Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - Ann's Morning Surrender: An Enemies to Lovers Public Sex Erotic Fantasy

Episode Date: July 29, 2025

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In this sultry and provocative episode, we meet Ann, a middle-aged woman yearning for the passion that has long since faded from her marriage. With her husband growing distant and uninterested, Ann turns to her morning runs around the park as an outlet for her pent-up frustration. Each stride is a release, a chance to forget what she’s missing at home… until today.On this morning, Ann’s routine is disrupted by a stranger—a man whose intensity and challenge seem to provoke something deep within her. His boldness and confidence light a fire in Ann that she thought had long been extinguished. Furious and intrigued, Ann responds to his challenge, and what begins as an aggressive confrontation quickly turns into something far more charged, far more intimate.As the tension builds between them, Ann is forced to confront her desires.Will she resist the temptation or surrender to the heat of the moment? What unfolds in the quiet, shaded corners of the park will push Ann to explore her deepest cravings and discover a new way to release the passion she’s been holding back for far too long.In this captivating episode of power, desire, and seduction, Ann’s world is about to change in ways she never imagined.Tune in to experience her journey from frustration to fulfillment.Trigger Warning: This episode contains themes of aggressive seduction and consensual adult content. Listener discretion is advised.

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But the years together have made them more friends and lovers, the passion from their marriage, long since vanished. Using her early morning runs as a release for years of pent-up sexual frustration. She enjoys the solitude of her dawn jogs around the local park, her solace before facing her day but a disruption to her peace comes that she could never have planned a mysterious man who seems hell-bent on challenging her

when Anne responds with anger and frustration she doesn't know how far she will go with this burning emotion that consumes her is this a release of years of sexual frustration or just another wild fantasy. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild In Bed, your destination for salacious stories,

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Your time for sensual satisfaction. Your time to explore your inner passions. As you listen to my voice and feel the story moving. through your body. As you enjoy tonight's show, the gentle glow of the morning sun, caressed Anne's face, a welcome breeze moving around her as she jogged gently along the path next to the pond. She loved the feeling of freedom of being out at first light. Virtually no one else was in the park at this time. It also meant she could avoid going home for that little bit longer. It wasn't that she hated her husband. It wasn't that he was aggressive or abusive.

In truth, they cared very deeply for each other. It was just, well, it was difficult to describe. But although they were the same age and years on this planet, he was somehow a lot older than her. And when she was in the house, that Asian, difference felt somehow oppressive, as if he had lost his mojo along the way, while she still felt her as beating with a passion. Passion, that really was the basis of it all. He went out every day and worked hard. He was stable and secure and... Oh so boring. There was a time when they were younger. When he had dreams and ambition, he had passion. But over the years it just seemed to seep away. Of course, like many couples, that familiar drudgery had made its way into the bedroom.

The rare times they had sex, it was very routine. The days of just letting themselves go and enjoying impulsive carnal delights were now a distant memory. In truth, this is why she enjoyed the solitude of her morning run so much. Not only was it a chance to release some pent-up energy, but there were plenty of private areas around the park where Rang could spend a little me time and fantasise about strangers with ripped jeans and man buns

it would spontaneously appear from between the shrubbery, tie her ankles together, and then ravage her with animalistic passion. And in those few precious moments, she felt so desired. The path narrowed as she neared the fishing lake. The bushes pushing in from either side of the path. Anne avoided the overhanging branches, still wall. wet from an early morning downpour. She really did not like the idea of jogging the rest of her route with wet clothes. And then, out of nowhere, another runner appeared behind her.

He didn't even seem to notice she was there, as his shoulders forced her into the wet branches. Her face dripping with cold water, Anne glared at his back as he continued up the path, seemingly unaware or not caring what he had done. Great and sprinted after him, which was no mean feat given the speed he was travelling. Eventually she caught up with him and grabbed his shoulder. The man span around glaring at her as if the fires of hell burned in his eyes. What?

