***I have a penpal with whom I share stories of my wife’s and my sexploits (and she does the same of hers). Below is a note I sent her some time ago, about a special fuck session while my wife’s mother was visiting. I’ve always liked it – I replay the scene in my mind a lot – so I dug it out and am posting it here. (I posted it once before under a different name but subsequently deleted that account.) I have made a few edits just to account for publishing here.***
***This really has nothing to do with my MIL (sorry to the reddit pervs lured in by the headline) … we just had to be quiet. Not sure how successful we were. Here goes:***
So … the other night. It was really an incredible experience … and I am not sure why. No one part of it stands out as being epic or anything like that. In many ways it was a lot like countless other times we have fucked or made love. But somehow the connection the other night was … charged in a way it hadn’t been in a while.
Anyway, lemme set the scene. My MIL was staying with us — she had been watching the kids while we were in NY last week and stayed a day or two after we had returned. So she had our bedroom. My wife and I stayed in our attic/play room, where we have a queensized bed tucked away in a very cool gabled nook. It’s really just a mattress that fits in the nook, not a bedframe with a boxspring. So it’s a little lower. And the ceiling is about three feet above the bed. So there’s not a lot of room, but it’s a cool sleeping spot.
However it’s not an optimal fucking spot, in part because there’s no door … just open stairs down to the 2nd floor. So there quite a bit less privacy than in one’s bedroom.
Anyway, we were both resolved to have to deal with that hurdle. As the afternoon/evening wore on we were both a bit antsy and worked up. And there wasn’t much we could do. So to kill time, we went out to dinner, just the two of us, which gave us even more of an opportunity to reconnect a bit. We were both getting desperate to get our hands on each other. Like teenagers, we were wondering when we’d get some alone time and some privacy.
When we got home, we were delighted to note that my MIL had already gone to bed (and of course the kids were asleep). My wife raced up to the attic to get ready while I spent a few minutes cleaning downstairs. When I crept up to the attic, the lights were off, but there was a bit of light coming in from the windows by which the bed lay. I could see my wife was lying on top of it. Wearing absolutely nothing. Her legs were spread. One hand massaging her left breast. The other hand buried in her pussy, rubbing and stroking and caressing.
It was an amazing sight. As I stood at the foot of the bed, taking it in, she looked right in my eyes while she continued working her cunt. The look she gave me essentially commanded me to get out of my clothes, which I did quickly. I climbed in the bed from the bottom (the only way to get in) and began to kiss my way up one of her legs. She was moaning and writhing as every little kiss, every little lick, helped me move closer to that promised spot.
I would like to say I took my time, was soft and patient and even teasing. But neither of us wanted that. I needed her pussy, have never been hungrier for anything. And she needed me kissing and sucking and licking forcefully. This was no time for gentleness. Her hands were in my hair, almost pulling my face deeper into her cunt. She whispered, begging me to suck her clit, suck it hard. As I did and she nearly exploded right away. I kept my face buried between her legs like that and brought her to two more orgasms before she implored me to come up and fuck her. I did, climbing up on top of her, her legs spread, and burying my cock as deep as I could as powerfully as I could.
It was intense. And it was insane. Her pussy gripped me voraciously — I know that sounds ridiculous, but it did. It was a nearly overwhelming sensation. I knew I wouldn’t last too long, and neither would she, and as another orgasm began to build inside her I felt myself going over the edge. Both coming together, I poured what seemed to be an almost endless stream of cum inside her. It was like a bomb went off, and we collapsed there, hot, sweaty, panting, me on top of her, inside her, a heaving puddle of oneness and sex and fuck and passion and exhilaration and exhaustion.
It was, frankly, probably no more than 8 minutes. But it was powerful and mind-expanding and so desperately needed. When I woke up, even before opening my eyes, my first thought was, “Wow, did that REALLY happen last night?”
***Anyway, thought the reddit GWS world might enjoy. Please let me know if you did.***
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i6qp41/wife_f_and_i_m_fucking_within_earshot_of_my_mil