Birthday gift from the wife [MF] – Part 2

Thanks everyone for all the up votes for Pt 1.

If you haven’t read it, you can find it [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pfui4b/birthday_gift_from_the_wife_mf/).

I will also note that there is a lot of story at the top here so if your looking for the sexy part I will put them below a break line.

I raced toward the front door as my wife stomped toward me and we met in the living room. Her face was a shade of angry red that I had not seen in sometime and she had the balled up panties squeezed tight in her right fist. It was at this point, when my marriage/life was flashing before my eyes that all the red flags I missed from earlier were suddenly clear to me. I don’t remember the whole argument/shouting match, but I will do my best to fill in the important bits and paraphrase the rest.

Also, at this point, I think its best to give you a little idea of what me and my wife look like. I am about 6’2″ and in generally good shape. We do a lot of hiking and paddle boarding, that type of stuff, as well as make it to the gym a couple times a week. I am by no means that muscle packed guy that gives you a dirty look if you dare eat bread. My wife is about 5’8″ and I think she is stunning. She is a brunette and loves yoga. She is a little slimmer than I but doesn’t starve her self either. But I digress…

“Who’s fucking panties are these?” she started, throwing them at me.

“They…they…they are from the birthday gift you sent me” I said panicking.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” she screamed back and I dashed back to the front hall where I had left the card. A fun thing happens when your brain is doing more of the thinking than your dick and while I was racing back toward her I was looking at the card and while the signature on it bared a passing resemblance to my wife’s, it was pretty clearly not hers. I handed the card to her anyway and she looked it over.

“You thought this was from me….Why the hell would you thinking that I would ever send you some whore for your birthday” she retorted and I slinked back to the couch, clearly in deep shit.

“Well… you know, we had talked about having a person join us” I said, trying to explain the stupid dick logic that had got me into the mess.

“With you…with you… ” she shouted, starting to sob a little “together… not apart” And at this point she went from the heavy anger mode to the sadness mode. I apologized over and over and most of the rest of the conversation was a mix of apologies, “how could you not know” loops, “I’m not sure if I can trust you” lines, and anger at whoever set this up.

With it clearly not being my wife, the blame was almost certainly with my friends, and I immediately thought of two of the group that might do something like this and frankly I only though one would have the stones to do something this dump and destructive. So when my wife told me she needed some time to think and that she would call when I could come home, I knew where I was heading.

I arrived at Larry’s (Name changed) apartment and angerly knocked. He smirked when he saw my face and I knew it was him. I am usually a fairly calm, talk it out kind of guy, but not today. Before he could get a word out I hit him right across the saw and knocked him off his feet. I didn’t let him speak. “Grow the fuck up. I am happy…happy with Jess. Just because you want everything to go back to like it was in college doesn’t give you the right to pull this crap and put my marriage at risk. I don’t want to see you again.. ever…fuck off” and I left. (We did make up about 3 months later, and I like to say that I knocked some sense into him that day).

From there I went to a local hotel bar, figuring that there was as least a 50% chance that I would be needing a room as well. However, A couple hours and a few drinks later I received a text from my wife that I could come home. I was elated. I ordered a coffee to go, to help sober me up, and an Uber.

When I arrived home the house was mostly dark and I wondered if my wife had already gone to sleep, but as I headed down the hall I noticed that the lights in our room were dimmed but on. My mouth fell open as I walked through the door. My wife was on the bed in the sexiest lingerie she owns. Its a black lacy bra and panties set with a garter belt and stockings. My cock twitched in my pants and my jaw hung open.

“That’s the reaction I was hoping for” she cooed

I start to question…to ask what had changed but she shushed me. “We can talk later” she said and motioned me closer. I lost my shoes, shirt and undershirt before I made it to the bed and kicked of the slacks and my socks in a hurry as I stood at the foot of the bed staring at her. I climbed into the bed and crawled up to her and we started to make out. Her hands were soon rubbing me through my boxers turning my semi in a full rager. I let my hands wander as well to her breasts and then her pussy which I could already feel the heat from through her panties.

