That one time her husband was within seconds of catching us [MF]

I’ve always been an extremely sexual person. My hoe phase lasted my entire twenties until I met my wife. She and I recently started reliving some of our old fun times, and I wanted to share.

Years ago, long before I met my wife, I knew Summer [F26]. We had met on some social media fling site years before. Summer was SEXY. Dirty blonde hair with big expressive eyes, super sexy plump lips. She was a thicker girl, and damn she wore it well. These full tits with light pink nipples that almost blended with her skin tone, thick Chun-Li thighs you just wanted smashed againt your ears… ooh and she had the PERFECT pussy, pink and seemingly always wet from everything she sent me. Powerful squirter. We had Skype sex, sent naughty shit to each other, but never hooked up, as she lived in another state. We knew each other for years, but she got into a relationship with someone she ended up marrying and having kids with, so we kind of fell off.

Maybe a couple years later, we find each other on Snapchat or something and reconnected. She had had 2 kids, married, all that jazz, but we still talked a lot. Of course my intentions were less than noble.. even if I were single I’d never hit on a married woman now, but hey, I was young. Eventually around September I was going to a music festival, Bonnaroo. I had made some friends at the festival the previous year, so the plan was to drive the 4 hours to Kansas and we would all ride down to the festival. Summer just so happened to be a 2 hour detour… Yes.

I told Summer I would be coming her way and asked if she would want to grab lunch.. we had kept our conversations pretty PG-13 up to that point, me “being the good guy”. Occasionally some light flirting or a random mention of some past sexiness, but nothing major. When we met up at the restaurant, maybe around 11 or so, it was as though we were friends forever, everything flowed so smoothly… And then I felt it. I felt her foot on my calf. And I felt it linger there. Conversation continued as though nothing happened… She didn’t move her foot at all. So I moved my leg more to her foot… And I felt it slide slowly up my leg. As soon as I felt it, conversation stopped and we just looked at each other for a beat. “You should come by if you have time…” She said. We were out of the restaurant not even 5 minutes later.

I followed her to her house which, surprise surprise, was literally in the neighborhood behind the restaurant. She called and told me to park down the street and there was a small trail that led to her backdoor so no one would see me go in. We wasted no time. She didn’t want to go in her bed for obvious reasons, so we went in the makeshift hangout spot in her garage, complete with a comfy ass couch. I remember laying on top of her, feeling her suck my lips in and biting, lifting her shirt and putting my face in those juicy tits. I slid my fingers down and I did her pants and slid my fingers slowly as deep in her as they could go. She was already drenched.. by far the wettest I’ve ever felt. You could hear my fingers moving around inside her even with her breathing heavy and moaning right next to my head. I wanted to make her cum like I’d seen her do all those times on camera. I pulled her jeans down, slid down on the couch, and went to work. 2 fingers inside and saying the alphabet on her clit, over and over until….

I still remember how her juice felt going down my beard.

She got up and got on her knees on the edge of the couch and pulled my pants down and immediately put my cock in her mouth. She was one of the first times I ever had real deepthroat. After a spell, I had her climb on top. I won’t lie, feeling her wet pussy grind on me sent me into overdrive. Maybe I hadn’t beat my meat in a couple days or something, but I just could hold it. After maybe a couple of minutes I told her to slow down she was gonna make me cum already. But Summer just kept going, harder even. I said again I was gonna cum, but she kept at it. She must have felt how tight I was squeezing her hips, because she slowed down and started pushing even more, and I just could help it and I started to bust.. still inside of her. This was one of the good nuts, the ones that seem to go on forever and your just shooting so much out.

She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my head and buried her face in my neck as she kept grinding on me. When I finally came to my senses, I started to apologize… One for being a minute man and two for going inside of her. She just kept on grinding and smiled at me saying it was ok it’s ok. She leaned forward and put her lips on mine, gently but passionately kissing !e and grinding away on my cock. She went nice and slow for a while, us feeling each other’s body, kissing all over, sucking on her tits. I stayed mostly hard the whole time, maybe 75% mast, but I finally got my mojo back, and we started to fuck in earnest. She turned around and rode me, I bent her over, I got them legs on my shoulder. We went at it the whole time I was there. Getting all of those years of repressed sexual tension out in one morning.

It was sometime around 3 in the afternoon when I needed to get going. She wanted time to air out the garage and clean and take a shower, and I needed to head to Kansas anyways. After we dressed I went inside to use the restroom real quick and when I came out we stood by the kitchen counter giving a goodbye hug. A hug that turned into a kiss, kiss that turned into touching. And touching that turned into me turning her around against the counter, pulling her pants down again, and having one more quick go at it. She didn’t object.

After the yummy goodbye, I triple checked that I had everything and left out the back. I pulled a turn and left the same way entrance I came in. As I’m exiting I see a black truck with a large man inside of it pulling in, which I obviously thought nothing of. Maybe 3 minutes later I get a text… Summer freaking out saying her husband walked in the door not even TWO MINUTES after I left.. he just so happened to finish work early and wanted to spend time with his family. My blood ran cold. Suddenly I remembered all the Facebook pictures and shit.. That WAS her husband I saw turning in…. Two minutes. Two minutes and I would have gotten my ass beat to oblivion. I can hold my own, but this man could have eaten me.

Thankfully Summer had left her kids at the grandparents, so she convinced him to go pick the kids up pretty much right as he got home cuz she needed a bit more “me time”. She said as soon as he was out the driveway again, she opened the garage, sprayed insane amounts of scented crap and lit candles, and went and scrubbed her body down hard.

And that is the time I was 2 minutes away from receiving the worst beat down of my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qg03wz/that_one_time_her_husband_was_within_seconds_of