Author: Publius2015

In The Shower [MF]

This just happened a few hours ago.

I am weirdly energetic in the afterglow, so I thought I would share.

My wife and I shared a very stressful last week of the holuday season. Lots of travel, lots of passive-aggressive, dysfunctional in-laws, lots of tears.

So, we seized advantage of a slow resumption of post-holiday business and “use or lose” vacation time. After the kids headed off to school, we lounged around, then hit the gym.

Before we even left the house, I knew that I wanted to fuck my wife’s brains out after we got back. She looked hot (5’4″, 130, 36 D, long, wavy brown hair, piercing and expressive blue eyes) in her workout outfit. I wanted to see her out of it ;-)

I attacked her on the way back to the front door after returning from the gym. As I kissed her and wrapped my arms around her, she half-complained, “But I’m all sweaty and gross!” I spun her around, smacked her pert ass, and said in a growl, “Well, then you should go hop in the shower!”

She walked to the master suite, stripping as she went. I followed close behind. Read more »

Lily, Part 1: Amazing E-Mail Leads to Smoking Sex [MF]

This happened last week.

“I know I am not supposed to contact you like this…” Lily’s e-mail began.

Lily was hot. 5’6″, maybe 130 lbs, a lot of that in her breasts and ass. Long, brown hair, long legs, expressive eyes, and best of all, a magnetic personality I found irresistible.

I had wanted her from the day I had met her at work, and there was mutual chemistry and sexual tension between us from the start.

Lily was also married, to a controlling asshole who didn’t realize or care what he had.

Still, I had held back for two years before we finally gave in to our mutual desires. The sex was off the charts, but we both agreed it was a one time thing.

Until that email.

“I think about that night all the time. That sex, our sex, was amazing. I think about how your cock felt beneath my fingertups. How hard and hot it felt. How I traced every ridge, every vein, how I felt it pulse as I stroked it. Read more »

From “Oh. Oh, Oh,” to “Owww, Owww, Owww!” [MF]

This happened many years ago during my collegiate years.

It was a Friday night. I was still a nerd, and thus already in bed at midnight when my playboy roommate rolled in with his latest conquest. He by this time had a rotating cast of at least 3 co-eds who he banged regularly. Tonight it was Ginny — the only one I liked.

They rolled in drunk and high. I was in bed but not yet asleep, and I could smell the booze and pot wafting off of them.

It took only seconds before the sounds of clothes being shucked and sloppy kisses being delivered reached my ears. Then came the bounce and shudder as Ginny and my roommate collapsed in a heap on the lower bunk of our bunk bed. After some tussling and moaning came Ginny’s pleading voice quavering, begging, “Fuck me, fuck me!”

He didn’t have to be asked three times, and the bed began to shake under me as he pounded into Ginny. The wet smacking sound of him plowing into her soaked pussy hit my ears and made me jealous, as did soon the sound of Ginny crying out, “Oh, Oh, Oh. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!” Read more »

Welcoming Home My Wife, Part Two: An Unexpected Confession [MF] (spanking, sex)

[Part 1 Here] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/welcoming_home_my_wife_mf)

For probably 20 or 30 minutes after our first passionate welcome-home fuck, we laid in blissful exhaustion, tangled up in each other and the sheets. I absentmindedly traced patterns on her skin with my fingertips. I loved the feeling of her skin, so soft and smooth, under my fingers. Simply being in her presence and letting my fingers gently fly across her skin in swirls and arcs and circles was one of the great, simple Joy’s of my life.

She laid quietly, I thought enjoying the post-coital glow of being freshly fucked.

But then she rolled up on her side and looked into my eyes. Her piercingly blue eyes looked particularly intense. “I have to tell you something,” she began. I replied with a quick and easy, “OK!”

“When I am on these long work trips, it is very lonely. Every night, once I leave the office, I am by myself — at dinner, at the hotel, wherever I am, it is just me.” Read more »

Welcoming Home My Wife [MF]

My wife has been travelling extensively for a work assignment for the past three months. She is typically gone all week, home for a couple of days, then gone again. Sometimes, like now, it is multiple weeks between visits home. It marks the most distance between us, for the longest periods of time, in our marriage. Needless to say, there is often a lot of pent-up passion when she returns, however briefly she is home.

She ended one of her travel stints Thursday night. This is the story of how I welcomed her home.

I woke Friday morning intent on clearing the path (and the house) for a day filled with welcome home sex. My wife had arrived home late Thursday night, cuddled with the kids, and passed out. Friday, I got them each off to their day camps. My wife and I both needed an adult day. I had taken the day off to make it happen.

