[MF] How The MILF From Downstairs Tricked Me Into Fucking Her One More Time (Husband Finds Out)

[Part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8z624j/mf_fucking_the_monogamy_out_of_the_married_milf/)

[Part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/90agot/mf_fucking_the_monogamy_out_of_the_married_milf/)

[Part three](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/91ag6t/mf_the_last_time_i_will_ever_fuck_the_milf_who/)

Hello. It’s me again. Three weeks ago, I posted about the “last time” I’d ever fuck the married MILF who lives downstairs. She had displayed some pretty crazy features, and I thought it was best to shut that shit down. After all, many of you commented and warned me her husband was probably going to kick my ass. I decided it was best to not respond to any of her text messages. She sent me multiple messages for about a week after I ghosted her, but then all the messages stopped.

For the past two weeks, I hadn’t heard from her. I did see her once with her husband a week ago, but thankfully they didn’t see me. I won’t lie, I’ve thought about her a lot the past few weeks. She is an incredible fuck and has my favorite type of body. As I’ve mentioned before, she looks very similar to [Sarah Shahi](https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5a/88/5a/5a885aaeb1dcc3665ac9aa7e4f31eaf7.jpg). I love a woman with curves and *~history~* on her body, and by history on her body I don’t mean a tattoo of George Washington. I’m talking about a few stretch marks, maybe a scar from an injury years ago, a burn mark from baking cookies or some shit…stuff like that. Perfection is impossible to achieve, so taking complete control of what you have and putting it on full display is something I can literally get behind.

So yeah, Blanca had been on my mind, and when she texted me Sunday night to inform me she had kicked her husband out of the apartment and was now a “free woman,” I gave in and rushed downstairs.

She opened the door wearing what looked to be a ‘laundry day’ type outfit. The leggings she wore had holes in them and her oversized t-shirt had multiple stains. She still looked stunning, of course. If we’re being honest here, leggings and an oversized t-shirt (with no bra underneath) might be my favorite style for a woman. I’ve never been the type to blow my load over the lingerie + high heels combo. It just doesn’t look comfortable, and how can I be 100% into it when I know you’re probably thinking, “Fuck, my feet are killing me!” TAKE THOSE HEELS OFF, GURL! PUT ON SOME BIRKENSTOCKS!

“You’ve been ignoring me…” she said as I walked inside.

“Because you’re married,” I replied.

“I kicked him out last night.”

“How come?”

“Do you really want to talk about my failed marriage?”

She walked closer to me and put her hand on my chest, “Wouldn’t you rather do something else?” she asked while looking up at me and pouting. I placed my hand on the side of her face and pulled her in for a long and passionate kiss. The kiss started with just lips and ended with 90% tongue. It probably looked a bit ridiculous, but we were both ridiculously horny. I grabbed her by the waist and pinned her against the wall. My hands traveled to the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head.

Her fucking glorious tits greeted me. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I attacked her breasts with my mouth. She placed one hand on the back of my head and grabbed my hair, using her grip to pull me from one breast to the other. I was biting, sucking and licking. There was enough of my saliva covering her tits to make it look like she had just gotten out of the shower. Like I said, this shit was sloppy and dripping with desperation. Even if I had changed my mind in the middle of this session, I bet her pussy would have expanded and sucked my whole body in before I was able to leave.

As I continued to treat her tits with the respect they deserved, she started to grind against me. My cock was hard and screaming to be released from my sweatpants. I carried her to the bed. I took off my shirt and my pants, and she followed by peeling off her leggings. She reached out, grabbed my dick and pulled me on top of her. We kissed again. The head of my cock was now pressing against her wetness, but not fully going in. This drove her mad, “Please. Fuck me,” she whispered.

I ignored her request for another minute or so and continued to slide my cock up and down her pussy, and then as her frustration reached max level, I pushed myself inside of her. The look on her face was something I’ll never forget. It’s like the face you make when you’re finally able to pee after being stuck inside a car during a road trip. I fucked her slowly, at first. She had her head back, eyes closed and her mouth was open the entire time, switching between moans and heavy breathing. I leaned forward and kissed her neck, working my way up to her ear. I didn’t whisper anything. Instead, I just let my breathing and the occasional moan do the work.

My thrusts became deeper and more frequent as she brought her hand to her mouth to give it a good lick. She then reached between us and coated her clit with her saliva. I knew what she wanted at that point. I pressed my body firmly against hers and kept my strokes short to make sure my body stayed in constant contact with her clit. She wiggled her body against mine, pushing herself up into me.

“I’m gonna cum, don’t stop,” she moaned/whispered. It was one of the first times I heard a woman say “don’t stop” outside of porn and that one scene in Jerry Maguire.

I did not stop. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest as she slid her hands down to my ass and squeezed roughly. I’m pretty sure I still have marks from her nails. I could feel a rush of wetness surround my cock, “Oh, fuck, fuck!” she yelled as her orgasm peaked. After catching her breath and coming down from the high, she pushed me off and went straight to my cock. It was as if she was malnourished and my cock was a tall glass of orange juice. She took my entire length inside her mouth, her tongue swirling all over the place. She then licked up and down my shaft while looking up at me, basically begging me to cum with her eyes. Once she wrapped her hand around and started stroking, I was done. When cum started to shoot out, she wrapped her lips around the head to catch every last drop.

“Wow…” is all I could say. It might have been one of the best fucks of my life. She smiled at me, kissed me and pressed her warm tits against my chest.

…and then shit hit the fan. I took my time leaving, ’cause I thought she had kicked her husband out. We talked for at least 15-20 minutes after fucking, and as I was closing the door to leave her apartment, the husband came walking down the apartment hallway. He waved at me, “Hey, hawkeme! What are you doing?” Oh, fuck. I think a million thoughts were bouncing around my brain like a Plinko chip. What slot would the chip fall in?

* Ass whoopin’
* Death by gunfire
* Choked out
* Kick to the balls
* Baseball bat to the head
* FIRE
* STEEL CAGE MATCH

Thankfully, nothing but extreme awkwardness happened. Before I could answer him, Blanca came out (wearing nothing but her shirt) and basically told him she had been cheating on him. Apparently, she didn’t kick him out. She lied to me, lied to him…it’s all fucked up. I told him my side of everything, apologized to him, and he honestly didn’t seem THAT mad. I mean, obviously he was pissed and upset, but I got the feeling that they argued a lot and it didn’t feel like there was a lot of love left. They were still arguing when I left. The highlights being, “You’re a fucking alcoholic! Look at your belly, it’s disgusting…I hate you!” and “Well, at least I’m not a nasty ass bitch!”

Not sure what they’re going to do, but I have a feeling they will be moving out soon.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/97eaic/mf_how_the_milf_from_downstairs_tricked_me_into