Tales of A Naughty Wife: Shagged...Raw

I met Daniel online, we had been chatting with each other for nearly two weeks.

Like me, he was married but not enjoying sexual fulfilment from his wife. He was also a newlywed and his wife got pregnant almost immediately after their wedding, leading to a quick decline in their sex life. He had been married for about six months and starting to get restless. Our conversation really did not start sexual. We talked about mundane things like his job and family and so on but we quickly bonded over our lack of a satisfying sex life. He had not been intimate with his wife for nearly five months and he was very unhappy. According to him, he had not been unfaithful since they got married. I did not want him to think less of me so I said I had been faithful to my husband since we wedded too.

Our conversations quickly got heated when we started talking about our sucky marital sex life. I talked about how much I craved a raging, hot and thick cock entering me and how I spend night salivating at the fantasy. He also talked about his sexual needs. As expected, our chats led us to consider fucking each other.

I invited him over to my home, telling him I could take a day off work and have time for him after my husband had gone to work. He sounded excited at first but soon became anxious, saying he was uncomfortable with fucking me in my marital home. "What if your neighbour sees?" "What if your husband came home early?" He kept asking again and again whenever we got close to choosing a day. I suggested a hotel but he said that made him feel uncomfortable. I gave him up as a no-go.

After a few days, he messaged me excitedly one Friday, saying his pregnant wife was going to visit her mother all day the next day and I can come over to his place. I immediately agreed. My pussy tingled with the excitement I usually felt whenever a cock was available for me.

That Saturday morning, I dressed with him in mind. We had never met face-to-face and I really wanted to make a good impression. I chose a curve-hugging red dress and paid a lot more attention to my makeup than I would normally do.

I arrived at his place, excited and nervous at the same time. As soon as he opened the door and saw me, he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, acting very anxious and shaky. I guessed he worried someone would spot me.

We tried for small talk but it was no good. Our minds were on naughtier things and we were soon in his bedroom. We were kissing as we both got out of our clothes. As soon as he got his shorts off, his cock sprang up, as thick and hard as I had dreamed. Finally, he pushed me towards the bed and laid on top of me, his cock poking me as we continued to kiss.

"Turn around," he said. My heart leapt excitedly. I had always liked a man who wanted to take control and fuck from behind.

I turned around on my hands and knees, spreading my legs and opening up my hole for him. I felt him kneel closer towards my ass rubbing it gently with his thick cock, smearing my backside with precum. And then he was inside me, inside my warm, wet pussy. He pressed hard, sliding into me in one long thrust, meeting me as I pushed back against him.

He held my hips, both of us moaning as he held us together, my tight pussy clamped snugly on his throbbing dick. He began to move, slowly at first, then deeper, harder, faster, meeting my demands as our moans echoed in the small bedroom. He reached out and ran a fingertip over my ass, scratching me lightly and causing me to cry out louder as he drove into me.

My moans only urged him on even more as his thrusts became much more violent. He was hitting my core and even though I wanted to ask him to withdraw, the pleasure was too intense and I was very distracted. Suddenly, his cock swelled and his cum erupted inside me, jerking as jets of cum spurted into my pussy. He held onto my hips tightly, dragging me closer to him as he groaned out loud. I tightened my walls around him, and his nails immediately dug into the skin of my ass and stayed that way until his climax subsided.

We both collapsed on the bed a few seconds later. I felt myself drifting to sleep and my last thought was that I needed to get the morning-after pill on my way home.