My First Taste Of Married Pussy [MF]

This was so many years ago, but still vivid in my mind. I was a 20 year old college student home for Christmas break. At that time of my life I paid very little attention to much older women. I had plenty of 20 somethings around to keep my interest. That started to change the night I had dinner with my parents at their neighbors house.

D (Male) and L(Female) were in their late 30’s and had 2 kids younger than me. I don’t remember what transpired before dinner, but I do remember sitting at the table and noticing L’s ass for the first time. I had known this woman for 15+ years since I was a child. I had never thought of her sexually in my entire life. She stood around 5’5″ and around 125 lbs. She had shorter dark hair and a cheerleader type smile. And as I snuck glances at her ass I started to notice the difference in her body compared to the 20 something I was used to. Slightly curvier. More complete.

I wondered why I had never noticed her this way before. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was dressed fabulously in form fitting pants. I was only used to seeing her in the yard or around the house. Ironically the first time I noticed her in that way was the first time the sexual ice between us was broken.

I was seated at the table directly across from L. He husband was at the end of the table next to both of us. At some point around halfway through dinner I felt a foot come into directly contact with mine. It surprised me a little when it happened. It surprised me more when it kept going. Before I know it, L is rubbing her foot up against mine. I wish I could say I immediately made eye contact with her. But I was 20 years old and my mind was trying to sort all of this out. I am sitting directly across from my married neighbor with a raging hard on as both of her feet play with my feet and legs. All the while, her husband and my parents are sitting next to me.

Our chairs were too far apart from each other for her foot to reach my cock. And that was probably for the best or I might have just lost it right there. At this point there was no question what she was doing and I was returning the favor by running my foot up along her calf. At one point her husband got up from the table and we both moved our feet back under our own chairs. The moment he sat back down we went right back at it. It was the first time I ever felt that energy surge that comes from “You have no idea what I am doing to your wife right now”. I wasn’t sure at the time what to do with that feeling. But it was immediately addicting.

That was the highlight of that particular night. When I was back home thinking about L with my hand all over my hard cock I couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking about me as well. Could she pleasure herself after her husband fell asleep? Or was she fucking him……and possibly thinking about me while doing it.

Shortly thereafter I went back to college. I didn’t speak or see L between the dinner and when I left. I didn’t see her again until I was home over summer break. This was before texting, so making contact with one another would have been strange in those days. I saw her a few times from my house and waved, but that was the extent of it.

Then one day a few weeks into my summer break. I didn’t have to go into work until later in the day, so I was shooting baskets in my driveway. Always looking for a chance to improve my summer tan I took my shirt off. About 10 minutes later I noticed L sitting on her front step just watching me. I waved, but instead of waving at me, she waved me towards her. As I walked to her house the memories of that winter evening were running through my head. And all the times I had fantasized about her between then and now.

We small talked for a bit. And in that time I learned that her husband and kids had gone to the lake for a few days, but she had to stay home for work. The conversation was getting flirtier and flirtier. Neither of us spoke about that evening, but neither of us had to. She offered me a drink and we went into her kitchen. We were close enough that she could keep touching my arms as we talked. She mentioned how she could tell I was working about a lot. At one point she mentioned that she wished her husband would take up lifting because he was so skinny.

As she was talking she kept getting closer. And that is where the talking stopped and the kissing started. She kissed me like no other woman had at that point of my life. Her tongue wasn’t just in my mouth. Her breath was in my soul. Sensuality was oozing out of her body. She had so much control but was at the same time so much more out of control than the girls I was used to.

The way she kissed my neck and my ears and whispered how badly she wanted me. How badly she had been wanting me. I was returning the favor with the kissing around her ears and in her neck. I wasn’t quite sure what to say though, so I let her do the talking.

As the kissing continued I finally got my hands on that ass I had been dreaming of as she grinded into my hard as a rock cock. I am not sure I had ever been this steel hard in my life. She jumped up into my arms and told me to carry her into the bedroom. The moment we hit the bed she rolled me right over and started down my bare chest. Her lips felt incredible slowly kissing down the center of my check, and stomach. She was in no hurry and the anticipation was killing me.

She finally unleashed my 9 think inches of hard cock and I heard her whisper almost to herself….this is what I have been waiting for. But instead of just devouring it like I expected her to. She showed incredible restraint by just teasing me. Slowly running her tongue around the head. But pulling off and making me squirm. I could tell she enjoyed both the power she had and the raw lust she was creating inside of me.

But when she was ready to devour my cock. She DEVOURED it. This was by far the greatest blow job of my life. She knew exactly what to do and when to do it. As she was taking my cock between her tits and sucking it as a reward at top, I came for the first time and shot it everywhere. Her tits, her face, her hair, their bed. It happened so fast I didn’t even warn her. I apologized and she told me she loved it, and that it looked like I could already go another round. Which was true.

The next hour or so was all about her. She enjoyed what I was doing to her with my fingers and hands, but she taught me techniques I didn’t know. She was getting to mold a young man in the fine art of pleasing her. The exact way she liked to be pleased. And I was getting lessons I would put to use to this day.

We moved from fingers to my personal favorite oral. Ever since I tasted my first pussy I have never been able to get enough. She loved my raw enthusiasm. But again was able to teach me some tricks! The way she moved to my tongue. The way her legs tightened against my thighs. The fullness of her thighs. Being with an older woman was simply addicting. She had cum 4 or 5x. I had cum once. And we still hadn’t fucked yet.

As the fucking started, she was able to use her words to turn me superhuman. The things she was saying run so much energy through my body. “Own this pussy in her own bed”. “Do you know how many times I’ve gotten off thinking about you in this bed” “You’re so much bigger”. “When he fucks me I think about you”. “Fuck this married pussy”.

Every position imaginable. From slow and sensual to hard and out of control. This was my first taste of married pussy. And I had an addiction.

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