[So I already shared the story of my first outing with Melanie](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bzfptc/partying_and_fighting_and_sex_oh_my_mf/) many, many years ago. We could never really get along as a couple outside of the bedroom, but I never had more sexual chemistry with a woman than I had with her. But life kicks in. We both went our separate ways, got married, had kids, got divorced, etc.
I saw Melanie’s friend request on Facebook, and my first thought was “Well that’s a name I never thought I’d hear again.” And I would find out that 20 years changes a lot of things. In this case, it was largely for the good. She still had an absolutely amazing rack; for a woman in her late 30s who had multiple children, her tits hardly sagged at all. At least, nowhere near as much as you’d think they would. Further, she had dropped a good deal of weight, and her somewhat slimmer body had accentuated her boobs just that much more. Melanie was always a very confident, aggressive woman in bed. But now she was at a whole new level.
Ever watch a porno where the acting is bad even by porn standards? Where you sit there and say “Oh, come on. Nobody talks like that”. It’s almost immersion-breaking. I’m here to say….some people talk like that. Looking back, it’s almost comical to remember some of the things she said, but in the heat of the moment…it was actually pretty hot. I’ll admit that I’ve forgotten a lot of the things that we said to each other, so this story is probably a bit tamer than what really happened. Obviously, I was concentrating on other things. :D
At no point when starting our first conversation did I think things would get sexual. Our relationship had been over for 20 years, and I figured that time had long since passed. We all have those friends on Facebook….you knew the person decades ago….you talk once, pretend to care, and then likely never talk again as they just linger there padding your friend count. I expected this to be one of those conversations. A simple comment about how great she looked, however, quickly spiraled into a conversation about her boobs, which spiraled into memories of our old relationship, and eventually ended with me commenting about wanting to eat her pussy in the shower.
Because of our conflicting schedules, it would be a bit over a week before we were able to find time where both of us had time off and no kids for the evening. We of course filled that time with lots of sexy talk. The sexual chemistry was still there, and we knew just how to turn each other on, so we were both looking forward to see how the night would turn out.
I showed up to her house to see her wearing a loose black shirt an a miniskirt. She looked fantastic. Just the right balance between casual and sexy. Definitely a hint of “I want to give you easy access” but still could walk to the store without looking half-dressed or over-exposing herself. I’m not sure if I’m explaining that right. We end up on the couch, and the small talk quickly gives way to dirty talk, which leads to us making out on the couch. She straddles me and I immediately start to remove her shirt, which exposes a bra that is several sizes too small and nowhere close to being able to contain her ample tits. Part of the problem is that this meant her clasp was digging into her back, and it became very difficult for me to try to remove given our position. She giggles at my attempts at undoing her bra and says “If you wanted my tits you should have just said something” as she reaches around and removes her bra for me.
We switch positions and she’s now sitting on the end of the couch, topless. My head is buried in her neck, and I start to reach up her miniskirt when she stops me. “nuh-uh”. She eventually guides me in front of her and takes my dick in her mouth for a minute, while still maintaining eye contact. After a few seconds of this, she says “How badly do you want to fuck me?”. “Take that skirt off and I’ll show you.”, I replied. “Nope. Show me how badly you want to fuck me.” With that, we position ourselves where my dick is now buried in her tits, and I’m now titty-fucking her with reckless abandon. The entire time, she keeps saying “Tell me how badly you want to fuck me.”, and I continue to up the dirty talk. She continues to encourage me as I keep saying things like “I want to lick your clit until you cum all over my face, then keep licking until you beg me to fuck you.”. The dirtier I got, the more it was turning her on. I had never had a woman who was so into dirty talk before or since, and I’ll admit it turned me on a lot more than I thought it would. The talk never stopped, and eventually I ended up blowing a load all in her cleavage and up her neck.
I was going to need some time to recover, but she gave me a look as if to say “That had better not be it.” I had some work to do, so I figured I’d fulfill my promises and proceeded to start eating her pussy. I had nice, easy access as she pulled up her miniskirt to reveal she was wearing no panties. Oddly enough, the dirty talk started to subside as she seemed content at just laying back and enjoying getting eaten out. I could tell when I hit just the right spot as she grabbed me by the back of the head and virtually smothering me with her pussy. This continued until she came, after which she pulled my head away and said “So you gonna come up for air?”
She’s now sitting on the corner of the couch, waiting for me to fuck her. I crawl on top of her and she wraps her legs around me as I go into her. This doesn’t last long before she pushes me back off of her, straddles me, and begins to ride me. My cum is still there from when I came on her tits, so I grabbed something (I think it was her shirt) and wiped it off. I took one of her nipples in my mouth which only caused her to go faster while saying “suck my tits. Oh god suck my tits.” while she held onto the back of the couch. I took her boob out of my mouth and was going to let her know I was going to cum soon. She must have figured it out, because without missing a beat and before I had a chance to say anything, she just kept saying “inside me! inside me! inside me!” as she rode me a bit faster. I gladly obliged.
I received a text the next morning. “You’re still one of the only people I’ve ever been with who can make me wake up the next morning and say ‘damn that was good'”. It would be the first of a handful of get-togethers we would have before life once again got in the way and we went our separate ways. We do occasionally still chat on Facebook, and have the running joke between us that we’ll probably die in a nursing home together trying to have sex just one more time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c23k47/20_years_and_lots_of_dirty_talk_latermf