(TLDR: The second part of a true story in which I (M39) ended up fucking my older married physical therapist (F55) after she began flirting with my via e-mail when I was no longer a client. Very Long.)
First off, I want to apologize for the delay in concluding my story. Unfortunately, in an effort to edit the original to make it more clear what was going on, I ended up deleting almost the entire story and then deleted the whole thing because two paragraphs just looked stupid and I didn’t have time to go back and re-write it. I appreciate the many upvotes and positive comments. And though I regret that people just reading this will really not be receiving the full effect, this is the best I can do. I want to add that I don’t see myself as some superhuman Apollo. As mentioned in the previous post, as far as size is concerned I’m about or below average – 5.5” on a good day. But, I tend to look younger than I am and keep myself pretty physically fit. Further, yes, I know I wrote “occupational therapist” in the headline but I was later informed that title was incorrect. I left OT up there in the title for the sake of consistency.
For those just joining us, here’s a quick summary:
I was receiving physical therapy for a torn ACL three times per week from a 55 year old soon to be divorced woman named Haleigh, whose husband (Terry) worked in the same public safety complex I did. I knew him as a general acquaintance and was on friendly terms with him, though I did not see him on a regular basis. Through the course of four months of therapy, I developed a friendly and playful relationship with Haleigh. She was 5’5” or 5’6”, about 135 lbs., and had a 21 year old son with Terry named David who still lived at home. After we became friendly, Haleigh confided to me that she’d married Terry very young and he was 20 years her senior. She said he was not affectionate towards her, and that she had lost a lot of weight and realized she was not condemned to a loveless marriage for the rest of her life. She said she wanted to have “fun” with her life, so she was getting divorced. I had no intentions of making any moves on Haleigh as I wasn’t even all that attracted to her and I’d only really seen her eyes since her face was always covered with a COVID mask. However, I began to get the sense she liked me as more than a client when we’d be there late after most of the other physical therapists had gone home and most of the lights would be off and she would put me on the padded table and give me what she called “TLC” which involved me laying on my stomach or back and her holding and manipulating my leg, skin on skin, and sometimes up my running shorts and sometimes very near my buttocks. It was at times like these when I thought about taking my mask off, kissing her, and offering to lick her pussy. Given her situation, I surmised she might be desperate for sexual attention from a modestly good looking 39 year old 6’1” 230 lb. firefighter.
However, after my injury began to feel better, I decided I was well enough to graduate from physical therapy and I would just leave that potential ball of problems alone. Haleigh seemed upset and asked for a hug before I left, which I provided. She seemed very small in my arms and seemed to melt into me. I didn’t think anything else about her until I got an e-mail from her one night in which she got progressively more flirty. Finally, I asked her point blank if she was flirting with me and she confirmed it. After some back and forth about whether it was a good idea to be doing this and possibly engaging in sexual activity with each other, Haleigh revealed she wanted to see me, but only so that she could suck me off and swallow my cum. We agreed to meet on a Thursday at 5:30 PM at her house while her husband was at work and while her son was (presumably) out of the house. She told me she’d leave both the outside and interior garage doors open, and that I should drive into the garage, park my car, shut the outside door, and come inside into the house so the neighbors would not see me walking through the front store. When last we left your nervous and excited protagonist, he (me) was climbing the wooden stairs where he found Haleigh sitting on the couch with a drink in her hand and a smile on her face…
*CAMERA FADES BACK IN*
Haleigh sat on the couch of her beautiful home looking all of her 55 years. Her hair was cut in a short blonde bob with plenty of gray peaking through. I could see the lines on her face and the crows feet near her brown eyes. Her face appeared a bit wider than I had imagined it would be having only seen her with a COVID mask or from a distance. She was wearing a hint of eye shadow and lipstick, but both her fingernails and toenails were painted a pretty dark pink color. She wore a frumpy black medium length sleeveless dress and I could see one of her black bra straps poking out underneath it. Her breasts appeared quite small and she had a clear colored drink in her hand. Soft music played in the background. It sounded like Santana. Behind her I could see her pool and the neighbors’ houses over the fence line.
As I saw her sitting there I wondered if I was making a mistake. I was not particularly attracted to her and I could conceivably get in huge trouble if her husband or son came home and found us naked and in the midst of coitus. Simultaneously, I was consumed with lust regardless of how I felt she looked. I had an overwhelming urge to to kiss her and eat her pussy and see my cock in the mouth of this woman with whom I had only had a professional relationship with and who for four months had helped rehabilitate my torn ACL. The woman who had suddenly e-mailed me out of the blue to promise me a night of “pleasure, and sweet release” if I were to decide to find myself at her house for a friendly “drink.” A woman who had confided to me that she had been in a loveless marriage for 30 years, but had found the courage to decide to seek a divorce so that she could pursue the “fun” she had been denied for so long. I decided to proceed, as I knew I would.
