hard. I could feel her wetness come through my boxers as she absolutely mangled the bottom of her teddy trying to make as much contact as possible. Watching her cum so hard despite two layers of fabric was pretty hot, but I knew this wasn’t comfortable for her, so I pulled what was left of her teddy off from under her skirt.

She took the opportunity to climb up the bed and collapse on my chest, removing my boxers on the way up and firmly locking her pussy on my dick. Just feeling her pussy—her whole body—tremble with aftershocks felt heavenly. She clasped me tightly, Her hair draped across my body the way she knew I loved. She was only wearing her skirt, and I was only wearing her, but I felt so warm.

After a few minutes of kisses and light cuddles, she propped herself up on my chest and we started planning the rest of the day.

“No more cleaning.”

“Cool, so a late lunch date?”

“Are you asking me out, mister?”

“Uh, yeah, though I’d think after the previous hundreds of dates and, you know, two kids, this wouldn’t be a surprise.”

She giggled to herself as she made her way back to the closet. “Time for going out rules!”

I went and got dressed myself. “Yep, smart on the outside, naughty on the inside”

“How’s this look?” She came out wearing a tight sweaterdress with a low back scoop and a hemline that hit just above her knees. The dress was thick enough that it wasn’t obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, but the back was low enough to know a bra wasn’t possible.

“Looks like I could take you to my parents!” She pulled up her dress, revealing the aforementioned lack of a bra and cheeky white lace panties for my approval. “How about now?” She winked.

I pulled her in by her waist and gave her a big kiss “Maybe another weekend. Are you going to behave while we’re out”

“I don’t know?” She looked coyly to the side and started twirling her hair “What if I don’t feel like it”

“Then you’ll have to deal with the consequences”

“Phaf, like you could enforce anything on me. Ohh, and if I behave?”

“Then I think we’ll have to make our shared goal”

“Uggh, you are the corniest guy!”

I playfully smacked her butt and pushed her out of the room.

We got in the car and headed to the restaurant. The drive was tense, but uneventful. It was actually nice to just talk a bit and enjoy a meal that didn’t make a dozen dirty dishes. We were finishing up dessert, and it was obvious that the restaurant was getting colder.

“Hmm, maybe we should head home soon”

“What’s the rush?”

“Five more minutes of this and everyone will know you don’t have a bra.”

She looked down at her chest, “Oh, I suppose so. Too bad only we get to have the fun.”

We stopped at the restroom and headed to the car. We had gotten past the windy parking lot and into the car when I made a move.

“I think it’s time I start working you up again, dear”

“What here?”

“Yes” and I reached over and started rubbing her inner thighs slowly. She gasped at the unexpected (narrator: turns out she had completely expected it) touch, but kept her eyes focused straight ahead. I worked from one leg to another, slowly moving up the hemline of her dress.

As my hands inched higher, she started moaning. I stopped for a moment, and she shot me a hurtful look.

“What do you say?”

“Oh . . . come on . . .”

“Hmmm?”

“P . . . Please keep going”

“Good girl” and I continued my slow climb inching her dress up. Her moans resumed and started to gain speed. I was getting ever-so-close, but when we stopped at a light she grabbed my hand. She reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of white panties that I could have swore she was still wearing. She opened her legs, exposing her pussy.

“You might want these to clean up any mess later”

I had questions (horny but confused x3), but with my fingers half inch from my wife’s clit, now was not the time. I started rubbing around it in soft circles, and she immediately tensed and started moaning louder. As we neared our house, I wet my fingers and brushed them down her body back to her clit.

She gasped “Put them in me, baby”

“I really want to, gorgeous, but I don’t think you’re ready yet.” She leaned back, gripping the seats like a student driver instructor. As we arrived home, it would have been pretty obvious that something was happening to anyone passing by. She was arching her back and shaking. I parked in the garage, closed the door, then lowered my seat. She knew what to do immediately, and lept onto my face. My head was completely enveloped by her dress, and my tongue somehow found her clit in the darkness. I circled and sucked it, pulling on her dress to force her pelvis closer to me.

“Ah, ah, I’m going to cum soon” I immediately slowed down, just lightly stroking her clit. She whimpered in protest, and then I stopped altogether. “You’re not ready yet. Let’s go inside.” I picked her up, this beautiful woman with my spit and her own juices dripping down her legs, and laid her down on our living room floor.

And then I started just rubbing her all over. Through her hair, around her back, over and under her dress, down her legs, her pussy, not neglecting a single inch of her body. She was barely breathing now, almost in a trance, as she told me afterwards.

And relaxed. Ready. I turned her on her knees, took off my pants, and guided my dick right up to her pussy. She trembled, and almost hyperventilated.

“Are you ready?”

“. . . Y . . . Yes!”

With one stroke I plunged deep into her vagina. She stiffened for a second, and then immediately came on my dick. Her mouth was open, but nothing came out, and I could feel her violently contracting around my dick. I came right away myself, falling on top of her and moaning.

After our orgasms subsided, I untangled myself from my wife and moved her onto my chest to snuggle. I felt her smooth back, her long, soft hair over my chest. Her dress, now wet in spots with our cum, draped over my lower body.

Eventually our aftershocks subsided, and she looked up at me.

“Did we deliver?” I asked.

She nuzzled my chest. “We sure did. I feel like you did most of the work, though, in the end.”

“I think you played your part beautifully. The stuff you did in the car is the hottest stuff I’ve ever seen. When did you have time to take off your underwear?”

She giggled. “In the restroom.” She looked up at the clock, “Oh, shit, we’ve got pickup in 30 minutes”

I looked at her, her body still a somewhat trembling and dripping cum “I .. I think *I* should be the one to get the kids.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/131yvd3/after_a_day_of_sexy_chores_and_other_fun_my_wife