[MF] My (M23) stumble into cuckoldry (F42)

Oh boy. This is my first time sharing, bear with me as I get through the kinks of telling the story.

(Realized this is longer than most of you want, skip to “……” for when it gets freaky)

I’m a 23 year old guy, Indian, but raised in the south – “yes ma’am”, “y’all”, the whole shebang. Been working in Atlanta for some time now, still getting accustomed to true adulthood. One of these acclimation points is shopping at the wonderful bulk superstore Costco. It’s lined with all the goods you can ever imagine, and filled with local suburban Milfs, running around in tennis outfits, dresses, and sometimes suits. That’s where this all started.

I had a “work” from home day, so I naturally logged off around 1 and headed to Costco to re-up on the essentials. Part of being raised in the south is chivalry being instilled in you. I saw a woman, we can call her Stacy, trying to lift a mattress onto her cart. I’m not an incredibly fit guy, I used to play basketball for my high school and I’m working out now, but what the hell, I can lift a fucking mattress. I walk over, offer some help, and get it all loaded in her cart.

Stacy is gorgeous. Not in your MILF pornstar way with bolted on tits and hella botox, but rather a southern belle who grew up, had some kids, and is keeping herself looking good for the yearly family photo and PTA meetings. Beautiful wavy brunette hair with some highlights, hazel eyes, full lips, and she’s wearing that tennis mom outfit that “conservatively” shows her best features.

Stacy thanks me, saying “my husband isn’t good at this stuff, I appreciate your kindness”, and we get to talking. I’m a little taken by her back and forth, honestly as a brown man most (older) white women look past you or try to end the conversation as quickly as possible. I tell her where I went to school, her daughter happens to be there now, so I’m giving her the low down. Suddenly, we’re walking around the store with our carts (I’m pushing her heavy orange one with the mattress, she’s pushing my regular one with some fruits and milk), and she’s going into her “wild days” of college before she settled down with her husband. Definitely a weird combo walking through a Costco.

I’m doing my best to avoid ogling her tits in her black top as they bounce walking through the store, but probably failing to do so. Definitely failing to do so, as I see her adjust herself, pulling her shirt up. The real goods, however, was her ass. As she talked about becoming a mom “too young” and how her life “started to get boring too soon”, she standing in front of me, and her green lululemons were perfectly shaping her ass. She’s talking about going to bars in college and getting plastered while I’m imagining bending her over the oranges right here, right now.

I could go on, but this is already getting lengthy. The point I want to make it she and I were talking and laughing like old friends by the time we hit check out. She paid for my stuff (after I vehemently tried to stop her) and we walk out together.
“Y’know, I could use your help getting this into my house. How’s $50 if you come with me right now to do it?”

SIRENS ARE GOING OFF IN MY HEAD. What white woman invited a brown man into her house without an ulterior motive. I’m fumbling for a response that can get me out of it, but she can see I’m taken aback and says

“Please? It’d mean the world to me. My husband doesn’t do anything and I’d hate to have to set this up all by myself”. She’s smiling sweetly, but also pouting at the same time? I’m confused, but also compelled. I agree to go with her, but to take my car in case shit hits the fan and I need to bolt.

She lives in a McMansion, if you didn’t guess. Gated community with more square footage than I could see a need for. The guard waves us in, we park in her driveway, and I help her unload. She brings my milk inside to put in the fridge, saying it’ll keep it good while we set up the mattress.

………………………………………..

The first thing I notice – wheelchair ramp. Immediately as that strangeness registers in my head Stacy calls out “Steve, I’m home! I brought a nice young man to help me.” Steve rolls in, a frail looking white man in a wheelchair.

ITS NOT THAT HES LAZY OR TOO BUSY THE MAN IS IN A FUCKING WHEELCHAIR.

Steve rolls over to me and shakes my hand “How kind of you to help her, son (demeaning but whatever), come on in!”

His drawl is deeply deeply southern. I’m a little scared, but also I could knock his shit over and bolt if needed, so I kept making small talk with him until I heard Stacy call me over.

I lugged the mattress over to the master bedroom, which was on the first floor for obvious reason (he’s in a wheelchair, in case you don’t know), and set it down.

“What a strong man, so blessed to have run into you today Hahatitsandass”.

“Thanks ma’am, mom always said eat my veggies!” (I’m a dumbass, leave me alone.)

Stacy’s demeanor had changed from when we met. The good southern belle had disappeared, and her piercing eyes were that of a succubus.

She laughs, “You’re so funny, and such a gentleman!” She’s looking directly into my eyes, but I’m stealing glances at her chest again, her shirt much lower than in the store.

“Ever since Steve stopped being useful (ouch), I haven’t really been getting out much. It’s hard to have to care for another child (double ouch). It’s exhilarating to see a real man in the house”

At this point I’m dumbfounded, but just saying shit like “I try to help whenever I can” and pretty sure I mentioned being an Eagle Scout at some point.

