It was one of those miraculous days when all paperwork seemed to solve itself and everything was on-track at the store I managed.. so I went ahead and took off a couple of hours early, on a sweet commute across town to my wife’s college campus, with some daylight left to frolic in.
“Hey honey.. I’m here on campus. Wherefore art thou?” I PM’ed her. She gave me a room number (no location sharing then) and I made a pit stop at a nearby McDonalds for a late-lunch takeaway.
Anne (my now-late wife) was singularly unique.. a woman with a steel-trap mind, a drive that matched my own and upbringing fitting her royal legacy.. wrapped inside a next-door 5’3″ curvy (36-27-34) Asian package, clothed modestly as Muslim women around here do, though with subtle hints to denote that she was her own person.
All that, and more, went through my mind as I looked around for her room.. which turned out to be her meeting place. *Being a club president has its privileges,* I thought as I sat down and ate with her, facing each other by the floor-to-ceiling glass front.
We ate mostly in silence, punctuated only by short banter.. mainly because Anne (hijab, full-cover blouse and all) *was playing footsie with me.* Her bare feet playfully made its way up my leg, and her eyes on mine held that spark of mischief and lusty hunger of a soul finding its receptive mate.
I’m only six inches, but I swear I was fighting a blackout from the blood rushing southwards. Anne looked flush as well, and her hijab couldn’t cover the swell of her C-cups inside her lacy bra.
We finished eating, and broke the action for a few while we washed up. We came back to her room ready for more but..
“What’s Leen doing?” she said.
By coincidence, one of her close friends had commandeered a seat in an empty classroom in the building across ours.. and had a good view from her seat by the glass front.
“Studying for midterms like you should.. but don’t want to right now, yes?” I baited.
We held each other close, silent for a few seconds.. Anne wanted to do me so much I could taste it, but..
“Let’s go home. Please?”
“Let’s not. In fact, if I ask that you get on your knees.. would you?”
One aspect of being a Muslim man that I like (but don’t often use.. or abuse in this case ?) is command authority over his wife.
Anne got on her knees.. her lust and wanton need winning over her distaste for such abuse of power. I bent over and kissed her lips to show my adoring pleasure, then stepped back to look at her radiant beauty.
Her hands came up and groped for my zipper, and before long she had a hold of my cock and balls, locking eyes with me as she fondled and squeezed her objects of desire.
We held our gaze until I broke off with a gasp of trembling pleasure that she exploited by shoving two-thirds of my length into her warm, avaricious mouth. Anne enthusiastically sucked on my length, eyes rolled back.. and I stole a look at Leen.
She’s not really my type, but the sight of her leaning forward to see her friend blow me.. well, she made my list, for awhile at least. One hand had a death grip on her desk, and the other had disappeared, Allah alone knew where.. ?
Anne was bobbing back and forth, all shame and decorum forgotten.. and the glorious sight of it all got me even harder. I grabbed her and stood her up the next time she broke for breath.
“My turn,” I said as I went on my knees to nuzzle her crotch through her multi-layered blouse.. and just like that, she lifted her skirt past her round curvy ass, placed one lifted leg against the glass and showed me her soaked panties.
I ate her pussy through it, and continued after I pushed it aside. She tasted divine on my lips and tongue, and soon she was tongue-punching her own box as my lips hit her clit again and again. Her hand grabbed the back of my head and a glance upwards showed her other hand fondling her own tits under her hijab. I closed my eyes to fully taste her as she came hard on my face, coating my lips and jaw with her juices.
“Honey, please.. Fuck. Me. Now.” she gasped as she dropped her skirt and panties. She then sorta fell into her chair behind her and put her legs up and wide apart. I didn’t hesitate.. didn’t even drop my pants, as I shoved my hard, veiny cock, still slick with her drool into her soaked, throbbing pussy.
I let her moan loudly a few times before putting a hand on her mouth.. Anne was a screamer, known to loudly moan her pleasure with both lungs. I have no problem just quietly gasping.. almost as one, we turned to watch Leen across the way.
Leen is Chinese and non-Muslim by the way, which meant a looser dress code.. and by this time, loose was an appropriate description. Her shirt was bunched up past her heaving tits, nipples pointy from the attention of one wandering hand, while the other was pleasuring her clit and slit.. her legs were open but pointed down, all the better to watch our action.
She got to see plenty.. Anne and I *loved* slow-thrusting full-length fucking. I knew her G and O-spots and she knew the positions needed to bury my six inches deep enough into her to touch her belly.. sat down and spread open as she were, all she needed to do was put her ankles by my ears, pull me in with her hands cupping my ass and her lips parted to bait mine up close for a kiss.
I complied, attentively and vigorously, only sparing glances at our audience of one. The moment was ours to share and enjoy, our bodies acted together and in opposition to give each other pleasure.. her urgent wanton requests followed by instant gratification as I obeyed them. On my part, her look of pleasure and her scent of arousal was enough.. the feel of my hard swollen cock parting her sopping-wet open cunt with increasingly urgent deep thrusts was icing on the cake.
She was into chain-orgasm mode.. her juices lending wet squelching sounds to our fucking and making a wet puddle on the plastic chair when I heard another noise from the hallway outside the room. I belatedly realized that while I’d locked the door *I forgot to drop the paper cover to its small inset window pane.*
“Ahh.. fuckit to hell.” I mumbled as I continued ramming my cock in and out of my beloved wife. We spared one last look at Leen, now nearly naked with her clothes bunched up around her shoulders and belly, legs fully open, one hand busy on her clit and two fingers up inside her glistening pussy.
We turned to look back at each other.. and I came inside Anne after a few more thrusts, filling her womb up with pulses of white-hot cum as the flood triggered her final full orgasm.
We stayed coupled for a few moments longer, our juices and breath mingling.. our eyes locked together, basking in the glorious feeling of post-orgasm afterglow.
“Can’t believe we just fucking did that.. here,” Anne gasped.
“Believe it, honey..” I replied as I pulled out.
We looked at each other and giggled.. then turned to look at Leen. An Indian college-mate had entered her classroom, saw us *and* her.. and had come closer. Leen had hurriedly torn off his pants and was gobbling his cock with gusto.
I laughed. “Lucky bastard!” ?
Anne looked at me. “That’s not her boyfriend.” ??
We shared a look, grinned, shrugged and started dressing. Anne looked deliciously, utterly wrecked.. and didn’t give a fuck, not after the fucking I gave her. I didn’t look any better, but I never did give a damn about my looks anyway.
Oh, and the noise out from the hallway? I opened the door, looked around and startled Moon out of her reverie. She was four years junior to Anne and eventually became her successor as club president. Devoutly Muslim, with even more modest dressing and for some reason an ardent fan/follower of our marriage..
She’d caught long peeks of our just-concluded session and was resisting her womanly urges with superhuman effort.. and it showed in her flushed skin, gasping breath and heaving bosoms.
Anne looked at her. “Are you okay, my dear?”
I added, “Yeah, you look like you saw something..”
Anne pinched my side, out of sight of Moon.
“I.. uhh, I wanted to grab the dance routine folder for our practice session later. Will you be joining us, big sis?” They’re not related, but are from the same state where affectionate honorifics are the norm..
“Not tonight, little sis. We’ve got a dinner date together.”
I was by now fighting to keep a straight face, as Moon edged past us to get the file folder. She came back out flushing even deeper than before, no doubt from catching a glimpse of Leen in hawt action.
“That’s why we left. Didn’t feel like watching in on the proceedings.” Anne added, deadpan. ?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7sjcfm/mf_real_story_husband_wife_college_public_and_a