On my third night out, I arranged to meet a 6’4″ middle-aged professional in the lounge at a movie theater. Having learned from my previous Tinder experiences, I made sure that he was open to hosting our encounter (should there be one). I texted and spoke to my husband to make sure he was ok with this. He said he was. He said “Have fun”.
I carefully washed and groomed myself, put on my makeup, and carefully chose a classy (but sexy) outfit. I wore skin tight black pants, a very low cut black and white striped sweater with a gold chain that laced up the front, and black leather wedged boots.
As I walked into the movie theater, the bar was located to my left and through the 1980s glass blocks, I could see his outline as he sat waiting for me. When I turned the corner, he stood and approached me, introducing himself. I introduced myself and he asked if I would like something to drink. At this point, we were the only people in the entire lounge. We sat, side by side, in a booth and began to talk. After about an hour, they called for last call and I was still drinking the same drink. The conversation was great, there was mutual exchange of ideas, and he asked if I would like to come back to his place. Without hesitation, I said, “Yes”. I think I already knew, from the moment I walked into the lounge, and he towered over me, that I was going to fuck him that night. As we walked out, he walked me to his car and told me to follow him. I told him, “Don’t loose me, I’m not going to chase you!” and he laughed. The three blocks to his home, he was very careful not to loose me in traffic as I followed him.
Once we arrived, we went inside and he offered me another drink. I accepted a glass of water. We sat on the sofa and began to kiss. He pulled me on top of him, straddling him, sitting on his lap like a child. He pushed down on my hips pulling me into him. Our clothes still on. The kisses were long and wet. And full of hunger and desire. I felt beautiful. All of a sudden, still straddling him, he began to stand up, lifting me with him as he went, and holding me close to his chest with my legs wrapped around his waist, he carried me into the bedroom. With every step, I thought I might actually cum just from the friction of my crotch against his shirt. It’s been a long time since I felt dainty or small. But I liked being the shorter person in the room. I offered him a condom and I didn’t require a lot of foreplay for me to ask him to fuck me. He began, slowly, but progressed, like a hungry child at a buffet. He asked what was in my bag and I explained to him my bag of tricks (of which I have several butt plugs). I asked him to put my little black tapered plug in my ass. I retrieved the toy and the lube and he began to try and insert it while laying on my back. It wasn’t really working so well. So I took it from him, put myself on my stomach. He pushed it in. He then began to fuck my cunt and I loved it!
He was clean shaven. And his cock was huge! He was mindful of my needs, wants, and desires. And it made me long to reciprocate by giving him head. I cleaned myself off after he came. I got dressed. And despite my want to spend the night and cuddle this guy, I headed back home. Once there, I informed my husband about the entire date. I told him all the details and my husband told me he was glad that someone finally appreciated my gifts. My husband asked me, before I could ask him, when I planned on seeing him again. I asked him if that would be ok because I really liked fucking him. Now, it’s a matter of planning for round 2 and he’s very respectful of my recovery time with my husband.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ex3f3d/finally_a_great_tinder_date
So does your husband not appreciate your gifts? What’s the back story? If you don’t mind sharing.