This is a follow-up to my most recent previous post here about an MFM/cuck/hotwife situation.
*****Intro*****
My phone buzzed and I barely noticed over the noise at my work Christmas party. To my surprise, it was Jan with a casual “hey, what’s up”. I wasn’t sure where this might be heading, but it was either going to be really good, or really bad. It had been about a month since we had initially hooked up. We chit chatted and essentially she said her hubby was out of town and she needed my thick cock again. She needed it now. That’s a relief (we went bareback the first time unexpectedly), but I was a bit indisposed. The party was beginning to be a bit of a drag though. It was being held in a cramped hot room with a mix of attendees of which I only liked about half of.
As the official festivities ended, I had to choose between getting drunk with the few stragglers at the party who didn’t view it as forced fun and decided to stay behind -OR- I could fuck the petite hotwife Jan while her hubby was out of town. Seemed a no-brainer at the time; especially since she was begging me for something rougher this time.
I asked if her hubby knew about it and was cool and she said yes. I few minutes later I received a text from him saying “have fun”. I remember it being a very short text and, as I usually do, I almost tried to read too much into it. I moved on, however, as I noticed I was getting hard and those slacks didn’t hide my erection very well. It was time to leave.
“Mark, can you take the company mascot back with you? Nobody here has a truck and we figured it might fit in your SUV,” called an executive at the company. Sure. I’d love to meet my hotwife tonight with a 6 foot tall gorilla statue in my back seat. Fine. I agreed. It certainly made the ride awkward as I had a gorilla face six inches from my head while driving through the rural backroads to get to Jan’s place.
I pulled up and sure enough, his truck wasn’t there. The lights in the trailer house were on and I was hard as a rock. Still in my business casual party attire, I made a bee line for the door.
*****Sexytime*****
She opened the door and I was taken aback. I felt a mix of excitement and disappointment initially. The disappointment was quickly replaced by humbleness when I realized what was going on. She was again, wearing a nondescript oversize T-shirt. Gray even. Her dark red hair wasn’t done up and was frizzy as hell. Healthy hair to be sure, but quite a mess. She didn’t have a bit of makeup on. While the jolt of seeing her natural appearance was sudden, the onset of realizing the trust and vulnerability she was showing was more powerful. She was putting it all out there.
We stared at each other for a second. She smiled. I smiled. She finally backed up an let me in. I walked into the kitchen and she was behind me. I turned around and, after a brief pause and held breath, we lunged at each other. I’d say we tore each other’s clothes off, but she didn’t have much on. The T-shirt was all she had, she was bare nude underneath. My more complex business casual mess was a bit more of a pain to get through. As we struggled and moved slowly towards the bedroom, she kissed me deeply. This was off limits. Not today apparently.
Rough. I forgot. I knew I’d have to keep reminding myself to be rough. She wanted me to talk forcefully, call her names, and use her like a fuck toy. I obliged. While kissing, I grabbed a fist full of her wild hair and pulled her hair back. “Get on the bed,” I ordered with a commanding tone.
“Yes sir,” she said with a sly smile. She knew the game was on. I finished undressing and she watched, discretely rubbing her pussy. It was shaven and her pale thin body was already writhing, begging me to take her. Once I was disrobed, I called her a slut, among other things, and told her to choke on my cock. She came forward and she did.
Her mouth was incredibly deceptive. I don’t know how she fit my cock in there, but she did. The teeth were back though. I gave her a solid love tap on the cheek, “Watch the teeth.” She whimpered with my cock still holstered in her mouth. She kept sucking but I knew it wasn’t deep enough. I pushed farther into her mouth. Her hands slapped my thighs, I held the back of her head, and she gagged. It wasn’t a disgusting gag, but a deep gag she seemed to regret. She attacked my cock again, drool beginning to run down her face while she attempted to please her bull. By the end of the blowjob, she was a slobbering mess.
I was actually getting close to cumming, which normally takes me awhile from oral alone. Something about the role play made it more exciting. I pushed her back, grabbed her by the throat, pulled her face closer to mine, and told her I was going to fuck her and cum in her. Her face was turning red but she was still breathing. My grip was certainly stronger on the sides of the throat because nobody wants a crushed wind pipe… she was loving it. She nodded and looked a little scared. I threw her back with both my hand on her throat and a little help from a hand on her hip.
The next few minutes are a bit fuzzy, but I remember choking, slapping, and holding her hands spread and above her head while I ravaged her missionary. I was fucking for me and I wanted her to know it. For all the good it did, she was still cumming like a volcano. Her pussy was engorged before I plowed her, but even more so after.
I paused as the fast fucking was sending me over the edge. She was out of breath, but she looked up and had the nerve to ask me if that was “all you got?”. It was hilarious, and I fit the role like a glove. “You fucking slut!” and I grabbed a fist full of hair. I pulled her head to one side and flipped her over by the hip with my other hand. I never let go of the hair, and I slammed my cock in her. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I was pounding her hard and I let go of her hair so I could hold her hips with one hand and slide my thumb in her ass with my other. Initially, I ran my thumb along the base of my cock and inside the edge of her pussy, gathering her juices to lube my thumb a bit. I moved up to her ass with my thumb and she bucked away. I held her tight and nudged inside.I was at a tipping point, unsure of myself. I went ahead. And I was glad I did. After working a full knuckle deep and continuing to stretch her wet pussy with my cock, she was really into it. This made her forget the role playing and she just went orgasmic. She just wanted me to fuck her brains out. And I did.
I dumped a load deep inside her, and she pressed her ass up into me to take it all. Her petite frame still surprised me with how much she could take and how vigorous a lay she was.
****Saying Bye*****
We cleaned up a little. I had a sip of water and she put her T-shirt back on. I didn’t know if I was rough enough for her, but she seemed to be glowing with satisfaction afterward. She thanked me, said it was amazing, and helped me gather my clothes that were strewn across her house. I was mostly dressed and standing at the door to leave and she told me to wait.
“I need more.”
That’s all she had to say. I could have lived without more and I wasn’t trying to intrude but the way she begged me with almost a pouting tone, I had to take it. This time, there was no role play, we just went at it on her couch. My cum was still running down the inside of her leg when we started, and I never fully undressed this time. I had our cum all over my slacks, boxers, and the base of my buttoned shirt. I paid extra attention to her B cup tits this time, squeezing and sucking while fucking her. I think she felt like they were ignored on the first go-round.
I think she liked me filling her pussy. She didn’t ask me to cum anywhere else and I wasn’t going to if I didn’t have to. I filled her again and left her satisfied. I buttoned up, and she laid there spread eagle with my load running out of her. I left her like that without saying much.
I had to chuckle as I walked back to my SUV and saw the gorilla statue taking up 90% of the cabin space inside. What an unusual ride home…
*****Bonus*****
About six months later I was getting ready to move to a new town. They hit me up a week or so before I left so I stopped by for a quicky… and only a quicky by their request. He was there this time. I walked in, we didn’t say much, and we walked to the bedroom. She was naked in a split second and positioned herself doggy style on the bed. Her hubby stood in the corner, no camera this time. I rubbed her tiny wet pussy and I fucked her hard until I filled her up, again. All in all, it probably only lasted five minutes. We finished, said bye, and I was gone. It was surreal. The speed and lack of interaction at the end led to a bittersweet sort of ending to this whole adventure.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bllyzs/mf_keeping_her_company_while_hubby_was_gone