[MF] How I took another man

This happened recently. My husband and I share this account, and if you look at the post history, you can see we’ve been getting into hotwifing. My husband is not a cuckold, but he likes to see me pleasured, and we’re secure enough in our relationship and his masculinity that we can enjoy bringing other people into the bedroom.

We sent the kids to stay with their grandparents not too long ago and threw a house party. About a dozen people showed up—friends from college mostly, with a few of them bringing their friends. People we didn’t know. As I said, my husband and I have just started bringing new people into our bedroom. We were taking it really slow, and so far we had only had a threesome. It was hot, exciting, the kind of thing that makes you drunk with those sex hormones—they took turns fucking me, I took turns blowing them, you get the idea. Maybe another time I’ll detail what that was like, but for now, this story is about the party, and what happened there: me taking another man solo.

I had invited my best friend Anne a few days before the party, but she said she wasn’t going to be able to make it because of work. So when I opened the door after the doorbell rang a little after 9, I was pleasantly surprised by two things: firstly, that Anne had been able to get off from work. The second surprise was the friend she brought with her, and how handsome he was. We hadn’t intended to play at the party or have any kind of hookups, but when I saw Scott standing in the doorway, I felt my heart speed up and an electric spark below the waist. I immediately knew I wanted to fuck him.

You can look at our post history to see me, but it’s worth describing Scott. Anne is 29, only a couple of years younger than I am. I don’t know how old Scott is, but he looked to be about our age. I’m not very tall, about 5’5”, while Scott is considerably taller—maybe 6’1” or so. He had broad shoulders, short brown hair, and an athletic frame. I later found out that he played soccer in college.

So, the doorbell. It rang. I opened it, hugged Anne, waved to Scott as he was introduced. Quick side note: none of our friends, including Anne, know about how we’ve been getting into hotwifing. That explains the curious look Anne gave me standing in the door—head cocked, eyes questioning. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but when I met him, my body language gave me away: slightly taken aback, nervous little half grin, my hand touching my hair. There was no question between us that I wanted him, though I remember thinking that it wasn’t going to happen. We had only just started bringing in new people. It had only happened once. We hadn’t talked about me sleeping with anyone else, though after our first experience, we both knew we wanted to.

I lead Anne and Scott into the front living room where most people were mingling and introduced them. No big deal. We chatted for a bit, then kind of dispersed to get drinks, hang out with other people, typical things you do at a party. I found my husband and joined a conversation he was having with a friend from work (I don’t remember what it was about) and for the most part forgot about Scott. Like I said, there was that initial charge between us when we first met, but the idea that we would actually do anything never even occurred to me. Still, as the night went on, I found myself glancing in Scott’s direction more and more often. It wasn’t long before my husband noticed.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling me aside when we refilled our drinks.

“Yeah of course, why?”

He smiled a little. “Looks like you’ve made a friend, though you haven’t talked to him much.”

“What?”

“Anne’s friend,” he said, nodding across the room. Scott was sitting on the couch, nodding while someone told him a story.

“Oh,” I said, blushing. “I don’t know. I—“

“It’s okay, babe. You’ve got the green light.”

What he was saying still hadn’t quite clicked with me. Then he leaned forward and kissed my neck, whispering in my ear, “How big do you think his cock is?”

I knew I was already blushing, but now I really began to feel the heat rise in my cheeks. We’ve been together for over ten years, faithfully and happily in a monogamous relationship (despite our recent foray into new…experiences).

*I can’t do that,* I remember thinking. *I’m a good girl. That would be so slutty.* The thought immediately started to get me wet.

My husband went to the other room where some of his friends were, leaving me in the kitchen, staring across at Scott talking with another couple.

“What are you guys talking about?” I asked, sitting on the couch beside him. There was plenty of room on the couch, but when I sat beside him, I sat close.

“Horror movies,” Scott said, looking over at me and smiling.