He said curtly, obviously furious at the interruption to his wrenuous. run. You knocked me into the bush's asshole. Anne retorted, you should have moved out the way to let me pass. He said, running his fingers through his wet, dark curly hair, and turning to run off again. Anne just stared in disbelief as she watched him disappear at the path. Fuck her, she hissed, deciding he wasn't worth the effort. to pursuing. After a few moments, the calm returned to her body and she started jogging along the path again, determined not to let such an arrogant asshole ruin her morning, eventually sinking back into a rhythm.

The thoughts of the strange man diminished as she rounded the lake. The fragrance of the water, Warned by the sun, caressed her senses, inspiring her to run that little bit faster, pushing quickly past an outcrop of shrubs, the silhouette of the asshole appeared, seeming to be bent over next to the lake, as if getting his breath back. A sense of revenge burned through her as she ran up behind him, knocking him heavily. She smiled to herself as he stumbled on the edge of the lake. lake. Without turning, she called out. You should have moved to one side. She heard a muffled fuck in response and then a loud splashing of water. Resisting the urge to look back, she picked

up her pace to get out of sight as quickly as possible. Reaching the far end of the fishing lake, comfortable he was still struggling out of the water and would probably make his way home now. A rush of adrenaline filled Anne's body. She giggled to herself as she pushed between the trees. A sheltered glade opening in front of her. Dapples of the morning sunlight danced over a field of flowers. A golden veil that highlighted the vibrant colours and made them so much more inviting.

Sliding her shorts down her thighs. Her hands slid between her legs. The adrenaline from the earlier confrontation still buzzed through her body. She could feel the first caress of her desire, as it teased at the soft material of her panties, accentuated by the kiss of the morning breeze. Suddenly a wave of desire flooded over her, as she could barely suppress a loud moan,

lowering herself onto the wet flowers, the petals kissing up the inside of her legs, sending a warm ache moving through her body, whimpering gently and slipped her panties down her legs. The trembling lips of her pussy clutched gently with need as the first petals kissed along her folds. lowering herself back down into the bed of flowers. Soft, cool petals, caressed along the trembling lips of her pussy, electrifying her nerves, lifting her sports brow, and exposed her regnipples to the delicious torment of the morning breeze. Goosebumps peppered her exposed skin as she riled.

gently in the flowers, the petals kissing along the inside of her thighs, forcing her hips to gently gyrate to their caress, pulling a small bunch of flowers from the ground. She brushed the watercolour petals over her nipples. A gentle pulsing sensation spiraled through her tight nubs, intensifying the sensations already to be able to be. trembling through her. Gripping her thighs together, the flowers pressed their icy caress along her clit. A blush of heat erupting from deep within her, lifting her hips, the strokes of the flowers intensified against her.

Her body tensed, biting her lower lip, Anne grasped at her breasts, her fingers digging tightly into the soft flesh. Suddenly there was a sound of cracking wood from between the trees, turning her head and could make out a silhouette of a man. The morning sun glistened over his muscular torso and drips of water shimmering in the light, holding her breath, her orgasm slipping frustratingly from her grasp.

She watched him push his shorts down, waiting to see what he would do. do next. A long erection sprung proudly into the sunlight, glistening and throbbing. Anne watched, mesmerized at his cock, as it bounced in the morning air. It had been a while since she had seen such an erection, and it was surrounded by shadows and a little distance away. But even so, she could imagine every inch inside her. Without thinking, Anne's hands had slipped between her thighs and gently caressed her folds. Lingering, she gently probed between her lips, feeling the sensations moving through her body as she watched a stranger's cock.

Gasping slightly as her pussy surprised her by clutching at her fingertips. A gentle tremble moving inside her core as her imagined. nation filled with so many outcomes. Slowly, she edged forward through the glade. The cold, damp flowers, caressing the warm entrance of her sacks. Putting a hand quickly over her mouth, she managed to catch her a moan before it erupted from her lips. The sensation of pleasure swirling in her core, the achy knee spreading. It had been too long since she had felt a cock properly inside her, not just a quick fucking and off.

His hand reached down his length, loosely caressing up and down. His fingertips edged over his balls and massaged them gently, squeezing them. Anne's eyes darted along his length, watching it swell still further, laying back. She immersed herself in the flowers on the glade ground. As she lifted her thighs, parting them, her fingers slipped inside her pussy. The image of his cock burned through her mind, massaging it gently, her fingertips stroking along the of her pussy, imagining that beautiful erection, filling her, pushing inside her, caressing her with his cockhead.

