First Time on Tinder

Lately, I had become obsessed with sex. Over the last decade, our married sex life had diminished to almost nonexistent. Tom and I were both working professionals and aggressively pursuing our career goals (him in marketing and me in information technology). Then there was the time spent taking our three boys to their various sports practices and school events. And then there were the frequent calls from our parents asking for help ranging from cutting their grass to cleaning their kitchen. Add in some social visits from friends and the too frequent late working nights, and sex has seemed to be the easy casualty of a busy life.

It was not like I haven’t tried. When asking for sex, the answer has invariably been a “too tired” or “not in the mood.” If I insisted, then Tom would sometimes comply but it was clear that he was not into it and just doing his duty to get me off. Afterwards, he would quickly excuse himself, clean up, and then roll over to go to sleep. It was like he couldn’t wait to get my fluids off of him. I suppose I should be grateful as pity sex is better than no sex. But we hadn’t had pity sex in over three months. Sometimes I wondered whether he was having an affair but a covert check of his phone showed nothing suspicious and there weren’t any strange charges on the credit cards or bank statements. He just didn’t seem interested in anything other than golf, the kids, and work. Maybe he was getting happy endings somewhere.

One day while surfing the news on my phone to distract myself, I saw an ad for singles in my area. Normally I would ignore such nonsense and see it as a blatant attempt to get me to access a porn site or web cam “models” who would do anything I wanted for $5 per minute. This ad seemed a little different. Maybe it was a bit more polished or the model seemed more like my type. Somehow I clicked that ad and ended up on Tinder.

I had never been on Tinder before. However as long as I did not do anything, then what’s the harm? Maybe I will just look through people in my area. Maybe I will find someone I know. My mind started to imagine all of the people around me on Tinder. Perhaps the neighbors were all fucking each other. Several of them seemed a bit too touchy as last year’s Christmas party. Everyone in the world was probably fucking but me. I created an account with some recent swimsuit pictures (blurring out my face), wrote some vague descriptions about looking for a friend, and started waiting for some hits.

Within a few hours, my inbox started to get hits. Maybe people sensed my newness or maybe I was a lot more attractive than I thought. After an evening of being active, I had over 20 inquiries. Mostly I swiped left (too old, too fat, too bald, too geeky, too buff, too frat boy, too athletic). This one was clearly a player. That one looked like a pedophile. I am sure that this one lives with his mom and has cats. That one probably sleeps in a van. 20 reviews turned into 30 turned into 50 and still nobody seemed like someone that I would want to fuck. At one point my husband Tom asked what I was doing and I replied that I needed to do some extra work and that I would be busy. The dumbass actually seemed to welcome the news as it would free him up to do whatever he wanted. He was probably jerking off to porn as he clearly wasn’t interested in fucking me.

After almost giving up, an inquiry caught my eye from a man named Jason. Dark hair with a touch of gray (hmm, nice). He seemed fit without being too fit. His profile said that he was married but in an open relationship. As I looked through the pictures in his profile, he seemed perfect. Before I knew it, I had swiped right. And then waited. And then waited. And then waited. After a few hours, I laughed at myself. The guy was probably picking every woman on Tinder. His inbox was probably full and he had all the loving that he wanted. Then it arrived. He had replied back and wanted to text. We traded mobile numbers and started texting. I explained my situation and he said that he was in a similar spot. His wife was not interested in sex and was fine with him getting some side action as long as he came home at night. They’d been doing it for over a decade as it beat fighting over sex. Otherwise they were compatible and stayed together for the kids, family, and shared life. Wow, now there’s a couple that has figured their shit out. It seemed like a perfect arrangement. They stayed together, kept the kids and house, and nobody knew. We arranged an afternoon coffee meet and greet for the next day.

I took a break from work and left for the coffee meet. I picked a quiet place in the back where we would not be disturbed. The place was almost empty given the time of day so it was perfect. When he walked in, I immediately recognized him from his profile picture. If anything, he looked better in person. He was fit with a slight belly. Maybe not a “dad body” but not a runner’s body either. He walked over to my table and smiled. He asked to sit down and placed an order. We sipped coffee together and chatted for an hour. The conversation flowed effortlessly. At the thought of potentially fucking this man, my body started feeling tingly in places that I thought had long gone dormant. My pussy started to feel hot and moist. My chest felt flushed and I started leaning in and unconsciously touching him. I touched his hand and he smiled at me. I felt like a school girl. I decided to take the plunge and go for it.

I asked if he was free for the next couple of hours and he said that he was. He had taken the day off and had hoped that our meeting would go well. He worked in financial services and had a flexible schedule. I didn’t question my suddenly good fortune. I called my boss, made an excuse, and said that I would not be back in the office. We paid the bill and then left to find a place to go. We used our phones to find a motel within a couple of miles. He booked the room online and he said that he would check-in and then text me the room number. He quickly left and I drove after him to the hotel.

He went in to the registration while I waited in the parking lot. He texted me “Room 121, give me five minutes” and I drove over to that room and parked outside. I waited for him to park beside me. After he parked, he walked over to the room, unlocked it, and went it. I waited a few minutes to not look obvious and looked around to make sure that nobody was around then followed him in. As soon as I closed the door behind me, he was all over me. He kissed me passionately on the mouth while his hands stroked my back and cupped my ass. Still kissing, we fell onto the bed and kept making out. In between kisses and catching our breath, we removed articles of clothing. I took off my shirt and bra then we kissed. He removed his shirt and pants, then we kissed. We removed our underwear, then we kissed. Other than my husband, no man had seen me completely naked so I suddenly felt vulnerable at the final great reveal. However, as Jason continued to kiss me passionately, tell me how beautiful I was, and how much he loved every curve and freckle on my body, I felt at ease and ready for more.

