I wrote a post here one time about my first night with another woman. It was very exciting to write but I got quite negative feedback from some people – primarily because of infidelity – including some threats to doxx me.
That turned a pleasant thing unpleasant. Thanks trolls!
So I thought I would share what happened a couple of mornings later. My husband had been away with work for the weekend. On the Friday night I had welcomed a friend over, who I hadn’t seen in weeks since she had gone off to college. One thing led to another and we ended up naked with her giving me the greatest orgasm of my life and then slowly, over the course of the night, I tried as best I could to repay the favour. We spent the night sweatily and greedily licking and kissing each other and in the morning we continued the exploration. Eventually, she had to leave to make another appointment, but she wasn’t gone 15 minutes when I got a text from her asking for a walk later that evening “to talk about things”. I of course said yes and we of course fucked again, this time in a forest outside our town.
She was dominant with me – even rough – for the first time, making me come with her fingers and then laying me out the ground to go down on me. She left my wetness on her face afterwards, when we had cleaned up and turned back towards town. I had never seen anyone so wanton in all my life and I was besotted.
She couldn’t stay over that night because my husband was due back from his trip. I showered and removed all the traces of pine needles from my clothes (!) and welcomed him home with a hearty, healthy dinner, a bottle of beer, and an offer to watch a dumb movie with him. I was surprised by how little guilt I felt. I knew he would be too tired to make a move towards sex and we went to bed at a very reasonable hour, in total tranquility.
I woke early the next morning, before dawn, just on the edge of that morning dusk – I don’t know the word for that in English – and I got so aroused thinking about my “awakening”. I was very quickly soaked as I relived our adventures in my head and I wanted so badly to get off. It was then I realised my solution.
My lovely, innocent husband lay sleeping beside me. I slid my hand under the waisband of his boxers and tightly squeezed his ass while whispering to him, “Husband, are you awake,” close enough so he would feel my hot breath. After the second or third repeat of his, he slowly came up from his slumber. I quickly rolled up on top of him, pushed my hair back behind my ears and smiled. When I saw he was properly awake, as seductively as I could, pulled my tshirt up over my head, giving him a view of my (far too often neglected) breasts. His reaction was pretty instant. I kissed him gently first, and then quite forcefully, placing his hands directly on my breasts, encouraging him to explore me. He felt good, better than usual, perhaps with lower inhibitions from his sleepiness or perhaps just because I was so aroused. He was not a patch on my lover still, but I was really enjoying this dawn-time make out session. And I could feel he was too.
I slid down his body and positioned myself between his legs. I slowly tugged at the waist of his boxers and then pulled them away from him. His penis, uncut, normal size, stood to attention. “This is what I have been waiting for,” I whispered, only telling a half-lie. I started slow, licking from the base of his shaft to the tip, holding eye contact all the time. Inside, I was thinking about whether my lover would like to see this. The thought of that made me ravenous. I played with his balls. I moaned as my mouth took his head inside. I cannot take it all in but I was fully committed to this job, licking and stroking, urging him to come. When, after only a few minutes of this attention, he uttered those inevitable
words, “I’m gonna cum” I made sure to swallow as much of him as I possibly could. He moaned in ecstasy and I genuinely moaned in harmony. It was so good to give him this pleasure, in some complex way as a compensation for the pleasure I had taken while he was away. Unusually for me, I let his cum slide back out of my mouth on to his cock and I licked it all up again, making myself messy, covering my face with his juices.
He growled and declared his judgement, “That was the greatest blowjob of my life.”
Only afterwards did I realise I was mimicking my lover.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x0m2b6/i_27_f_gave_my_husband_the_greatest_orgasm_of_his
Ignore the trolls, your stories are hot!😍😍😘
Very hot, fuck the trolls. I’m really happy your husband also gets to benefit from your infidelity.