It’s been 5 fucking weeks. We’ve behaved in lockdown, plus he has had company in his house…we are a complete secret.
Somehow weve spoken everyday since December. I’m not talking like “Hi” like many messages with IDK what’s in them..
Over the past 5 weeks, weve dipped inbetween sexting. Discussing childhood, upset, joy, played games, winding each other up, making each other laugh. We are honest and complete wind ups to each other.
See previous posts for sexcounters.
An opportunity arises for us..company is leaving for a day or so. My husband is encouraging me to be with my friends as “I always return in a good mood and deserve a little Me time” and we are horny as hell.
It’s late but nessasary, “coast is clear” he messages. I make my excuses. I’m wished a lovely evening by my husband of 15years, chuck on some joggers and a hoodie. Grabbing my keys and phone. I’ve no time to grab any sex toys or gifts (I would never turn up to someones empty handed) this is RAW need today.
I drive over, nervous as can be. Tummy rolling, knowing this is going to be everything we need.
Parking up, slowly close the door and hope no neighbours notice were breaking rules. Knocking quietly. He opens the door.
Oh Shit. He is soo damn gorgeous. He has allowed his natural hair to grow (a soft short black afro is forming and some light facial hair) he suits it soo well. He is a unique person and can totally pull it off with his confidence. In just a robe, he towers over me slightly and I’m already like jelly.
The door closes behind us, we take one look at each other and kiss. Hugging, kissing passionatly and if a suitable place to lay was behind us I’m pretty sure we would have fucked there.
Coffee first.
He prepares the coffee, I take the opportunity to feel his soft hair. Check him out and make small talk. It’s so easy to talk and feel welcome with him.
Upstairs is our place to relax. Life is hectic and weve nicknamed this time to be a ‘spa’.
Fully clothed I kneel on the bed and kiss again. He starts to undress me, my luxury 36G bra has him stuck but he pulls down my joggers with such ease. Grabbing my arse and sucking my tits we need to fuck.
Removing the robe and pushing me down to lay he is at my knees.
He kisses me, using his tongue for the first time. It’s a weak spot of mine…I ache more than ever. He breaks to do exactly what he is excellent at, making me come over his face.
Parting my legs I feel his breath first, jeez. An intense stroke with his tongue first ‘Holy Shit why doesnt my husband do this’ Circling my clit, licking me all over, sucking. The image of him inbetween my legs is too much. I’m trying to hold out, I’ve been throbbing for days but hes too good. Fingers in his hair thrusting into his face I come Hard and feel the relief I’ve needed for so long.
Coming back up to kiss me, he enters me with his full, black dick. MY GOD. He is a little bigger than my husband, thicker..but he just knows what to to with it.
Were embraced. Kissing, fucking in missionary. I tell him to come in me.
(I’m not on contraception, I’m married and have my children. But I’ve ovulated this month and were ok)
He has never come in me before, but I fucking want it. The thrust, feeling his come in me. I want it dribbling in my knickers at home.
Were embraced, hot and gentle. His extra girth and inch noticable as it feels so wonderfully deep. Slow so I can feel every stretch, looking at each other I think, FINALLY.
Stroking everything inside my pussy, I’m building and so is he.
I tell him I want to feel every single drop. Harder and faster, sweating, kissing, fucking were both close to ecstasy. He whispers “I Love You”. I fucking lose it, I am so fucking wet. I feel him jolt, his come face is damn sexy looking into his eyes..every thrust,every drop of come inside me. All I imagined it to be…we kiss once more as he remains in me. Hugging just a little before parting to catch our breath and cool the fuck down.
I’m not sure we can go back to the pullout method now.
We chill for a few hours, fucking twice more. More come for me to take home and sleep with in my knickers next to my husband.
Once FWB we’ve decided to make this a full blown affair. I want to freely express my feelings, trust him, try new things, live out fantasies and treat him how he deserves.
We have one rule only. I always go home to my husband.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gawotk/lockdown_lovers_mf