Tag: Wife

[M/F] [incest] [str8 sex] [breeding] The limbo of thoughts (Part 3)

*Follow-up to https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/aowf6r/mf_incest_masturbation_the_limbo_of_thoughts_part/*

She spoke first. “Do we have to talk about it?”. It was morning now. The night had given way to yet another warm sunny day. And the lust had given way to the shame. “No”, “not unless you want to” I said.

What words could we say? I was ready to explain, even though I had no explanation. But I wasn’t about to make her say or do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. She wasn’t at fault. If anything, I was the one who should have known better.

We hardly saw each other after that. I cleaned the house. My wife was coming back home the next day. “Sometime after lunch” she said. I wanted her to find a nice cozy home. It was sullied on the inside. But she wasn’t going to find out. The walls, the countertops, the table, everything would look immaculate, as if to compensate for the sin that had transpired.

That evening, after dinner, I was sorting old paperwork, shredding bank records long past their useful life, when Lisa knocked at the door. She was ready to talk, she said. She had spent the entire day collecting her thoughts. And now she wanted to discuss them. Read more »

Marriage is so much fun [MF]

This is inspired from another post about an Indian couple I saw today. I felt like I needed to get my woman’s story out too. Our marriage was a typical arranged marriage in India. Our families met and liked each other. We courted for 6 months and were very excited about getting married. She was this amazing lady. Way beyond my league. Long black wavy hair, Tall, Curvy, athletic, articulate & very polite with relatives and friends. An ideal Indian wife. I always felt that a girl as gorgeous as her could not have had no boyfriends. During courtship she never admitted to it though.

So fast forward to the night of our marriage. I was a virgin till that day. While I did hook up with 2 girls before, PIV or blowjobs never happened. My wife was beyond my wildest imagination. She was an expert at pushing the right buttons. I was moaning more than her. Here are the main points that made me doubt her virginity claim

– She gave an amazing blowjob. You can’t be that good first time

– She lead me to lick her pussy first. She probably knew I wouldn’t last long Read more »

[M/F] [incest] [masturbation] The limbo of thoughts (Part 2)

*This is the follow-up to https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/aob3zc/mf_incest_masturbation_the_limbo_of_thoughts_part/ and, once again, a brain dump of my thoughts (but see below for credits :-)*

“Hi” I said, my voice trembling with anticipation.

“Hi dad”, not a hint in hers. She barely even turned around. She was washing a cup. I think I mentioned that before.

Anyway, it was as anticlimactic as one could imagine. She said she would be out most of the day. I tried my best to act normal. Or however normal one can act after doing what I had done previous night.

Do I want some coffee? Yes please.

I could have sat there drinking coffee all day. It’s not like I had much else to do. I mostly liked to keep myself busy around the house.

I had moved out of my small hometown, looking for luck and success out west. And I had found small amounts of both. Read more »

Couple from out of town [MFM] – Part 2

Here is part 1 [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/72nhlj/couple_from_out_of_town_mfm/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/72nhlj/couple_from_out_of_town_mfm/)

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Going to have to get back in the grove of that evening, it has been a while now but I received a request to finish up the story so here I go…

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So last we chatted, she had just slid her tight wet pussy onto my rock hard cock and was working it back and forth as he laid on the bed and stroked to the site of his wife’s work. She was nice and thick and I took liberty grabbing onto those big beautiful hips and helping her sway as she took me deeper and deeper. This also meant she had amazing tits bouncing directly in front of my face so I popped one in my mouth and nibbled slightly as I sucked. She clearly found this most enjoyable as she reached back and fondled my balls. She rode me like this for a while and we made out. I think he snapped a few pictures (I never got any copies). Soon her attention shifted back to him and we made our way off the couch back to the bed.

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A Rude Awakening [MF]

It’s Saturday morning, the start of a brand new weekend and I’m indulging in a lie-in. I’ve been waiting for this for days having turned off my alarm on Friday night with smug, silent satisfaction.

I feel my husband moving next to me, already awake but quiet, letting me sleep. I roll over without opening my eyes, wrapping myself up in the warm duvet and settling into position for further blissful dozing. I pick up on a change in his breathing – is it tension? Maybe he’s just being careful not to wake me or really into whatever book he’s reading. I slip back into my own little dreamworld.

I’m brought to again by the soft warmth of his body pressed against my back and his arm wrapped around me. Still far more asleep than I am awake, I back up to snuggle into him on auto-pilot. God, this is nice. I love having a snooze in his arms, wrapped up and safe. His hand slides up under my top as it often does when we sleep so that we can be closer, skin on skin. Read more »

Mistress Alice And Her Wonderland

I saw there were loads of online photos of Mistresses who appear to be devil-worshippers. You could tell because they make the sign. They wouldn’t get me! Waiting for a whole lifetime was nothing compared to waiting in Hell for an Eternity. Any Mistress who thought I didn’t fear God’s Judgment more than hers was simply mistaken. Luckily for me I knew a woman (Mistress Alice) who would be my Mistress without damning my soul. She may have used me for my love, my pension and my bank account, but she would never seek to steal my soul. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. Privately I tell myself she really does mean to come back right into the middle of my life from wherever she is. After all she keeps saying she will.