“I’ve made you a drink,” she said smiling as she gestured with her own glass towards an end table where a similarly clear colored libation sat with beads of condensation rolling down its side.
“Thanks,” I replied. “What’s in it? Rum?” I asked because I knew she favored that particular spirt and had probably been drinking it heavily the night she first e-mailed me.
“No, it’s vodka and lime.”
Not being a huge liquor drinker, I picked it up and took a sip while standing over her. “Not bad,” I thought to myself. “I wonder how much of this I’ll have to drink before we can get started?”
I sat down on the couch near the opposite end and she moved over towards me, not quite touching.
“Well, well, well, Mr. Mitchell…” she said playfully as we sat there smiling at each other.
“Well, well, well, Mrs. Haleigh,” I replied.
“This is so crazy,” Haleigh blurted while taking a long gulp of her drink. I took a quick sip of mine and waited for her to move the glass away from her lips before I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips, still tasting the cold liquid still present there.
Haleigh was a bit tentative at first, but I knew she would be. She had previously told me that she wanted to take things slow and I was willing to spend all the time I needed for her to get comfortable.
We chastely kissed for a short period of time before I pulled away and mumbled, “I just wanted to get that out of the way so we could proceed.” She smiled, knowing we had now both crossed the line. Whatever we had been before that kiss no longer existed. We were now something completely different, and soon to be something even more.
We sat there on the couch talking about the music on the radio and the vinyl album I had brought over for her, which she sadly already had.
“You know, that’s why I did what I did,” she said. “It’s all your fault.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “You’re the one who e-mailed me.”
“Yeah, but you’re the one who brought me that Rolling Stones album. That was so thoughtful. And it made me so wet…”
I put my drink down on the end table and took her drink from her and placed it next to mine. I then leaned in towards her, placing my left hand on her right side near the side of her back and we began to kiss again. This time she was much more receptive and I risked a brief glazing of my tongue against her. We still had not found our rhythm and her teeth lightly knocked against mine as we fumbled our way through unfamiliar territory. I pulled back and we tried again. This time we fit much more compatibly. Up close with my lips on hers and my hands on her body I was less concerned about the lack of attraction. I was doing what I knew I wanted to be doing – making out with an older and increasingly sexy mature woman in her home – a home she currently shared with her soon to be ex-husband and son. The level of excitement at that illicit thought began to make me hard.
We continued kissing and I moved my lips to her cheek, then the side of her neck, and then the spot between her shoulders. I heard her let out an audible, “Ohhhhh,” and I moved back up to her ear where I gently nibbled on her lobe and breathed heavily into it so she would know I was becoming aroused.
She began to become more pliant in my hands and she was soon running her own hands over my shoulders and biceps. I began to move my hands down her her buttocks and to rub my thumb over her pantie outline from outside her dress. As if in response to that touch her knees parted slightly and touched against mine.
I decided to push her on her back while still kissing, but not putting my body weight on her. Just kissing her from above with my chest resting lightly against her breasts and my knee between her thighs. She grabbed me by the back of the hair and plunged her tongue deep into my mouth and we flicked and twirled for several seconds before I pushed myself up off of her, sat up, and took a sip of my drink while smiling devilishly at her.
Haleigh collected herself for a moment lying on her back, and then sat up and leaned in heavily onto me, stroking my right leg. Soon her hand brushed against the outline of my semi-erect cock and she briefly closed her eyes and let out another audible sigh.
I continued to sit there with my drink, silently smiling at her, until she said to me, “You know what I want to see, don’t you?”
I did indeed as I knew that deep inside this seemingly friendly and cheerful middle-aged woman was a wanton reborn woman who dreamt of inhaling cock.
I placed my drink on the table and lifted my hips. She continued to watch me expectantly, and rather than wait for her to unleash my modest manhood, I slowly unzipped my pants, reached inside my tight underwear, and pulled my penis through them.
I was rather happy at how it had become semi-engorged and made a satisfying soft thump when it fell back against my pants. She studied it for a moment, then looked me in the eye with a smile on her face while biting her lip. She reached out her right manicured hand towards it and began to stroke it gently before slowly lowering her head while simultaneously brushing the hair behind her hair and engulfing my cock in her mouth. The feeling was exquisitely warm and delightful. However, what was superior to that was looking down at the face of this 55 year old woman slowly working my cock back and forth in her mouth – the same woman with whom I’d until extremely recently only had a friendly professional relationship.
