This is my first post and drafted on mobile so please don’t crusify grammar/spelling. I prefer longer form so that’s how this is written.
My wife:32 yo, 5’3, 117lb with light skin, 34DD after market accessories. With her light skin and colorful half sleeves, she looks like she belongs in a Suicide Girls shoot even after 3 kids. Dig down in history for an idea.
I am 33, 6’0 and 190lbs. white, generally harry former Marine with a lot of ink.
“Are you home yet? I literally can’t wait any longer”
“Nope, still 20 minutes away, I have to stop for beer on my way, if you want to run to 7-11 for me, I would be home sooner”
“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d still like you to stop..”
“Well shit” I thought. Apparently, she literally Could wait longer.
For the last five days, our 3 kids have been on vacation with their grandparents leaving us a quiet house and nothing to do. For a stay at home mom, this means lots of free time, which inevitably leads to boredom.
Thursday afternoon, driving home I receive a text.
“Are you home yet? I literally can’t wait any longer?”
“Nope, still 20 minutes away, I have to stop for beer on my way, if you want to run to 7-11 for me, I would be home sooner” was my response.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d still like you to stop..”
Clearly we need to revisit the definition of literally, but that’s for another time.
As I kept driving, the short conversation started to annoy me. I leave the house at 5am, work all day, still commuting at 4:30pm and she couldn’t grab beer?
A song change on Pandora removes those thoughts from my mind and i’m back to driving.
About half an hour later, I walk into the house to see that shits been goin on. A quick scan around shows the whole house was cleaned since this morning. It smells fresh and also eerily quiet. I walk through the house listening for the music. My house always has music going and the easiest way to find a human is to walk towards that sounds but today, there’s nothing.
A check of the back yard, office, garage yeild nothing. I’m getting a bit nervous and call out. More quiet answers. Maybe she did go get beer but I’m fairly certain I saw her car in the driveway. I stop by my home office to remove my work clothes and head upstairs.
As I round the stairs, I call out again but this time, I hear “in our room”. Another 5 steps up, I turn my head and stop dead in my tracks.
Standing at the foot of the bed, is my beer. Holding my beer, is one of the sexiest sights I’ll never forget. She’s dressed to the nines in a sexy, sheer grey teddy that shows off her flat stomach and large full breasts. Fishnet stalkings with large holes don her slim alabaster legs. In one hand, a cold unopened beer and our favorite bong loaded for me in the other. A sexy sultry stare completes her look.
When my eyes finally make their way up to hers, she holds my stare, a small smile breaks one side of her mouth as she sexily offers, “beer, bowl, and a blowjob?”
My earlier irritation vanished as I stood there taking her in. This isn’t a normal occurrence. My wife owns a good bit of lingerie but it’s really for my benefit and only comes out if I ask. I don’t think Hustler Hollywood in all its strappy slutty glory could have made her look any sexier.
In the time It’s taken me to cross our room, I haven’t released my hungry eyes from hers. I can tell she is waiting for something, she’s put herself on display for me, and I’m moving around her like a predator toying with my prey.
Finally breaking eye contact, her eyes drift lower on my body taking it in. Almost imperceptibly, I notice her chest rise slowly as she remembers to breath. Her eyes, which had been staring at my underwear covered cock now burn into mine. With that look, I realize I was wrong. I’m not the predator in the room. I’m her prey.
As I close the distance, I extend my hand toward her hip but she sidesteps while guiding me to sit on the edge of the bed. I sit and she hands me a beer that must have been in the freezer it was still so cold. I crack the lid as she kneels down between my legs. Without a word, she starts running her fingertips up my calves and onto my legs. Not willing to forget the second B, I grab the bong and bring it up to my mouth. Now looking over her head, I see our reflection in the full length closet door mirrors behind her.
She looks so fucking sexy. From this angle, I see her sitting on her sexy feet, the lingerie accenting and accentuating the shape of her ass while she is slowly circling her tongue around my head. After clearing the bong, I set it on my side table and set in to watch the show.
After a few minutes of slowly licking me, twirling her tongue behind the glands, all the way up and back down to where my head gently touched the back of her throat, she crawled up on the bed, pushing me to lay back as she poured a good amount of lube into her hands. Now let me say, Sam doesn’t love sucking cock, but she is an absolute wizard with her hands.
Now on the bed with me, she started her expert craft with stacked hangs turning opposite directions. Sometime she’s jacking me off with speed at abandon then just as quickly, covered my head with her Palm and just rotate her hand while her nails coax my balls then switching up again.
By this point, I’m breathing hard and ready to take control but she’s not ready to give it up.
I try to sit up enough to touch her pussy but as I lean, she catches my pierced nipple in her mouth and I feel her teeth daring me to keep moving away from her. I settled back against the pillow and her assault resumed. I knew I could do this all day as it takes a lot for me to cum but now, I needed to be inside her.
My breathing increased with her passion. The feeling of her tongue flipping over my nipple, feeling her lubed hand teasing and pulling my cock and balls was perfect but her arm was starting to get tired and I could tell we needed to switch it up. I tried to roll her onto her back but she stayed put hovering over me. A few last swirls over my sensitive head with her hand she released the snaps at the crotch of her teddy which were completely see though as her juices had soaked it through. Without much fanfair, she touched my head to her opening and sank herself from tip to trunk moaning loudly as my cock stretched her open and continued to grow past what I thought was possible.
Her eyes were closed which allowed me the time to stare in awe. She was still mostly “clothed” but her skin was now flushed, small sweat beads gathering on her neck, her body appeared so calm but I could feel her muscles vibrating with pleasure and anticipation.
Slowly she started rocking her hips in small circles. I was stretching her in every direction and she wanted to feel every inch of me invading her. I join her rhythm and start moving in and out. As we pick up speed, my hands grab her ass and start using this as leverage to bury myself deeper in her. This is one of her absolute favorite feelings and the moans that escaped her sent me hurtling toward the finish line. I smacked her ass hard twice causing her to squeal as well as clamp down on me. The sound of our bodies smacking together was filling the house at this point. Her moaning could probably be heard two doors down and I was loving it but we both knew that it was the middle of the day on a cul-de-sac. I moved my hand up her body, stopping to pull on her nipples earning a deep sexy moan on my way to her mouth. Her moth opened and tongue moved out to suck on my fingers but just as fast as her mouth engulfed them, her hand had grabbed my other wrist and was forcefully moving my hand to her throat.
My hand closed around her tiny pale throat with force and her eyes shot open almost in a panic. Her eyes betrayed that panic with the fire inside. My cock was now mercilessly pounding up into her as she sucked two fingers on one hand, and being choked by the second. Breath play is normal for us and I know exactly how far she likes to go. If it’s a bit too much, she will grab my wrist to relieve some pressure but that’s not what was happening. As I continue pounding her tight tiny hole, she was choking herself with my hand past where I would normally be comfortable and she looked like she was about to pass out. A deep gutteral moan started deep within her as the orgasm built. I was already past the point of no return so kept up the tempo watching this beautiful thing writhe around not able to move or be still. We came together in a massive Orgasm that left us both out of breath and speechless.
That night, I found out she had been planning this all week just looking for the right opportunity. I’d say she killed it.
I’m sure there are other stories that are arguably “better”, but this is one that sticks in my head to remind me that
a) my stay at home wife is a sexual bombshell
And
b) while setting up sneaky sex its still not ok to use literally, when you mean figuratively.
Hope you enjoy. Would love to hear any C/c. Happy to answer any questions.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cz85zs/bb_b_mf
You got a keeper in that one