It is a strange feeling to want, to need, to feel a hunger inside you that you know will never be filled. As I sat there, pretending to be enjoying myself, playing the part of the dutiful wife, all I can think about was having this man next to me use me. He was in fact my husband’s high school buddy. They had run into each other a few weeks ago and set up this double date thing. I had only met him one other time in passing years ago, but here I am, desiring him to touch me. Of course, he brought his perfect trophy wife, you know the type, blond, tan, perfectly put together. I leaned back, swirling the wine in my glass as I took in the bullshit that poured out of her mouth, she did love to talk about herself. This makes my mind wonder to their sex life. I can see her being very prude, only missionary, maybe a blowjob on his birthdays. This puts an image of this man jerking off now, I mean he must, right? I smiled at the thought, and he snapped me back to reality, “what’s the grin about?” laughing slightly. “Sorry, I was distracted.” My husband, obviously annoyed by my actions, snorts slightly, “I’m going back to the bar, do you need anything?” “No man, I’m good.” Just then his wife stands and excuses herself to the restroom. Taking a long drink of my wine, I sat back and turned my eyes to him. He was already looking at me, which caught me off guard. “You looked bored.” Laughing a little, “not bored, just have other things on my mind.” Moving slightly closer, “and what is on your mind?” his voice was darker, more seductive. I stared at him over my glass as I tipped it back. His eyes got darker; I could feel heat building inside me. The air between us became hot. “Fuck, the bar is busy” as my husband sat back down. I sat back up, moving closer to the table. I felt myself adjusting myself. The wife came back, and the conversation took off again. This time I was more involved, only to feel him out more, but that question was answered when I felt his hand touch my leg. I felt like I was shocked by electricity. He used his hand to pull my skirt up so he could feel my bare skin. Heat rolled through me, I felt myself throbbing now. I felt him pull away when the waitress brought our dinner out. Eating slowly, I tried to take him in more, watching his moves. The conversation went on, stories of the good old days, and the bad ideas they got into. I excused myself to the restroom. I made my way through the crowd. Stepping inside the restroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and checked my reflection. As I leaned forward into the mirror, I heard the door open, and I saw him stepping in. “What are you doing?” I turned in shock. Stepping up to me, grabbing the back of my neck he pulled me into him, crushing our mouths together. His other hand went to my ass, pulling my dress up so he can take hold of me. It felt like a bomb went off between us. He flipped me around, and wrapped his hand around my waist, I felt him removing his hard cock. I braced myself on the sink, one hand on the mirror as he thrusted deep inside me. I gasped out as he filled me. He moved in me hard, with power. “I want to make your scream.” As he thrusted into me. “I can’t scream, I can’t scream.” I struggled to say. “I want you to scream.” He commanded with an even harder thrust into me, reaching up he covered my mouth hard. Muffled scream of pleasure escaped my body as he fucked me harder, with urgency. I can hear him moaning, sounds of pleasure escaping his lips. Looking up at him in our reflection, his eyes burned into me. His body moved harder now; I felt the edge of the sink pressing into my waste. Too much more he will break me. Just when I didn’t think I could take much more, his body trembled as he emptied inside me. He removed his hand and pulled out of me, backing away giving me room to clean myself up. He reached over one more time and kissed me hard. Then left the restroom. It dawned on me, anyone could have walked in, and my cheeks became red. I finished up washing up and left the restroom. I saw my husband back at the bar, engaged in a conversation with other men. I made my way back to the table, they were talking about next day events, like nothing happened. I sat down and his wife said, “they have nice restrooms here, don’t you think?” as I took my wine and tipped the rest back. “Oh yea.”
Tag: Wife
My Favorite Realtor part 13 [M33/F28] [penetration] [handcuffs] [long] [oral]
As Kayli and I planned out the weekend that my wife would be gone, we knew that we wanted a night together and that I wanted a day with a Jennifer. Of course, that day with Jennifer would turn into a full night with her. But, as Kayli and I talked about what we would do with our night together, we started to realize that this might be the last time we did anything together. As much fun as we were having, we felt like we were growing too close to each other, and didn’t want anything to happen to our families. So, we decided to enjoy the night we had, and go out with a bang.
