2 are wetter than 1 – Our [MF] sexty afternoon romp

[For backstory and part 1 click here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5v1vkn/2_are_wetter_than_1_long_read_but_worth_it_mff/)

[For our second date click here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5ve2bk/2_are_wetter_than_1_second_dates_are_better_than/)

He came home from work to find me in bed, still warm from an afternoon nap. We didn’t say much as he took of his clothes and climbed in next to me. We talked about our day, and then I told him I’d been texting her all day. Our favorite toy.

He took my phone and began to scroll until he found the last text he’d read. He began to read through our exchanges, which ranged from the general everyday flirty mundane talk to graphic descriptions of the things we wanted to do to each other.
She and I are hungry for each other, and for sex. She is the horniest person I know besides me, and I’m still not sure how I found her. We love to describe in detail the things we want to do to each other.

*Me: “I want you to fuck me with the strap on. That was amazing. He said watching you ride me while he grabbed your ass was the most amazing thing ever”*

He groaned as he read these graphically dirty things that I, his wife, sent to this sexy blond woman we’d only just met. I was staring at his cock, and I could feel my pussy throb as I looked at him. I moved downwards and decided to try something new. Instead of my hands, I began to use my hair all over him. I started rubbing it on his stomach and sides, going quickly over his still soft dick, and up the other side. By the second stroke over him with my hair, his cock was twitching and he was having a hard time concentrating on the phone in his hand. Every time I sensed that I was distracting him from his reading, I’d stop moving.

*Her: “He should feel welcome to cum whenever and wherever he wants. The beauty of a threesome is we can just continue without him till he’s ready again.”*

He loves when she talks about him like this, I can tell. His dick was now hard and twitching. I wrapped my hair around it, playing with the insides of his thighs and rubbing it softly around the head. I’ve now started to run my fingers all over him because I knew he was almost done reading. I played with his head with just my tongue, and took him fully in my mouth once in a while because I was just too hungry for it not to.

By the time he set the phone down, my pussy was dripping wet, I could feel it between my thighs. I instantly climbed on top of him and began riding him, making him recap his favorite parts of the conversation and our night together.

Usually I get way too greedy for his orgasm when I’m like this. It’s like a power trip for me and I love to take total control of him. But this was different – I wanted to work us both into a frenzy.
I started riding him as hard and fast as I could while he told me how much he loved watching her cum the night before. I could feel him swelling and tightening inside me, so I slowed almost to a stop. I decided to make him take the control away from me if he wanted to cum.

I kept this up a few more times, then said softly “If you want to cum, you’re going to have to do it. I’ll just keep teasing you like this all fucking day”. I didn’t stop sliding my pussy up and down his cock while I said it, but I was moving painfully slow. I rode just the head for 8 or 9 strokes, feeling it come so close to sliding out of me. Then I’d sit all the way down on him, burying him inside me.

He said “lay on your front.” He didn’t ask, I’m not even sure he was aware he said it. I put a pillow under me because it pushes my g spot closer to him somehow and I knew I was about to get fucked good. I could feel my wetness all the way up between my ass cheeks, and he slid into me effortlessly. I was facedown on the bed and had my ass cocked in the air pressing harder and harder against him but staying as still as possible, just making him fuck me.

“Harder, please. It makes me feel so slutty to just lay here while you fuck me.” It came out as barely more than a whimper. I was so close. I could feel him putting so much pressure right on the right spot. I arched my back further which made the underside of his rock-hard dick press down hard on my g spot. My face was pressed into the pillow and all I could do was grunt and moan while pushing back into him. The orgasm takes over my entire self, and seemed to last forever. Time and space mean nothing when I cum like that. It’s like I’m not even myself for those moments.

I was done. I lay there motionless and spent as he finished inside me seconds later, fully satisfied. He fell to the bed beside me and we just gazed at each other, feeling complete…for now.

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