Eventually she’s bored of my stammering and cuts me off. “Come help take off this old mattress, love”.
She squats down, her ass picking out nicely as she tries to lift it herself. She’s “trying” hard but it’s barely budging. She beckons me over again. I walk over to her, and start going below the mattress to lift it up, when I feel her caress my arm. “Mm, I’m sure you’ll be able to take care of this”, she whispers, her lips barely an inch from my left ear.

“This hasn’t been used in quite some time. It’d be a shame to toss out a perfectly good mattress.” I turn to look at her, catching her eye for a second right before she pushes me backwards on to the bed. I’m eyeing the doorway to the bedroom. Her husbands in a wheelchair, but we’re in the south, the man probably had a gun and I’m a great target.

“Uhhh, I don’t think we should do this Stacy. What about Steve?”

She pushes her face closer to mine, and I can see a dangerous mixture of lust and anger in her eyes.

“Fuck that useless man. He doesn’t give a damn about me, only I do, and what I need now, is you.”

She starts kissing my neck, her lips pressing softly onto me, and then harder as she works up to my ear and gentle nibbles my lobe. I’m stammering again, this fear where I’m living my fantasy but also wayyyy to close to danger to get into it.

“Stop! This isn’t right, it’s not okay!”

“Shut the hell up boy” the deep southern drawl quips. I didn’t hear him roll into the doorway. “Give her what she wants. She’s right, I can’t do a damn thing anymore.” As quickly as he entered, he’s gone, and I’m left alone with Stacy. Her hand is grabbing at my pants, pushing my cock into a state that’s way too hard for those pants. She kisses me, deeply this time, having me exactly where she wants me. “You’re going to fuck me until my pussy can’t take it anymore, do you understand?” Her sweet voice mixed with such dirty words almost made me cum right then and there.

“Yes ma’am” was all I could muster. She lowers herself onto the floor, and I’m staring down her shirt as she undoes my pants and pulls out my cock. She’s kissing it, starting at the base before working her way up to the top where her kisses become wetter, and her tongue comes out to lick away the precum. I’m in fucking heaven, watching this fit, white, MILF show affection to my cock.

She stuck her tongue out far, and then licked underneath my head, flicking it a few times before engulfing it with her mouth. I grab the sheets tightly at first, but after a few more seconds my lust takes over and I’m grabbing her hair, pressing myself deeper into her, aiming for the back of her throat. She’s saying something, but muffled as I refuse to let her up just then. She pushes her way back and I give in.

“Where’d that sweet boy go? You want it rough now, don’t you?” She pulls off her shirt, revealing her D cup breasts. Medium sized nipples accenting her slightly tanned body. My only response was to pull her back onto my cock.

“You picked the right man, until your pussy hurts I’m going to turn you into my whore.” She’s invigorated by this, moving faster on my cock as I grab her hair, clutching like if I let go she’d vanish. She pushes me further up on the bed, and now she’s on all fours, sucking my cock as her tits swing with the movement, bouncing to the rhythm she’s built. I can’t help but grab them, flicking her nipples, pinching them gently, and eventually twisting them. She’s moaning, the vibrations making my cock twitch, my balls already filled with cum from this wild fucking day.

“Turn around” I command. She complied, twisting her body all while her she sucks me off, until her ass, still in her precious leggings, is right in front of me. I smack her ass playfully, and then grab it hard, she pulls up off my cock a few inches and gasped gently. “Oh, fuck” she moans, “again”. I smack her, harder this time. “Yes!” She helps, before returning to my dick. I’m incredibly close to cumming at this point, I need a break before I waste my opportunity.

I pull her leggings down past her knees so they’re behind my head, and immediately dive into her pussy, which was barren except for a tiny landing strip. I started to lick her clit, pressing my right index finger into her pussy, and grabbing her ass with my left hand. I bend my legs at the knees, and use them to lock her head around my cock to slow down her movements. In response, she starts using her tongue more, swirling around the head, before sucking it right and releasing it with a nice “pop” sound. Fuck me, this is worse. I’m incredibly close, and she knows it, she has to. I pick up my pace, swirling my tongue around her clit, and pressing it into her pussy while using two fingers to find her g spot. I find the rough patch within and start rubbing her there, and she releases my cock and is moaning loudly now.

My “victory” is short lived. With new passion she’s back on my cock with her lips. We’re both attempting to outdo one another, her lips and hands over my cock and balls, mine switching between grabbing her ass thighs and pussy, fingering her and sucking her clit, and pressing my thumb onto her ass. Suddenly she’s moaning, “I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming!”

That’s fucking it, I couldn’t hold it anymore and I cum into her mouth, right as I feel her cumming on mine. She keeps riding my mouth, pressing into me, so I don’t stop licking her clit until almost a minute later when she finally collapses onto me. Suddenly she’s standing up, and I see her walk towards the doorway to the bedroom. Her HUSBAND WAS THERE AGAIN. She bends over and SPITS MY CUM ONTO HIS FACE. He sits there, taking it, and it honestly seemed like he enjoyed it.

“That’s all you get, I hope you enjoyed watching, Steve”. She turns his chair around, and pushes him out of the door before walking back to me, and grabbing my semi-limp cock.

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