[MF] The Naked Test

So I’m not really sure if this would be considered wholesome or slutty, but here it goes anyway. This takes place back after my husband and I had first made our relationship official, and I was on the tail end of my wild streak. Basically, to sum things up, in the initial months of my husband’s and I’s relationship, I put him through multiple forms of tests to see how he’d react and to also confirm that he was still the nice guy that I originally grew up with and lost my virginity years prior to. Which is another story in itself that may or may not be shared. Anyway, it was after school, and my family was still out, leaving just me and Hubby by ourselves. At this point, we had reignited the flame in our relationship and would make out fairly regularly and grope each other, but that was as far as we had gone. Yet I was really hoping to change that, to be the one that would tame Hubby’s inner beast, so I devised what I refer to as “The Naked Test.”

Basically, he and I were in my room; we had just finished making out when I told him that I was going to change out of my uniform and into something more my regular punk style. From there, I gave him the order to wait in the hallway and face away from my room. Meanwhile, I disappeared into the closet while intentionally leaving the door to my room open. Once I saw that he followed my orders, I put my plan into action. Taking a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, I honestly couldn’t remember when I had been so nervous about getting naked in front of a guy I wanted to fuck. However, Hubby had and still has that effect on me. Once I was ready, though, I stripped down completely naked and peered around the edge of my closet to see if he had moved. Lucky for me, he was still doing as he was told. Having only a second to act, knowing he’d move as soon as he heard my footsteps. I went into a full-on sprint and managed to get my arms around him before he could even look over his shoulder.

I prayed so damn hard that he couldn’t see anything, or else this was all going to be for nothing. There we were, me butt naked, hugging onto Hubby, who was still fully dressed in the school’s uniform. Immediately I screamed, “Don’t turn around! I’m naked!” Which funny enough, I felt Hubby’s body tense up and then raised his hands in the air as if avoiding accidentally touching me. When I saw him like that, I knew I could start playing more mind games like pressing my chest against his back to see if he could feel my tits poking him or kissing the back of his neck before whispering into his ear.

“You have a choice to make; you can turn around and see me naked, but I’ll feel utterly betrayed even if it’s just a slight peak, or you can keep looking forward and wait for me to tell you when it’s okay.”

He obviously agreed to my terms as I slowly unwrapped myself from around him. Now in my head, knowing that he had once seen me naked before, I thought he’d look at me without question, but surprisingly he didn’t. I intentionally walked backwards slowly to let the seed of temptation grow inside him. Still, yet again, the beast stood his ground. He didn’t try to look once, and it made me surprisingly horny, knowing that I had failed to seduce the beast to my beauty. He had done what so many other men had failed to do when presented the option that I would’ve honestly pounced on him right then and there and begged him to fuck my brains out. Hubby just has that demeanour about him that just turns me into a lusting sex addict. Although, as much as I wanted it, I did my best to show some restraint. Once I got back to my room and pulled on some yoga pants, and clasped my bralette together, I told him he could come back in. Hubby didn’t miss a beat when that happened and met me at the threshold of my closet. His hungry eyes locked into place with mine. He didn’t say a word to me, as he suddenly picked me up and pressed my back against the wall. There was nothing I could do but look him in the eyes as he asked me if he passed. After admitting defeat and saying that he had, I bit my lip as he devilishly smirked and started kissing my neck and marking me as his before throwing me down on the bed, where he dry humped me in missionary while we made out, and unknowingly to him at the time while he humped me I did have an orgasm.

Just thinking about it reminds me of how wet I got. I soaked through my yoga pants but didn’t say anything to Hubby, and neither did he until he got home. I got a text from him asking if he did a good job, to which I played dumb and asked what he was talking about. This was then followed up with him mentioning how his mom saw a wet mark on the thigh of his pants where I had been grinding against him. That being said, knowing his mom like I know her now, she definitely knew what had happened. Also, after doing this, my trust toward my husband skyrocketed. I honestly felt like I could trust him with anything, and it was also when I truly started to feel like he’d be a suitable partner in crime.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qcf2mj/mf_the_naked_test