My wife [f] and me [m] with my MIL downstairs

This is a reprise of a note I sent to a pen-pal early today. Thought I would share it … and no, it really has nothing to do with my MIL … we just had to be quiet (not sure how successful we were). Here goes:

So … the other night. It was really an incredible experience … and I am not sure why. No one part of it stands out as being epic or anything like that. In many ways it was a lot like countless other times we have fucked or made love. But somehow the connection the other night was … charged in a way it hadn’t been in a while.

Anyway, lemme set the scene. My MIL was staying with us — she had been watching the kids while we were in NY last week and stayed a day or two after we had returned. So she had our bedroom. My wife and I stayed in our attic/play room, where we have a queensized bed tucked away in a very cool gabled nook. It’s really just a mattress that fits in the nook, not a bedframe with a boxspring. So it’s a little lower. And the ceiling is about three feet above the bed. So there’s not a lot of room, but it’s a cool sleeping spot.

UPDATED: Emailed this to my wife this afternoon [MF]

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NOTE: This updates this post from two days ago (as promised) https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/85xiyc/emailed_this_to_my_wife_this_afternoon_mf/

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So after I sent my wife that email, naturally I was very curious as to what her reaction was. Strangely, she didn’t mention receiving it, almost acting as if she hadn’t seen it. It was a typical evening once I got home from work, dealing with kid craziness, getting them fed, bathed, ready for school, etc … it’s a sprint and we both can’t wait for them to be down for the evening. But as I mentioned, she never said anything to me or indicated she had received it, which I thought odd. But who knows, maybe she hadn’t checked her email since mid-afternoon. Whatever.

Anyway, I go to make sure the boys are down and the lights are off, and afterward I go downstairs to be greeted by my wife handing me a big glass of wine. She was dressed in a sporty, casual mom, running-around-in outfit — essentially a tennis skirt and a tight pullover, with her hair back in a ponytail. We have some couches that kinda face each other in the TV room and we sat in them, facing one another, to drink wine and catch up about the day. She sat there with her legs crossed, just relaxing.

Emailed this to my wife this afternoon [MF]

I sent the following email to my gal a short while ago, completely unsolicited. I haven’t heard back from her yet. I will report later what her reaction is.

Darling, here’s what I want you to think about — me kneeling between your legs on a king-sized bed. I am kissing my way up your legs, I kiss your knees, lick your thighs, gently caress your shapely legs with my lithe fingers … I kiss closer and closer as your legs spread wider for me and your hands tussle my hair. I can feel the heat radiating from your pussy as my face nears. Your musk and scent draw me closer, until my lips are imperceptibly close to yours. My hot breaths make you squirm and buck slightly.

A letter to an email friend [MF]

I have a friend I met through GWS with whom I occasionally correspond, sharing some of our adventures with each other. We send each other stories we think the other will enjoy. Here is one I sent her not long ago that she really, really liked. Let me know what you all think about it.

Dear ….

So, I had quite an adventure this weekend, and I figured I owed it to you to let you know the details ….

As I mentioned, my wife has been out of town traveling for work. And no, she’s not back yet. And yes, I am completely frustrated. So on Friday I said fuck it, I left work early, and hopped in the car to meet her. That meant a six hour drive to Little Rock, basically just to see her for one night. It was worth it.

Not letting lunch get in the way of a great fuck … [FM]

I was having a back-and-forth with another redditor about our respective recent sexytimes … she asked me to write up for her what happened this weekend. Figured I might as well share it with the GWS crowd as well. If you like it, PM me and let me know. Seriously, I want to hear from you.

So, this happened Saturday afternoon, on what was a really busy day. Lots of kids basketball games, holiday shopping, etc. Also my wife and I had a dinner hanging over our heads for that evening that neither of us really wanted to attend, but there would no getting out of it. The day was largely a beating, to be honest. Hardly any holiday cheer.

Anyway, we’d been out for awhile doing stuff and got home at about 2:30 and had to feed the kids a late lunch. Figured I’d throw some frozen pizzas in the oven for them, and while the oven heated up my wife went upstairs to get ready for the rest of the day and the dinner party — shower, do her hair, etc.

