Ah, being free is nice.
We have come to an agreement with the adult kids to pick up the youngun’ and take her out shopping/dinner on Wednesday nights. Last night was the first time in forever. The wife L and I were teasing and flirting with each other all day in anticipation of the few hours of freedom that were to cum ;)
They showed up a little after 6 and hung around chatting for far too long, I love them with all my heart, but my mind was elsewhere. After they took off L and I went to the bedroom. It was cold, way too cold. The temps dropped dramatically yesterday and we had left the windows open. We got situated under the electric blanket and started with a little nibbling. I had a whole trip planned out of what I was going to do to her. That plan failed spectacularly.
L was on her back and I was laying next to her on my side. I poured a little lube into my hand and let it sit there, warming it up. It’s so much better than slapping cold propylene glycol on your partner’s dainty parts. She sighed when I cupped her pussy. I only had one goal; to make her come so hard she left our universe and traveled to far away places of exotic orgasms. I started sliding my fingers down the length of her sex, letting her clit feel the hills and valleys of my fingers. When she started to respond and gyrate her hips I started to focus on her clit with up/down, circular, and side-to-side attacks.
“Don’t hold back. We finally have the house to ourselves, so let me know how you feel.” I whispered into her ear as she starts to cum.
Her first orgasm is brief and fleeting.
As she starts to come back down from her first orgasm I slide my middle and ring finger into her and curl them up. I can feel the ridges on my finger tips and she is already bucking against the intrusion. She know what is about to happen as I start to rub her G-spot slowly. She loves the “come-hither.” I love to hear her grunt, squeal, moan. We usually have to hold it in and hide it with a little music or TV. Tonight she is not holding back at all. I have never, in all our years, heard her react like this though. She’s not exaggerating, she’s not adding anything for drama. L’s feet are flat on the mattress and her ass leaves is up in the air as she starts to whimper. I can tell she is about to have a huge, bursting orgasm. I want to keep her there. I don’t want her to come back just yet.
L peaks. She’s speaking gibberish at this point. I may need an old priest and a young priest.
I pulled my fingers out of her and start to manipulate her engorged and on-fire clit again. This adds the desired fuel to her rocket ascension to the heavens. She keeps coming. At this point I am so very hard and I feel like I will come just from being excited at being in the same bed as this firecracker. I started to rub my cock on the outside of her convulsing thigh as I work her.
I slide my fingers back into her and pull, lifting her back up. A few more rubs on her G-Spot and then back to her clit. I start alternating this pattern. Few seconds on her clit then back inside. It’s amazing how much abuse her pussy is taking. I am not being gentle AT ALL. I am frigging her clit mercilessly and I am pounding her G-Spot brazenly hard. Back and forth, back and forth. Her poor mind and body cannot keep up and I swear she has been coming forever now. It’s not stopping.
When her legs start to tremble from exertion I roll over on top of her and slide in, full thrust and one long stroke. I am already getting there myself and I have just begun. her legs are quivering and she is bucking. You have never heard the shit coming out of this woman’s mouth. The mother of my child is pure animal at this point. She is normally so sweet and soft-spoken. I am bursting with pride that I have turned her into a mess.
It’s a dangerous move, but I start to pull all of the way out and slam my dick into her as hard as I can. Time is not on my side, and If i get the angle wrong I will break it. Fuck it, she’s still quivering and I am already close. I only last for a few more minutes and then boom goes the dynamite! I collapse on top of her. Contented. Gasping. She looks me in the eye, I lock onto her mouth before we start to giggle.
The room is now silent. Even the amateur pron that we had started on the TV when we layed down is long gone. I don’t know who Jill and Jack are, but we outlasted them by a long shot. I can’t wait until next Wednesday.
Ancient legend says that if you listen closely, you can still her her groans and squeals echo off of the bedroom walls.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mhsn5z/she_let_go_mf_nonfiction