I got a message from a man on AdultFriendFinder one night. That isn’t my thing, so I considered not responding to the message, but I believe in politeness. I opened the message and the author claimed to be a woman using a friend’s account to send messages. I looked at the profile and was 100% confident that it belonged to a man in his 40s that lived 30 minutes from me, but decided to give the message the benefit of the doubt.
I replied back with my concerns and suspicions; they responded back a few days later explaining that they were for real and sent a few photos as ‘proof.’ She explained her story to me suggesting that she was a recently divorced mom of two, just found her own apartment, was a few years older than me, and looking for sex. Her next door neighbor told her about AFF and had a paid profile, so he let her use it to browse for guys. I was the first one that had replied after numerous attempts. I let her know that, that was probably because most straight men just ignore messages from single guys.
The two pictures she sent were fine all things considered. A view from above of someone laying on the ground, ass up. Probably a woman; possibly a curvy man wearing women’s underwear. Blonde shoulder length hair. “Tramp Stamp” tattoo on the small of the back. Worthy of additional conversation, but I remained skeptical. She understood my ongoing concern and told me she would get a few more photos for me and we would talk again soon.
A few days later, true to her word, I received another message with a few new pics including a face shot, some breasts, and one of cum all over her ass and panties. I remained interested. She was cute from what I could tell. She had a ‘mom bod’ if that is a thing, and she explained that the ‘cum shot’ wasn’t real — her neighbor (and boss, she revealed) told her it would be sexy so he ‘poured Elmer’s Glue’ all over her ass. I can’t speak to the truth of any of that… but that is what she said and at this point I was just interested to see what was going to happen.
She asked me if I wanted to come to her house that weekend — she could get a babysitter for her children — and we could talk in person. Sure, why the fuck not. If it turned out to be the dude after-all I was confident I could take him. I had been training in different martial arts for more than a decade at that point and didn’t mind wasting a few hours of my time on what could be a trap. It would be worth it for the story, right?
So I drive up to her place at the agreed upon time — kindofa sketch neighborhood right near the train tracks — knock on the door, and there she is. She is fucking beautiful. She must have been the least photogenic attractive person I had ever met. She was curvy, great features, incredible eyes, and had a demure personality. Her voice was soft and sweet; she sounded a little bit southern. Her apartment was small with a living room / kitchen combo, a bathroom, and one bedroom. She told me that her ex had been abusive and she had moved out in a hurry, hence the sparseness of the space. We talked for a while about deeply personal things. Family, relationships, all of life’s complexities. I couldn’t really get a read on her and started to think that, maybe, she just needed someone to talk to. I decided that I would try, just once, to make a move on her — if she wanted to just talk, that was fine by me, but I went there hoping to fuck. I leaned in and kissed her; she kissed me back.
“Oh, that was a surprise.” She said in response.
“Why?” I asked.
“I didn’t think you liked me.”
“Why wouldn’t I like you?”
“Because… I’m old, and divorced, and I have kids, and I dunno. I just didn’t think you thought I was attractive.”
“You are beautiful. I am very, very attracted to you.”
She smiled a truly genuine smile and moved in to kiss me aggressively. The submissive and demure woman was now replaced by a very horny one eager for attention and gratification. We made out on the couch for a long time. She was a great kisser and she was very eager for the attention and reciprocation.
Just as things were about to escalate, or so I believed, there was a pounding on the front door. She was panicked and visibly quite afraid. The knocking continued and got louder. A voice was yelling from outside demanding to be let in. I passed her a quizzical look and she whispered “My ex.” Emotionally I began to prepare myself for a confrontation and was hopeful that he didn’t have a weapon. I was sure I could take him unarmed, but… I wasn’t trying to get shot or stabbed. We heard the door knob rattle a few times as he tried to open it; likewise, the occasional shove as he tried to ram the door down with his shoulder.
“You should call the police.” I said unshaken. She nodded her head and called the cops. Then she went to the door and yelled at it that they were on there way and he bolted.
