Orgasm in front of girlfriend’s unknowing dad[MF]

Some people asked me to tell about the relationship I had with a married woman, and I’m sure I will at some point, but I do still have some guilt over being an adulterer (we just decided to try to chill out two months ago). Plus, to be perfectly honest, it’s a very, very long story for me to describe correctly. Hope you don’t mind me instead describing a quickie I had with a girl my age (I do sleep with “age appropriate” girls, too!).

If you do want to read about my first time with an older woman though, you can check it out [here (pt 1)](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/598ol8/late_40s_f_and_the_college_boy_m_a_first_for_both/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/59xwkg/late_40s_f_and_the_college_boy_m_a_first_for_both/):

To just start with a little background, I was a tall, gawky kid growing up, with glasses and an overbite. Then I wrestled throughout high school, got contacts, and dental work fixed my alignment to where I’m actually a pretty good looking guy (I’m told I look like the senior in Sixteen Candles), but I still have the perception of myself as a gawky kid with glasses and can still be somewhat shy until engaged and alternate between overconfidence and no confidence.

I was actually in a relationship for a while, with a girl at school named Ashley. She was uniquely head-turningly gorgeous (literally…I was with her in a Target once where she was stalking about quickly because she couldn’t find the bathroom. I was trailing a good 5 feet behind and witnessed an old woman turn around and say out loud, “oh my, that’s a pretty girl.”) Straight, dirty blond hair and skin that always seemed tan. Blue eyes, 5’10”, with kind of a swimmer’s frame of wide shoulders, but with a roundness to her ass and d-cup breasts above a flat stomach (her left breast was just a little fuller than her right, which was never detectable unless she was laying topless on her back). However, with two older brothers and no sisters, she wasn’t good with makeup so usually didn’t wear much and didn’t do anything particular to make her hair stylish beyond just blow-drying it. At the same time, because of her height and frame, she often wore pieces that were too short and too tight (for example, she once wore what would have been a fairly modest two-piece to one of my family’s pool parties that had a good half inch of underboob showing just because she hadn’t bought a new top in a few years). She, and her family, were also very devout (particularly her dad, even though he was divorced)–very involved in their church and went to services every Sunday. For some reason her subconscious reaction to all that religion seemed to make everything she did sexually always have a little extra naughty twist to it (she only wore g-string panties, she’d genuinely beg me to cum in her and on her, she’d talk super-dirty during sex about her “wet little pussy”, she told me her ultimate fantasy was to have sex on the altar–which I did not indulge in, she’d blow me while I drove or she’d grab my hand and have me finger her while she drove…actually she once had me lick her to orgasm while she drove). To be honest, through college I was strangely consistent in my church attendance too and really was never that wild–drank of course, but never crazy drunkeness. In retrospect what’s kind of weird is I never even felt the slight twinge of guilt about the sex I was having, which clearly didn’t match my religion (I’m pretty much agnostic now).

Ash and I were always handsy with each other. If I was driving my hand would be resting on her leg (inevitably she’d have on a short skirt or a short romper and my hand would make its way to, at the very least, resting between her legs). Even non-sexually we just often had a hand touching or resting on the other. But we weren’t just sex and intimacy fiends–we really did have, at the time, a good relationship and would go on dates, do volunteer work together, go to the grocery together, visit each other’s families and so on.

One time we took an early spring weekend to visit her dad. Her dad was nice enough to me, but kind of different. . . or maybe he was just your typical older divorced guy with a lot of money but no social skills. He was actually the most religious person in their family–more than her, her brothers, or her mom. Didn’t really matter too much to me and I just put up with it, but providing some context.

She and I had gone on a long hike earlier in the day and came back to his place dirty and pleasantly worn out. The weather turned nasty as we took turns showering–at school we showered together but obviously (irony) we were respecting his household rules this weekend–so by the time she came out to the living room in her sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt it was gray and rainy and a little bit dark. I was on the couch that faced the tv and her dad was in his recliner, to the right of the couch but angled toward the tv. As she came over to the couch she, almost at the last second, grabbed a thick blanket from the other recliner and cuddled next to me, her still wet hair against my neck and chin.

