A Rude Awakening [MF]

It’s Saturday morning, the start of a brand new weekend and I’m indulging in a lie-in. I’ve been waiting for this for days having turned off my alarm on Friday night with smug, silent satisfaction.

I feel my husband moving next to me, already awake but quiet, letting me sleep. I roll over without opening my eyes, wrapping myself up in the warm duvet and settling into position for further blissful dozing. I pick up on a change in his breathing – is it tension? Maybe he’s just being careful not to wake me or really into whatever book he’s reading. I slip back into my own little dreamworld.

I’m brought to again by the soft warmth of his body pressed against my back and his arm wrapped around me. Still far more asleep than I am awake, I back up to snuggle into him on auto-pilot. God, this is nice. I love having a snooze in his arms, wrapped up and safe. His hand slides up under my top as it often does when we sleep so that we can be closer, skin on skin.

His fingers trace lightly over my side and his hand glides down over the curve of my hip, resting there for a moment. I pick up on that tension in the air again, but I’m still in a sleepy state, eyes closed shut. It is only when he continues his gentle exploration round to my ass that I question his intentions. With his palm resting on my butt cheek covered by the thin cotton of my underwear, he gently applies pressure with his fingertips, making shallow indentations as if testing the ripeness of a peach.

Now I understand. I turn onto my back and kiss him, little pecks on the mouth in between telling him to give me a few minutes to come round as he pulls me into him by the waist. His hands run over my sides, travelling over the curves of my hips the tracing his index fingers along the waistband of my knickers. I smile at his eagerness and make to get up and hop in the shower to bring myself round properly. I tell him again to give me a few minutes, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he pulls my knickers down to my knees and without further ceremony runs his tongue over my slit.

I cry out in surprise and instinctively raise my hips, hooking my right leg around him to welcome him in without thinking. He squeezes my ass with his hands and kisses my inner thigh. I moan loudly as props us my ass and buries his face between my legs in one swift, hungry movement. I make to protest again, tell him I’d like a shower before we fuck. I don’t feel quite ready for this. He raises his head and looks up at me. I can already see my wetness on his red lips. He pushes my thighs apart, my bent knees fall either side so that I am fully exposed to him. He dips his head down and inhales deeply, openly breathing in my scent. “Oh God, yes. You smell amazing. You taste amazing.”

How can I possibly deny either of us this? I give in to it, the befuddled sleepy surprise giving way for passive but gleeful acceptance. I pull my knees up over his shoulders and he pushes my legs back toward me roughly, opening me up so he can take all of me in. He sucks softly at my clit and then runs his tongue up my slit, one side and then the other, teasing me. A finger slides into my pussy. I let out a squeal of delight which quickly turns into a deeper moan as he presses against my G-spot, all the while flicking his tongue from side to side over my swollen clit. I come quickly and loudly, letting everything go and disappearing into myself. No sooner is it over when I come again, this time deeper and with more force. I feel the warm electricity like a wave, washing over my whole body.

I’m back in the room and can’t believe my luck. He moves up to kiss my neck. He strokes the head of his hard cock over my slit, making it slick with my wetness and his own precum and I continue to moan. I sound carnal, animalistic in my wanting. How quickly things have changed. I run my hands through his hair and kiss him fiercely before pleading for him to start fucking me. I feel him enter me, pushing his slipperly cock into my tight cunt.. That split second of anticipation as he moves inside me and then YES, YES, YES that rush of ecstacy as he hits that sweet spot. I gasp and look into his eyes as he stills and makes sure I’m comfortable with his girth stretching my tight pussy. A grin spreads across my face. Then he begins his delicious movement and my expression changes to one of earnest seriousness. As in, I earnestly want to take your cock and this is a seriously good fuck.

But wait… what about that tension I picked up on earlier? I have to know. I ask him how long he has been awake for, and what he has been thinking about.

“I was just remembering when we were on holiday, when you lost your anal virginity to me in the hotel bedroom. You stopped me suddenly and casually walked away into the bathroom, calling me in after you. I thought you’d had enough what with it being your first time. I was standing behind you and you started talking to me, looking at me through our reflections in the mirror. It took up the whole of the one wall, the marble counter-top running all the way along underneath it. I was remembering when you leant forward and spread your ass cheeks for me, strecthing your pink, puckered little asshole and asked me to continue. And there you were, bent over and propped up by your arms on the bathroom counter, getting off on watching yourself being fucked in the ass. My beautiful, sweet wife. My little anal whore.”

I dug my fingers into my husband’s back as he continued to ride me, lost in the reverie of our shared memories. I was caught up in the smooth, delicious motion of his thick cock filling me again and again, expertly hitting every nerve ending so that jolts of pleasure sparked through me like surface ripples in the deep, deep waters of the ocean’s worth of pleasure I was currently floating on.

He kissed my neck and continued, his heavy breath warm on my skin. “I was thinking, what if we had invited someone back to the hotel with us? Would you like that, would you like a third?” The flood of wetness to my cunt answered for me. “Remember how I came in your ass, and how happy you were to receive it? How grateful? It was so easy to slide into you once you had started to get used to it. You were so ready to be fucked weren’t you. Well what if when I had finished, we let the young, fit stranger you had picked up carry on where I’d left off? I’d be there with you of course, I’d be watching as you took a strangers big, thick cock into that virgin ass of yours. You’d be watching too, in the mirror. Watching him pound you from behind like the dirty little cum slut that you are. How would you like that?”

I couldn’t answer. Instead, my body tensed as I threw my head back and I let out a loud, guttural moan. My eyes rolled back into my head as I gripped and pulled at the bedsheets. I didn’t even know I’d wanted this a few months ago, that I’d wanted to be shared. Now I was getting off on the idea so much that I’d squirted all over my husband’s cock while he told me what was on his filthy mind. I felt him harden and swell all the more inside me as he looked down at his soaked shaft. Our moaning was punctuated by him picking up pace, pounding me hard and fast. My head was thrown back again. Our eyes closed tight, mouths open and faces mirroring each other as we came hard, both riding high on the headrush of pure instense pleasure.

Panting with exersion he looked down at me and kissed me softly. His sweet, slutty hotwife. I had a feeling today was going to test my stamina. Luckily it’s the weekend, so I get another lie in tomorrow.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aot8j6/a_rude_awakening_mf