Clouds of fragrance erupted from the flowers as her hands rubbed gently over them, thrusting her fingers slowly into her welcoming sex. Pushing another finger inside, her lips sucked along his length in her mind. His moans became louder, somehow closer, as if he was moaning right in her ear. Damned she could feel the heat of his breath as his hands moved over her body, massaging her ass. Slowly, his fingertips explored between the globes of her butt, stroking her rosette, gently clutched at the attention. Her body wanting more, his arm wrapped around her, lifting her as he placed her against a fallen tree trunk. The rough bark bittered her skin, sending furious stings of pleasure through every nerve.

Anne parted her legs, exposing her desire to this man. Taking her panties from the ground, he secured her ankle to a dead branch on the trunk. removing her sports bra. He tied the other ankle to another branch, Anne lay back prone on the trunk. The searing heat of his lustful gaze moved over her body, her leg secured firmly on the trunk,

leaving her at the mercy of his desires. There was something about this position, the exposure, the morning breeze caressing her pussy, as it throbbed with desire, being the focus of his hard desire, as his cock twitched just inches from her pussy. The whole situation just turned her on like crazy. Suddenly her sight was blackened as he slid her discarded shorts over her head. His breaths burned at the side of her face as his lips brushed over her ears.

His cock twitched enthusiastically Against her naked stomach Anne's hands moved to grasp that beautiful erection Only for him to move her hands back And whisper Hold on to the trunk Rottie them as well A palm pressed down her stomach

Slowly etching over her mound His fingers Teasing between her thighs brushing her clip gently. Anne could not help but moan loudly at his touch. The need to feel his swollen cock pushing inside her, overcoming any doubts, any insecurities. Her pussy throbbed, her effeminent desire,

Kissy inside of her thighs. You smell so fucking hot. He whispered, his fingers sliding either side. her folds, massaging them firmly. Anne's hips pushed forward, her pussy lips opening in a silent gasp. Her clit exposed to the vicious caress of the morning breeze. He pinched it gently, pulling it. Shots of electricity invaded every cell of her body. Suddenly his fingers dropped away from her clit before returning with a brutal spanking.

over the exposed nub, the sensation only accelerating the pleasure, moving through her body, and bitter lips to suppress a moan, to try and control her desire. Her thighs clenched in a desperate bit to restrain her growing orgasm. And gently he caressed her pussy, lingering over the trembling sensations, enticing them further. Anne's body arched with need, her pussy pulsed with desire. Her hips thrust the response, pressing her knee against his hand. Slowly, his fingers moved over her stomach, over her breasts. His fingers pinching her nipples, dragging his nails slowly along them.

The bark of the trunk burned along her belly. back, intensifying the sensations, electrifying every nerve. His fingers pushed over her shoulders, and eased around the back of her neck, grasping it tightly. Pulling her head up next to his, he moaned. You want me to fuck you. Anne just nodded limply. Her body raptured with desire. releasing her ankles quickly, he flipped her around, pressing her over the trunk. His hand spanking her naked buttocks, leaving them raw with pleasure with his broad, brutal strokes. His fingers pushing between her thighs and teasing her pussy from behind, stroking it, ticking his cock in his hand, he pressed his erection between her lips, sliding it up.

up and down the length of her pussy, never entering her. She trembled at the sensation of his pulsing erection between her lips. Raising her hips, she invited him to enter her, needy and desperate to be fucked to fill his lust for her. His hand slid over the curve of her hips, positioning her as he pushed his cock painfully slowly inside, stretching her lips around his girth. Anne moaned loudly at the sensation of his cockhead, pressing along the walls of her pussy, caressing every inch, as if it was the first time she had ever been touched with such passion, such desire, pulling her back against him. His cock

