One from my(f) spank bank... | 2016

Well, like I said in my last post, I’m in a fairly vanilla marriage. It’s not that we don’t have sex or that the sex isn’t good, it’s just that it’s become so routine. My husband is very reserved, very concerned about his image, and very judgmental. I am his opposite: playful, open, curious. When we met, he was drawn to my somewhat childlike adventurousness and freedom, and I was drawn to his refined seriousness. This little subreddit has become my one and only secret from him. Please tell me if these long stories bore you…

This is a story of our first time (and my first time ever). I was 19 and he was 25. He was so polite. He opened my car door, paid for every meal, walked so he was always a buffer between me and the street – a real gentleman. I was still a virgin, but I was sex obsessed. I knew he was going to be the one, and by the second date I also knew I was going to have to be aggressive. He was so polite he would never make a move on his own – “Can I kiss you? Is it all right if put my hand here?” It was sweet, but my tight 19 year old body was ready to be taken!

Our third date was a sunset walk on the beach to wait for the full moon, then we drove back to his house in his ’79 Nova he was restoring (this was in 2009, I’m not ancient!). Man, I loved that car. The engine made this deep rumbling that vibrated the entire seat – bench seats with no seatbelts. I’m sure you can guess the kind of fun that went on in there, but I digress. We get to his house and he put on a movie. I was tingling all over from the car ride and the expectation that tonight was the night. We kissed a little, but then he would stop and swallow hard. Nervous I guess. My mischievous side started to flare and I decided it was time to play a game. I grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over his head. “Count to twenty and come find me!” I laughed and ran to the edge of the room. “It’s hide and seek, no peeking!” He sighed, he must have thought I was insane, but he started counting, and I very quietly unzipped my jeans and slid them to the floor. I walked three steps down the dark hallway and dropped my shirt. Another four steps to the stairs and tossed my bra. Halfway up the stairs I dropped my panties, and then let myself into his bedroom. He was almost done counting and I started to panic. Well, now what? I grabbed one of his work shirts and buttoned a single button right in between my tits then climbed onto the bed on my knees to wait.

He stood in the door frame, “What are you doing?”
“Come here,” I practically sang.

He came to the edge of the bed and put his hands on my waist. “Wow, you are tiny,” the last word almost seemed to drip off his lips as he breathed deep. He kissed me firmly and tugged at the button. Yeesss He leaned into me and I laid back onto the bed. His hands were rough as they cupped my tits and squeezed. “You have such nice breasts.” Like I said, he’s always so serious. He kissed and sucked on my tits as he brought his finger up to his mouth and with one quick motion sucked it and then slid it into my pussy. I had only ever used my fingers before, so his thick, rough finger felt both strange and exciting at the same time. And then he said something magical: “Would two be okay?” Ever the gentleman. I nodded yes and he slid another one of his thick fingers in and I let out a gasping moan. I could feel my pussy become hot and throb and my nipples get hard. I grabbed my tit and squeezed as he sucked the other. He moved slowly and almost like a wave with his fingers, in and out, in and out. Then he stretched his thumb up to rub my clit. It felt so good it was almost overwhelming and my legs snapped shut around his arm.

He stopped and kissed me, then stood up. He took off his shirt, and with one hand unbuttoned his jeans and put the other (the one that had my juices all over it) up to my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed his fingers in. I sucked on them hard and ran my tongue up in between them while he stood over me watching with his hard dick in his hand. In that moment I felt tiny and knew he was about to take over. He pushed my legs apart and laid on top of me, grabbing my hands and pinning them up by my head. He slid one hand down my body, grabbed his dick, and positioned the tip at my pussy. It took a couple tries because I was so wet his tip kept slipping down towards my ass. He rested the tip in my pussy so I could feel the girth but it wasn’t truly penetrating me yet then put his hand back up on mine. With one powerful thrust he pushed all the way into me and I screamed – half from pleasure and half from pain – and arched my back. “Sshhh,” as he kissed my face and neck. He was in total control. His strong arms and legs kept me completely spread open despite my twisting and arching.

He released my arms and propped himself up and began to thrust into me some more. This time it wasn’t painful and I could feel him filling my entire pussy and stretching me out. I dropped my hand down in between my legs. I wanted to feel him go into me and come out wet with my juices. I ran my fingers along my pussy lips and could feel them stretched around his fat cock. He cradled my neck in his big hand and kissed me deeply. It felt good, but I couldn’t focus enough to cum. He asked me if he should pull out. I locked my legs like a vice and dug my nails into his back. “Nooo, I want to feel you pump your hot cum into me,” I whined. I was surprised at how forceful he came. I could feel it gushing out of me with his last few thrusts.

The next date he gave me a pearl necklace ;) I’m super wet now, so goodnight /r/gonewildstories! See you tomorrow?