[MF] Gonewildstories reignites my sweet, petite wife

Married 28 years this year, with both children grown and out of college, so this isn’t exactly a wild and impetuous encounter with the unknown, but I’m sure I’m not the only middle-aged person here (we’re early fifties). We are also both pretty nice looking and take good care of ourselves (if that helps), and honestly, sex doesn’t get any better than the sex I’ve had with my wife over the years.

But it started going away. The combination of menopause a few years ago and a challenging new job just put her mind in a different place. She couldn’t let go anymore and just get lost in pleasure, and sex. I was literally running out of ways to get her mind onto it, and felt increasingly “alone” in that my mind has stayed very much on these things. All this time and privacy again and no need even for birth control! Only … she had just gone sort of sexually dormant.

She has always liked reading erotica, but everything I found for her online was cliched and inauthentic. Videos? Forget it. Then, a few weeks ago, I ran across this subreddit and its often very authentic and genuine posts.

A few weeks ago I emailed her the links to several of these stories and just cleaned up the kitchen while she read them on her little white Google Pixel phone. I think the first one was the [Las Vegas sex club](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/77wms2/our_first_trip_to_a_las_vegas_sex_club_with_a/). When she was done I ventured back into the den where she was arranged on the loveseat and she just looked at me and said:

“Well. That was HOT.”

Now that’s something she hasn’t said too often lately, and her words have always tended to have meaning. And these words were laden with meaning. She was wearing a maroon top and these little skinny jeans (she’s petite and still pretty slim), and inside of two minutes I had her on her back on the loveseat cushion, those jeans around her ankles and both feet up in the air, and she was anything but resisting. She had this pliable, willing feel that I remember so well but had gotten increasingly rare and elusive since menopause a few years ago.

As I kissed the insides of her thighs (there’s no softer surface on Earth than her inner thighs — even baby skin is not quite like it), I can feel the heat radiating from her mauve cotton panties on each of my cheeks in turn. There’s no reason to wait, and she wants me to, so with my fingers I pull aside the crotch of her undies to look at her cunt. The lips are stiff and bright pink — an open flower like I haven’t seen in some time. She asks doubtfully if she shouldn’t go and wash up first and I just shake my head and say I want her just as she is, because I do, just like I always have.

I pull her wider open with my thumbs and attach my mouth to the top of her pink upside-down vee where the lips gather together under the clit, and just feel things harden and respond to me, and instantly the twitches begin through her whole pelvis. It’s like all the desire she ever had for fucking has suddenly awoken again and needs an outlet, RIGHT NOW. I am pretty relentless with my tongue, flicking and torturing that little helpless bump, and in about thirty seconds her twitches all coalesce into contractions, and then the contractions into thrusts, and she’s panting and mournfully vocalizing and her whole pelvis is moving in this way that is so animal and unladylike but still so graceful, humping against my face, rhythmic and so obscene in a way that contrasts so much with her usually mild, sensible, modest demeanor, which makes it all the more enchanting.

She comes like this, going rigid and paralyzed and silent, and when I cast a glance up her eyes are shut tight and her mouth’s ajar, veins standing out at her usually smooth forehead and temples and throat, her O-face, and her whole body’s humming like current is running through it, and in a few moments she starts trying to shy away because now it’s too intense and she’s gone incredibly ticklish and can’t stand it any more.

This has always been our way, with her coming first before before being fucked. She revives enough to realize that this isn’t nearly over yet, and I stand between her bare knees to get my own jeans down and then my boxers, and my cock is stiff and very erect and the same dark mauve as her panties. I grasp her by one upper arm and manuever her off the loveseat and she goes with this delicious willingness, pliable from the orgasm she’s just had, and goes to work on my erection like an excited game-show contestant with the big clock running down.

She’s long been very good with this, only this time there’s a real message in the way she strains and forces as much of my cock as possible into her mouth. By now I can tell when she is sucking me off just to suck me off, and when she is doing it because she wants a cock in her body and wants it to be as hard and wet as possible first. This is the latter case. She does it fast, headlong, with abandon, none of the deliberate tickling and manipulating of a one-sided blowjob.

“You want to fuck don’t you.”

“Mmmmhmmm!” Her full-mouthed noise of assent creates an intense warm vibratey feeling in my cock, I am so stiff. I can feel the effect of the words on her. I want to feel that again.