Her dad changed the channel to TNT or TBS or FX or something like that, where a movie was starting. At the moment I can’t remember which, but I’m sure it was some mindless popcorn flick.

After a while our position was starting to get a little uncomfortable, so we wordlessly adjusted so I was laying with my back against the armrest and she was between my legs, the back of her head resting against my chest, blanket pulled up to her throat. My arms didn’t really have anywhere to go so I rested them, innocently enough, over her sweats. A couple of minutes later I started to rub her thighs a little, just an affectionate little rub–nothing more. A while after that I moved my hands to the inside of her loose shirt, just above the sweatpant waistline. Still wasn’t meaning much by it–just really liked the feel of her soft skin and stomach. I ran my fingers across her a little and felt the slightest lurch from her…nothing major, just a barely there acknowledgement that it felt good. Meanwhile our necks were turned, our faces toward the light of the tv.

After a minute I had to push my luck–not even really thinking about it. I ran my right hand up her stomach with the back of my fingers, until I felt the spongy give of the bottom of her breast. Lightly, and trying not to draw to much attention, I flattened my hand and brought it up over her breast, spreading my fingers to grip as much as I could–though plenty of skin filled the gaps between my fingers. Less delicately, I did the same with my left hand, gripping both breasts. At this point I was less trying to turn her on than I was just subconsciously pushing the limit and taking advantage of any opportunity to hold her fleshy globes in my hands. I would have been perfectly content to watch the rest of the movie like that.

But apparently it was more of a signal to her than I realized. I felt her nipples grow, small and firm, under my palms. I felt her knees start to push against my legs, informing me of her spreading intent. At this point, if I’d been thinking about it, I wouldn’t have thought this would go beyond resting my hand outside the small strip of her g-string. It seemed like it took me two commercial breaks to work my right hand back down her stomach–I really didn’t want to cause any consistent ruffle of the blanket that might alert her dad to our intentions.

As my right hand hit her waistband she let out a little breath, which shook me (busted for sure) but when I looked over her dad hadn’t noticed a thing. Her hand came up to my still breast-holding left hand and held it firm, insuring I wasn’t going to move it. Our necks were still turned and our eyes were toward the tv, but I don’t remember a single thing that was on the screen.

I slipped my right hand under her waist-band and put it on top of her strip of panty, just palming her pubic mound. I would’ve been perfectly content stopping there but after a few minutes I felt the slightest twitch of her hips upward, signaling for more. I waited a little longer and felt it again. Still not moving, heart beating, she glanced her eyes up at me like, why are you not doing anything? Well…she could have a temper and was used to getting her way, so I wasn’t going to deny her wish (kidding…actually she really did have a temper and was used to getting her way, being daddy’s princess).

I curled my hand around the strip of fabric and pushed it to the side, resting my hand directly against her pub–oh wait, no, no pubes…she’d shaved off her landing strip in the shower, and was entirely bare. It was my turn to let out a little breath for this unexpected treat. Her skin was so smooth and supple, with just the slightest give as my fingers pressed into her shaven skin. I could feel my cock pulsing underneath her, with every heartbeat getting bigger and bigger, throbbing against the fleshy part of her ass. Again…our heads and eyes hadn’t moved–we were still focused on that screen, not wanting to break the trance.

G-strings are very, very sexy, but the strange thing is they do actually get wedged deep between the cheeks and awkwardly stick to the folds and lips of a pussy–with additional wetness making the fabric more difficult to move–so working my way from pubic mound I had to also pull the string down and out a little to give my fingers un-interfered access to her clit–which was totally beyond it’s hood and practically standing at attention waiting for my fingers. Moving the g-string out of the way I could tell her entire area was drenched–from the fleshy area of her tush meeting her inner thigh down to her sensitive taint area–she had a slickness to her so by the time my fingers were able to situate on either side of her aroused button they were already pretty soaked.

