Author: shm_with_ur_mom

[MF] I wanted to get a good night’s sleep, but instead we finally figured out how to love anal

My wife Rachel and I have been together for nearly 15 years, and our sex life has never stopped being adventurous. But even though we both thought it was hot, for whatever reason, anal never worked.

It certainly wasn’t for lack of trying. We read up on it, used toys, did lots of lubing and preparation, started off with hot baths and massages with scented oils, everything. It wasn’t the dynamic that didn’t work; we both were into the taboo nature and it played into our power exchange relationship. Dirty talk aside though, when it came to the act itself she couldn’t enjoy it. For Rachel it hurt, burned, and stung unpleasantly no matter what angle we tried or how much prep we did. Shortly after college, we mostly gave up.

Fast forward 10 years. We’ve gotten married, are now both over thirty, and not to put too fine a point on it, are both workaholics. So when we fall into bed on weeknights it’s usually for exhausted sleep. But not tonight.

Tonight, my wife is so horny that she can’t sleep. [I should have known](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v8o575/mf_the_many_different_ways_to_make_a_mess_on_her/). It’s that time of the month and two days in the cramps stop and the horniness begins. Read more »

[MF] When my wife got anxious, I sent her into subspace

Mental health problems suck, yo. My own relationship is no stranger to them on both sides, and no one should be afraid of managing issues with therapy and drugs if needed. Even then, sometimes you have to put in real work to love yourself.

Or, if you’re in a relationship, your partner can, too. Physically.

I’ve had many a year to recognize the signs of an anxious spiral in my wife. I can see the body negativity, the imposter syndrome, a certain set of the shoulders and conflicted expression… it’s gotten better as time has gone by, but it always hurts to see it when it happens. Of course you start with talk: make it easier for her to ask for her wants and needs, give her the positive perspective she can’t see, give her comfort and touch. But sometimes it’s not enough. When that happens, I could let it run its course and have the love of my life struggling with intrusive thoughts all day… or I could fuck her until she snaps out of it.

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I remember when it started. She was lying on our bed, telling me about how she felt fat and out of shape and undesirable, and no amount of gentle coaxing from me would change her mind. Read more »

[MF] The many different ways to make a mess on her period

Periods are usually terrible times. I don’t even get them, but after 13 years of living with my wife Rachel, I’ve learned to stockpile chocolate, ice cream, and Advil on a monthly basis.

On the first day begin the complaints about bloat and constipation.

On the second day the trusty painkillers are needed for the cramps before even getting out of bed.

On the third day, the hormones start kicking in… and there’s kind of a bright side?

I’m not sure how it works with other women, but for whatever reason the first hormone pill on her cycle has always made my wife extremely horny. Something clicks inside and suddenly she can’t keep her hands off of me – and apparently, orgasms help with the cramps.

In the spring of ’09, like clockwork, I would be late to my orchestra rehearsals every fourth week. This was because class ended at 6, orchestra warmed up at 7:15, and in between Rebecca would throw herself at me until she had my cum in her mouth. I can’t really cum from blowjobs easily and usually her intense, focused style makes me want to pull her up by the hair and start fucking her within a minute or two. But Rachel took full advantage of her relatively messy state down below to reverse the power dynamic. With my weak protestations falling on deaf ears and a wicked grin on her face, she always managed to make me do a hasty weak-kneed shuffle back to campus. Read more »

[MF] Abstinence Cat, Part II: Pinch!

Years ago, I had a cat named Ketchup, who despite his many idiosyncrasies and chronic health problems was just the sweetest cat. This is part 2 of the story of how for a little while, but still far too long, he managed to make my sex life really, really weird.

Ketchup macfluff, the wall-eyed wally, the ginger ninja, was the sweetest cat. One year he lost most of his canines and had to go on a diet. Shortly after, he started acting mostly normally, and his diet started. Formerly free-feeding Ketchup was not pleased. Part I describes what happened when we tried to get intimate at night. This is what happened to our former habit of lazy morning sex.

After the incident with the water bowl, we’d tried closing the bedroom doors at night. As it turns out, Ketchup had a proprietary attitude about access to all the rooms in the apartment (to be fair, it was less than 400 square feet) and has also grokked the concept of doorknobs. So after one sleepless night of near-constant rattling and occasional swearing, we’d let him in and tried not to think about the water lapping noises and my wife’s (heh) pussy at the same time. Read more »

[MF] Abstinence cat, Part I, or how I couldn’t look my wife in the eye for a night

Years ago, I had a cat named Ketchup, who despite his many idiosyncrasies and chronic health problems was just the sweetest cat. This is the story of how for a little while, but still far too long, he managed to make my sex life really, really weird.

