After joining [M]y first ever D&D group, I [F]ucked the two wives.

I’ve always been a bit nerdy, but I’m not the stereotypical nerd, if that’s what you pictured as soon as you read “D&D.” I’ve played sports most of my entire life, my highest level at a D1 college, and most would place me in the “jock” or “party” crowd without knowing me. The reason I even took the leap into this nerdom was because my best friend passed away. He had always wanted me to join his D&D groups, but I thought the whole RP thing was just too much. After he died, I felt compelled to at least try once.

So, I went to /r/lfg and replied to a post in my city. I was the first one to reply, but soon after we had a full group ready to meet. The DM chose to host, and we all met up the first Sunday we were all available. The group consisted of the DM, two married couples, myself, and one other guy. I still remember how amazed I was upon seeing how attractive each wife was. Amy, was a gorgeous “Cali” girl. Tall and tanned blonde, with quite the large bust. Her husband, George, was the only reason she joined. They were quite the mismatch, as George had lucked out by dating way out of his league. Later I would find out that they started as childhood neighbors and friends.

Becca, the other wife, is a cosplayer. She’s Korean, average height, ample bust, and nice thin legs. Her husband, Tom, is an engineer. Both Becca and Tom appeared to have equal enthusiasm about playing. The DM was average and cool, and the other guy in our group was your total weeb and anime lover.

Our group hit it off immediately and we started playing every Sunday from that point on. The girls bonded the most and essentially turned into best friends. Even though the weeb would do anime poses and attempts at hand seals, and was too shy to state how much in love he was with Becca, (yellow fever) everything was great.

Part one, of this story is about Amy. While we communicated primarily through a group chat, one day Amy texted me. It appeared innocent, just asking me some questions about random stuff. Through the weeks of playing, out of the players, I would chat with Amy the most. Then maybe Becca and Tom equally. Outside of the game, Amy had more in common with myself than the others.

Over time, we lightly flirted, nothing too serious, but there was an aura of sexual tension between us. She knew I couldn’t get over the cleavage her tops displayed, or how tight her shirts would be to contain her chest. She would ask both Becca and I about our opinions on clothing. I wouldn’t say everything was innocent, but neither of us attempted to cross any lines.

Everything changed after one particular Sunday. Amy messaged the group saying that George had to drive home (another state away) and help his brother with a house that flooded. Since Amy had Monday classes, she couldn’t go. Also, since they had one car between them, she also needed to sit out that session. Immediately, everyone in the group replied back with “sorry to hear,” and “best wishes for George,” along with offers of rides. Since I lived the closest, Amy took up my offer.

I arrived at their apartment and was amazed at what I saw walk up to where I was parked. Amy had on a floral pattern summer dress with an amount of cleavage that nearly made my mouth water. Her long and tanned legs were accentuated by her high heels that were clicking with each of her steps. Besides her d&d bag that contained things like a laptop, dice, and minis, she looked like she was going trying out for a modeling gig.

The drive isn’t long to the DM’s house, but we had to take the highway. Unfortunately, I didn’t check my GPS to know that there had been an accident and traffic was at a stand still. This gave Amy and I plenty of time to chat, and without the presence of George, it felt much more natural and open. I’m sure she could see my peeks and glances as my eyes took in the sights of her legs and half displayed breasts.

We were only about twenty minutes late when we arrived, but had to park about a quarter of the street away from the DM’s house. This wasn’t unusual as the street is always swarmed with on street parking. It was just a simple joke that left my mouth, one that caused both of us to erupt in laughter. I had no intention of knowing that she would place her hand on mine, as if to slap it at first. Only it didn’t, and it just stayed there until after a second our eyes connected. This was the first time we physically touched, and although it was so minor, it set things off.

“I..” was all Amy could muster out, unaware and afraid of how to continue. I was in shock, but lust was more than willing to reign in control of my body. Turning, I ran my hand up Amy’s arm, while my fingertips felt like they were being electrified with excitement. Up her arm, over her shoulder, up her neck, and finally with my hand at the back of her head, I made my move.

Leaning in, our lips connected and suddenly we were making out like teenagers. My tongue founds her, dancing wildly with it. It probably lasted about ten seconds when her phone rang out from a message, causing us to finally break off. We were each glazed over with desire and lust, but we ended up just smiling and remaining silent. Neither saying anything while we left my car and proceeded to join our group.

The session for the most part went on as normal. Though, Amy and I were stealing little looks at each other throughout the night. A few times her bare foot would glide up my leg, but never further than to the bottom of my shorts. A few times, I would catch her foot with my hand underneath the table and give it a rub. During a break, both of us went upstairs (played in the furnished basement) into the kitchen for drinks and snacks. Secretly, we flirted with small touches. My lips found the back of her neck and planted a kiss that sent her head upward with her eyes closed. I was about to slide my hands over her body when I heard footsteps ascending the stairs.

The last part of the session, Amy went cold after taking a call from George. No more secret glances, no more footsies. I even overheard her during the last break asking Becca if she and Tom would give her a ride home. However, without an excuse other than she just didn’t want to bother me again, Becca countered back that she was sure I didn’t mind. I had driven both Becca and Tom, and the weeb, other times before and mentioned that I was always down to help.

Back in my car after we all said our goodbyes, I could feel the guilt just emanating from Amy. She was distant and quiet, mostly looking out the side of my passenger window. Eventually, I spoke up along the lines of, “hey I’m sorry about earlier. I can completely forget it, or if it comes down to it, I’ll leave the group if it’ll help.” Amy didn’t reply or really react.

