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I apologize if I make any mistakes; English is not my first language, so I had to use a translator to help me write this…
I (29M/6ft) met her (35F/4’11) on instagram through a friend of her husband (36M) — a colleague at work. we followed each other and chat a bit.
Last week she told me that their marriage was different. Open, she said. They had permission to explore other people if they wanted… but neither had ever acted on it.
I get interested inmediately, I like whatever that feels like some sort of tabu.
So, she messaged me the past Thursday, a simple:
“I’ll be alone this weekend. Want to come over?”
I get half boner when I saw that.
I said yes, obviously
I arrived at her house around eight. She opened the door in denim shorts and a loose black top, Chestnut hair with purple streaks framing her face, she was using glassess, Her chest was average but her waist was… well, I felt a tingle on my crotch.
We talked on the couch for nearly two hours. She sipped a beer; I drank a juice (I don’t drink). She kept staring at my lips, pressing her thighs together, squirming. I could tell she was already soaked, desperate for me to make a move. I stayed calm on purpose — rock-hard, but enjoying the way she waited, too shy to start it herself.
When I stood to change the music. She texted her husband, I just read:
“so.. you did it?”
She replied fast: “not yet my love”
That did it for me.
I grabbed her hair, pulled her in, and kissed her hard. She moaned. I pushed her to her knees. She opened her mouth eagerly as I fucked her face — saliva dripping down her chin, soaking my balls, staining her black top.
I sat back, rolled on a condom, and pulled her pants off. Her legs where shaking. She laughed nervously as she straddled me. She was drenched; I slid in easily. She rode me wildly. I watched her ass bounce in the TV reflection, fighting not to nut too soon. I could manage myself to endure it.
When she slowed, tired and red, I stood, still inside her, and carried her to the bedroom — fucking her with every step. She clung to my neck, biting my neck.
I threw her on their marital bed, and ate her until she came, shaking.
I wasn’t done yet, so I railed her doggy-style, pulling her hair and covering her mouth. when I did that, she start moaning louder. I keep fucking her, her ass was nice, round and soft. Her cheeks clapping on my cock was delightufl. Suddenly I felt something wet and warm, she squirted — only the second time ever, she told me after. — I kept going until I pulled out and cum between her ass and back.
Some moments later, I felt hungry, I suggested ordering food. Naked, my cum still on her back and cheeks, she went to the kitchen and made me some food — this caught me because previously she told me that she doesn’t cook, that she hated it, her husband, he was the one who uses the kitchen. so, this wife who never cooks, was serving me after I’d fucked her.
The cuckold thrill hit me so hard.
She cleaned herself and we ate casually. She said her husband knew I was coming — he’d been more nervous than her. She told me she wasn’t sorry for what just happened.
I was hard again, so I told her: “wanna keeep going?”
“Now?” she whispered.
“Now.”
I carried her back to bed. I fucked her missionary while I gently choke her with both my hands, we fucked that way until we passed out, naked in their bed.
Morning came.
she was half sleep a side of me, naked, with that nice ass greeting me. Her big hips were calling me, I put my hands on her hip bones and put my hard cock between her ass. She pressed back against my erection. after 20 seconds or so, she was wet, I entered her from behind, one hand on her throat, rubbing her clit. Knowing I was waking up with my cock a married woman — with permission — in their own bed drove me insane.
I fucked her enjoying the sound of clapping. the fact that she ´pressed herself against me to get even deeper made me so hard that my balls kinda hurt.
Close, I stood on the bed. She knelt without a word and took my load on her face.
She had cum near her eyes so I helped her to reach the bathroom . I saw some matching bear toothbrushes on the sink, this small thing… it made the whole thing filthier to me.
This small detail made me realize that they let me enter their house, their intimacy.
My cock stirred again, but I had other thigs to do, so I leave.
She hugged me tight at the door and kissed my cheek like an old friend.
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Days later we texted. She sent me memes about small women with tall men. She told me she loved how easily I lifted and controlled her — feeling completely at my mercy.
I ask her about her husband? she told me that at first he was jealous, he went ouside to smoke a cig and when come back he asks for every detail and she told me he was more excited than herself. she told me that he was stuttered while asking her for more and more details.
Today she texted me, her birthday will be next week, and she booked a beach cabin for two nights but her husband will stay only the first night with her.
What turned me on the most was realizing how much effort and love they have for each other. I thought about everything he does for her every day, cooking her meals, making her bed, while I fucked her two hours after meeting her in person for the first time ever.
(If your eyes bled reading this, my mistake, I’m not very good at English.)
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