My wife came out of the bathroom with her hair up in an atypical fashion for her. She was also wearing a dress that wasn’t her style. Before I could inquire further, she let me know what was going on.
“Vicky and I did some shopping last week. She picked out the dress—it’s something she would wear. I also know what she wears under it. If you play along, you’ll find out too.
For the rest of the night, I am Vicky. I am going to get your cock hard and keep it that way. We’ll see what you do with it when we get back.”
I stepped towards her, but she sidestepped me and gave me a playful swat.
“Go get ready. Our dinner reservation is at 7:30.”
Dinner was interesting to say the least. My wife carried on a conversation as Vicky, throwing in some of her mannerisms and generally being flirty. Like many actual conversations with Vicky, the topic soon turned to sex. I’m not sure how much of the conversation was based on actual information she knew vs. making things up in the role, but it got specific quickly.
“Your wife tells me that you love shower sex. Fortunately, I do too. I want to get all wet while you fuck me from behind.”
I asked how she was convinced I was such a sure thing.
“I heard about how you want to cum all over my tits. Would you really turn down such a chance? I’m glad your cock is on loan for the evening. The question is, will you still choose to cum there when I’m begging for it in my mouth?”
We stopped at a bar on the way home for a drink and got a little handsy in a booth before continuing on. I’d definitely been hard for a good amount of time and was eager to get home.
I got the door open and we were at it. Tongues dancing, a trail of clothes down the hallway, among them a sporty thong that was clearly not from my wife’s usual collection.
“Shower?” I asked.
“Can’t wait that long for your cock to be inside me.”
She got on all fours and rubbed herself. Certainly not my wife’s typical starting point. Again, I wondered how much she knew about Vicky’s preferences.
“I’m already ready for you.”
I wasted no time getting behind her and sliding in. I pulled her hair, grabbed her tits from behind, and pounded away. She met my every thrust. We fucked hard, skin meeting skin over and over.
We paused, she rolled over. Missionary. The dirty talk started up again as we went full speed.
“I hope you’ve been thinking about where you want to cum.”
“I’m …”
She wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles behind me, pulling me in deeper still.
“You don’t actually get to choose. It was just something for you to think about to keep you hard all night. You’re going to look me in the eye, feel my pussy around your cock, and fill me with your cum!”
So I did.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/93ub4k/going_all_in_on_the_roleplaying_mf
Fan-fucking-tastic. Wow.