When I parked my car at her place, Amy didn’t get out. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know….” Her sentence didn’t finish. After many seconds went by, Amy started to talk about her relationship with George. How they thought they were soul-mates. How their families are best friends and their parents expected them to get married from an early age. She admitted to falling in love with him as a child, but always wondered in her mind of “what if?” From middle school on, she knew she had the attention of boys. In high school, she had to reject so many offers from guys who knew she was dating George. Then she got married to him while still in college, at an all time high of getting hit on.

“He must never know.” She said to me, finally placing her eyes upon mine. In a moment of stupidity, I actually asked “know what?” Before it had dawned on myself, I almost blew my chance. “I mean,” I remember saying while shaking my head in embarrassment, “I won’t tell anyone.” Afterward, it was a bit awkward as Amy lead me to her apartment and inside. However, once her door was closed and locked, I took the initiative and pressed my body hard against hers.

Any resistance she felt was melted away as our mouths were upon each other. My hands started groping her hard, until they grabbed her ass underneath her dress. I lifted her up and she instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around my body. With some guidance, I took her into the bedroom she shares with George and laid her down on the bed. Amy, immediately started to take off her heels, tossing them onto the floor as I started removing my own clothes.

In seconds, both of our bodies were completely naked, and I got to drink in the heavenly sight of Amy. Her breasts were magnificent to say the least, especially above her toned stomach. I jumped on the bed and dove my head down between her legs, after spreading them wide. I lapped and licked her pussy, settling onto her clit where I played her like an instrument. I love to eat pussy, but this was off the charts as I found exactly what caused her arch her back off her bed in pleasure. In no time, likely from all the sexual tension and build up, Amy came hard as her lower body was bucking and quivering.

While her muscles relaxed and her breathing started to calm, I just gently kissed all over her body. She leaned her head up, looking at my aching and hard cock, getting the first good look at it. “Oh god, I don’t know if I can take that.” She said before laughing. “But I want it so fucking bad.” I felt the ego boost as I moved upward as her hands pulled my mouth to hers. I’ve been told by women that I’m hung, but it’s always nice to hear again.

Leaning up and breaking off our kiss, I couldn’t hold back anymore and I grabbed the base of my cock and held it forth as I began to slide the head up and down her wet labia. In the moment, I didn’t think about condoms, and likely wouldn’t have cared if I had. Amy never mentioned anything, so I placed my cock at her entrance and started to thrust inward. I didn’t slam in or anything like that, it took a lot of coaxing and short back and forth sawing to make every inch after inch disappear into that tight pussy of hers.

Eventually, I was able to get the entire length of my shaft inside, and felt her walls begin to adjust to the girth. After that, I started to gradually fuck Amy harder and rougher. Her mattress started to squeak more consistently and faster as I began to hammer deep strokes of my cock. From hard breathing, Amy began to moan louder and louder. I figured if I was only get to fuck Amy once, I might as well push her limits.

I slipped my cock out, and told Amy to get on all fours. She happily complied as she got into position. “How is it? How is fucking a new cock?” I yelled after I began to bounce off her ass. “So good, so fucking good.” She replied back with a high pitch. I wanted more, so I raised my hand and smacked her tight ass. She squealed in response, but it was clear she liked it. Again, I smacked her ass, the pop just slicing through the air in her room. “You fucking like that slut?” I grunted out loudly, not even thinking about if calling her a slut was too soon. But she just screamed out “yes.” Followed by, “Oh god, I’m a slut…slutslutsslut.” I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying but with every thrust of my cock as I bucked against her ass, I swear she was just saying slut repeatedly.

I wrapped that angelic hair of hers around my palm and pulled her head up in the air. “George has never fucked you like this?” I asked, risking the moment by bringing up the name of her husband. “Never.” She screamed out as her pussy started to convulse on my cock before slipping me out as she collapsed on the bed shaking.
When she appeared ready again, I pulled her back up and started slamming into her again. This time both of my hands were on her hips, guiding them back as I bucked forward, our bodies crashing into each other. The sound of the mattress and my balls slapping repeated over and over, along with her high pitched moans of pleasure crying out.

“Fuck,” I grunted out, as my breathing increased heavily. I could feel my orgasm about to explode as I hissed out. “Cum,” Amy tried to yell out. I’m pretty sure she was telling me to cum inside of her, but she only got one word out before she started wailing. In one of the best orgasms of my life, I flooded her pussy while coaxing out my cum by rocking my cock back and forth. She set off one last time, shaking and slipping my now fluid slathered cock as she came and writhed on her stained sheets.

After cuddling for a moment, I made her lick up my cock and clean it off. Amy would go on to talk about how sex was never like that before with George. She explained that finally she understood what other girls talked about when it came to size as apparently George is below average size. She described how George would never take control, always wanting soft and gentle missionary. She would usually cum on her vibrator after sex, while George stroked her body with his hands, and how it all pales in comparison to having finally cum on someone’s cock.

I stayed the night, fucking Amy every time I got hard again. She was on BC, so it always ended in a creampie, and she grew to love to clean my cock after each round. We fucked in the morning before I left, then the rest of that Monday after her classes were done. Finally, she sucked me off before she had to leave Tuesday morning before George arrived back home. She messaged me that she was glad he had a low libido because the marathon of fucking had left her beyond sore.

The next Sunday, we pretended like nothing had changed between us, going on with the game as normal. Very few little hidden peeks, no footsies or secret touching. However, the next week, we couldn’t take it anymore. Amy started coming over to my place every other day and we would fuck as much as possible. Our cheating relationship also turned into a dom/sub dynamic. Both in and out of the bedroom she was transferring power over herself to me.

Eventually, her friendship with Becca paid off when we went to a local anime convention.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fh4kh2/after_joining_my_first_ever_dd_group_i_fucked_the