Here is the second of my confessions on my times with Katie, a sweet MILF I met on craigslist and had a long and raucous affair with. As I reported in my first post on her, she was conflicted in ways I only came to understand later. As a married man in a mostly dead-bedroom relationship with my good-hearted friend-of-a-wife of 30 years, I craved sensuality but did not want to change my circumstance. When Katie responded to the the ad I had placed on craigslist looking for a married woman for a long-term affair, I thought my hopes had been answered. She was 15 years younger than me, a mother of two and married to a university professor. She came from a highly educated east coast family, was herself a poet and blogger, and had keen artistic sensibilities and school-girl’s taste for doing naughty things — like fucking me in seedy motels. She craved experience for its own sake and for the literary material it provided.
I got to know her better via email after our first encounter described in my last post, and it did not take long for us to set another get-together. She had this fantasy of fooling around outdoors, so somewhat against my better judgement we rendezvoused in a large public park on the north side of town, about halfway between our two homes. My job entailed many meetings sometimes during the day sometimes during the evening, so I rarely had trouble getting away, and she was a stay-at-home mom though had earlier taught science in public schools.
We strolled arm-in-arm along a trail for 10 minutes or so, kissing, whispering, looking into each other’s eyes longingly, hands roaming, hearing or passing a few other people. On a weekday morning we were increasingly isolated as we plunged deeper into the greenery of this vast park. Finally she pulled me up a little hill, stopping among tress not too far from the trail, and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. She took my cock out and began sucking and stroking it, and removed her shirt then her bra to let her generous tits fall free for me to play with. I was of course nervous and she must have been too, but that’s the thrill of it. She played with my balls while tonguing my cock and then let my cum shoot out on her lips and mouth before rubbing the head of my cock along her cheeks and putting it back in her mouth and sucking it more. She wore a satisfied smile on our walk back, my cum glistening on her lips and face as the sun reached her between branches. We kissed deeply and our tongues twirled together as we sat in her car, before I climbed into mine and drove to work. I liked the taste of my cum on her mouth and tongue.
Now this was something! My knees fairly shook as I drove to the office, stunned but pleased with what we had just managed to pull off. I don’t know I got any work done that day. I do know it was not long before Katie and I set up another tryst, this one in the same motel where I had met my first craigslist woman. This was a place that did weekly or monthly rentals as well as nightly ones, and each room had a kitchenette. What I liked about it was its cheap price and that it accepted cash as payment, up front.
Katie had charged like a bull into the arena the fist time we met in that other hotel, but that was not her normal way. She preferred standing face-to-face, lips almost touching, just inside the hotel room door, pulling me close to her and and breathing my air while breathing hers into my half-open mouth. On this evening we kissed as we stood doing this for some few minutes, before gliding to the bed. I pushed her down on her back, pulled off her slacks and her underwear as she removed her blouse and bra. Of course i began with her lips and neck, kissing and licking while my hands roamed her bountiful body, her sides her thighs her stomach her breasts and finally her pussy. She was perpetually wet it seemed, and my fingers slid easily into her. I licked my way down and ate her leisurely yet hungrily, my finger applying pressure here or there, like *this* or *that* depending on her response. I came to understand her well, and ate her as she had never been eaten before, massaging that special spot with a curved finger as I licked her opening and sucked her clit. I later found out that she so loved the way I ate her that she described it all in one her posts on an online poetry forum, where poets heap praise and constructive criticism on each other’s works but also swap advice on that art of love and brag about their exploits. How can I teach my husband to do this for me without revealing where I learned it myself? she wondered.
I felt proud when I discovered these word, many months later. As far as husbands are concerned — I am never jealous of them, and even prefer the wives I am fucking to fuck them as well. I am not taking anything away from the husbands, or not wanting to too. I only want to give their wives what they need and want. Katie once wrote me that after one of our trysts no sooner had she pulled her pants back that her husband pulled them off again as son as she got home. The thought of her husband adding his cum to mine inside her was a huge turn-on, and I masturbated myself to sleep that night.
I was not so always so open-minded when it came to her fucking other men. I will write about that soon enough. Thanks for reading!
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