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Damn, Saturday night was fun…

I love gummies, but I don’t do them often. My husband wishes I did more, but I generally hate feeling like I’m not fully in control.

I took one before we left for dinner with our old neighbors. 5mg hybrid, just enough to take the edge off. I’m early 40s, a few kids, a career in NYC that my 27-year-old self would be pretty damn proud of. Basically the fun suburban wife next door. And then there’s the other side. The one where my husband and I post pics and videos of some of the best parts of our sex life. I’d be horrified if our neighbors knew. But it turns us on, so why not.

Dinner was ordinary. Conversation, bad jokes, old stories, our husbands making inappropriate comments and trying to convince us to skip the show and just go jump in bed together. (Never going to happen.) The usual catching up.

The gummy settled in, and by the time we got into the Uber SUV for the concert I was already a little turned on.

We sat in the third row. Our friends were in front of us, enjoying a roadie and bickering per usual. I felt my phone vibrate with a text.

\*“I need to taste you. Now.”\*

I looked over, ready to give him the usual “very funny / stop being a perv” look, but his expression was intense.

Fuck.

The light blue thong I was wearing was already feeling wet and sticky. I know he loves the taste of me. I’ve also always been self-conscious about it, but he can be convincing.

Why the hell not.

I shifted toward the window, quietly unbuttoned my white jeans, slipped my hand into my thong, and found my clit. I rubbed for a few seconds while still nodding along to the conversation. Then I pushed a finger inside and curled it up, hitting that spot I’ve loved since my first serious boyfriend found it years (decades?) ago.

My husband was watching from the corner of his eye. I could see the outline of his dick down the leg of his shorts, and the way his jaw had gone tight.

After maybe thirty seconds, that felt much longer, I pulled my finger out, double-checked that our friends were looking forward, and slipped it into his mouth.

I think he was surprised I actually did it. He sucked it slowly clean. His eyes lit up. I watched him reach down and start stroking himself through his shorts.

Sitting there with our friends a few feet away and my juices in his mouth was a hell of a moment.

Admittedly, these aren’t average friends. During Covid we lived in the apartment right below them. Thin floors. We’ve heard them fuck dozens of times and the reverse is probably true. Hilariously, my wife and I had already admitted at dinner that we’d used their kitchen counter, couch, dining table and balcony more than a few times during Covid when they were out of town and we needed “a few mins away from the kids.”. They weren’t bothered or surprised. We had basically turned our two apartments into an open dorm at that point.

The concert was fine. I spent most of it distracted.

On the drive home, almost as soon as we got in the Uber, his hands were on me. He leaned in close and said quietly, “God, you taste so fucking good. So sweet.” I subtly unbuttoned my jeans again. I wanted him to finger me, but it would’ve been too obvious. He reached around instead and slid his hand down the back of my jeans.

He’s an ass guy. He cupped it first, then slipped his fingers under the string of the thong and into the crack. He worked his way down slowly until his middle finger was resting against my asshole while I leaned forward slightly. Then he started rubbing, light, slow circles, just enough pressure that I could feel every movement without him actually pushing in. He kept it up the whole ride. Every time the Uber hit a bump I felt a little extra pressure and clenched. I had to keep nodding and talking like nothing was happening, which was harder than it should have been. I was soaked.

By the time we got home the thong was a lost cause.. We sent the friends on their way (after the husbands made a joking-but-not-joking suggestion we all go upstairs and get naked) and he still had to deal with the babysitter… pay her, small talk, walk her out. I stood there with my jeans unbuttoned under my shirt, smiling. The second the door closed we went upstairs.

Clothes off. Bed. Me on my back. Thong on the floor. Getting fingered is still my favorite thing and he knows it. Two fingers inside. I’ve been told by pretty much every boyfriend I’ve had that I’m unusually tight. Two of his fingers feel like an entire hand. He knows the spot and he found it right away, working it with a fucking fantastic rhythm. I came hard around his fingers, legs shaking. Sheets getting wet. Then his mouth was on me. Licking up every bit of juices that he could, inside and out. He even used his tongue to find the little bit that had trickled down to my ass.

After that we fucked. Missionary with one of my legs up over his shoulder. Won’t lie, in this position, it’s almost too deep, but while we fucked he put his fingers, the same ones that had just been inside me, in my mouth. In that moment, knowing how turned on he’d been to taste me earlier, it was hot.

He came inside me, pushing in as deep as he could. If this was 5 years ago, I’d definitely be pregnant again…

For the first time in our almost 15 years together, when he pulled out, I shifted down and licked his dick from the base up before taking as much as I could in my mouth. I’d sucked his dick mid-sex a couple of times before, but never after he’d already cum. Part of me was a little freaked out by it. But I kept going, cleaning him slowly, his cum mixed with the same juices of mine I’d given him a taste of earlier in the van. I took my time.

So yea, I might start taking a gummy or two more often.

Damn, Saturday night was fun…

I love gummies, but I don’t do them often. My husband wishes I did more, but I generally hate feeling like I’m not fully in control.

