When my Ex wife admitted after she left me that she was moving in with her boyfriend and that it was totally just convenient that he was single and available and the apartment was only 2 bedrooms and had his kid with him too I knew that she was seeing him on the side. I was distraught and felt like shit, and the only way to console myself back in the day was being a manwhore. So I fired up my wonderful litany of dating sites and went back onto the market and hoped the divorce would proceed without a hiccup (it didn’t) but that being newly single I could go out and have adventures (I did).
I found my first rebound hookup on Whisper. She was lonely and didn’t have anything planned for Halloween and needed that slot filled, so I gladly shot my shot. Well several shots and at different angles and so did she. 5’8″ latina, thicker girl with a very blessed chest. We met in public and made sure neither of us were serial killers or weren’t being catfished. My anxiety was at a height I didn’t know was possible. So of course alcohol was the best beverage of choice to fix it. A coupe hours of flirting and we headed back to her place.
I stripped her clothes off and mine and I wanted to taste her. I kissed my way down to her thighs and went to town like a hungry child getting that UN food delivery. I enjoyed her moans and her body writhing about, but we were here to fill a slot. She wanted to wear a condom and I agreed though it isn’t my thing. I slid into her tight velvety center and went to town with reckless abandon to see those glorious breasts moving back and forth. She was enjoying herself and I was too. We just stayed in boring missionary until I came hard and cleaned up. After a respite and chitchat I started to feel aroused and played with her using my hands and making out to drive her wild. She didn’t care about the condom anymore after that and just made the nominal guarantee that she was on the pill. I flipped her on her hands and knees and slid right inside her and grabbed her hips. I did not silent into that good night, or rather she didn’t and I enjoyed making her moan and waking the neighbors and I soon felt myself building up to a climax. She bucked hard and slammed herself on my cock in order to feel me orgasm deep inside her. We passed out after that and she kicked me out when we both woke up.
The days following she was dismissive of turning a hookup into a FWB. I didn’t care too much about her stance and just simply explained the benefits that it would be to have a friend like me. She agreed after a little bit and invited me to her place only after her roommates left, because dick appointments aren’t scheduled with roomies in the apartment. She was wine tipsy and didn’t really get in the mood on my drive over, so I just opted for a massage that I could give her. This was a wonderful in. She laid down on her stomach clothed and I straddled her and just coyly massaged her while playing with her over her clothes. Every couple of minutes se would stop, go to the restroom, and sill her adult sippy cup full of wine. And lose an article of clothing. This went on for a good half hour until she was just in her panties and I had stripped naked. She opted at that point to just be on her hands and knees and I was behind her. She could feel my hard dick on her pussy through her panties and as my hands slid from her hips up her back I moved them to her tits and started to play with her nipples.
>Her: Ugh, I can’t take it anymore I need you to fuck me
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>Me: *tries to slide panties off
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>Her: No, just pull them to the side RIGHT NOW!
I hooked a finger and pulled them over and just slammed right in. Shouts of pleasure and exhilaration could be heard over the sound of her wet pussy being slammed by my hips. I continued with my inner body massage until she could feel me build up. “Just cum inside me, I need to feel it”. So being the good amateur masseuse I obliged filling my client with the lords lotion. She collapsed hard after that and remarked how she just needed to feel any dick again.
After this you would expect that things took off, but alas this was a Spruce Goose. She was fickle and I obviously wanted more than just a casual relationship so drunken remarks turned into insults and we blocked each other out a mutual understanding that we were both kinda slutty and didn’t like each other insulting the other.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/em8qyf/mf_getting_back_into_the_game