[MF] Married Motel Meetup

It is a bit cliche, but I’m an older guy posting some experiences to relive and preserve them a little. I hope that you can also enjoy these. Here we go.

It wasn’t the first time we had gotten together. I need to think about that some more before I write anything down.

We were both married at the time. We’d been meeting up at hotels here and there a few times. Today, we chatted and she proposed meeting at a motel. She would book the room this time. I took off work for the rest of the day, went to buy some condoms, looked at the map, deleted history, turned off location services, and headed out there. The drive is always a little nerve wracking. She picked a spot about halfway between us. I appreciated her generosity and fairness that she always seemed to possess at least in things like this. Along the way nerves turned to excitement as she texted me the room number, and pulling in to the parking lot and searching for the room, that excitement builds into anticipation. I knocked on the flimsy motel door and she opened it pulling me in for a hug and a kiss. I shut the door behind me still locked in an embrace.

Every time I got to see her she looked new. Not that she changed for real, but she just looked fresh and cool and like someone I needed to be around at that time. She had asymmetrical black hair a little past her shoulders that occasionally spilled in front of her face and a cute little birthmark high up on her cheek bone an inch or so under her dark eyes. We kissed and smiled and said hello. She brought lunch. We chatted over hot sandwiches and iced tea. We chatted a lot online, but there was always more to say and I love to listen to her tell me about whatever new discovery came her way from a podcast or new book or article she read. I’d gotten used to the idea that I was interesting or attractive enough for this woman almost 15 years younger than me. It was probably the cock to be honest. I’d let myself go a little over the years – not horribly but at least I still had that. And my cute brown eyes. And I genuinely enjoy her as a person which I hope comes through. I don’t know what tense to put this is in.

Eventually, talking and eating moved to undressing and climbing into bed. The kisses we first shared were scared and hopeful, but now just filled with passion and lust. She moved to suck my cock just about as quickly as possible. No one has ever done that better for me before or since. She relished it, taking her time enjoying every moment. I could not go for as long as I’d like. Not because I was going to come. I just wanted more of her and I had to pull her off and toss her onto her back. I could look her all over and see her cute little tits and bright pink nipples so hard – her soft skin lightly marked with scratches, her hips slowly shifting around in anticipation, the crease where her leg bends up slightly as she raised and spread her legs. I bent down to kiss her mouth and slowly down her neck and body to her take her nipple into mine as my hands ran over her skin. She felt electric everywhere, and when her hands touched my starved skin I was electric, too. Her fingers were running down my back and pushing me to go further.

I pulled off of her for a moment to get up and grab the box of condoms and put one on as she looked at me greedily and catching her breath. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and she quickly threw her legs over the edge and turned around shaking her little ass at me. I pushed into her too much at first. I knew it was, but I wanted to be in her. It had been long enough. I worked my way in fully and and it wasn’t long before we developed a rhythm. I could feel her cum on my cock and hear her little whispers and curses in other languages as I fucked her.

But it all starts to blur and some part of me gets taken over by sound and sex and scents. I fucked her throat on the edge of the bed. I fucked her prone so I could see more of her and feel her press back against me. She rode me and my brain might be fuzzy but the image of her ass in that position on that rickety little bed with the red walls around us is not going to leave my head ever. Towards the end of our time as I knelt on the bed she laid on her back and sucked me as I made her make herself come for me. As I saw her cross her legs and drive her orgasm while pleasuring me I was happy. Happier than I’d been in a while.

Afterwards, we ate some more snacks and kisses and talked about other lovers and things we learned from them. We hadn’t known each other very long. But it felt familiar and good and new and scary and sexy and right. We walked out and to our cars together to drive out separate ways from the motel parking lot. My head was still abuzz for some time afterwards and those drives were less filled with nerves and more contentment and a little sadness at having to part. I checked in on work. She picked up her kids and we were back to regular life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n79f5w/mf_married_motel_meetup