In the meantime, I just want a female to be my Man. I want her to own me like a Man owns his Wife in other cultures. I want a reversal of that. That shouldn’t be too much to hope for in contemporary Western culture, should it? Her female domination would be complete apart from forcing me to do sexual acts with other males. I couldn’t imagine ever meeting someone who’d appreciate me. It looked like you had to spend money just to meet the Mistress of your dreams. Read more »

My wife asked me to dominate her. [MF]

*To fully appreciate this night, I wanted to include some background on my beautiful wife. Feel free to skip to the sexy part if you aren’t interested.*

My wife and I met in college. We met at a birthday party of a mutual friend and I instantly fell hard for her. She was beautiful, funny, smart, and the kindest person I’d ever met. She was a 20 year old virgin who only had 2 real previous boyfriends. We began dating and it took a long time for her to open up to me. Her first boyfriend came out as gay which really mind fucked her. Her second boyfriend was verbally and emotionally abusive and had convinced her that even at a size 0…she was “chubby”.

It took months for us to become intimate and after almost a year, she wanted me to take her virginity. Our sex life was good, although she never reached orgasm. It wasn’t until we were married and after the birth of our first child, that she really wanted to focus on her sexuality. She was finally a healthy weight and was more confident. With the help of my fingers, kisses, and a magic wand…she finally let herself go and had an amazing first orgasm. It took 25 years, but it was worth the wait. She became hooked and wanted to explore everything. She began exploring her body and learned she can squirt, she loves anal, and is very submissive in bed. Read more »

[F/M] Pissing in the open (My first golden shower pt. III) – Just a story

After a day of yellow action at home, my girlfriend and I decided to head out. In the fresh air, grab some lunch and spent a nice “we are fresh in love” time. What basically means, annoying others with our presence. Show off how we were in love with each other. And maybe something nice, wet and kinky.

The day, a Sunday, kicked off not too early. Despite awake, my girlfriend and I laid in bed together for a while. Just cuddled together. Had sex. My morning wood needed therapy. Had to be brought down. She helped me. Played with my dick. Rubbed him. Gently. Then faster. Until I was near the final. She stopped. Forbade me to touch myself. Kissed me passionate while doing so.

A few seconds later she was on the top. Cleaning my face with her pussy juice. Forced me to eat her hairy cunt. No golden juice, everywhere, but not in bed. It is the clean sanctuary. Until today. She rubbed herself, with the help of my tongue and face, until she had an orgasm. Then she left. I pointed down to my erection. She put on her “I am sorry for you face”. Turned around and left to fix us some breakfast. Horny as I was, I began to jerk of. A loud, commanding female voice came out the kitchen: “No jerking off. Never ever touch yourself again without my permission. Come over. With a raging hard boner between your legs.” Read more »

[F/M] Pissing in the open (My first golden shower pt. III) – Just a story

After a day of yellow action at home, my girlfriend and I decided to head out. In the fresh air, grab some lunch and spent a nice “we are fresh in love” time. What basically means, annoying others with our presence. Show off how we were in love with each other. And maybe something nice, wet and kinky.

The day, a Sunday, kicked off not too early. Despite awake, my girlfriend and I laid in bed together for a while. Just cuddled together. Had sex. My morning wood needed therapy. Had to be brought down. She helped me. Played with my dick. Rubbed him. Gently. Then faster. Until I was near the final. She stopped. Forbade me to touch myself. Kissed me passionate while doing so.

A few seconds later she was on the top. Cleaning my face with her pussy juice. Forced me to eat her hairy cunt. No golden juice, everywhere, but not in bed. It is the clean sanctuary. Until today. She rubbed herself, with the help of my tongue and face, until she had an orgasm. Then she left. I pointed down to my erection. She put on her “I am sorry for you face”. Turned around and left to fix us some breakfast. Horny as I was, I began to jerk of. A loud, commanding female voice came out the kitchen: “No jerking off. Never ever touch yourself again without my permission. Come over. With a raging hard boner between your legs.” Read more »

My wife’s high school reunion [M][F][bondage][public]

This happened probably 15 years ago.

I hate reunions. I didn’t attend my 10-year reunion, my 20-year reunion, my 25-year reunion, or the reunion of my college graduating class. I haven’t been to homecoming since I graduated college. My line of thought is that if we were close enough friends during the time, we’d still be in contact now … I have no desire to go into a room with people with whom I got along with marginally at best and re-live the “good old days” like it was an episode of a sitcom.

But here I was …at a reunion. My wife’s 20-year reunion.

I’m three years older than my wife, which created an issue in high school. As I looked around, I noted that everyone in the room would have been a freshman while I was a senior, which explained why I knew no one here except for the people who had been in the band (one of the few places where upper and lower classmen mingled). My wife, social butterfly that she is, had flitted off to re-introduce herself to someone. I stood off to the side nursing my third Crown on the rocks, listening to the DJ play music that was popular in the early 80’s and sincerely wishing I were somewhere … anywhere … else. I could think of a number of things I would have preferred to be doing. Several options leapt to mind. Having a wisdom tooth extracted, for example. Perhaps a vasectomy without anesthesia. Maybe an Oliver Stone movie marathon. Read more »