When I went to orientation for my first year of teaching, I met Lisa, a fellow English teacher who taught strictly seniors courses, whereas I taught mostly behavior disorder and learning disordered junior and senior high students. We became fast friends due to the fact we both had the exact same taste in music. We would talk about all of the concerts we had been to the past summer, and turns out we went to a lot of the same festivals, just at different locations. Since she had just relocated from Michigan, her husband still hadn’t found a teaching job in our area, so they were living about 8 hours apart.
At first, I was oblivious to her intentions with me, since in my mind, she was married and there was about a 10 year age difference between us. We went to 6 concerts together the entire school year, and each time I’d drop her off home, it’d be extremely late, but she’d still invite me inside of a night cap. I declined each time, mostly due to the fact that I was usually feeling pretty tired after the shows and would have to work my second job on the weekends. It wasn’t until I went to my friend’s band’s concert that I realized she was interested in more than friendship.
In casual conversation, I mentioned that I was heading out of town for the weekend to go to my friend’s place since it was around my birthday and his band was playing a show at the local bowling alley. She asked if she could come along, and innocently enough, I said sure, since we’d already gone to a handful of shows and she liked their CD that I gave her. Turns out, her intentions were anything but innocent.
The night began fairly standardly; we got to Madison, grabbed some booze, and started pre-gaming before the concert. Since my friend had some other people over in the apartment that night for the concert, I figured It would be okay for Lisa and I to share the room that had a bed and a sofa bed in it. I was young, I was naïve, but perhaps, in the back of my head, I secretly wanted something to happen between us.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that Lisa was unattractive; she was a little over 5 feet tall with some fairly large breasts for her size, short brown hair and a little on the chubby side, but not too much. I just wasn’t that attracted to her since I knew she was married and I viewed her as simply a friend. But, my friend alcohol, who is the destroyer of inhibitions and the bringer of casual sex, stepped in and opened my eyes to nearly 8 months of sexual hinting.
After the concert and we got back to the room, I was pretty inebriated. When I get drunk, I am the happiest person you will ever meet, and Lisa, who hadn’t really drank all that much, was reveling in my openness. As I went to lay down on my sofa bed, she came over and whispered into my ear “My husband has fucked me in over 2 years; I need a dick inside of me.”
This was new information (probably) to me. I knew that they were living apart and that they only saw each other 1-2 times a month, but I didn’t realize that their marriage had gotten to the point of losing out on physical attraction. All of a sudden, as if it were one of the revelatory moments in a movie, my mind flashed back to all of the times she and I had hung out before. All of the seemingly innocent invites were truly sexual invitations to give her something that her husband hadn’t done so in years.
Despite being drunk, I said “Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to do anything that you’ll regret.”
She looked at me, and very matter-of-factly stated “My husband is over 400 pounds. I used to be 400 pounds, too. When I lost nearly 250 pounds, he stopped trying because he was afraid he would hurt me. Even getting on top of him was too difficult for us, so we just stopped trying.”
Well, that was all of the coaxing I needed (thanks alcohol!). She started to undo my pants and started sucking on my thighs; this girl didn’t play around! This was about the time I realized that she had a tongue ring, as I felt the tip of the ball flick against the tip of my head. I was not expecting that particular sensation, and almost pushed her off of me. I regrouped, and let her continue devouring on my cock.
I could tell that she had a lot of pent-up sexual frustration to let out, for she was going to town on me like a kid in a candy shop, licking, biting, sucking every inch of my cock and balls. This was the most intense blow job I had had in years, and thanks to my good buddy alcohol, I had the stamina or a porn star. If I would have been sober, the first 2 minutes of her sexual assault would have brought me to climax, but thanks to the numbing effects of everything I drank that night, I was reveling in the sensation without blowing in her mouth.
She dined on my penis for about 10 minutes before coming up for air. It was about this time I realized that sex would be out of the question, since I wasn’t expecting sex that night and hadn’t brought any condoms. Like a good girl scout, she came prepared, and put the condom on my dick with her teeth.
We fell onto the ground as not to make any unnecessary noise, and she straddled me, unleashing her breasts for me to see, and were they every nice! I had never had a sexual experience with a chick with pierced nipples, so now I was the kid in the candy store; I needed to have those in my mouth. She straddled onto my cock while I was biting her nipples, and she whispered into my ear “My pussy’s also pierced”. This was getting even better!