pushed deeper inside. His thrusts becoming more determined, more anal-a-lawful. malistic, the sensation of his throbbing inside her, of her pussy clutching desperately, electrified her own body, her fingers digging into the bark, pulling herself against it, then pushing back, meeting each and every one of his thrust, forcing him deeper. The dark moan that echoed in her chest was like a noise she had never heard before. Tears of pleasure stung around her eyes, as her body tensed, her orgasm spreading, crying out pleasure. The sound of her voice echoed around the tree-line glade as he stopped,

pulling his cock out, leaving her empty, turning her. He lifted her onto the trunk, his hands pushing her thighs apart, as Anne wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers moving along his shaft, still dripping with her pleasure. She guided it back inside her. Pushing down on him, she whimpered as the tip of him kissed the end of her pussy, sending a tremor of pleasure through to her core. His hands cradled her ass, lifting her.

She suddenly felt the rough bark of a tree, biting at the naked skin of her back as his fingernails dug into her cheeks and squirled with a delightful pang of pain as they stood there for a moment, quietly in limbo before his body eventually started rocking, pushing his entire length deep into her sacks, forcing her up and down the tree behind her. The growls emanating from his chest,

vibrated through his body, moving along his cock and pulsing deep inside, Anne's pussy. Her legs tried to wrap tighter around him, but as his thrust became more determined, more intense, more passionate, any control over her legs, were lost in the mist of lust that veiled her body, hammering hard inside her,

gravity pulling them closer than she could imagine, his teeth biting into her, neck ferociously and lifted her head, exposing the soft flesh of her neck for more. She wanted more. She needed more. Her fingernails dug into his back, pulling him into her, deeper, harder, her body tensing in a long-forgotten passion. His body pressing against hers is movements more aggressive, passionate, animalistic.

Her pussy clutched along his length, squeezing his white girth, wanting to fill his seed invade every corner of her pussy. She pushed back against him, leveraging her body on the tree. His mouth dropped biting her nipples, sucking them brutally between his teeth. The shock of passion burned through her body as she surrendered to the pleasure, coursing through her nerves. The avalanche of her orgasm pummeled every cell mercilessly As she cried out her satisfaction, A climax igniting every cell in her body, Squeezing the eruption of his pleasure,

Warm streams of his cum, Caressed inside her, His pulsing prolonged her pleasure As they release their mutual satisfaction, Enjoying the crashing ways of afterglow. moving between them. Slowly, he lowered her onto the wet flowers. The cold caress of the petals,

contrasting beautifully with the wildfire that incinerated her. The fragrance of the flowers, accentuating her own delicate smell of feminine satisfaction. Her body's still trembling. She released her arms from her wrist. the mysterious man and collapsed momentarily closing her eyes until her breath returned to normal. The warm morning sun burned through her eyelids as she awoke. Confused, she looked around.

The shorts come from her head, but her own clothes discarded around her, lying naked, She enjoyed the caress of the morning breeze, as it danced slowly over her skin. Eventually she staggered to her feet, reclaiming her clothes and dressing shakily, her legs still trembling, looking back at the trees where she had seen the mysterious man, pleasuring himself. It was now empty except for the golden glow of the sun, as it drifted through the trees. it drifted through the canopy above, birds sun gently somewhere in the branches, as if normality had been resumed. The fantasy had been so intense, even by hand standards, and felt particularly real. So much so, her pussy still throbbed and her ash cheeks burned. Putting

her sports bra on, the caress of the elastic material over her back stung, as if the medals from being fucked against a tree were really there. Taking a moment, her breath eventually returned to normal, and she slowly left her hidden spot, checking for any suspicious walkers before jogging lightly along the path. The tremors in her legs not allowing her to run at any great speed. slowly rounding the fishing lake the asshole jogger surprised her as he was running in the opposite direction noticing the material of his shorts for the first time and realized they seemed somewhat familiar her eyes drawn to the gentle pendulous sway of his semi-hard cock obviously unrestricted by underwear

his gates slow and shaky He nodded and smiled a beautifully warm smile Just as they passed His eyes burning with passion As he held Anne's gaze Confused Anchored only reply in kind Smiling and nodding at him

As they jogs slowly on the path In opposite directions So A little story. Yes, join me. It's going to be fun whatever, just exactly. Oh. So until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wilde, wishing you salacious dreams.