Now my penis was in her mouth and she was beginning to work it like the professional she had claimed to be in those racy e-mails and text messages that she had sent me while drunk and horny.
I reached up and began to gently stroke her hair, especially near her eyes and the back of her neck so that I could have an unobstructed view of her performance. My hand gathered up her short blonde-gray hair and I held it in place while lightly bucking my hips against her mouth and letting out soft sighs of growing satisfaction.
Haleigh then began to pull my cock deeper into her mouth and I could feel her deep-throating me. She never gagged, but I definitely began to feel a soft pussy-like sensation when I touched the back of her throat. I was hoping she would begin to combine that with some hand action (which really stimulates me), but she never did. She just continued to suck me and I continued to enjoy watching my now fat cock sliding in and out of her mouth while I grabbed at her ass and tried to rub her pussy from behind.
After several minutes of this she took it out of her mouth while looking up at me and smiling. I seized the opportunity and pulled her roughly towards me before plunging my tongue deep into her wet and warm mouth. She began to pump my cock vigorously with her hand while we continued to French kiss, our saliva and my pre-cum intermingling in each others’ mouths. Finally, I pulled away and said, “My turn.”
She looked surprised and asked, “Your turn?” while I slipped out of my pants, got on my knees between her legs, and hiked her skirt up near her ass.
Haleigh willingly opened her legs for me and I plunged my face into her crotch so as to inhale her sweet essence. She was wearing a pair of black lace panties as instructed and I licked my tongue over the fabric before pulling them to the right and giving her gentle kitten licks on her clit and labia. She had a modest patch neatly trimmed hair above her pussy that appeared either blonde or gray depending on the light. Her vagina did not look like that of an older woman. If anything, it looked positively ageless. Haleigh responded immediately to my delicate licking, panting, “Oh my god. Oh my fucking god,” as I became progressively more urgent in my feasting.
I had previously told her I wanted her to pull my face into her pussy while I was eating her out and she immediately remembered to do this, holding my head lightly in place while I sucked on her increasingly fat pussy lips and flicked my tongue rapidly against her clit. She began to cum on my face and let out moans of pleasure, but I never let up in my licking. I promised myself I was going to give this mature woman the experience of her life and there was no way I was through with her.
While she was still cumming, I licked one finger and inserted it into her tight pussy. After a short while I licked a second one and inserted it as well. Haleigh responded with, “No way! No way!” and began to moan more and more.
I continued to finger fuck her for several minutes while concentrating my tongue on her clit and she orgasmed a second time.
Still not satisfied, I stood over her with my two fingers still inside of her and her head resting at the end of the couch. I was standing directly in front of her open window, and if a neighbor looked they would have seen me, pants-less with my fat cock hanging out working both my hands in a magical rhythmic fashion on something below the windowsill.
Searching for her G-Spot, I began to use a “come hither” motion with my two fingers when I found the rigid bumps behind her pubic bone. Then I moved my left hand onto her clit and began to simultaneously rub it in a circular manner. I had hopes of making her squirt and had read this was a surefire way to do so.
And while she did not ejaculate, she began to thrash and moan with pleasure, virtually shouting, “No way! No fucking way! Oh god! Oh my god!”
I felt like I was a porn star at that moment. I’d never been much of a Casanova, but in the last several years I’d read much and had worked harder on my technique. To see this sexy older woman now losing herself to orgiastic ecstasy was making me extremely hard and chuffed with myself.
I tried to maneuver my cock towards her mouth as she came and came again but the angle was wrong so I just continued to concentrate on pleasuring her. After she appeared to have completed one particularly strong orgasm, I released my hands from her pussy and straddled her face with my cock at mouth level hoping for reciprocation. But I’d put the whammy on her. She was completely out of it.
Haleigh had the thousand yard stare and her eyes kept fluttering as she breathed in and out deeply while muttering, “Oh my god. Oh my god…”
Concerned, but not alarmed, I softly asked her, “Are you OK?”
I received no response. She just continued to lie there immobilized, head slowly moving from side to side.
I asked again, “Haleigh. Are you OK?”
Now I began to get worried and wondered how this would look if the local newspaper found out about it: “Local Man Fucks 55 Year Old Woman To Death.” I then remembered what one former sexual partner had told me after a serious bout of fucking we’d both engaged in – “Mark, you just fucked me stupid.”
I was hoping that was once again the case and I asked again, “Haleigh! Are YOU all RIGHT?”
That seemed to snap her out of it and she slowly sat up and gave me a weak smile.
