At the end of my [last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nnbiif/f_how_a_suburban_housewife_decided_to_record/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) , I was standing in a conference center the size of a small city, hiding in an alcove, sending a picture to a stranger on the internet. He had requested to see how wet I was. How wet he had made me.
Until now, I had avoided interactions like this—I’m married, after all. I found myself recording audio porn for myself only. Bringing others into my porny secret Reddit life would only complicate things. But I couldn’t resist the excitement. The sexual tension, *faaaack*, the tension!
I remember that day I was wearing cropped black slacks with a Led Zeppelin t-shirt under a blazer, and heels. My hair was loose and wavy, slightly tousled. I remember this because he asked what I was wearing, and I didn’t consider lying about it, as I might have if I was at home. At home, of course, I was frumpy. I was holey sweats and a ponytail. But there was something about being here, something about being alone in a strange city that made me feel completely special and completely anonymous. It had been a while since I turned men’s heads in public, but I felt good. There was something devilishly satisfying about knowing that I, the chubby woman with the wedding band and childbearing hips was walking around with the filthiest thoughts in her head, and no one would even know. They would never suspect that I would have eagerly pulled them into a deserted corner and sucked their cock like a nympho.
He responded immediately to the picture of my wet fingers— “fuuuuck.” I know he wanted more—so did I—but I had to get to a presentation. I told him I’d be back, and made a halfhearted attempt at professionalism.
I don’t think I heard a word that was said—my mind was completely hijacked by desire. There was a corner of the room with a tall window, and a heavy curtain drawn to one side. I looked around the room and imagined him there somewhere, glancing at me, maybe stopping me after the discussion for a quick word. We’d wait for the room to clear, then dash to the corner with the curtain and fuck against the wall, quickly and urgently. Every man in the room could have been him—suddenly I wanted them all. Every table became just a surface for someone to bend me over and fuck me hard from behind. Every column a steady surface to support our bodies bucking and fumbling with each other’s clothes. By the time the panel had ended, I was ravenous. I texted him back—I’m taking a break.
He was ready: *I need to fuck you. Voice chat?*
I nearly sprinted out of the building. Why was it so fucking huge? I almost considered finding an empty conference room and masturbating there, but I remembered the vibrator back in my hotel room not far away, and nothing but penetration would do for me. Outside, we opened a voice chat. “I’m headed back to my hotel for lunch,” I told him. “I can’t wait to get you alone,” he purred back. “Do you want to cum with me?”
“Yes, fuck yes. I want to hear you cumming for me.”
“Are you going to rip those clothes off as soon as you get inside?”
I groaned. “I wish you were doing it. I wouldn’t be able to keep from pulling at your pants as soon as we stepped into the elevator.”“Mmmmm…” his voice rumbled. “May I take my cock out and stroke it? I’ve been so fucking hard for you all day.”
The request for consent is what undid me. “Do it now,” I said, with more force than I had anticipated. “I want to hear you spit into your hand before you stroke it.” (This is something I had heard him do in his audios, and it drove me crazy.) He chuckled, and I heard him spit. My pussy practically spit, too. I was covered in goosebumps—nervous, excited, a little guilty, but there was no way I could stop. I groaned again: “Yesssss, you sound so good. Stroke that cock slowly for me…”
I was stumbling up the steps to my hotel, and finding my way to the elevator like a zombie caught, crazed, by the scent of flesh in the air. When I got to my floor, he told me to stop outsidr my room. “Stand outside the door,” he instructed me. I want you to clench your pussy, slowly, five times, and imagine my hand inside your panties, about to finger you. Imagine my long, strong finger parting your lips.”
I stopped outside my door and closed my eyes. I needed to catch my breath, anyway. I began my kegels, squeezing my pussy as tightly as I could five times. I counted them for him. “One…two…three….”
I heard him spit into his hand again, and the wet stroking sounds intensified. “Oh, fuck, you’re so sexy,” he moaned. When was the last time I had heard that? If he had been there in person, I would have fucked him right then and there in the hallway, and not even my grandmother could have stopped me.
I remember that one moment of calm before opening the door, as my pussy tightened again and again, imagining his cock pushing inside me, but I don’t remember how I got to the bed, naked, holding my vibrator. We fucked and fucked. I let him listen to the sound of my vibrator pumping in and out of me. “I wish this was your cock,” I moaned. “Fuck me harder….”
My thrusting became more urgent, faster, in time with his strokes. We were barely speaking, just moaning and whimpering these guttural noises. When he told me he was close, I was so lost in a primal haze that I came with him. Surprisingly, he didn’t stop, and we continued, cumming again together a couple of minutes later. I laid in the bed, sweaty and dazed, and we caught our breath together. “I should go back to the conference….” I murmured, and he grunted in agreement…But I didn’t. We fucked on the phone for three hours that day, alternately cumming and resting together. I skipped the whole afternoon session.
I don’t remember how we hung up, but later that night, in the shower, I touched myself with more appreciation and sensuality than I had allowed myself in years. Shit. It felt amazing, but also dangerous. If this was the way things kept going, I thought, I wouldn’t be satisfied with phone sex for long.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ogljcn/how_a_suburban_mom_f_started_recording_audio_porn
Wow. This was amazing