By the time I had dropped my family off at the airport and got back home that Friday, it was mid-afternoon. Kayli had been working me up all week, as I had to her, and I couldn’t wait for her to come over. When she finally texted that she was on her way, I started to think of all the things I wanted to do to her, starting as soon as she walked through the door, getting myself turned on. When she arrived, I watched from my living room window as she got out of her car. She had a couple plastic containers in her hands, most likely with food in them, a black duffel bag on her shoulder, and was wearing her typical black leggings and a gray tank top. Her black hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head, and I couldn’t want to pull on it while pounding her from behind.
New Babysitter [F19/M35][Mutual Masturbation][Voyeur][Orgasm]
Sharon was away two months for work, and I was left to deal with our toddler. Since I was also working full time, we frequently relied on babysitters. At this point, we had a decent rolodex of nannies to call, and this weekend I was getting some long-overdue time with the boys. Friday through Sunday we’d be hitting bars, going to the beach, working out, and eating. It was about the only thing I was looking forward to while my wife was away.
I had booked Celine, a lovely, heavy-set middle-aged woman to live here all weekend with Caleb, our toddler. She was kind, nurturing, commanded respect, and could cook like a champ. Her bill was well worth it.
The week leading up to Boys Weekend was dragging. I couldn’t stop thinking about Friday afternoon when I’d be free to party. I was also thinking about how much I missed Sharon. She’d been gone a little over a month and I was lonely. We made a great team raising Caleb, and I discovered how much I had taken physical contact for granted. Going a few days without ever being hugged someone is…strange. I missed it. Thank god for Caleb. We shared a lot of quality time when I got home from work and he made missing Sharon a little easier.
[MF] Married couple dabbling with anal play
My (M28) wife (F27) are getting into butt play for the first time. We both have a bit of an aversion to anal sex. It’s just something neither of us have been very interested in. She’s hasn’t been interested anything butt related. Despite not being into anal I would say I’m a bit more open to general butt play.
In the past, the most we’ve ever done has been pressing a long vibrator along her pussy and ass so there’s a light sensation on her butthole. But over several years we may have only done that a handful of times.
A week ago my wife came out of the shower and I immediately started going down on her. In the process of licking her I was taking long slow licks from bottom to top and I would start at the patch of skin between the vagina and butthole. Once or twice I accidentally caught her asshole with my lick and she let out a soft moan. Within a few minutes I was giving her first rim job! It lasted 10 minutes or show and she was super relaxed and enjoyed it.
[MF] My wife completely drained me this morning
First thing, early morning, I(42) was spooning her(41) and playing with her tits. I pressed my boner into her butt, and put her left leg over me. This made her legs spread enough so I could get my hand in her panties and fondle her pussy. I took her whole pussy in my hand and frigged her, moving her whole body. Alternating between frigging her pussy, entering her and toying her clit with three soaking wet fingers. I was about to cum from turning her on. When I couldn’t take it any more, I put her on her back, pulled her panties off and started fucking her. I always finish quick in the morning (I got a short video of this part because I’m a freak, and people always want to see my stories).
I rolled over and went back to sleep. When I opened my eyes, she had her head on the pillow, knees bent, ass in the air. International fuck me signal from any woman. I instinctively kneeled behind her, and explored her smooth soft body with my hands. I’m always ready to fuck, so I pulled her panties to the side and railed her from the back for a good long time with my second wind. I had to push her face in the pillow so her moans wouldn’t wake our son while I filled her pussy with more cum. Then I sent her to work.
I hope she thinks about me when she feels me dripping out of her while she’s cutting hair today
Wife’s Nudist Beach Awakening (Size does matter after all) Part (iii)
I laid down quickly, keen to remove my small cock from view, particularly from the gaze of the new object of my wife’s obsession. I laid on my back starting up at the sky, my mind racing. My wife was openly and brazenly aroused by another man. It was my worst nightmare. She probably wanted to suck his huge, thick cock. To feel it stretch her gorgeous pussy, filling it like my 5.5 inch erection never could. It was awful! How could she?! She wanted that huge pole inside her, those big balls slapping her ass until he filled her with his huge load. Wait…what the hell? I was horrified, so why was my dick absolutely rock hard?! Did it turn me on? Yes!! God help me, it did.
I covered my modest erect dick, glancing enviously at my new rival. Noting, with some shame, that he was substantially larger soft than me fully erect. I took a paperback from my bag and started to read, hoping to erase the image of my wife being fucked deep and hard, her big tits jiggling. Her moans of pleasure filling the room; moans I’d never heard. Louder, deeper, harder. Her climax ringing out. Again and again and again. His huge virile load oozing from her satiated pussy. NO!! Nonsense. She’d never do that to me. She didn’t care about size, had no interest in big dick studs. She told me so herself.