I started to rub her clit between my fingers, keeping my arm and wrist perfectly still. I was almost lightly rolling it between my index and middle, alternately pressing on the skin just around the outside of her hood. Her hand squeezed mine a little tighter, pressing her breast down. I kept it up, feeling her skin start to sweat a little and her breath silently pick up. I could feel the slightest quiver from her legs–she was trying to get as much as she could while also stay as perfectly still as possible.

It wasn’t long until her hand that was squeezing mine couldn’t squeeze much tighter and she started to dig her nails into my fingers. The pain turned me on as I turned my head from the tv and positioned my mouth just against the back of her ear, her still wet hair tickling my face. I kept pressing and rolling her clit, feeling the quiver between her legs build and build, like a low hum getting louder. I raised my other hand off her breast just slightly, wanting her hand to release me–and she did, moving it down to grip my own thigh, holding on as her orgasm approached. The now-free hand on her breast I moved until her hard nipple was between my thumb and index finger. I could feel her orgasm approaching, so close to cresting, manipulating the clit between my fingers, letting my breath hit the back of her ear. She was so close now I was super-afraid she was going to let out a noise (when just us she had quite the orgasms–the moan-loudly-while-hips-buck, sitting-up-and-hitting-me kind). Just as I felt the wave start I squeezed her nipple between my two fingers are hard as I could, sending a jolt of electricity through her and bringing her over the edge–her hips rocking ever so slightly, her hand squeezing the outside of my leg, and her nose flaring once, twice, three times. I watched her eyes close and her lips part, teeth just showing as she herself let go for the slightest second before opening them quickly and looking over to the recliner. I withdrew my hand as her orgasm started to subside, perhaps a little too early but not taking any extra chances. My fingers were soaking wet and I was concerned about getting the sticky wetness on the blanket so I wiped them on her thigh and against the inside of her sweatpant. I moved my hand off her breast and moved it down to the side of her stomach–still in her shirt and feeling her smooth skin, but nothing that would be scandalous. She turned her head back and gave me a quick, “innocent”, peck on the lips. As she moved her head back she whispered, “just wait”, then stole a last glance toward her dad to make sure he hadn’t heard.

He hadn’t, and we were in the clear–except I was insanely horny and needed to really paw at her, get her clothes off, get my cock in either her mouth or her pussy and release the all this tension.

She later told me that while I was taking my shower he’d mentioned needing to run to the store in a bit, so she’d known we would have a little bit of time alone later. Thus, the only surprise was for me alone (albeit a devine surprise) when he stood up a few commercial breaks later and said he’d be back soon. We didn’t move from the couch as we watched him cross the room, into the foyer, open the access door and shut it behind him. We didn’t move as we heard the garage door open, his car door open and close, the interminable delay before he started the engine, and finally the crunch of him rolling down the driveway. We craned our heads to look over the couch and out the front window as his car went to the stop sign and turned left, out of our site.

She turned to me and looked me right on the eyes. “We don’t have much time, so fuck me right now”. With that she got up, gripped the waistband of her sweats, pulled them down over her ass, and gave me a little raised eyebrow look as she shimmied out of them, the shimmying allowing me to barely see her nipples brushing against the too-large tee as her breast jiggled. I stood up too and pulled the waistband of my pants down to just to my thigh, my cock springing upward. I find it annoying to have shirts interfere during sex, so I reached behind my neck and pulled my tee off with one hand in one motion (used to do that getting my warm-ups off me just before a wrestling match), and throwing it to the floor.. By the time I did so she was leaning over with her hands against the cushions of the couch, ass up in the air for me to enter, facing the window from which we’d just watched her dad’s car disappear.

I moved to position myself behind her and felt the cushiness of her ass against my thigh as I reached up to bunch her tee toward the top of her torso (so it wouldn’t interfere) causing her breasts to release and sway.