“I think I came seven or eight times,” she said.
Relieved she was not dead or permanently disabled, I sat back on the couch and took a relieved sip of my drink. Haleigh slowly slid up next to me and once again placed her mouth on my cock and began to suck me off.
When I was fairly rigid, she got up off me, took off her dress completely, and began to walk away from me, all the while stark naked.
I presumed she was headed towards the bedroom, but took the opportunity to appraise her body from behind.
For 55 years old, it didn’t look half bad. She was freshly shaven all over. She had wide hips, but a decent ass, and small B-sized breasts. There was not a mark or imperfection on her.
I stripped off the rest of my clothes, grabbed a condom from my pants, and followed her into the darkened bedroom. On the way in I noticed a group of books, including a Bible and a religious tract about Jesus and knew this explained part of the reason she had originally cancelled on me and the inner conflict she appeared to have had. But now I was seeing the actual Haleigh – not the person she pretended to be for her husband, son, or community. I was seeing the relatively average looking, middle-aged woman who loved cock and wanted to be fucked by a decent looking younger man. And it didn’t matter what she objectively looked like. To me at that moment, she looked sexy as hell.
Once we were in the bedroom, Haleigh turned to me and said, “You need to fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. How do you want me?”
“Get on your hands and knees,” I commanded. “Doggy style.”
Haleigh did as I instructed and I unwrapped a condom and began to roll it onto my cock.
“I need to tell you something,” she said. “I’ve never fucked a man with a condom.”
Wondering what that meant exactly, I replied, “Well, you’re about to right now.”
I positioned myself behind her and pushed my cock inside.
I normally have a difficult time with condoms as I can’t hardly feel anything, but I did some research that said Skynz Large were quite pleasurable and they certainly were much better than any previous condom I’d ever used.
As an aside, for me, the most exciting part about sex is when you’re with a new woman and your dick first goes into her. At that moment I invariably say to myself, “Holy shit. I’m actually fucking _____. I will never NOT have ever fucked ____. She and I have actually fucked.”
So it was with Haleigh.
As soon as I pushed my rubber coated cock into her, I said to myself, “Holy shit. I’m fucking Haleigh. I’m fucking my physical therapist – a 55 year old married woman.”
The thought of that and the now effective condoms began to make me more and more aroused and I began to pick up the pace of my strokes.
Haleigh responded to this and began moaning and grunting erotically. “Oh god! Oh god! It feels so good. It feels so fucking good. Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me.”
Getting turned on, my voice dropped a register and I began to talk dirty to her. “Do you like that Haleigh? Does that feel good? I like when you say that. Stay it louder. Tell me to fuck you.”
Haliegh responded instantly, “Fuck me, Mark. Fuck Me!”
I could tell she was coming again so I decided to push her even further. “Oh, Haleigh. Your pussy is so tight. It feels so fucking good!”
Then I gave her a mild spank on her left ass cheek while still driving my dick into her soft velvet.
“Ohhh,” she moaned.
I did it again.
SPANK.
Same effect. “Ohhhhh!”
This was making me more excited so about ever ten hard and fast strokes while I held onto her from the flesh above her hips on both sides, I’d give her a spank and then push down on her shoulders to keep her pinned in place. Each time she’d let out a pleasured moan and I became even more close to orgasm as I thought of the idea of spanking this almost grandmother-ly woman while fucking her from behind.
But I didn’t want to cum just yet, so I rolled her onto her back and began fucking her missionary style, which is usually less pleasurable for me.
Her legs feel open for me and I pushed myself inside her while pushing back on her thighs and holding her legs in the air. I grunted and thrust heavily into her and I looked down at her for the first time. In the dim light of the darkened bedroom, she looked incredibly hot and sexy. Her small breasts moved back and forth and her eyes locked with mine.
“This is what I’ve dreamed of since you were a client of mine,” she breathed between deep thrusts. “Seeing you on top of me, pressing down on me.”
I moved in closer and kissed her deeply while trying to continue to fuck her pussy, but between the condom and the position, I could feel myself losing my erection. I moved back away from her, grabbed her by the heels while pushing them back towards her head and continued to vigorously thrust in and out of her.
I was breathing heavier and heavier from all of the exertion when I decided it was time for me to give her what she had previously told me she wanted.
“Do you want to drink my jizz?” I asked.
“I want to do whatever you want me to do.”
“Yeah, why don’t we do that. But first let me wash my cock so you don’t have to taste the condom.”
I almost laughed when Haleigh asked, “Do condoms taste bad or something?”
“Yeah, the put a spermicide on it that gives it a bad flavor.”