While the kids waited in the car, I walked back into the bedroom, leaned over and kissed my wife, whispering, ‘We are about to have the house to ourselves all day.” Read more »

In The Car, Then In The Apartment [MF]

My wife and I share high libidos, and an attraction to each other that has stood the test of time. I am 5’11”, muscular build, brown hair and eyes. She is 5’4″, 125 lbs, Pilates and gym fit, chestnut brown hair, striking blue eyes, and curves in every right place. This is one of our stories.

We were in our late 20s, attending a friend’s housewarming party. We had been talking in separate groups of people.

She walked up behind me, wrapped an arm around me, leaned up into me, and whispered, “This is boring. Take me home and fuck me.”

I didn’t need further encouragement. We said our goodbyes, and she led us out of the house. She was wearing a blue babydoll dress that clung to her in all the right places. I could make out the curve of her ass and the outline of string bikini panties that hugged it.

I was hard within seconds.

I slapped her playfully on the butt, and we hopped in the car for the 25 minute drive home. Read more »

I Just Fucked My Wife [MF]

As I swirled my tongue around her erect nipple, I noticed she was anxiously rubbing her thighs together. That was my cue ….

Rewind a few minutes….

It’s a Tuesday in Casa De Publius, a weekday filled with annual curriculum testing for the kids, work stress for the adults, and a double ear infection for the dog. Not the most promising foundation for good times of the sexual kind.

But…my wife is hot. She’s 5’4″, 125 lbs, Irish, sparkling blue eyes, radiant brown hair that flows halfway down her back, perky 36D breasts, and an ass that is increasingly shapely. After birthing two children and enduring all the normal stresses brought on by aging and parenting, she has turned into a Pilates fiend. She is in her 40s but looks like she did when she was 27. I cannot get enough.

Earlier today, thinking of her while at work, I texted her: “I want to trace every contour of your body with my fingertips, my lips, and my tongue.”

She wrote back quickly. “It sounds like we should put the kids to bed early.” Read more »

Starting the Summer With A Bang [MF]

It was the last day of high school on our air base for my girlfriend, while I had finished my freshman year of college and was home for the summer. We had remained together and faithful all year long, though I was thousands of miles away. It was time for months’ worth of pent-up sexual desire to explode.

I met her at school and hung out with her and her friends for a half day worth of “class”. Then it was on.

As the last bell rang, she grabbed my hand, stood up on her toes, and whispered into my ear, “My house will be empty until at least 6.” I looked into her sparkling green eyes, and they burned with desire. I didn’t need to be told twice.

We veritably sprinted to my car, hopped in, and hit the Autobah as quickly as we could. I floored the pedal, and we pulled into the driveway in her village a few minutes later.

As soon as we closed the front door behind us, we ignited. Mouths open, tongues battling, we kissed hard, passion driving us. Our bodies pressed hard into each other as breathy moans escaped us both. Read more »

Spanking and Fucking Her Through the Process [MF]

She was there before me, bent at the waist, stretched out over the end of the bed, her naked, reddened bottom awaiting the next step.

It was time. I took my cock in hand, stepped forward, and pushed slowly into her. She picked up her head and moaned. “Ohhhh, fucccckkk….”

*****3 hours earlier******

It was 3:30 PM on a rainy, slow Tuesday. I heard my phone vibrate on my desk and picked it up to see a text from my wife.

“Have been a raging bitch all day.”

“How so?” I replied.

“Irritable.”

“Snapping at everyone.”

“Made assistant cry.”

My wife is an executive for one of the largest aerospace and defense firms in the world. Sometimes the stress piles on, she blows a gasket, and needs to be reset.

I typed: “Be hone 6pm sharp. Tardiness will not be tolerated.”

A gloomy, quiet, boring day suddenly buzzed with excitement. I raced through my remaining work, packed up, and headed home.

6 PM came and went with no sign of my wife. Finally, at 6:20, her headlights announced her arrival. I contemplated how to handle her tardiness. Read more »

Fucking in the Office Rooftop Bathroom [MF]

Before we were married, my Irish spitfire of a wife and I were two dating, horny 20-somethings who fucked everywhere and anytime we could. This is one of our stories.

I was heads-down working late on a project at the office when I heard my cell phone buzz. “Still working?” the text from my girlfriend asked.

I replied yes, and then she sent, “Shame to waste this outfit. I look pretty hot…and I have fantasized about fucking you all day.

And I am still next door.”

We worked at office buildings next door to each other. It was how we had met. Now I was totally distracted, My mind raced.

“Give me 5 minutes,” I wrote back.

I speed-walked through our office to the elevator. The office was deserted. I rode the elevator to the top floor it could reach– the rooftop deck, which included a large bathroom with a door that locked. The rooftop was empty. It was a Tuesday, so a little early in the week for a rooftop gathering. By Thursday or Friday, the roof would have been jam-packed. We were only a half block from the White House, and the view was pretty spectacular. Read more »