Jason looked good. I had been tentatively concerned about him being too big or too small but he was just right. At about six inches, his uncut dick was a little bigger than my husband’s but did not seem too big. He kissed his way to my pussy and started licking and sucking like he hadn’t had pussy in years. It felt incredible. I had never had oral sex like this before. Tom would sometimes give a few grudging and unenthusiastic licks after I had sucked his dick, but nothing like this. Jason clearly knew what he was doing. As he licked and kissed my clit, he slid a finger into my pussy and stroked me from the inside. Suck and stroke. Suck and stroke. Before I knew it, my body started tensing and the familiar feelings of orgasm rolled through me and I gasped in pleasure. Jason gave me time to savor a feeling that I had never had.

After a few minutes, Jason started rubbing my breasts and the side of my body. I glanced down and could tell that he was ready. The precum started to dribble down and he had created wet spots on the hotel mattress. I pushed him onto his back and kissed my way down to his cock. Without hesitation, I swooped down and took him all the way into my mouth. I moved my head up and down while stroking his cock with my hand. His moans and groans told me that I was doing it right. After a few minutes, I felt him start to jack his hips and he cried out. Suddenly my mouth was flooded with salty semen. I reflexively started gagging and his hands went into my hair to hold me in place while he continued pumping into my mouth. He kept going as the cum started leaking out of my mouth and back onto him. My eyes started tearing. As he slowed down, he removed his hands and I rolled off him and lay beside him. I started having second thoughts.

As if sensing my disquiet, he rolled onto his side and started rubbing me again. He leaned over and started licking and sucking my nipples. They grew hard in his mouth and I started to feel the stirrings of more arousal. My concerns were quickly forgotten in the pleasure that I was feeling. While he kept sucking, his hand traveled down to my clit and he started rubbing it. My legs involuntarily opened and he kept rubbing my pussy and clit. It felt soooo good. My genitals were still puffy and engorged from earlier so in no time I felt ready for more. I glanced down and saw that his cock had recovered and was hard again. He was ready for more too.

He rolled over on top of me and thrust right in. My pussy was so wet from my earlier orgasm that he slid right in to the hilt without any resistance. He started pumping into me. Even though this was the go-to position that Tom would use to fuck me, it felt completely different being fucked by Jason. The extra half inch or so of Jason’s dick hit different parts of my pussy and he would angle his hips slightly at the end of each thrust to hit extra hard. The combination felt good. After a bit, Jason slowed down and asked me to flip over doggy style. I got on my hands and knees. Jason got behind me and thrust right in. he started hammering away as hard as he could. The position enabled him to penetrate deeper than before and he started hitting my cervix. It felt painful and good at the same time. He reached down and started rubbing my clit while continuing to pump. OH MY FUCKING GOD. It felt amazing. Before I knew it, I was tossing my hair while he fucked me from behind. I screamed out his name and told him to fuck me harder. Then I exploded in orgasm and he exploded into me and we both collapsed on the bed. It was literally the best fuck in my entire life. We both lay there as the semen leaked out of me and onto the mattress.

As I got up to go to the bathroom, I noticed a small black camera on the dresser. I suddenly froze and my blood ran cold. Was that a camera? Did this bastard just record us fucking without my knowledge? Jason saw where I was looking and rolled off the bed. We both raced over to the camera but he got there first before I did. I reached for it and he pushed me away.

“What the fuck did you just do?” I asked.

“I always record my adventures. It’s no big deal. Everyone does it. It gives us something to remember each other by. I can send you a copy if you want.” He sounded nonchalant and reasonable. His tone made me furious. I tried to get it from him again and he pushed me away again.

“What do you mean your adventures? Is that what this was? An adventure? Give me the camera or I will tell your wife and we will never see each other again.” I knew I did not have much leverage but I was desperate. Being in information technology, I knew how recordings could quickly end up on PornHub and other places. It was only a matter of time before my husband found out and my world collapsed. My whole life flashed in front of my eyes. What if my neighbors found out? What about my co-workers? What about my family? What about my teenage kids? I would be fucking ruined. How would I explain my behavior to my teenage kids without looking like a whore? And what if my kid’s friends see it and I become their MILF.

Jason’s next words stunned me, “Baby, I am not even married. Now shut the fuck up and I am going to tell you how this is going to work. This camera is linked to my phone and even if you got it from me, and you won’t, the video is already uploaded to my online account. So that ship has sailed. Here’s the deal. You and I have a new routine. We are going to meet here every week and we are going to fuck each other’s brains out every week. Got it?” As he talked and explained the situation, I felt numb inside. I could not believe how stupid I had been. Other than his appearance and the look of his car, I knew nothing about this guy. Was Jason even his real name? “Jason” eventually packed up and left. He told me that the room was paid for the night and that I could stay as long as I wanted. He blew me a kiss on the way out and said that he would see me for our “date night” next week.

All my earlier feelings of excitement and passion; all the pleasure of two orgasms; all of it felt like ashes. All I could think about was how stupid I had been by not being more careful. I was so eager and desperate to fuck that I had not even looked around the room. The camera had been in plain sight. And what did I know about this guy? We didn’t even use condoms. Did he have an STI or HPV? Was I now infected? Should I tell my husband? As a million thoughts crashed about my head, a single thought appeared that I had gotten exactly what I wanted. I wanted someone to have sex with regularly and the universe provided.

I went into the bathroom, cleaned up, and looked in the mirror. Even after everything that had happened, I looked…good. I felt more relaxed than I had felt in ages. As much as I hated being taken advantage of and the risks that I suddenly found myself in, I felt strangely fulfilled and even a little excited. And even though Jason had left me less than an hour ago, my stomach and genitals quivered slightly at the thought of seeing and fucking him again next week. I suppose I could do worse.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cizbx0/first_time_on_tinder