Prologue
You were in a good place, your messy divorce behind you, your ex husband had finally gotten past his issues and you two worked a civil, if not warm relationship. Stuff was good. Stuff was stable. Stuff was better than it had been ages. You were finally able to explore your deepest desires. Pushing your limits, finding new partners and not bending to the pressures that had bound you in your marriage. You frequently found partners in your network of music lovers, pot growers, and artsy photogs. You blissfully bounched from lover to lover, each time pushing your limits a little further each rendezvous. Your FWB network quickly grew and your limits turned into requirements. You found little satisfaction with safe, transitional sex.
You cross partners off your list who hesitate to join you on your wild ride to the peak of your sexual reawakening. You work your way through your sexual bucket list and eventually work yourself upto your riskiest kink. You text your FWB an address. It was the local park that had a long nature trail that overlooked a beatiful bluff. You had spent a lot of time scouting out the location for your next ploy. You two meet over lunch, exchanging awkward hellos in the parking lot before hitting the trial for your short hike up to the bluff. You carry a red and black plaid blanket with you, hopeing you get to use it for your next romp. You two get to the top of the trail, looking out over the forresr below, the sun directly above you, giving you a rough estimate of how much time you have left before you need to get back to the office. You two dont mince words as you unfold the blanket, he unsprings his cock, hard from watching your purple cotton skirt disappear between your round cheeks, slight sweat marks filling in between your cheeks from the hike and beating down sun. You feel your heat pouring out of your pussy, your white cotton thong doing its best to wick moisture from your lower lips.
You turn around and see your prize hanging in the breeze. You pull him close, his musk hits your nose as your tongue meets the tip of his cock. You push his tio past your lips, taking all of his thick meaty cock, sucking him hard and fast. You are squatting infront of him, legs spread as you feel the refreshing breeze hit your overheated cunt. You taste a drop of precum on your tongue as he pulls you closer, the wide tip of his cock pressing the back of your thoat as you push his cock in and out. You break your seal, and he snaps back to reality. You stand up, pushing your way past your lunch date, telling him you need a minute to “freshen up” he is in a boner induced hazz and mumbles as he lays down on the soft blanket, feeling your warm spit chill on his now throbbing cock, his orgasm retreating from the brink.
You strafe through the woods, finding a large oak tree to lean against as you lift your skirt up and pull your thong down, stepping out of the soaked fabric. You release a warm stream of clear pee, you had meant to go before you left the office, but so many people bugged you on your way to the bathroom you actually forgot. The stream flows out of your cunt and past your feet in a tiny river. You finish up, pulling a baby wipe out of your purse, giving your sweaty bits a thorough wipe down, knowing they would be in close contact soon. You return to see your date taking snap chat pics of his hardon with the mountains in the background. You roll your eyes, thinking he was an idiot, but had a great cock and was nice enough. You straddle him, pulling your skirt up enough to snake a hand behind you, grabbing his 8″ of pleasure by the base and guiding it into your wanting pussy. You moan loudly as he pushes into you. He puts one hand on on your chest, pulling down the flimsy tank that you are wearing, taking your lacy white bra cup with it. You lean back, pulling both tits out, adjusting your bra to sit under them, holding them in place nicely.
You move your hips back and forth, grindinf your sensitive spots into his steel dick, feeling an intense orgasm build, moved along by his attentive hands, lifting your skirt up, exposing your bare ass to the bluff and causing an eruption of goose bumps to pop. You ride him faster as you feel your walls close in, your breath shortens as his thursts lengthen, your nipples erect as his cock. You lose track of where you are, whats at risk, and what you should be doing. You slam your pussy down on him, immobilized he leans back and stares up at the strong, confident red head that was fucking him just off a trail in a state park.
You finially get there, pushing yourself over the ledge, you explode with the strongest orgasm you have had in years, dripping clear slick fluid over him, washing his well timed orgasm out of your swolleb lips. You hold your position, his cock burried in your cunt, your ass hanging out of your skirt, and your perky tits enjoying the cool breeze. You are drug back to reality by the sounds of an officer clearing her throat.
She was pretty enough, taller than you, and even in her baggy uniform you could tell she was inshape. She could probably squat more than you weigh. She slowly pulls off her mirrored aviator sunglasses, revealing a badly blacken eye. “Oh wow, that looks bad, did a criminal do that to you?” You ask, still sitting on top of your FWB, his cock softened in your hot, cum drenched slit. She looks you in the eye, never looking away. “Actually my husband did it. Right before he took off to fuck some red headed slut in the park.”
Your stomach drops, you are frozen. Do you get of her husband? Did you seriously not remember to put your tits away? Should you act shocked her is married? Does she know your fucking? She answers a lot of questions, holding up the thong you left by your tree potty. “Ill add littering to your rap sheet. Its going to be a good one. The boys in evidence always like a good set of whores panties.” She was being so harsh, so judgemental, but you did currently have her husband inside you. You slowly put your breasts away, sheepishly sliding off her man, feeling a rush of cum drop out of you. You blush as you pick the thong off her extended finger, sliding it under your skirt, and up over your seeping slit.
Its a dead silent ride to the station. He sits up front, which you find odd, but have a ray of hope as you see them hold hands on the way. You get to the station and are booked in, meeting with a judge right away, going over the possible outcomes with the provided attorney. You are giving a choice of going to court or taking a plea deal. No jail, no sex offenders list, but forced community service, and at least 2 years of documeted Sex Addicts Anonymous (SAA) meetins. You take your medicine and go with the plea, finding a SAA group that met close by, filling your Wednesday night for the foreseeable future.
You are shaking as you walk into the smoky room, the venue is a back room in a local pool hall. No churches open their doors for SAA… You take a seat and listen to all the members speak, thinking “fucking amatures” through most the stories. Finally your attention is risen as you see a tall man, in a well fitting suit walk in and go straight to the podium.
“Hi, my name is Tom, and i am a sex addict.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6o9uwj/mfnonconsex_addict_tall_dark_and_handsome_part_1