Hey Reddit
(I meant to cross post this here last night but apparently I failed)
I was in two minds about posting this but after a talk with my fiancé we’ve decided it’s OK.
So, I’ve been a bit starved recently, as my fiancé had to go and work away for just over 6 weeks.
We live fairly remote now. Nobody else that was at home was able to drive either, so I was pretty much just stuck here for 6 weeks.
For those who’ve not read my past posts, you should know that:
A) I’ve a very high sex drive.
B) I’ve got a real thing for sharing my fiancé with other women, ideally within a threesome, but I don’t have to be involved every time.
While he was away, the place he was staying at had some other guests. From what he’s said I think they may actually have been bending the Covid rules there somewhat.
One of the other guests was a girl who was very sexually open minded and also bisexual.
We always explain our dynamic to any dates/hook-ups/etc, so they are fully aware.
They had some chemistry and she was very into the whole sharing thing. This resulted in them having sex a few times with the phone on loud speaker so I could hear everything.
Off the back of this we are making arrangements to meet up for a threesome in the future.
As you can imagine, hearing that, and the lack of my fiancé, was driving me somewhat crazy with sexual frustration.
I’ve probably only made things worse for myself in that respect by talking to a few other redditors about things too.
Since the moment he got back I’ve pretty much pounced on him every opportunity I’ve had.
Friday was a particularly crazy day though.
I was the first awake, which is unusual. If I am the first awake and he needs to get up too, I will usually snooze his alarm and wake him up with a blowjob instead. He was already hard so it didn’t take me very long to have him fully alert. Almost as soon has he came, he pulled me onto him and started working my clit with his hand till I came.
He then rolled me onto my back and placed his arm firmly over my hips. He then started to finger me to orgasm, at which point he began eating me out, leaving his fingers inside ready.
He does this amazing thing where he seems to know my body better than I do myself, he’s able to get me to orgasm on my clit, then my spot, then my clit again, etc, etc. It sends waves and waves of pleasure right through me. It’s unbearable but in a good way. My body always tries to resist it but he’s far to strong and holds my still just enough for him to do what he’s got to do.
I’m now feeling pretty exhausted from the multiple orgasms, only for the additional wave of pleasure as I feel him carefully easing his dick inside me.
Within a few minutes I find myself cumming again, he quickly followed after.
We lay there and cuddled for a moment before he had to shower. He had a meeting at work so he needed to be ready.
The satisfaction didn’t last long on account of how deprived I’d been and instead of getting ready I lay there playing with myself for a bit whilst he was in the shower.
The moment he came back into the bedroom, I pounced on him again, stealing his towels and dropping to my knees. He resisted slightly at first, but I promised him we could be quick.
With that he lifted me up onto the bed and was straight back inside me. I came pretty much instantly. I looked at him and gave a nod towards the floor. He knew exactly what I wanted. I got onto my hands and knees over the dryer of the two towels and he was right in there behind me.
This is probably my favourite kind of sex with him, he starts of slow but firm and it almost feels like he drags an orgasm out of me. As I start to cum, he picks up the pace until we do what we’ve nicknames “rag dolling” me. It took a lot of convincing for him to do this originally as I’m quite petite and tight, and he’s quite the opposite. The slight mix of pain, pleasure, and the fact he literally can hammer another orgasm or two out of me like this is incredible. It wasn’t long before I was gushing over him, my legs, the towels. He then unloaded into me again.
I was totally spent, he picked me up, dried me off a bit and put me back to bed, then got dressed then went and brought me a couple bottles of water before going to work in his office.
I sent a couple messages on Reddit and just lay there resting for a bit.
I still wasn’t done though. The problem is, my fiancé takes his work quite seriously and it can be a challenge to pry him away from it at times. In his defence, our entire family is pretty much dependant on his business at the moment so it is important.
I went, did a few of my jobs, helped my mum and aunt for a bit, then went and made some lunch for my fiance.
The lunch, then went in the fridge for a bit, while I put my plan into action.
I know he loves the look of my hair when it’s wet, plus that & me in a towel reminds him of how we met.
So, I went for a shower. I then wrapped myself in a towel just about big enough to cover everything, then took him his lunch.
There are two doors to the Office, the interior one is right by the back of his desk so I had to knock and check he wasn’t on a video call. I’d no intentions of giving a show to his clients.
