After a half decade long vanilla sex relationship, I wanted to explore my kinkier side. I created an account with FetLife, messaging women who shared similar kinks to mine. And that’s when I saw her. Beth. Well, at least I think I saw her. Her face was blurred. She promised in her bio that she and her husband were both very good looking people, but due to their careers, they had to keep things under wraps.
But there were clues. For starters, her name was Beth and her husband’s name was Richard. One photo included a photo of their dog, a boxer, which looked oddly similar to the one on her FB page.
Beth came to my gym and there was a distinct attraction. She was stunning. Short hair. Big breasts. Muscular, but not in an aggressive sort of way. I knew she was married, which is why I never pushed the flirting, but then, there she was! On FetLife, saying she and her husband enjoyed swinging, wife swaps, threesomes, and an open marriage.
I sent her a message and said, “Boy, you sure look familiar.”
Of course, my face was obscured, too, since I wasn’t exactly confident enough to list my fetishes online next to a photo of myself. But I dropped a clue in the message to her saying if she didn’t respond, I wouldn’t take it personally and I’d still see her around the gym.
“Hi!” She wrote back. “I’ve wanted to play with you for so long, but you know how it is. It’s not exactly the sort of thing I can bring up at the gym. And a lot of people react weirdly to open marriages, so … I didn’t say anything. Oh, I’m so glad you found me! Meet me for drinks tonight at the bar across from the gym. 7pm.”
When I walked into the bar, I found her sitting in the back, removed from the others. I sat down next to her and ordered an Old Fashioned. She wasted zero time, leaning in, kissing me deeply. My cock began to swell as she ran her hands over my thighs, inching closer and closer. I throbbed. Pulsed. My hand drifted under her skirt and slid her panties to the side. Within a few minutes, I was rubbing her clit, bringing her to orgasm. She moaned and nibbled on my ear until she trembled and came, quietly.
“That was nice,” she giggled.
After that, we sat and chatted at length about everything from work to family, travel plans, weekend plans, etc. We got along, had a great time, and then, she glanced at her watch. It was getting late. Time to head home. She happened to live a few blocks away, and so I walked her home.
We got into a quiet, more isolated part of the neighborhood and she led me down an alley.
“They’re building a new house here,” Beth said. “Come with me.”
We crawled into an excavator they’d left on the site and she undid my pants and pushed me into the seat, getting on top. It was chilly out. She rode me with my pants around my ankles, her skirt lifted up. She grinded, taking all of me inside of her, giggling, laughing, moaning as I rubbed her clit with one hand and pulled her closer with the other. She lifted her shirt up and pressed her erect nipples into my mouth. I sucked them, bit them softly as she rode up and down slowly, making every moment count. Her pussy was creamy. She whispered that she had been very horny lately.
She slid off of my cock and down to her knees, licking her grool from my cock. She took me into her mouth.
“Do you like the way your pussy tastes?” I asked.
“I love it,” she said between mouthfuls. She guided her tongue from the tip of my cock to the base and then sucked my balls while she stroked me.
“Cum on my face,” she whispered. I stood up and took my cock, taking aim. I stroked my cock while she rubbed her pussy.
“I want to cum when you cum,” I said.
“Okay,” she said, rubbing her clit faster. I slowed down, waiting for her command. And then, it happened.
“I’m gonna cum,” she whispered.
I stepped forward and sprayed sperm all over her face, launching rope after rope of thick cum across her face, through her hair, down her neck, into her mouth. I trembled as she trembled, soaking her with nut until my balls emptied. She sat, unmoved, relishing in the moment. I stepped back and pulled my pants up as she remained on her knees.
“It’s so warm. So much cum. Oh my god, so much.”
And then, while still on her knees, she urinated inside of the excavator, pissing all over the place. When she finished, she stood, fixed her wardrobe and we walked the rest of the way to her house, her face splattered with my load.
We got to her front door and she sighed.
“That was lovely,” she said. “Thank you so much.”
“Sure,” I said as she walked into her house and closed the door. I turned around and walked home, wondering if I’d get the chance to see her again and maybe share her with her husband.
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