One of the things I love about this lingerie set is how thin it is. I can really stroke her nipples and feel them react without having to pull it off. After a few minutes of moaning as we made-out like teenagers and teasing and toy with each other, she pushed me back on the bed and peeled my boxer down. She gave me a little stroke and was rewarded with a large drop of precum on the tip. She leaned in and licked it off the tip and let her tongue swirl around the head making me grunt out in pleasure. Where as Lucy was messy, frantic and deep, my wife is precise, slow, and calculating. Each lash of her tongue knows just whats it doing to me.

She concentrated on my head, taking it in out while her tongue worked around, all while her hand alternated between long slow strokes and the light drag of her nails up and down the shaft. I was in heaven “God baby,… that feel so good” (I know, I’m not the best at dirty talk) She looked up at me and grinned and started to take more in. She usually takes about half before the risk of the gag (something she hates) becomes too much, but I swear that night she took at least three quarters while barely breaking eye contact. All of this had me throbbing and ready to blow. So I pull her up gently by the and pushed her back on the bed sliding between her legs.

Normally I would have slid off her panties slowly and kissed up and down her legs, but with the garter belt in the way I didn’t. I know its not much of an issue, but there was, at this point, still a part of me waiting for the other shoe to drop and worried that any little pause or problem might crash reality back down upon us. So instead I slide her panties to the side and slid my tongue slowly up and down from the very bottom of her pussy up all the way to, and across her clit. She squirmed and moaned. I pushed in deeper and went again..again.. over and over. My wife was soon dripping and she tastes like nectar from heaven above. I would like to think that I know my wife’s body pretty well by now and have a good idea of how to make her cum, so I slid up into my favorite position. I put on arm underneath her which wraps around and strokes one nipple. The other nipples is right at where it needs to be to wrap my lips around it and lick, suck and nibble on it. And my other hand slides back down to rub her clit, faster and hard then I can with my tongue.

After freeing her from her bra I slid us into the position and began my tactical assault. Her moans quickly increased in volume and frequency and she started to shout out and swear more… always a good sign. “Fuck…. oh…yes…..Oh god….Fuck more….there there” When she cums her whole body shakes and tonight was no exception. Her hips lifted and her body shook and she screamed out one that “Fuck” as she came. That high pitched moan as she cums is my favorite sound in the whole world.

As soon as she recovered she straddled my cock facing me and guided me inside her. She we soaked, tight and the heat radiating through her and into my cock was amazing. I could feel me self throbbing as she slowly started to rock. We vary our positions a lot but this one is my wife’s favorite. She can watch me and slow down or speed up as she sees me getting closer to cumming and if she leans back in just the right way she can slide me against her g-spot and make her self shutter. Tonight she was in it for the long slow tease. Riding me slowly she slid her hips back until I was making her feel as good as she was making me feel. She speed up and raced us both toward the edge, then slowed down and savored the ache of our bodies for more.

I felt like I might beg her to cum soon when I noticed she didn’t seem to be slowing down this time. My cock was as hard as its ever been, throbbing.. the pleasure was intense but I needed to cum and she did as well. I grabbed her hips and doubled our speed, thrusting with her movements as he head flopped back and she screamed out. I think it was supposed to be another fuck… but it just came out as a pleasure overwhelmed mishmash of sounds. Her whole body bucked then stopped, her pussy squeezing tight around my cock, pulsing, milking it. I don’t know if I would of been able to stop my self on a normal day, but definitely not right now. My hips lifted and I started to unload insider her with a grunt, rope and rope of cum exploding out of me.

We collapsed, her on top me panting and she slowly slid off. We were both a mess but we cuddled in tight, her head on my chest. Dumb brain me wanted to ask what happened, how we had gotten from fighting to fucking, and she must of sensed that because she looked up and me and said “We can talk tomorrow, lets get to sleep”, And we did.

A note here at the bottom: I would love to say that from there everything was hunky doory and back to normal, but it wasn’t. We went through months of an exhausting, tough, emotional, fighting/fucking cycle while getting help from a therapist. Now we are at a good place… still some fighting, but a lot more (and I might even say better) fucking.

Thanks for reading…. there is one more story I could tell that relates to this, from a year or so later, if people want to hear it as well as I little bit of comeuppance for Larry, which is actually what triggered this whole story to come to mind, if people want to hear it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ph5z8s/birthday_gift_from_the_wife_mf_part_2