My wife and I have been together since college and I’m still in love and in lust with her. We’re not melting each other’s brains every night like we did when we were teenagers, but we still have sex a few times a week: slow and romantic sex, fingering her over the kitchen sink, sleepy morning sex, quickies before we leave for work, fun nights of bondage and domination, forced orgasms, wake-up sex in the middle of the night, and even some cnc scenes.

This is not about those things. This is about what happened when Ketchup lost his teeth and had to go on a diet.

In true gwstories fashion, I will now describe the major player. Player, singular, because keep in mind, this is a cat story. Ketchup was big-boned, exceptionally fluffy, and had tabby stripes the color of peaches and cream. When he scrunched his neck into his shoulders he looked like an Elizabethan gentleman wearing a ruff. He had a loud purr interspersed with coos like a pigeon, was deviously smart when he needed to be, and was also just a little bit wall-eyed. Read more »

[MF] Getting topped by my normally submissive wife [gentle femdom]

For me, being a dom is a lot of responsibility. Power exchange is a hell of a rush, but it also means that I’m the one looking out for my partner’s pleasure, comfort, and safety. It doesn’t even matter if we do something that isn’t a bdsm scene, even our more vanilla moments (which far outweigh anything more elaborate) see me taking control and focusing on satisfying her needs first. Most of the time, I get far more out of her pleasure and the feeling of power and possession than my own orgasm.

Matter of fact if you read my first story, you’ll know that a lot of the time I don’t even set out to cum. Like I said, power exchange is a hell of a rush.

But everyone has limits, and there will always be a time where I find myself unable to take that responsibility and give so much – and on those rare days I’ve been blessed with a partner that can take care of my needs too. Read more »

[MF] Making things special in our quarantine vacation getaway [BDSM]

After months of being isolated in the same house as me without being able to work, my wife was basically crawling up the walls. Around September of last year, as things were opening up a tiny bit, she decided that she’d had enough and booked us a spontaneous weekend vacation to an AirBnB in the forested lake country in the northern part of our state. While I didn’t see what difference it would make if we were stuck in a cabin taking masked hikes around a lake versus being stuck in our condo taking masked hikes around the neighborhood, she assured me that it would help the weekend be special and relaxing for her.

I’m pretty much a homebody and would have been just as happy with a staycation, but I figured if we were going to spend the money and take a long drive for her sanity, I might as well make the most of it for her. As the date approached, I spent a lot of time on Google Maps picking out all of her favorites: ice cream places, BBQ joints, cheese shops and smokehouses, bookstores, and yarn stores to hit around the area… And I dug into our closet and packed a few other special things. Read more »

[MF] Wife told me she had a rape fantasy, so I gave her what she wanted right then and there [CNC]

It was a pretty average morning, if anything about the plague year could be said to be average. We were a month into isolating. Quarantine for me makes little difference either way, so I was working, but my other half had very little to do. One way or another, she had to pass the time, and with so much idle time things can get pretty experimental pretty quickly.

I got up early that day because I had meetings with European colleagues, which ended in less time than expected. I got down to work hashing out interminable progress reports to my boss, but was interrupted by my wife walking into the room in her sleepwear and closing the door with a very specific expression on her face.

We’ve been together since college, and I know that face. It’s the same one she wore when she found out that her loud sex had driven her ex from the dorm lounge. The same one she wore after she decided to practice one of her lines from the Vagina Monologues while riding me cowgirl (“the Irish Catholic moan”) after an innocent girl on her floor knocked on her door to ask if she was “practicing.” The very same expression she wore the day after she came out to me as bi and sat on her friend’s face in front of me. It’s a look of mortification and arousal competing for dominance, with just a dash of surprise at her own daring. Read more »

[MF] She came early, often, and easily, and didn’t want to stop

We met at a wine bar in Westchester outside of where work had sent me, with enough conversation and music in the background to be private but not loud enough to stop us from talking. The scent of her tasteful perfume – and every man’s and half the women’s gazes – followed in her wake. Even though we’d been texting all week and I thought I knew what to expect, what I saw blew me away. I took her in all at once – long chestnut brown hair, lbd cut just above her knees accentuating her slim waist and small breasts, black velvet choker with a pearl drawing the eye to her pale skin and elegant neck, silver earrings and smokey eye makeup framing an impish smile. She glides to my table.

I can see she’d been paying attention to all the turn ons we’d shared that week, because she’s just managed to hit all of them at once. It’s a hell of a way to start my first public appearance since getting vaccinated. It’s even better to do it with company like this. Read more »