He wasn’t so in I go, the look on his face told me he knew exactly what I was doing. I played coy, acted innocent and told him I was just bringing him lunch. I made sure to give him a seductive lip bite as these are probably his biggest weakness.
Skip forwards a few moments and I’m spread over the sofa with him treating me to the magic of his tongue/fingers again.
I lost count of how many times he forced me to cum like this. I was practically begging him to just fuck me, but there was an element of playful punishment here. He had me suspended between orgasm and orgasm. He was able to keep me still enough to do this, but it was to the point where even the smallest, lightest of touches would send a spasm through my legs and stomach.
He finally stopped this and just kissed me, even my lips were tingling from his touch. He’d essentially turned my entire body into an erogenous zone.
I then told him to sit on the sofa, I tried to undo his belt but I was a bit uncoordinated in this state. He helped me, and guided me till I was straddling him, his hands holding me steady. I eased myself onto him and again came almost instantly with very little movement. I tried to unbutton his shirt but my hands were shaking too much. He helped me, I ran my hands over his chest and began riding him, it didn’t take very long for me to cum again and collapse into him.
He asked me if I’d had enough, but I managed in a trembly voice to tell him I wanted him to ragdoll me again.
He helped me down to the floor, grabbed a cushion for my head, and then held my hips up for me as he guided himself in.
I could feel myself almost there again, not entirely sure how many more I could take, sure enough I began to cum again, which signalled him to start going faster.
This is where it gets rather embarrassing, the office, has a large outward facing window.
In my incredibly overwhelmed state of ecstasy, mid orgasm, I notice our postman turning around from the door.
I tried to blurt the word post, as if it wasn’t already too late, but it just came out as another moan, I was right there with the full force of another orgasm, just as my fiancé lets out a groan as he finished inside me, unaware that our postman has just seen me, head down, arse up, getting fucked full force.
He flopped down on the floor next to me, we both lay there in our sweaty cummy mess, exhausted. I tried to talk but it was a quivery trembly mumble. When he’s treated me to that many orgasms I pretty much lose all ability to talk, or move actually for a good 15 minutes, if not more.
When I finally regained some control back, I told him we were caught by the postman. He laughed, asking if I was sure or if I was just seeing things.
For context, sometimes when I’ve had a lot of orgasms in quick succession, I can hallucinate a little bit, although more commonly I pass out for a matter of seconds. The hallucination is quite rare, and it’s usually just swirly colours, etc. I’ve also had some amnesia, although one of those times we were actually doing a challenge to see how many orgasms he could make me have doing the alternating method mentioned above before I used a safe word.
Anyway, he got redressed, and then carried me back to our room as I still wasn’t quite able to walk very steady. He got me some more water. I really love this about him, he knows that I get really thirsty after sessions like this and he always makes sure I’ve lots to drink.
He nipped back down to the Office to finish a bit of work he had to do.
Whilst there, he got the confirmation that I 100% didn’t hallucinate the postman, as he left a “Royal Mail” card through the door, with the note: LEFT PARCELS IN SHED! YOU WERE “BUSY” then initialled it.
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We do get on well with our postman, my fiancé does anyway. Whilst we don’t think he would even know what Reddit is, we trust that he won’t say anything should he happen to be aware of this. He’s not the type to blab about such things, more the type to tease us about it until he retires though. I’m not sure I want to receive any post ever again now.
My fiancé then took us all out to a beer garden for the rest of the afternoon.
As I was in the shower, he snuck into join me. He used his fingers to give me yet another orgasm. I told him I didn’t think I can physically take anymore.
He decided to prove me wrong though. He just finished getting dressed as I was still getting dry, he then picked me up, threw me on the bed and went down on me till I came a couple times more. He then stops very quickly, throws me my clothes I’d hung up and told me off for making everyone late, with a flash of his sexy smirk that he does that melts me every time.
We then spent the afternoon getting rained on in a beer garden.
We got back and sat down to watch a film together with the family, I was hoping to get a little bit more from him in the evening, but the next thing I knew it was morning. I’d dosed off within the first few minutes of the film and he then carried me off to bed and I slept through. Can’t imagine why I was so worn out.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nkotud/fm_a_sex_filled_day_we_got_caught_by_the_postman