I took one before we left for dinner with our old neighbors. 5mg hybrid, just enough to take the edge off. I’m early 40s, a few kids, a career in NYC that my 27-year-old self would be pretty damn proud of. Basically the fun suburban wife next door. And then there’s the other side. The one where my husband and I post pics and videos of some of the best parts of our sex life. I’d be horrified if our neighbors knew. But it turns us on, so why not.

Dinner was ordinary. Conversation, bad jokes, old stories, our husbands making inappropriate comments and trying to convince us to skip the show and just go jump in bed together. (Never going to happen.) The usual catching up.

The gummy settled in, and by the time we got into the Uber SUV for the concert I was already a little turned on.

We sat in the third row. Our friends were in front of us, enjoying a roadie and bickering per usual. I felt my phone vibrate with a text.

“I need to taste you. Now.”

I looked over, ready to give him the usual “very funny / stop being a perv” look, but his expression was intense.

Fuck.

The light blue thong I was wearing was already feeling wet and sticky. I know he loves the taste of me. I’ve also always been self-conscious about it, but he can be convincing.

Why the hell not.

I shifted toward the window, quietly unbuttoned my white jeans, slipped my hand into my thong, and found my clit. I rubbed for a few seconds while still nodding along to the conversation. Then I pushed a finger inside and curled it up, hitting that spot I’ve loved since my first serious boyfriend found it years (decades?) ago.

My husband was watching from the corner of his eye. I could see the outline of his dick down the leg of his shorts, and the way his jaw had gone tight.

After maybe thirty seconds, that felt much longer, I pulled my finger out, double-checked that our friends were looking forward, and slipped it into his mouth.

I think he was surprised I actually did it. He sucked it slowly clean. His eyes lit up. I watched him reach down and start stroking himself through his shorts.

Sitting there with our friends a few feet away and my juices in his mouth was a hell of a moment.

Admittedly, these aren’t average friends. During Covid we lived in the apartment right below them. Thin floors. We’ve heard them fuck dozens of times and the reverse is probably true. Hilariously, my wife and I had already admitted at dinner that we’d used their kitchen counter, couch, dining table and balcony more than a few times during Covid when they were out of town and we needed “a few mins away from the kids.”. They weren’t bothered or surprised. We had basically turned our two apartments into an open dorm at that point.

The concert was fine. I spent most of it distracted.

On the drive home, almost as soon as we got in the Uber, his hands were on me. He leaned in close and said quietly, “God, you taste so fucking good. So sweet.” I subtly unbuttoned my jeans again. I wanted him to finger me, but it would’ve been too obvious. He reached around instead and slid his hand down the back of my jeans.

He’s an ass guy. He cupped it first, then slipped his fingers under the string of the thong and into the crack. He worked his way down slowly until his middle finger was resting against my asshole while I leaned forward slightly. Then he started rubbing, light, slow circles, just enough pressure that I could feel every movement without him actually pushing in. He kept it up the whole ride. Every time the Uber hit a bump I felt a little extra pressure and clenched. I had to keep nodding and talking like nothing was happening, which was harder than it should have been. I was soaked.

By the time we got home the thong was a lost cause.. We sent the friends on their way (after the husbands made a joking-but-not-joking suggestion we all go upstairs and get naked) and he still had to deal with the babysitter… pay her, small talk, walk her out. I stood there with my jeans unbuttoned under my shirt, smiling. The second the door closed we went upstairs.

Clothes off. Bed. Me on my back. Thong on the floor. Getting fingered is still my favorite thing and he knows it. Two fingers inside. I’ve been told by pretty much every boyfriend I’ve had that I’m unusually tight. Two of his fingers feel like an entire hand. He knows the spot and he found it right away, working it with a fucking fantastic rhythm. I came hard around his fingers, legs shaking. Sheets getting wet. Then his mouth was on me. Licking up every bit of juices that he could, inside and out. He even used his tongue to find the little bit that had trickled down to my ass.

After that we fucked. Missionary with one of my legs up over his shoulder. Won’t lie, in this position, it’s almost too deep, but while we fucked he put his fingers, the same ones that had just been inside me, in my mouth. In that moment, knowing how turned on he’d been to taste me earlier, it was hot.

He came inside me, pushing in as deep as he could. If this was 5 years ago, I’d definitely be pregnant again…

For the first time in our almost 15 years together, when he pulled out, I shifted down and licked his dick from the base up before taking as much as I could in my mouth. I’d sucked his dick mid-sex a couple of times before, but never after he’d already cum. Part of me was a little freaked out by it. But I kept going, cleaning him slowly, his cum mixed with the same juices of mine I’d given him a taste of earlier in the van. I took my time. He watched.

Later, as we lay there and I continued to drip, he reached for his phone to capture the mess. I knew we’d eventually post the pictures. It was fun laying there while he snapped me, messy, used, still wet.

So yea, I might start taking a gummy or two more often.

