I miss her, but she was too wild (part 5) [MF][LONG]

This will be the final chapter in this saga. Sorry it took so long to post, but I got caught up in another thing for a while.

As I have said before, enjoy the story, but for full context, read parts 1 through 4 before this one.

After Anna went back to her city, her spell on me seemed to fade quickly. I was always able to see her for what she was; but only so long as she wasn’t using her feminine wiles to sway me. Her power was very simple: she had the best pussy in the world. But if she couldn’t use that on a man, she had no power.

I was a thousand miles away from her, and I wanted to keep it that way. She was toxic.

We talked fairly often, engaging in some phone sex and dirty chat at least once a week. But it never went beyond that and I never encouraged talk of a reunion. Two weeks after she had left, she texted me out of the blue:

JUST GOT MY PERIOD. NOT PREGNANT. ?

I felt two things:

Trying to turn my wife into a cum dump. For other men [MFM] [LONG]

Angst. That’s truly the only way I can describe the feeling. The feeling that consumed me when I watched my wife give herself to another man. Of course, I wanted it; I set it up; I orchestrated it. So I couldn’t be mad. But it was intense all the same.

Ella had taken to it much easier and with much more enthusiasm than I ever imagined she might. This also tortured me, but thrilled me at the same time. The thought that she had wanted this all along…the fact that she enjoyed Steve’s cock as much as she did…that she encouraged him to cum inside her, when we hadn’t even discussed such boundaries. It was all so crazy! What am I even doing?

The next morning was surreal. I woke early (I’m an early riser by nature), and recalled last night’s festivities immediately. The high of it all had tapered off and I was left with pangs of jealousy, regret, anguish. Ella was still soundly asleep, and I didn’t want to wake her. I imagine she needed the rest after our wild night. During the night, the blanket had slid down her body, and I could see the soft curve of her ass. God she was beautiful. And sexy. Achingly sexy.

Trying to turn my wife into a cum dump. For other men [MMF] [LONG]

Guess I should introduce myself. My name is Jacob, and I’m 33 years old. I’m married to the love of my life, Ella, who just turned 28. I’d always been fairly vanilla when it came to sex, up until about three years ago. Ever since becoming sexually active, I was aware of one particular kink that stuck with me: impregnation fantasies. Pretty much any variation of that drives me crazy, although for about ten years I *only* fantasized about impregnating my own girlfriend or wife.

Ella is also fairly vanilla, and seems happy with semi-rough sex, dirty talk, varying positions, and she indulges my impregnation fantasies both IRL and pretending (we have one child together as a result of our games). We are also on the cusp of trying anal, and she’s pretty much starting to ask me for it. She always tells me she’d “do anything to satisfy me sexually”. Sometimes I wonder what her version of “anything” means.

For the past year, I’ve been turned on to the idea of sharing her with another man. Sometimes after I’ve come down from this fantasy (after cumming of course), I wonder what in the fuck I’m even thinking. How could I ever share my wife with someone else!? But then it creeps back and gets me hard again!

I miss her, but she was too wild (Part 4) [LONG] [MF]

Apologies for formatting and spelling, I typed this up in another program and it didn’t copy well.

This will be part 4 to my saga. Before or after reading, I encourage you to read part 1 through 3 to get the necessary context. Once again, this is a true story and all events within the story actually happened. The dialogue isn’t exact, but it’s as close as my memory of our verbal filth can take me. They weigh heavily on me, and I am mostly doing this as an outlet for all the pent up emotions that I’ve stored away for years. I also enjoy remembering some of the good times as well, so it’s not all bad.

After reconnecting with Anna, I was riding a high that simply could not be matched. I was on cloud nine. This girl buzzed every fiber of my being, and I was soaking it up like it was my last day on earth. After our first night together, we spent the next three days doing everything together. We fucked constantly, anywhere and everywhere we could manage. It was dirty, raw, and passionate. I was hooked from the first moment I got inside her again.

I (m)iss her, but she was too wild Part 4 [MF] [LONG]

This will serve as part 3 of my story, and again, to full appreciate what happens in this chapter, and to have a mental picture of the both of us, I encourage you to read parts 1 and 2 before you read this one. Also, to aid in the telling of this story, I’m going to give her a name; I’ll refer to her as Anna (closest thing to her actual name without giving it away). This is a true story about a fling I had when I was 21 and she was 23, which turned into much, much more than a fling.

**Note**: A large part of my process is to include back story, and lots of detail, to provide the necessary context and build-up to what happens when she and I meet up. If you have no need for that, then please skip to the paragraph that says “**sex starts here**”. If you like hearing the whole story, please just sit back and enjoy from start to finish.

I (M)iss her, but she was too wild [MF] part 2 [LONG]

I (M)iss her, but she was too wild [MF] part 2 [LONG]

This will be the second part of my story, and to have the necessary context, I strongly encourage you to read part 1 (see my post history as I’m not sure how to link stories yet). Again, this is an accurate account (minus some telling details) of something that actually happened to me 12 years ago. To give you all a more clear mental picture of she and I, I was (at the time) about 155 pounds, very athletic, with short light brown hair. She was a petite girl, roughly 100 pounds, dark brown hair all the way down to her ass, small perky tits, and an ass that made me think I was in love. I didn’t have any tattoos or piercings at the time, but she had plenty of both, well hidden by her clothes.

I miss her, but she was too wild [MF]

This is a true story, and amongst all the wild and outrageous stories on this sub, I imagine it’s going to seem rather tame. Sometimes I think half the stories posted here are fake, however, I still enjoy the heck out of them anyway! But, this one actually happened to me.

I (M) was 21 when it all started, and I am 33 now. If I had known how it would all end, would I still have gone through with it? I’m not sure. But it was one hell of a ride, and I often find myself reflecting on it. I was newly in the military, and posted to a base in a major city. There was a lot to do, and I made some good friends quickly, spending mostly every waking moment with them. We often went out for lunch breaks together, and we frequented this one place in particular (I won’t include the name of the place, on the off chance someone recognizes this story and links me to it). This incredibly cute brunette girl worked there, and every time I walked in, she would shoot me these flirtatious glances. She was sexy, petite (around 100 pounds maybe), and she had the sweetest little ass I’d ever seen.