I calmed her down until the cops arrived, she gave a statement, I gave mine. They left and we talked some more. I asked if she wanted me to leave.
“Fuck no. I want you to stay. I want you to fuck me.”
That was a great response. We moved back to her living room and she slipped off her panties from below her skirt while I took off my pants. As soon as my erection revealed itself she got on her knees and started to give me head. The best part was the way she looked up into my eyes while she did. It was incredibly erotic and made me even harder. She undid her blouse and I ripped off my shirt. I was nude and she was only in her bra and skirt and it was a very sexy look.
“I want to lick you.” I said confidently.
“Oh my god, yes, I haven’t had anyone go down on me since high school.”
My lord, what a tragedy. I was going to make it up to her. She sat on the couch and lifted up her legs. I folded her skirt back and began to kiss my way down her thighs. She was shaved and smooth and had a very pretty pussy with thick lips and a prominent clit. I put my whole mouth over her pussy and started to drool my saliva onto her as I slowly licked upward from taint to top. She shuddered and I was very pleased with myself. I went down on her for 15 minutes, maybe more, and teased her right to the edge several times without letting her cum. I wanted this to be a build up into something big and beautiful. She had waited years for this and I wasn’t going to rush it.
She started to beg me to make her cum. “I’m so close, I’m so close.” She would pant, “Please make me cum, please let me cum. I want to cum on your face.” I did. She came very hard and my beard was soaked in her juices. She screamed in delight and I couldn’t have been happier in that moment. “Please fuck me, please fuck me tonight, I need you inside me.”
You don’t have to beg me for that; I was throbbing hard and ready to go. I wiped some of her cum from my face and rubbed it all over my cock. It wasn’t quite enough so I slid a few fingers into her to collect some more and then swirled that around the head and shaft of my penis. She pulled off her skirt and tossed it across the room, then rolled over onto her belly and gave me her ass. I stood up, squatted a little to find the right height, then pushed myself into her. She came again right away and announced her delight into the couch cushion.
We fucked in a few different positions on the couch before we moved to her bedroom. She lay on her back and I took up a dominant position in front of her, threw her legs over my shoulders, and began to plow into her. She was taking it like a champ and asking me to go harder and harder. I moved into what I like to think of as a gorilla position. It is missionary, but with my hands in fists, forearms holding a woman in place, while I look into their eyes — or at our combined sex — and pound away at full blast. It is usually a guaranteed way for me to cum and often works for them as well. Something about the dominance and extra pressure makes it very intense.
Here we were, midnight on a Saturday headed into Sunday. Me fucking her full force while she moaned and and panted her pleasure. Then *crack* the legs of the bed completely gave out into the abuse and folded in on themselves. I fell face forward into her and the headboard and she slid back a bit. We had broken the fucking bed. This was my moment of triumph. What a fucking amazing accomplishment. Well, it was an IKEA bed, so maybe it wasn’t that impressive a task, but still.
We tried to continue on the bed for a while, but that wasn’t working. More laughs than orgasms were the result. We went back to the living room, got back in the mood, and ravaged each other for a while longer. I came in her mouth — she asked me to — and then took a break. I asked if she had an orange juice; sadly, no. I don’t know why, but I was craving it and thought it would give me a little more energy as well as sate my thirst.
We talked and recovered and decided to call it a night. She asked me if I could come back over again soon — of course I eagerly agreed. I drove home that night happy, covered in sweat and her cum, and was very relieved I didn’t have to get into a fight with anyone. Her ex, her boss, the guy she could have actually been if she was cat fishing me. We met up again a few more times, always fun, but only one more particularly memorable event. The highlights of that one were: pitbulls, loud orgasms, more cops thanks to concerned neighbors, a fridge full of orange juice, and several hours of amazingly hot sex.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mo7bu6/we_fucked_so_hard_that_we_broke_the_legs_off_the
When I first started dating my now ex we broke her ikea bed one night while having sex.
Since then I have also broken another bed with my current partner.