‘I did something bad tonight, honey.’ (Part 1) [MF]

This is a personal story that happened quite recently. I never imagined I would find any of this hot until roughly one year ago when I was gradually sucked into the lifestyle.

I met my fiancée, Marie, in college where we became a couple shortly after being introduced by a mutual friend. We always had a lot of chemistry both in bed and in our daily lives. It’s been five years and our relationship never got stale since we both tried to keep it interesting and fresh. She is fairly tall (5’8″), has curly brunette hair and looks absolutely stunning.

Marie always had a very active social life which more recently started to include hitting the clubs with a couple of her college girlfriends pretty much every Friday night. Both of us had just entered a new phase in our lives and gotten new jobs which was stressful, so I didn’t really mind. Everyone needs to blow of some steam from time to time and hey, what harm could there really be?

Up until this point, our sex life had been pretty standard. She was very vanilla and my idea of kinky sex was basically her gently tying my arms and blindfolding me or similar stuff. Neither of us was experienced since we had both lost our virginities to one another. As in most relationships, our sex had gotten less frequent over the years but we were still trying to keep it exciting despite the circumstances. And at least to me it was definitely still satisfying – her tender moves, her smell, the way she moaned when she climaxed…

One evening, she came home earlier than expected from her girl‘s night out. She was wearing a slightly revealing black dress and nothing but sheer pantyhose underneath. For some reason she was visibly shaken and looked at me with a mixture of confusion and arousal in her eyes. With a swift motion of her legs she kicked her high heels in one corner of the room and approached me, still trembling.

Before I could even ask if there was something wrong with her, she guided my hand between her legs where I could feel the silky fabric of her tights. While I started to feel her up, she let out a soft moan and bit her lips, still eying me intensely. I could feel that her pantyhose was torn somewhere at her right upper thigh, but knowing how fast they sometimes break, I brushed aside any suspicion I might have had. To be perfectly honest, Marie had rarely been that spontaneous and I certainly wasn’t going to let a situation where she was horny like that go to waste.

She guided my head towards her crotch and I breathed in her sexy, sweaty scent while caressing her thighs with my hands. Slowly, I started peeling off her pantyhose and panties, although I didn’t get far. She pressed my mouth against her pussy and I instinctively started licking. She was extremely wet and swollen down there which to me was a huge turn-on. Just breathing her in like that was something out of this world. The way she moaned when my tongue hit her clit, how eagerly she pressed my face against her crotch, almost grinding me. I nearly came from that alone, it was just heaven.

I could feel that she was already about to cum, even though I still had no idea what even got her so horny in the first place. Then, she started stroking my dick with her foot. It felt like an afterthought, she was so lost in the moment that I was surprised she even remembered to take care of me. The silky fabric of her pantyhose brushed against my hard-on and I could feel that the whole situation was pushing me over the edge as well. With a sound that could only described as a grunt, her whole body started shaking and she came while still pressing my face against her pussy. Needless to say, I also came there and then, spurting cum all over her foot and our floor. It was one of the best orgasms I had ever had because of how naughty and animalistic it all seemed.

We sank down on the couch and started cuddling. I could see that she was upset about something. Her hands were still shaking and she was avoiding looking directly into my eyes. I didn’t want to press her, so we just laid there for a while, recovering from the moment we had just shared. Eventually, she started talking but her voice was trembling: ‘I did something bad tonight, honey.’

I was completely frozen in an instant. Thoughts started rushing through my head but seeing as she was still upset, I couldn’t stop comforting her. ‘It’s okay’, I answered, gently stroking her hair. ‘You can tell me, I promise I won’t be mad.’

Soon after, she started opening up about her night out in the club. It had been a pretty typical night, she was dancing with her friends and having a good time. Maybe she had been drinking a bit too much, maybe the dense air got to her – she wasn’t sure how it happened, but after a trip to the lady’s room, she couldn’t find her friends again. The dance floor was packed and after searching for a bit, she just decided to get a new drink and dance a bit on her own. She deliberately kept close to the bar in hopes that eventually, her friends would find her.

Soon, a stranger approached her and started dancing with her. She didn’t mind the attention and admitted that she thought he was quite handsome. Going with the vibes and being considerably more drunk than probably good for her, their dancing got more and more intimate until she could smell his cologne and feel his breath on her neck. After being that close for a while, she felt his hands on her body, first only on her arms and waist. She knew that she should probably put a stop to that but she was lost in the moment and confessed that it also felt kinda naughty… in a good way! Here she was dancing very closely with a complete stranger while her boyfriend was at home and didn’t suspect a thing.

His touches got more and more intimate and soon she was dancing with him, while he had one hand on her butt while directly staring into her eyes. She, on the other hand, still had her drink in her hand and therefore couldn’t really touch him the way she might have wanted in that moment. Still, she let it all happen. Then, she felt one hand on her thigh. He was slowly approaching her crotch area and her heart started pumping nervously. They were still surrounded by people in this club and the guy who felt her up was a complete stranger. He was gently rubbing her pussy from outside her tights and she could feel every motion. At one point she even started grinding his strong fingers and she admitted to me that in this moment it felt amazing.

Suddenly, he started ripping her pantyhose close to her crotch and slid two of his fingers inside. She could feel his tender touches on her thigh while he was approaching her panties underneath the fabric of her tights. For a few moments, she just let him continue but then a sudden moment of clarity hit her and she pulled back. He looked at her in confusion and she mumbled a few apologetic words before retreating and leaving the club as fast as possible.

The way home must have been terrible. Apparently, she was still horny as hell but feelings of guilt overcame her at the same time. She admitted that at one point she was tempted to just enter a closeby alleyway and rub one out there and then. But really all she could think about was me sitting at home, completely oblivious to the situation that had just unfolded and how she had endangered our whole relationship just because she had been drunk and horny. When she arrived at our apartment, the only thought still occupying her head was that she needed to cum. Here and now. No matter what.

She started sobbing and told me again and again how sorry she was for not only giving herself to that stranger on the dancefloor but also to take advantage of me like that. Storming in here, after all that had happened and not being able to form a clear thought other than I should lick her where only minutes earlier his fingers had been.

Seeing her like that, such an uncontrollable mess in my arms, something in me clicked and I continued to calm her down. I was angry and jealous but also… turned on? Even though I had just cum, my dick was hard as a rock again. She was still crying and panicking, saying I was going to leave her now and that I must hate her after what had happened. I tried my best to calm her down, assuring her that no, I was not going to leave her and that everyone makes mistakes. I told her that she had done the right thing to come clean to me basically as soon as possible and that I still trusted her. And as long as nothing like that would ever happen again, nothing in our relationship would change.

That definitely seemed to calm her down and after she was not sobbing anymore, I gave her a big hug and said to her that everything was going to be okay. She put on her pajamas and went to sleep soon after but only after asking me for like a dozen times whether I was really okay and telling me that I had the right to be upset.

But the strange thing is: I wasn’t. After she was sound asleep, I went back to the living room where she had dropped her clothes. I picked up her pantyhose, looking at the tear in the fabric and started imagining how the stranger had felt Marie up on that dance floor. Before I even really knew what I was doing, I was rubbing my dick while still looking at her tights. The thought of how she must have looked, giving herself in to the pleasure of that moment and how she had come home after that absolutely needing to cum drove me insane. I came within seconds and my whole body was shivering because of how intense my orgasm had just been.

Embarrassed, I put her clothes in the washer and cleaned up my mess before going to bed. I cuddled with her, still confused about my feelings towards this whole situation but with a seed implanted deep inside my head…

… to be continued.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gqhc92/i_did_something_bad_tonight_honey_part_1_mf