Making her naughty wish come true [MF] (cheating, really cheating)

So, this is the follow-on to this post: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/82mi2g/mf_the_best_head_i_ever_got/?st=JEJOL1WU&sh=ddb578e6

After our first meeting, and her orgasms at my hands and my orgasm in her mouth, the flirtation on our phones found another gear. One thing about me and many of my experiences is that there tends to be a LOT of play over text messages before. It’s fun to get the other person really turned on, and also fun to really explore what each of us want. And over the next few months we were really working each other over. I did come back to her breathy request at the end about wanting to feel my cum inside her. This one really curled my mental toes, even though I’m super militant about safe sex. (How do I know I’m clean? Because I don’t make fucking exceptions!)

But then she revealed she had condoms in her purse with her that day. So maybe we could have gone that next step that day after all. I hadn’t brought any, so I had put that thought out of my mind. The image of her swinging her leg over me and guiding me in, however, was definitely attractive. But she also wanted to insist on a bed next time, and I couldn’t blame her.

Then, a few months later, she dropped another surprise on me: she was pregnant. Of course I couldn’t help myself and blurted out that now we definitely don’t need condoms. (I am really kinky, but I don’t want to make someone raise my child because I really wanted to have something extra hot one night.) she just gave me a *wicked grin* back.

Uh oh. I could be in trouble here.

We kept flirting, talking about all the ways we could play. I remember picturing a pile of condoms in the garbage, including one broken. Her reply “or better yet, on the dresser, unopened.” We were really playing with fire now, as her pregnancy clearly was not dulling her mood. I went further, imagining tearing her dress open, leaving it in tatters.

“I have a dress you could do that to.” She replied.

*WHAT?!*

She sent a picture. It was a slinky orange dress from H&M that left no aspect of her body to the imagination. Yes…this definitely worked for me.

And then, like magic, the work gods smiled on me and I needed to take a trip that would put me an hours’ drive from her house. I “just happened” to pick a hotel a convenient distance away from her village (slightly inconvenient to my work trip, but passable) and I managed to “just happen” to schedule on a day she is normally out of the house on church business, leaving no one questioning her absence. (Exploiting her church work was definitely high on my list of kinks). But as this became real, we got back to the issue of protection. She promised she would bring condoms again, so I went with it, knowing full well the odds were against their use.

The night came, and I checked in to the hotel right on schedule and about an hour later she let me know she was on her way. She pulled up the hotel, and I met her outside at her car, walking around to the back door and up to my room. It’s kind strange how you try to carry a completely normal conversation in a moment like this. We got up my room, and she asked if I could close the window shades while she freshened up in the bathroom. They were stuck, so the only option was darkness. I killed all the lights and waited a couple more minutes until she stepped out of the bathroom, wearing just that orange dress. (and I could tell that was it!) she had the beginning of her baby bump already, and it looked sexy as hell.

I walked over to her and pushed her against the wall by the bed, kissing her like we did against the church months before, and she hungrily kissed back. I noticed a small, helpful starting tear on the neckline of her dress. Oh Ye of little faith…

But it wasn’t going to be that fast. I pushed her to her knees, and she immediately went to work on my slacks. I had helpfully skipped wearing underwear that day, and she was happy to immediately take me into her mouth. I taunted her a bit, reminder her that she was someone else’s wife, but sucking my cock. She moaned and stopped long enough to tell me that she liked it, then went back to it. But I didn’t bring her to this dark hotel room for a quick blowie. I had more in mind.

I pulled her back to her, kissing her, telling her how I lived tasting myself on her lips. I reached up and grabbed the neckline of her dress in both hands and jerked, and with a surprisingly soft sound it tore all the way to her navel. I took breasts in my hands and rubbed them to delighted moans as she worked her arms out of the broken dress. As I started to kiss down her her neck to her breast, she moaned encouragement. “Yesssss” I took my hand off her breast and reached between her legs, lifting the hem and bunch it around her waist, where the rest of the torn fabric had gathered. My finger was inside her in another beat, and she clutched my shoulders, pulling me tight, my erection pressed against her belly, as she focused on the motions of my finger inside. Finally she got control and pushed my hand away, turning to sit on the bed, her dress still around her waist. I unbuttoned my shirt and laid on top of her, naked, kissing. One of her hands reach down to grab my throbbing erection, and she pulled my bare cock towards her, pearly wanting me inside her.

I pulled back and instead teasingly kissed down her body, making my way to her clit to lick it. She groaned and lifted her her legs, her arms hooking on my shoulders and pulling me back up to be face-to-face with her. As she kissed me, she grabbed me again, and with her other hand spread her folds open, as she pulled at me.

I pulled back. “What about the condoms?”

“I decided not to bring them on purpose.” She started to explain more, but I decided to hear it later. I pushed inside her now, and she moaned hard. I began working my body against hers, using my legs to make her feel every bit of my strength working in and out as her muscles clenched me tightly. Her moans were making me crazy, and I knew I couldn’t last long, so I pulled out.

“Roll over.” She was beyond eager to get on all fours, and I took her against from behind (my lovers pretty much all think this is my best position.) Her hips pushed back hard against me, and once again I found myself on the edge of orgasm. I told her I was going to cum and she pushed her hips HARD against me, making sure I couldn’t pull out. So I gave in, and emptied myself inside her. She moaned happily and laid down, pulling me into a spoon beside her. Her love of cuddling after orgasm is one of her greatest charms.

As we laid there (save her dress gathered around her waist) and talked, she finally told me the whole story. And it was simple: she decided that if I really cared that much about condoms I would have brought them. Fair point.

As we kept talking her hand reached behind her and she started absently fondling me, and sure enough I felt the blood come rushing down and an erection forming to greet her. She rolled over and disposed of her dress, and then mounted me. My hands free to explore her body, I happily caressed her as she experimented with different motions, settling on rocking her hips. As I felt her start to get focused, I licked my thumb and worked it under her clit, giving her a pad to rub it on. Her muscles clenched and i saw the orgasm overtake her. As it passed, she went back working her hips up and down on me, trying to get an orgasm out of me. Something snapped in my head – she didn’t come out here to do all the work.

I rose up under her, picking her up and laying her on her back, her legs against my shoulder, the position that gives me the deepest penetration. I ground my hips against her, working my length inside. Her body reacted differently, and I could feel the toughness of her cervix against my tip inside. It was almost like her orgasms, but inside of cresting in a powerful clench of her muscles, it kept reverberating over and over. Eventually, after ten minutes of this I slowed down and parted her legs, lying between them as I kissed her, working my hips in a simple motion. She held me tight as i finally worked a second orgasm out of my body filling her up.

We cuddled again, but her time was running out. She left her dress with me, and put her street clothes back on, and carried a bit of me inside her as she drove back.

Later when we talked about that near-orgasm, she said she felt like she was going to squirt, but didn’t know what to do. We agreed to try that again, but we didn’t get another chance during her pregnancy. Once her child was born, she had to focus on being a mother to a newborn, and we both agreed that was more important. It would be years until our paths again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/835g32/making_her_naughty_wish_come_true_mf_cheating