She rode me for about 10 minutes, bucking up and down on my erect member, and the look of joy on her face as she rode me was satisfaction enough for me. I didn’t really see this as a necessary hook up for me; I could’ve gone without this, but it was helping out a friend, and a friend in need is a friend indeed.
I could tell that she was getting a little tired, so I pushed her off of me, flipped her over, and began to pound her doggy style. I grabbed onto her hips and went full boar on that pussy, going all the way in and out in a fast rhythm. I could feel her climaxing, so I slowed down my technique just enough for her to compose herself before giving her another volley of thrusts.
Another 10 or so minutes passed, and I was starting to get tired, and she had already climaxed 4 times; I was ready to give up, but then she said to me “You can fuck me in the ass if you want to.” I was just checking off a lot on my sexual to-do list this night. Since her pussy was so wet, no lube was necessary to get into her tight little ass. The added tightness of her hole was just the extra oomph I need to finally explode.
After finishing inside her ass, I pulled out and slumped onto the floor, sweat pouring from every inch of my body. It took me a few minutes to get my heart rate back to normal. She pressed her breasts up against me and even though I was spent, she wanted me to bite her nipples. Despite having just fucked for almost an hour non-stop, she had 2 years of sexual frustration to get out, and since I could work her breasts while laying down, I was happy to oblige.
Within 5 minutes, I was fully erect again, and she noticed. “Too bad I only brought one condom,” she said coyly, “but that doesn’t mean we still can’t have some fun”. She moved back down to my cock once more and began to devour it once more. Since my tip was still sensitive from my last expulsion, it only took about 10 minutes for her to get me ready to climax. As a good gentleman, I informed her I was about to blow, which, to my surprise, made her stop moving up and down on my cock and stuffed it as far down her throat as she could, her tongue flicking my scrotum as she waited for my hot jizz to enter her throat. This girl did not mess around.
She said thank you to me with a huge smile ear to ear on her face, kissed me on the cheek, and told me goodnight as she got up to go to her bed. I stayed on the floor for a couple of minutes, having just cum twice in 20 minutes and needing to regain my composure. I got up, got onto my sofa bed, and fell asleep quickly, the effects of alcohol and sex taking over my body.
The next morning, I woke up to her titty-fucking my cock, beginning by rubbing the tips of her nipples on the tip of cock. The cold metal sensation of her piercings brought me and my penis to full attention. She stuffed my cock between her breasts as she worked my cock up and down between her milky pillows. After a few minutes of this, she started to go down on me once again, bringing me to climax within 5 minutes. Again, I gave her the heads up that I was about to blow, but this time knowing that she wanted every drop down her throat; I was wrong. She pulled her mouth back and commanded me to squirt all over her breasts; I obliged, my hot stream spraying across both of her giant breasts. She started to rub the cum across her chest playfully before grabbing her boobs and licking my juice off of her. This turned me on almost instantly watching her devour my cum, and she began to suck on my flaccid cock until it came back to full attention.
My nerve endings were on fire! I had never been with such a cock-hungry woman before, and to think, I could have had this going on a lot sooner had I picked up on social cues. She worked me over again, and this time, she deep-throated me as I climaxed down her throat. The tip of my dick was exhausted, my balls were exhausted, I had no more sex left in me to give.
We got up, drove back to her house, and she invited me into her house. While the thought of more sex with a desperately sex-starved woman was inviting, I thought it best to leave it as a one-time thing. I was sober now, and even though she said it was okay with her husband, I still had my reservations about what I had done.
*Epilogue*
Two weeks after school ended, Lisa and her husband stopped by my house to pick up some CD’s I had made for them. This was the first time I met him, and he was on the extremely large side. Since I hadn’t met him before, I shook his hand and as we shook, he leaned into me and said “Thanks for fucking my wife for me; she really needed it. I just can’t do it anymore due to my health, and I’m glad you showed her a good time”.
I sheepishly replied “You’re welcome?” as I had no idea how to truly reply to that. It turns out she was telling the truth, and I turned out to be a hero for their marriage. I have no idea where they are now or how they are doing, since I stopped working at that school and have relocated several times in the past few years, but I’m glad that my average-yet-mighty cock could help out any way it could.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6wfvyo/my_first_experience_with_a_married_woman_long
Fantastic story. May be time to look her up? ;)