[MF] The Prednisone Spark

So I’m a guy in his early thirties, and I’ve been married for more than a decade.

My wife and I were married really young. We were both raised religious, and we both had crazy strong sex drives. We did literally all we could short of having penetrative sex before getting married, and we were all over each other every single day for the whole six months of our engagement. We were as sexually liberated as we felt we could be, deeply committed to one another, and incredibly committed to finding ways to make each other come without resorting to full-on sex.

Discovering my wife during that time was magical to me. She was my first everything. I had my first kiss with her in a church parking lot, running my hand through her beautiful, shoulder-length brown hair. Hers were the first breasts I ever saw in real life, her perky C-cup breasts eagerly shown to me after an intense make out session in my car on a quiet street in the middle of the night, her pale pink nipples just barely distinguishable from her light skin. She was juts a few inches shorter than I am at 5’5″ and her build was perfect for me. Curvy, yet somehow still youthfully skinny. I couldn’t get enough of her.

Marriage brought with it a new dynamic. At first, nothing seemed to change. We were adventurous together, and explored all the aspects of sex we had wanted to that we didn’t explore before getting hitched. But with time and the stability of marriage, our sex lives cooled down considerably. Maybe the taboo of sneaking around and doing things we were certain our parents and religious community wouldn’t approve of, while seeing how close we could get to the line we had decided we wouldn’t cross, was what fueled our pre-marriage sexual-but-not-sex marathon. Maybe life just settled in and sex took the back seat. Sex was still good, and still satisfying, but it’s hard to recapture the first time, or that early honeymoon phase.

Fast forward 11 years later, and I was convinced that my most exciting sexual experiences were well behind me. Sex was still great, but I was convinced that the days of us excitedly exploring new things in the bedroom were over.

I was totally wrong.

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Recently, due to an ongoing medical issue my wife was dealing with her doctor prescribed a short round of prednisone. We thought nothing of it, and she started taking it on a Saturday. Saturdays, for us, are always hectic. But as the day went on, I noticed her being unusually handsy when we were together. A smack to the bum, a wink, or coming up behind me and wrapping her arms around me. This was NOT normal behavior, but I was enjoying it way too much to question it.

That night, as everything from the day had settled down, she pulled me into our bedroom and we made out just like we used to before we were married. She soon had me stripped of all my clothes and as I pulled her t-shirt and jeans off, I found she had somehow sneakily changed into a sexy black bra and thong at some point during the day, definitely not her usual Saturday choice. She giggled in a confident, mischievous way, grabbed my cock, and started rubbing me to get me hard.

Now, I don’t have the world’s biggest dick. I’m about 7 inches long on a good day, but this day I was so turned on by her confidence and how horny she was acting that I was harder than I had been since we had gotten married. Pulling me over to the edge of the bed, bra and thong still on, she pulled some lube from her night stand and slowly started to pour it between her tits. She laughed as a mixture of excitement and surprise must have flooded my face, her hand slowly rubbing the lube around her cleavage, getting it just about everywhere on her tits and bra, something very out of the ordinary with how tidy she likes to keep things.

Now, let me give you a quick update to my wife’s appearance after all these years. Due to an interesting condition she’s experienced a couple of times called pregnancy, her boobs have gone from their once-upon-a-time steady C cup to, depending on the bra (seems bra sizes wildly vary), somewhere around a DD to an F cup. Her areolas are only slightly darker, but still magnificently pink. Her body is still curvy in the right places, just a little bit more so, and it still drives me crazy to see her naked after all these years. At one point this particular black bra had fit her properly, but now her breasts practically spilled out of it. She looked incredible, lube glistening off those smooth, huge tits of hers, and I was just about ready to blow my load right then and there.

That’s when she leaned over and, pulling her bra slightly forward with one hand, slid my dick between her tits. The feeling was incredible. Her large, voluminous breasts both surrounded and put pressure on my dick in ways I had never imagined they could. She pushed her right hand gently against her right breast, helping to aid in stimulating my cock by increasing the pressure her bra was putting on her boobs, her other hand, the one she had used to rub the lube around, still moist, went to her pussy, pushing her thong aside to start rubbing herself while she rose and fell, her boobs squishing and pushing over my dick, a smile on her face the whole time.