Have you ever fucked a stranger? [M]y story

Someone on Ask Reddit After Dark asked this question recently, and a light bulb went on in my head. So I wrote it up. Then it occurred to me it might be appreciated on GWS. Herewith is the reply I posted (link is at https://www.reddit.com/r/AskRedditAfterDark/comments/76or7q/have_you_ever_fucked_a_stranger/)

OK, I have got an answer to this very exact question!

Years ago (like 1998 or so) I was IMing very late in the evening with some chick on AOL — I know, I’m old! (was like 26 at the time) — and we discovered that, holy shit, not only were we NOT in different parts of the country, hundreds of miles from each other, we were practically in the same neighborhood. I mean, we were like three blocks away.

She was a divorced mom, a little older than I, and her kids were gone with their dad. The conversation had been pretty intense and intimate up to that point, and we had swapped a few photos (nothing racy though), and then she asked/typed, “Have you ever fucked a stranger?”

Had a big lump in my throat. The answer, truthfully, was no, and I told her.

“Do you want to?”

8 hr drive for an epic fuck [MF]

My wife is out of town for work, which has got me going out of my mind. I mentioned that fact in an ARAD post last week in which I noted that, given the situation, I was thinking about masturbating (see https://www.reddit.com/r/AskRedditAfterDark/comments/6nz3g3/so_i_m_am_thinking_about_masturbating/). That post actually invited several interesting direct messages from fellow redditors, and I have kept the conversation going with two of them.

In the end I didn’t end up jacking off that night … well, I did, but I didn’t cum. So I was still frustrated. Especially since my wife is on her work trip for at least two more weeks.

So on Friday i couldn’t take it much more and had to do something to address the situation.

I wrote the following note to these two gals earlier to let them know about my exploits in that regard. One suggested that I copy it here. Now why didn’t I think of that?!

Anyway, this is what I wrote them about this past Friday:

Had quite an adventure this weekend, and I figured I owed it to you to let you know the details ….

“I just need you to fuck me. Fuck me now. Just fuck me.” ~ A Valentine’s Day story [MF]

So, how was your Valentine’s Day?

I’ll tell you how mine went. It’s not the craziest or most exciting story anyone has ever told here on GWS – hell, it’s certainly not my craziest or most exciting – but it was still pretty good. And, unlike what I suspect of many of the stories here, it has the virtue of being true.

We’re not big V-Day people. She doesn’t want flowers or gifts (well, she does want them, but just not for Feb 14). She wants me to treat every day as Valentine’s Day, I guess you could say.

And though we didn’t have a cheesy romantic dinner or Poconos-type getaway planned, we do plan to mark the occasion properly each year. And that means getting back to the basics, as Waylon Jennings would put it. That’s our game plan, and it always leads to some serious sexy time.

With that in mind, I stopped off at the store yesterday on the way home from work and picked up a bottle of wine. When I walked in the door dinner was nearly ready. Flank steak, salad, a little wine blah blah blah …

Did I cheat on my GF? Will let you decide.

My gal and I have been together for several years. In that time, I have never cheated. While I will fantasize from time to time about other women – particularly past GFs – I am faithful to my gal and am very happy about it.

That said, I have been sorely, sorely tempted, and on one occasion I went to the brink and nearly hurtled over before pulling back. It’s an interesting story, and, frankly, a very sexy one … and while I didn’t cheat I can’t say I was covered in glory as a result of it. But it makes for an interesting tale, and I am happy to tell it here.

My job requires a lot of travel. Some might consider that glamorous, I consider it monotonous. I never have enough time in any locale to enjoy it or to explore, and I find travel to be enough of an exhausting grind that I rarely want to do anything too crazy. And by doing anything crazy, that’s usually nothing more than going to a baseball game solo or to a bar or club to have a few drinks while listening to music.

A helluva day for me [M] and my GF in the middle of a dry spell

My GF and I have been going through something of a dry spell of late. We've probably gone 6 weeks without sex — with two very notable exceptions, as I will detail — for a whole host of reasons: a combination of my work and travel, her work, her getting sick, her period, and a lot of other things has just shut the door on everything. What’s funny is that just as I was beginning to really be lamenting my state is when there was the slightest respite from this dry spell — though a temporary one.