I walked into her dimly lighted bathroom and began to rinse my dick in her sink. Haleigh came in to join me and began running her hands over my body. “Nice ass. What a great ass. And I love a man with hair on his chest.”
“So, you like hairy sweaty men?” I teased.
“I love ALL MEN,” Haleigh responded emphatically.
Haleigh instructed me to lie down on the soft white bed and I did as commanded before she bent over me and began sucking my cock again. After a short period I told her, “Haleigh, sit on my face. I want to eat you out while you suck me off.”
“Sit on your face?” she cried. “Mark, I’ve already cum like eight times.”
“Let’s make it nine,” I said, pulling her thigh towards me.
Haleigh straddled my face and I began to lick and suck as soon as she was in reach, all while pulling her asscheeks apart and rubbing them.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed, before thrusting her head down onto my cock and working it with vigor.
I began to enjoy the feeling of 69’ing her and took the index finger of my right hands and began to slowly circle her asshole and apply pressure on it. Haleigh let out a little exquisite moan and I pulled my finger out again so that I could add some saliva for lubrication. I circled her asshole again while concentrating on her clit with my tongue before gently plunging it into her anus up to the first digit and applying continual downward pressure.
Haleigh grunted and began to press down harder and harder on my face while she picked up the pace of her sucking and also began exploring my own asshole with her finger.
I reached around with my right arm and locked her spine into place while I furiously ate her out and worked my finger in and out of her tight asshole. Haleigh’s mouth came off my cock and I heard her once again gasping, “Oh my god! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Unnnnhhhhh!”
After I knew she was good and finished, I released my grip on her back and she rolled off panting and breathing heavily.
I felt like the hour was getting late and I asked Haleigh, “Are you ready to get fucked again?”
“Yes, I want to get fucked,” she responded.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I told her once more.
This time I intended to finish the act, but first I needed to put on a condom. As I was searching for one, I began to lose my erection again so I pushed my thumb deep inside of her, fingered down against her G-Spot, and began rubbing it while I stroked myself.
Haleigh began to moan again. I bent down and began to lick her asshole and she moaned again.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? That’s your spot. That’s the spot you like,” I taunted.
I began getting harder just listening to her groans of pleasure and I soon had the condom on once again and was now back inside.
As I believed I had upheld my end of the bargain and had pleasured her as required, this time I concentrated on myself, thrusting in and out rapidly – sometimes pulling all the way out to the tip before slamming into her again.
I began to feel an orgasm coming on and I gripped the sides of her hips even tighter as I thrust faster and faster into her pussy. Haleigh was not saying anything now. I think the rapid hard fucking had short-wired her already over-stimulated brain and she was just laying there with her arms splayed and her head in the covers with a glazed look on her face. As I realized I was near the edge I thought about quickly pivoting off her, shedding the condom, and letting her suck me dry but decided that was too complicated so with several loud grunts of animalistic pleasure, I filled the condom with my seed all the while thinking to myself that if I hadn’t been wearing one I could be breeding this middle-aged woman.
A few final thrusts emptied the cum from my loins, and I collapsed onto the bed with sweat stinging my eyes and breathing heavily. Haleigh slowly crawled up towards me and began to stroke my thighs, lightly cup my balls, and gently touch my now shriveled cock.
I got up and pulled the condom off. Not seeing a trashcan, I laid it on the sink. It felt heavy with spent cum.
I laid back down on the bed and we gently kissed and caressed each other.
“How was that?” I asked.
“That was FUN,” she exclaimed. “I think I came twelve times.”
“That WAS fun,” I replied. “I enjoyed it very much.
”We lay there for a while longer as I caught my breath. “By the way, where’s David?” I asked.
“He’s at a friends house. I told him to go away for a bit as I had a friend coming over. He’ll be back shortly.”
“Holy shit!” I gasped as I rolled off the bed and began collecting my clothes.
Haleigh lay in the bed a while longer and came in while I had my head bent down tying my shoes. She pressed my head against her stomach in a motherly manner and tousled my brown hair. “Oh, Mark. Mark, Mark, Mark…”
I stood up preparing to make a quick exit. “Listen,” I said, somewhat regretting the experience and looking to make a fast escape. “I don’t know if there will be other opportunities to do this again, but…”
Haleigh cut me off. “Who says there will be other opportunities. This might be a one time thing.”
Somewhat crestfallen after feeling I had done my best to satisfy her, I simply replied, “Well, if it is then I enjoyed it tremendously.”
She laughed and said, “I’m just kidding. We’re definitely going to be doing this again. Besides, I have another friend coming over tomorrow night…”
THE END.
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