“It’s so good!” I managed, and she laughed. I immediately regretted making the observation, because she rose up, my dick left to itself as it slipped out from between her boobs. And yet, faster than I could even feel the regret start to settle in, she had reached back and unclasped her bra, pulling it off her arms and throwing it aside, freeing her breasts as they tumbled from their plush prison, bouncing slightly in my face as she leaned in towards me, pushing me back onto the bed.

That’s when my wife, who due to that religious background we have does not swear often, looked me in the eyes, a lustfully serious look coming over her, and said:

“Fuck me.”

I reached forward and pulled that thong aside and slowly at first, but with mounting force, plunged my shaft into her pussy. She groaned as I, pushing up, met her body as she pushed down, fully engulfed inside of her. I started to slowly pump into her, wrapping my strong arms around her and pulling her against me, her lubed tits sliding pleasingly against my chest. The whole world seemed to fade to black, like the stage lights fading on a scene in a play, and all I could feel was her against me, the rush of the spontaneity of the moment coursing through me, and I fucked her deep and hard. I was starting to get close, and I could tell she was feeling it, too. And once she starts to feel the build up of that upcoming orgasm, there is no stopping her…

Except that she stopped. Pushing up off of me, she slid back on the bed onto her back. I followed after, ready to slide back into her, but she shook her head and put her hand over her pussy, instead reaching over with her other hand and grabbing her phone. I was confused, but enjoyed watching the quick rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath, her attention on her phone’s screen. Then, she suddenly started to massage her fingers over her clit, and angling her phone down in selfie mode, she started to film herself masturbating.

She did this for a while and then stopped to watch her work, still playing with herself as she watched the video of her hand rubbing against her pussy. Unhappy with the result after watching it back, she pushed her phone into my hands and instructed me to film her. I took the phone out of selfie mode and got to filming. With her one hand now free, she used it to grab one of her breasts and massage it as she started to finger herself. I sat there, agape, as I filmed her, totally dumbfounded and watched her passionately finger and rub herself, something I had never seen her do before. And I was filming it!

When we were first married, we would sometimes take pictures of each other in the bedroom. Mostly for fun, usually not very explicit, this soon gave way to very occasional sexts, like a picture of her with a handbra while I was at work when we were going to go out together that night. But never anything like this. I wanted to ask, “Who are you?!” but by now I had learned to just keep my mouth shut and enjoy watching her whimper as she slid her finger in and out of her pussy, or push her fingers over the hood of her clit.

As she continued to trace a finger softly over her clit, for a moment it seemed like she might start to curl up in the ecstasy of orgasm, but she pulled her hand away just in time. She slowly opened her eyes and look around as though to remember where she was and what was going on. She took a moment and then, after fingering herself a couple more times, asked, “Did you get it?”

I nodded and she smiled and sat up and pushed me back on the bed, taking the phone from me. She rode me cowgirl style, rising and falling with such precise movement and to such a strong beat her breasts shifted sexily with the movement. She watched the video of her fingers tracing over her pussy for a while, and she became lost in it as she moaned while she rode me. After the video ended, she took her camera and snapped a few pictures of my dick sliding into her pussy. She lifted up her phone and looked at one of the pictures, her hand caressing one of her breasts then slowly moving down her side until she finally let it drift to her clit, rubbing her fingers over it, her nails occasionally, softly, brushing against my cock.

Keeping her phone in hand, she slid off my dick and laid back down on the bed. She pointed her phone’s camera at me and demanded I eat her out. I didn’t hesitate for a second. I slowly started to lick soft, lingering circles around her pussy, pausing to lick quickly over her clit, pushing my face in close as I did it. She kept filming while she idly played with one of her tits as she watched me through her phone’s screen. Being filmed was turning me on even more than I had been turned on all night, but I knew she wanted to come. Sure enough, after diligently working her pussy with my tongue, she suddenly was overtaken by the pleasure of it all and she shook a little as she gasped and came. I pushed my face into her pussy as she did this, not letting up, until she pulled me up and filmed me fuck her until I came as well.

Taking her in my arms, I slid next to her on the bed, and we just took a moment to catch our breath. After a while, she handed me her phone. “I want you to have those.” She muttered tiredly. “So you can watch us fuck whenever you want…”

I laughed and I did as I was told. It was, by far, the craziest night the two of us have had together in a long time. Reflecting on why it had happened, I realized that she had been on prednisone, and I wondered if that was what had caused her sudden change in appetite. I was uncertain then, but would have my theory confirmed on another occasion…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/af0q72/mf_the_prednisone_spark