Wife’s Nudist Beach Awakening (Size does matter after all) Part (ii)
And so, filled with trepidation, I trailed along with her to the nudist beach close to our apartment. I noticed a spring in her step, a quickness of pace that was markedly different to her usual casual holiday stroll. Her tits jiggled in her skimpy vest top as she hurried along, and I began to wonder what I had let myself in for. As my anxiety grew, so I became further unmanned. I could feel my dick shrinking up in my shorts, just at the worst possible time.
Soon, we arrived to the crowded beach. She gasped audibly as the sea of naked people came into view. Naked flesh, shining under the beating sun, as far as the eye could see. Men and women, strolling along the seafront, sunbathing, playing frisbee, swimming. Tits. Asses. Pussies. Dicks. All on proud display.
My heart sank as I took a furtive glance around me. Just as I had suspected, every guy I could see had a bigger dick than me. My wife’s expression changed. Her eyes brightened, she licked her lips and straightened her hair as she too glanced around. She marched over to a clear space, laid down her towel and undressed. Completely. She quickly pulled off her top allowing her big firm tits to bounce free. Then, oh god, pulled off her shorts and panties, bending over slightly to show off her peachy ass as she did so. She was loving it! My wife was acting like a whore!
Wife’s Nudist Beach Awakening (Size does matter after all) Part (i)
On holiday in Croatia this summer, my wife and I did a lot of travelling. Boat trips, big cities, quaint villages, and a number of beaches. My wife has always been a sun worshipper, loving the sensation of lying on soft white sand, with the sun beating down on her curvaceous body.
Never shy of showing off her ample DD tits, she has always, where possible, bared them to be bronzed by the golden rays of the sun. And, I always suspect, to enjoy the sensation of her ample bosom being admired by the men, and perhaps many women, on the beach.
This year, though, we encountered her first nudist beach. I was nervous when she suggested we go, I must confess. Partly, I suppose, due to the diminutive size of my penis when flaccid. Boasting a mere 3 inches soft, I wasn’t eager to be surrounded by better endowed men, particularly in front of my wife, who would clearly see the difference between her husband and his more gifted brethren.
[MF] Do you want me to finish while I look at her?
My wife and I are experiencing a bit of a sexual renaissance. Been married a while, kids, life, ask that stressful stuff. But something about the last year has really helped us click.
Two things we’re exploring is her interest in free use (for me, not for the general public) and my interest in her latent interest in women. I’ve known it’s there buried deep below the pressures of being raised religious and I’m finally getting to watch it blossom. And boy howdy is it hot.
This past Sunday our two interests intersected while she’s riding cowgirl. She’s begging but I wouldn’t let her finish until we talked about some sexy stories she’s read. Then I told her to go to a subreddit I’ve approved for her browsing (r/sexygirls) and find a girl she finds hot, show it to me, and tell me why.
After she does I tell her she’s earned her orgasm and she can finish, to which she asks “Do you want me to finish while I look at her?”
Why yes, yes I do. So my wife orgasms while looking at this random Internet girl she thinks it’s sexy. All while I’m balls deep and she’s girating on my cock.
[M]y SIL(s) and Me Over the Years Part 2
Here’s the link to Part 1: [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s618q7/my_sils_and_me_over_the_years_part_1/)
Rihanna continued to spend more and more time at our place after taking up a foreign language course nearby. I would desperately look forward to days when my wife would be travelling on work or I could sneak in a work from home if she is around.
We would start getting stoned around 1030 in the morning or right after lunch if she is back from language class. She would be hanging loose in just a tee – her bra less boobs swaying to motion and upright nipples poking out. Giving me hazy eyes with unbearable expectations.
I would make an excuse of going to loo and change into a towel when am out. And it was my wife’s towel. Stopping short above my knees and just long enough for a tight single wrap. That means I couldn’t walk around without hiding my boner or sit down without exposing my balls or dick. But this is all I wanted. Sort of a payback for Rihanna’s shenanigans. Over 3-4 hours, couple of joints, may be a beer or two later, we would have exposed ourselves to each other many times over. Breath getting heavier and eyes hazier with each flash…she was a princess liberating herself…