My stories are my kind of wild. No I didn’t have an orgy this weekend. No we didn’t have a pornstar beg us to sleep with them. We just had, what I would consider, a wild night for us. So…
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Damn, Saturday night was fun...

I love gummies, but I don’t do them often. My husband wants me too, but I generally hate feeling like I’m not fully in control.

I took one before we left for dinner with our old neighbors. 5mg of a hybrid, just enough to take the edge off. I’m early 40s, a few kids, a career in NYC that my 27 year old self would be pretty damn proud of. Basically, the fun suburban, next door, wife you all know. And then I have this other side. The one where my husband and I post pics and videos of some of the best parts of our sex life. I would be horrified our neighbors knew. But it turns us on, so why not…

Anyway, dinner that night was ordinary. Conversation, bad jokes, old stories, our husbands making inappropriate comments and trying to convince us to skip the show and just go jump in bed together. You know, catching up.

The gummy settled in and as obnoxious as the non-stop sexual innuendos can be, by the time we got into the Uber SUV for the concert I was already turned on.

My husband and I sat in the third row. Our friends were in front of us, enjoying a roadie and bickering. The usual. I felt my phone vibrate. It was my husband.

“I need to taste you. Now.”

I looked over at him, about to give him a “very funny / stop being a perv” look but his look back at me was intense. Something in my chest tightened.

Fuck.

With the gummy, the light blue thong I was wearing was sticking to me.

I know he loves the taste of me. I’m self-conscious about it, always have been despite no complaints, but he can be convincing.

Why the hell not.

I shifted toward the window, quietly unbuttoned my jeans, slipped my hand in under the thong, and found my clit. I rubbed for a few seconds while still nodding along to the conversation. Then I pushed a finger inside. I’m unusually tight—slipping in a second finger made it feel like I had a whole hand in me. I curled my fingers up and in, hitting that spot I’ve loved since my first serious boyfriend found it. My husband was watching me from the corner of his eye. He knew what I was doing. I could see the outline of his dick down the leg of his shorts.

It had been a while since I had felt this wet. After probably only 30 seconds, but what felt like forever, I pulled my fingers out, reached over, double checked that our friends were looking forward and stuck them in his mouth.

I think he was surprised I actually went through with it. I felt him suck them clean, slowly. I watched his eyes light up. And I watched him grab is dick through his shorts and gently stroke it.

Sitting there with our friends a few feet away, my juices in his mouth, was a hell of a hot moment. Granted, these aren’t average friends. We’d heard them fuck countless times in the apartment directly above ours during Covid. (Thin floors even though the landlord had sworn they were soundproof…) We’d even just admitted to them during dinner that we’d used their kitchen countertop and couch to fuck a bunch of times when they’d been out of town and we needed some privacy from the kids. (It was Covid… our two apartments basically became a shared dorm.)

My face felt warm. I wiped my hand on my jeans and sat still, thighs pressed together, reaching over and lightly scratching his bulge through his shorts just out of their view.

The concert was background noise. I spent most of it distracted.

On the drive home, almost as soon as we jumped in our Uber, his hands were on me. I subtly unbuttoned my jeans. I wanted him to finger me, but it would have been too obvious. He reached around instead and slid his hand down the back of my jeans. He’s an ass guy. He cupped it first, then slipped his fingers under the string and into the crack. He slipped down further until he was rubbing my asshole with his middle finger—light, slow circles, just enough pressure that I could feel it without him pushing in. He kept it up the whole ride. Every time the van hit a bump I felt a little extra pressure and I’d clench. I was soaked. I was ready for something more.

We got home, sent the friends on their way (after the husbands made a joking, but not joking, suggestion we all go get naked) and still had to deal with the babysitter—pay her, small talk, walk her out. I stood there with my jeans unbuttoned under my shirt, the thong wet, smiling and making ordinary conversation. The second the door closed we ran upstairs.

Clothes off. Bed. Getting fingered is still my favorite thing and he went straight to it. Two fingers inside, finding the spot, working it with steady pressure.

Fuck I felt full.

I came hard around his fingers, legs shaking. Then his mouth. He licked me, my juices everywhere. Even a light flick or two over my ass.

After that we fucked. Deep, hard. Missionary but with my one leg up over his shoulder. It was a little too deep that way, feeling him hit the cervix from that angle. While we fucked, he put his fingers, the same ones that had just been inside me, in my mouth.

Tasting myself isn’t really a fantasy or my thing, but in that moment, knowing it was what had turned him on to taste earlier, it was hot. After a bit, he came inside me, pushing in as deep as possible with his last few strokes.

For the first time in our almost 15 years together, when he pulled out, I moved down and took him in my mouth. I cleaned him slowly… his cum mixed with everything that had come from me. The same juices I’d given him a taste of earlier in the van. I took my time. He watched.

Later, as we laid there and I continued to drip, he reached for his phone. I knew we would post the pictures. It’s hot anonymously sharing this part of our lives. I stayed where I was and let him take them… messy, used, still wet.