She was pretty nervous he’d come back soon and was intently loooking out the window but still was in the zone enough to say, “fuck me”, almost in a matter of fact way. Before I even had a chance to position myself she repeated “Fuck me!” with more force. I pressed the head of my cock against the outside of her wetness (we didn’t use condoms as she was on BC), but she kind of had an innie of a pussy, where her lips weren’t visible from the outside, just a smooth fold on each side, and I didn’t want to push in at the wrong angle. She leaned over more, so one elbow was resting on the couch and then reached back with her other hand, first trying to guide my cock in but switching tact when she realized her arm wasn’t long enough at this angle. Instead she kind of cupped her ass cheek and pulled it wide, presenting more of herself to me. I used my hand to slowly guide my cock in, and then, once past, pushed the rest of my shaft in until I felt her skin tickling against my pubic hair.

“Hurry, he’s going to come back,” she said, looking out the window. It’d probably been 45 seconds,a minute or 2 tops since he’d left, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. If it didn’t happen now it’d be hours until we were alone again. I grabbed her hips and just started thrusting, feeling my sack lewdly slap against her with each thrust. She let out a satisfied “ugggh” and I slapped her ass once pretty well, a good satisfying fleshy loud smack.

“Fuck me”, she said again–and I did, holding her hips in place, sometimes moving my hand to palm her ass, slapping it every so often, but mainly just thrusting and pumping back and forth, not with any grace but just with a wild animalistic lust. That’s when she decided to switch to dirty talk mode and oh my god, this girl was an accomplished dirty talker, and she didn’t disappoint.

“Give me your load. Give it to me.” she said. “I want it. I want your load. I want to feel it in me.”

(Honestly, I have no idea where she learned to talk like that–she didn’t talk like that until we’d been together for a while and she never watched porn or anything like that. It had started suddenly one night a few months before while we’d been (again) staying at her dad’s and she’d snuck into my bed, took my hand, put it between her legs and just started talking (please do not forget, this girl was religious in the daytime). She didn’t degrade herself or anything, which was fine (so no slut or whore talk), but she’d begged, in a pleading babydoll voice, “Play with my clit, my wet little clit because I need it. Just finger me until I cum, please please please. Please finger me” (btw, I’d been fingering her while she was saying this). “You can put your cock in my ass next time we have sex if you just finger me. My asshole wants your cock.” (btw, I’d never asked to put my cock in her ass–and we never actually did). She went on for a good 4 minutes, in a begging, whining voice that was awesome, and I fingered her until she climaxed. She gave me a a blowjob, I came in her mouth, she ran to the bathroom to spit it out, came back and gave me a kiss goodnight, left, and not 30 seconds later the door opened again, with her dad asking if I’d accidentally brought the remote in with me.)

I was really pounding her now, the slapping sound of my thighs and her ass loud in the house. I liked looking down and seeing the ripple go through her ass everytime I thrust. She kept looking straight ahead out the window, making sure her dad’s car didn’t come around that corner–but still talking, “Pleeeease give me your load. Shoot it deep in me, pleeease. I need it please. I’m being good, I’m asking for it. Shoot your fucking load in my pussy with your hard cock! Give it to me! Give me your load!!” I never got desensitized to that dirty talk (I’m still a big fan), and within probably 2 minutes I was doing just as she asked, my load pulsing out of me, my cock buried as much inside her as I could get, feeling her pillowy ass cheeks against my thigh muscles.

I quickly pulled out, my cock drenched, and a bit of semen followed, coming out of her pussy, running onto the side of her thigh. She once told me that the feeling of cum leaking out of her was one of her favorite things–especially if she could feel my load run down her leg later when she was in class or at work. At the time I didn’t know the term creampie, but if she ever meets a guy who has a fetish for them she will be his perfect girl.

We got dressed quickly and laid back on the couch. Her dad came back about 10 minutes later. Never suspected a thing.

Thanks again for all the kind words so far! Hope you enjoyed my reminiscence! I will try to get to the cheating wife, but if it’s okay I might recall something else before then.

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