I don’t remember too much about the conversation after that, but I do remember how flirty I was getting. The alcohol maybe played a part there. After a while we were laughing together, playfully pushing each other. I put my hand on his arm once as I told a story, I remember that. He touched my knee at another point, his hand lingering just a little longer than maybe it should have. Innocent stuff, really. No one seemed to notice. The couple we were talking to left for the kitchen to make mixed drinks, leaving Scott and me on the couch.

“Nice place you have,” Scott said, looking around. “Thanks for having me over.”

“Glad you could stop by.” I smiled and looked him in the eyes. “Want a quick tour of the upstairs?” I asked, touching his thigh.

“That’d be great!”

An idea struck. “Alright, give me a minute to pick up my room real quick. It’s a mess! Last door on the right,” I said, standing.

No one noticed me heading up the stairs, slipping into my bedroom.

I had worn a skirt that night. I went into our bedroom, closed the door, and stripped off my panties. Then I laid down on the bed, legs slightly apart, and waited. You can see a picture kind of like it in my post history.

After a minute there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I said.

Scott did so, closing the door behind him.

There were no words after that. They weren’t needed. He approached the bed, unbuckling his belt, pushing his jeans and briefs to the floor.

*This is really happening,* I thought. I had only ever been with three men before, my husband included. *I’m really going to lay here and spread my legs for this stranger.*

I have to admit: I have a fetish for being bred. I have two young kids and don’t want any more, but the fetish is there. I have an IUD so I can’t get pregnant, but I’m in my early 30s, and fertile as fuck. My breasts are full and milky, my hips are wide, and if I didn’t have my IUD, it would take only one time of getting filled to become pregnant. You can see this from my post history as well.

Scott approached me on the bed and pushed my skirt up my thighs.

*I can’t believe this is happening. I’m opening up for this man who is not my husband, and I’m going to take him raw. He’s going to slide his thick, bare cock inside my tight, wet, fertile womb.*

He pushed my legs further apart and began to lick my clit. I moaned, squirming on the bed with ecstasy, grabbing the back of his head and pushing him gently into my pussy. I began squeezing and rubbing my nipples. After a few minutes of this I couldn’t take it any more. I had to have him inside me.

“We have to be quiet,” I said, pulling him up.

“Okay,” he said, sitting up.

I had been just about hanging off the edge of the bed while he was going down on me, but now I scooted fully onto the bed. Scott slid forward and positioned his cock over my pussy, then began rubbing his head up and down the length of my slit. I began to moan softly, rocking my hips upward to take his cock, but each time he drew back.

“Please,” I whispered breathlessly. “Give it to me.”

He grabbed my wrists, held them above my head, and slowly pushed his cock into me. I was *very* wet, and whimpered with pleasure, but also the slightest bit of pain: Scott was thick. Very thick. I could feel my pussy stretch to take him in. He slid all the way out, then slid all the way back in again, his long thrusts slow and full. He began kissing me on the neck, the ears, the mouth as he rhythmically fucked me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locked my legs together as he filled me. He put his arms around my neck and stuck his tongue in my mouth as he began to pound faster, and faster. I reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him deep inside me.

“I’m going to cum,” he said. Feet bobbing with his thrusts, legs spread as wide as I could spread them, I wanted him to. I wanted him to pump into me, to fill me up, to shoot his seed deep into my unprotected womb.

“Cum,” I whispered, moaning. “Cum with me. Cum inside me.”

He thrust harder, faster. We were animals in heat, not lovers. I needed to be fucked and he needed to fuck me. There was no consideration for the pleasure of the other person. In that moment we were purely in it for ourselves, Scott taking from me what he wanted and me giving it to him freely.

“You’re a whore,” he said.

“Cum in your whore,” I told him, and that was all it took. He grunted. I felt his cock flex, felt him ejaculate thick ropes of seed inside me. God, he filled me up. I came *hard*, riding the orgasm with me as his cock throbbed and emptied inside me.

We didn’t say anything after that, only smiled. He put his pants back on and left. After a few minutes of laying in ecstasy, I did the same. I went down stairs and rejoined the party, his warm cum slowly leaking out of me. No one had seemed to notice we had been gone. My cheeks were flush with the afterglow of a good fucking.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aa25lm/mf_how_i_took_another_man