Relinquishing all control to the older man (51) who fucked me last night (28) [MF]

I was having trouble falling asleep Wednesday night, so naturally around 1 o’clock in the morning, I was perusing an app on my phone, where like minded individuals met up for like minded activities. I usually start conversations with, “Hey! How are you?” or “What are some things you are into?”. However, this night of all nights, since I was not feeling like myself, after matching up with a handsome gentlemen, I started relaying my sleeping problem, in hopes talking to someone about it would help. Instead of leaving, or asking in a cheesy way, the ways he could help, he stayed for some chit chat and asked about my day. After a while, he reminded me I should get some rest, and we said our goodnights. Of all the conversations I’ve had on that app, as explicit and sexual as they can be, that one was probably my favorite, and without a doubt, most intimate. I just felt very safe and close to him.

Fast forward to Friday evening, as I was working out at the gym, I received a message from him that read, “Just wanted to say Hi”, and from there we made plans to meet up. I already had someone else ready to meet up as well, and we agreed upon a MMF. For the sake of anonymity, let’s just call them John and David. John being the man I met Wednesday, and David being the one I already plans to meet up with.

As I was getting ready for the date, I had started to shave myself in the shower. This is usually the part where my nerves will start to build up for evening, as I’m thinking of all the ways we’re going to enjoy ourselves that night. I sometimes shave my pussy bare, other times, I’ll trim, or on a day like that one, I left a little landing strip. I couldn’t help but get aroused as I was detailing it, and after as I was done, just placed my razor aside, and started to caress my delicate pearl, fantasizing of all the ways John would enjoy it. After cumming a bit, I realized I’d better hurry, as our date was an hour away. Funny how time can pass like that, when you get lost in such ideas. So I finished bathing, dried off, did my hair, makeup, and got dressed (in that order).

David picked me up, and we headed our way to John’s, and within minutes of being at his place, we had started.

Some guys are pretty nervous when we first meet up (David and I always play together) so when we meet our third, they sometimes want to make small talk, or big talk (for like hours), other will want to drink first, or even eat out at a restaurant. However, within an exchange of a few sentences, we were ready to start. John’s eyes were glued to me the moment I stepped out of the truck in his drive way, and he wasted no time once I told him I was ready. (Just for reference, we were all sitting on a couch, David to the left of me, with John to my right). As John stood up in front of me, it was almost like he didn’t know what to do first. His eyes went from my face, to my breasts, to my waist, and hips, then all over again. After a few seconds of indecision, he finally started to move towards me, before immediately stopping himself to ask, “May I kiss you?”. Consent turns me on, so I gave him this beautiful smile, and said yes, and we started.

Between kisses, he started to tell me how sexy I was, how beautiful, and what a gorgeous body I had. From the moment he started doing this, he never really stopped throughout the entire night. This is probably where I should mention I’m an attractive 28 year old, and although very attractive as well, John was 51. The age difference was a huge turn on to me, but without it, I would have been equally attracted to John just the same. He had a way of talking to me, both sexually and non sexually, that made me feel very comfortable and safe, and that is probably the most important thing to me, in a partner.

As we continued to make out, I glanced over at David sparingly, as John gently picked up my shirt over my arms, and started massage my breasts. He stopped here, just to stare at them, and almost at in a moment of “Is this really happening?” sighed, and continued to make his way to my nipples. Fast forward to my shorts being off, panties to the side, with David making me first cum here, he started to unbuckle his pants, before I asked, “Here, or in the bedroom?”. Without hesitation, he motioned whatever I was comfortable with, and we went to the bedroom.

David removed my bra with on hand, and the night had started. I can’t recall every detail from here, as a night of sexual hysteria unraveled, but unbeknownst to me, it had lasted over 5 hours. It honestly felt like 1. Just one thing after another, and another. John showering me with a limitless amount of compliments, condoms being ripped open left and right, moaning and cumming, moaning and cumming. It just never seemed to end. For the most part, I felt as if I was the center of attention. If John was fucking me, David would either be sucking on my breasts, or shoving his cock down my throat. If David was fucking me, John was either kissing me, and at one point, (with David fucking me missionary style) went down to lick my clit, which was all too much. If we weren’t fucking, we were making out. If we weren’t making out, we were at least touching. There was never a moment I was not engaged in both of them, and of course they two had their fun.

In addition to my first time being double penetrated, and watching John face fuck David, my favorite part was probably a time John fucked me. I honestly don’t remember if this was the first, last or middle, it was honestly such an manic experience. But at one point, as I was in the middle of the bed, with John standing at the side, without exerting much force, had grabbed my ankles and threw me towards him. Which honestly surprised me because he was such a lean fit kind of man, so I let out this surprised laugh, which immediately went away as soon as he started fucking me. I was just at the edge of the bed, with him standing, so nothing fancy, but fuck, was it intense. He had this grab which didn’t allow me to squirm one bit, and instead of trying to fight him, it was almost like I had no room but to surrender to his hold. I made no intention of looking pretty, as I’m always concern that I do, but instead just allowed him to use my body as he saw fit. I moaned uncontrollably, to a point where my moans had started to produce tears. I was no longer smiling at this point, than just making a face of pure anguish. In addition to his strong thrusts, he started flickering away at my precious clit, holding my other two hands aside. It was no longer soft tears falling down my face, but an all out bawl, which descended to whimpers as he winded down.

I’m not sure what it was exactly about that fuck, but it stood out quite a bit, as it was happening, and even now as I look back on the evening. Something about completely relinquish all control of the situation, which is something I normally do not do, stands out so much.

I have to go now, but hope y’all enjoyed this read. Thanks!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aox946/relinquishing_all_control_to_the_older_man_51_who