I was 20 years old, a little less than 2 years into my marriage when I started to stray. I was just bored, looking for some excitement outside of a marriage where my spouse knew basically nothing about sex. I felt guilty after the first guy I hooked up with, but as I met guys, the guilt gradually faded. Eventually just hooking up got a little bored as well, I was just looking for someone who knew what they were doing, and I was even willing to have a FWB, had I found a person who was compatible with me in bed.
I had met a handful of guys on an anonymous app used mostly for chatting up strangers in your area, most of them pretty unremarkable. The routine had been meeting them, learning a first name, getting into the back of my van for extra space and letting them do just about anything they wanted to.
Most guys were on board once they saw a body pic of me. I was fortunate enough to get some good genetics. I consider myself curvy, 32E boobs, big hips accompanied by a big butt (which is nice for squeezing, or so I’ve been told), and a thin waist. Pretty standard hourglass figure. However, I’m fairly short, well below the average female height, so my body makes a bit more of an impact since I have a small frame.
Anyways, after a few insignificant meetings with some guys here and there I decided to take a turn on the app again and see if I could rustle up someone to chat with, maybe sext, maybe meet up if it worked out. I made some random post, including my age asking if anyone just wanted to chat since I was bored.
I got a few people to talk to, but one stuck with me. An older guy who was interested in chatting and sending a few pics back and forth. He sent me some pics, and my first thoughts were that he was pretty darn cute, exactly my type. A bit older than the usual guys I’d meet with, but definitely attractive. He had dark hair with a little bit of gray here and there, was fairly thin, and had adorable glasses, basically my type to a T.
I sent some pictures of myself and from his reactions he was really blown away by how I looked, telling me all the filthy things he wanted to do with me, especially my tits. He sent me some pictures and I very much remember how stunned I was by the size of his cock. If this was a cartoon my jaw would have dropped and I’d have hearts in my eyes. My husband was just below average when it came to his dick, but this guy was packing a solid 7-8 inches, maybe more. It looked just thick enough to be a tight fit, but still big enough that you would DEFINITELY feel it if he was pounding you.
My body was absolutely ready to get a piece of him.
A week or so after talking and sexting and such we finally made a plan to meet up. Our plan was simple, just to meet up, let him fuck my tits and use them, then go on about our day. He didn’t want to go too far on our first meeting, and though I was a little disappointed, I understood his reluctance to have sex with a stranger on our first meetup. And so it was set. The day finally came about and I pitched some bullshit excuse to my husband and left the house.
Pulling into the dirt parking area, I sat in my van and just fiddled with my phone, keeping an eye on the clock as it crept closer to our meeting time. Finally, I saw him heading toward me, coming to join me in our van. He was just as cute as his pictures, if not much more attractive in person. I rolled down my window and greeted him with a smile, to which he smiled back and said hi, asking if we should move to the back of the van.
I agreed and opened the door for him, both of us climbing into the big open space of the van. Upon getting back there, he immediately just stared at me, reaching to touch my thighs and rub them, telling me that I was “just so beautiful”. It made me blush, something I wasn’t used to from most hookups I had. He took his time touching me, rubbing my legs mostly until I reached toward the front of the van to grab my little bottle of lube for us to use. As I reached, I felt his hand slide from my upper thigh to my ass, squeezing lightly and just touching me. I was absolutely loving how slow he was going. His hands were big and strong, squeezing just enough so that I could feel it without it being painful. I came back to him, smiling as I set the lube aside, leaning in close so that I could start taking off his pants.
Just from the small amount of touching he did, he was already rock hard, throbbing within his pants, making an obvious tent. I grazed my hand over his pants first, biting my lip, eager to get to the huge thing in them. Finally, I tugged down his sweats, my eyes getting a bit wide from seeing it in person. I was impressed, and a little worried that I wasn’t experienced enough to handle a cock so big. But I grasped it, smirking as I heard his breathing change. Holding it in my hand, I began to stroke, slow and hard, feeling it twitch in my hand.
A moment or so later, I took off my shirt, showing off my big tits through my bra, smiling as he stared. He reached forward, gripping them and squeezing them, getting a little bit of a moan out of me as he just groped me with hungry, eager hands. I leaned back, laying on the floor of the van to get into a more comfortable position to use my tits on his cock. His hands went to my yoga pants, pulling them down slightly. At first I was stunned, knowing he had originally not wanted to do more than a titfuck. He pulled them down to a point before staring at my black lace panties, groaning at the back of his throat as he gazed down at me.
Coming to his senses he pulled them back up, positioning himself over me as I pulled my bra down, showing him my tits. He set his cock between my big tits and squirted some lube on my chest, rubbing in between them to spread it before I pushed them together, squeezing his cock. I looked up at him as he enjoyed my tits fully, thrusting between them and groaning as he grabbed them in his hands. Every time he thrusted, his cock edged closer to my mouth. Every time, I was so tempted to open my mouth and just take in the head, giving him a good combination of a blowjob and a titjob. But I resisted the urge, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable.
I laid there, enjoying the sight of his huge cock sliding between my tits, feeling how hot it was against my skin. I was soaking wet by the time he started to speed up, starting to breathe heavier than before. Eventually he groaned that he was going to cum, prompting me to grab his cock, stroking with my hand to push him over the edge. He reached toward his pants and asked if he could record the cumshot, to which I happily agreed. As soon as he hit the record button, I felt his cock twitch and he began to moan. Finally, he lost it and started to shoot thick, hot spurts of cum on my neck, chest and hand. I continued to stroke until I knew he was done, finally pulling my hand away slowly as he sat above me, trying to catch his breath. We both looked at each other and laughed a little before I reached for some paper towels to get us cleaned up. He quickly tugged his pants back on, not wanting to get spotted in our fairly obvious position.
He thanked me for letting him do that, and then proceeded to warn me about meeting up with strange men. Funny, ironic, but cute. I appreciated his warnings and told him I’d be careful, telling him I enjoyed myself. I got back to the front of the van and we said goodbye, and I watched as he bounded off happily, still feeling a little layer of sticky cum left on my skin.
We met up several more times after this, but those are different stories, as I feel that this one is already a bit long. Let me know if you enjoyed and by all means, let me know if you want to hear more stories between me and the filthy older guy. <3
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cqz1m7/cheating_with_the_perverted_professor_fmpublic
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