“You want to get fucked right here don’t you, from behind.”

“Mmmmhmmm!”

“You want me to fuck you hard baby?”

“Mmmmmmmm!”

“Hard as I can? Right now?”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!”

“Get the hell up on the sofa.”

My slave. My toy once again. My doll. All mine. She nearly falls sideways in her haste to get into position. Her lovely naked behind (the jeans and panties are now in a knot on the floor somehow). My jeans and boxers come off, get kicked under the coffee table. Entering her is easily, since I am slick with her saliva (the wetness is not as plentiful as it used to be, even when she’s in this state.) She reacts vocally to being penetrated, and I go a little too fast for her since once again I want to hear her gasp and feel her cringe at the sensation of my cock entering her body. She does, but then promptly “walks” her knees off the couch, gets her bare feet on the floor and stands on tippy-toes to get her cunt up higher for me. So, so, unbearably cute she is. And always has been! Straining ever muscle in that lovely small body to help me fuck her! Tippy-toes with her calves all taut and vibrating!

I fuck her as hard as I ever have, not so much thrusting into her as grasping her whole pelvis, shoving her briskly away, catching her, yanking her back to me again and again so that she is the one in motion and I am standing there still, thudding her against me repeatedly, using her entire body to jerk myself off, her muffled rhythmic gasps and small cries against the sofa cushion the sweetest sounds on Earth.

There’s a time-limit on a position like this, though, when you’re in your early fifties. Comfort becomes a concern. Carefully stopping and withdrawing from her, the air of the room cold on my wet cock, I kneel to retrieve my boxers and get her turned around. Hastily I spread them on the front of the cushion and from long experience she knows to whirl around and ungracefully plunk her bottom down on them. Got to have some regard for our furniture after all.

Now I can look at her. Her lovely brown eyes and round face and that cute shapely mouth, slightly ajar with anticipation. Her thighs all wide open for me again, though from the waist up she is still clothed. Her bra isn’t even off. Skillfully she offers herself to me and in a moment I am slid all deep in her again, as deep as she goes, and the bliss of burying my maximally sensitive penis in her comes back in a rush and I hear her small moans of excitement at being filled again. Now I just want to fuck, fuck, fuck her brains out, in this more tenable position, and I grasp her and her thighs grasp me back. It feels like if I just go deeper, harder, a little faster, until I am really pounding into her with pretty much all my strength, we will reach some critical point of surface tension and then, like two large water drops suddenly go *POP!* and merge into one, shaking and wobbling.

So I pin her even harder to the sofa cushion, so hard that I might squeeze her right down the crack in the back with the loose change and the lost TV remote down there, grab her bare left leg and prop it over my shoulder, grasp her by the back of the neck with the other hand. Now she is really getting it full force, and I’m supporting myself on one knee on the hardwood floor and not even caring about the pain. I’m lost completely. Her cries are something only I get to hear, and they egg me on. Surely she will tell me if I am hurting her. I have to be hurting her, I am fucking her so hard. But she just gives and gives and gives and her delicate hands are on me, urging me on, until finally that surface tension breaks and I just fall into her, into this vortex between us, staring into her staring eyes, and just empty my whole being right up into her tummy, days’ and days’ worth, feeling her thicken inside and the sensation get all gooey and muted as it’s coming out the sides.

We just lie there gasping and panting, in the long, long, silence that follows sex, the delicious spasms still rocking me at increasingly long intervals, staying in that unified, fused and melded bubble, listening to one another’s breathing, thoughts returning to Earth.

“I’m worried about your knee,” she says plaintively.

“It will heal,” I tell her, panting, and she laughs. “It’s not worn down to the bone.” We start laughing more at what just happened. It’s like being back in heaven.

In the last few weeks I have discreetly sent her more links from here, especially on Saturday mornings, which has always been one of our “times.” She reads, going very quiet, and then she just blooms. She comes, hard. We fuck like we’re in our twenties again. It bonds us into that bubble of oneness. There are myriad other ways to bond like this in a marriage, and we have learned and are still learning them, but this one is so important and so sweet, and I thank this “place” for the way it has brought it back to life.

We’ll be here, reading. And obviously, good sex can go on and on and on.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7oqa2l/mf_gonewildstories_reignites_my_sweet_petite_wife