Taking care of my first married man since before the pandemic [FM]

There are a few men in my neighborhood that I like to take care of sexually. They have little or no sex lives with their wives and I always felt like I was doing a good deed by occasionally sucking them off or letting them fuck me. That pretty much stopped during the pandemic but two weekends ago I finally got back on the horse.

This particular horse is in his 50s and a really nice guy. His wife was gone for the weekend and I was really looking forward to taking care of him. Not just a quick fuck. I wanted to make him feel like a king. As soon as I got there I put down my bag of goodies and stripped down to my bra and panties. I led him by the hand to the bedroom and gave him a deep passionate kiss. “I’ve missed you so much. I want to spend the rest of the day showing you how much you mean to me.” For context, we aren’t in love, but whenever we hook up he likes for us to pretend that we are together. His real marriage isn’t a happy one, but pretending that he’s in a happy relationship with a woman who adores him really means a lot to him.

I fixed him a bourbon and helped him undress. I spent the next hour massaging his back and legs, and occasionally whispering into his ear “thank you for being such a wonderful man.” Once I finished with his back, I asked him to roll over so I could take care of his front. After I took care of his arms and hands and feet and thighs, I climbed next to him and asked if I could take him into my mouth. He let out a very quiet “please do”, and I went to work on his cock. I wasn’t trying to make him cum. I just wanted to take my time and properly worship him. Get lost in the experience and just enjoy myself. I wanted him to feel like a king. Having a girl half his age worship his cock and letting him know what I’m grateful for the opportunity.

I probably spent fifteen or twenty minutes worshiping his cock, and once I was done I slid up next to him, continuing to massage his cock with one hand, and said the words that I knew he had been wanting to hear for more than a year. “Sweetie. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and … I think I’m ready. I want to start a family with you.” For even more context, neither of us want to start a family together. He and his wife have a daughter and a son who have both moved out years ago, but this is another part of his fantasy that I wanted to fulfill. We’ve talked about it before that the early days of his marriage, when he and his wife were just starting out and trying for a baby were the happiest years of his life, and when he felt the most loved and needed in his marriage. His wife is financially independent and his kids are moved out, and he just doesn’t feel needed or wanted anymore.

”You’re such a wonderful man and I’m so proud to be your wife. It would be an honor to carry your baby and bring your child into the world. I feel so proud when we go out together and people see us holding hands. I want the whole world to know that you are the only man I’ve met who was worthy of making me his own for life. The only thing that could be better is going out with you and letting everyone see my big pregnant belly. Its obvious to everyone who sees you how impressive a man you are. I would be so proud to show the world that you chose me to be the woman to carry your child.”

”So what do you think Daddy? Would you like to make me a mommy?” I could feel his cock pulsing in my hand as I spoke to him, and get even harder with my last question. He pushed me onto my back and plunged himself inside me. The whole time he was fucking me, I kept telling him how much I loved him and how much I want to be the mother of his children. And of course, how incredibly horny I’ll be once I’m pregnant. It will be his husbandly duty to fuck me at least once a day so I don’t go crazy from the hormones. He told me later that he hadn’t cum in weeks, so it was surprisingly intense when he finally came inside me, especially for a man in his 50s. I asked him to stay inside me after he came, and he did. We just laid there holding each other, feeling our heartbeats coming back down to normal. I ran my hands over his back and just whispered “thank you” over and over. He didn’t want me to see but I could tell that he cried a little bit. I know this meant so much more to him than it meant to me. But the fact that it meant so much to him is why I loved doing it. He has worked so hard for so long to give his family a good life, but he doesn’t feel valued any more. His life isn’t the way he wanted it to turn out. He’s such a great guy and I feel like it’s a privilege for me to do whatever I can to give him a little escape. For one day, a girl half his age thought of nothing but him and his needs and his pleasure. I can’t do much else that would actually make his life better, but I can do this, and the happiness that I saw on his face all day means more to me than he’ll ever know.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ob3c3l/taking_care_of_my_first_married_man_since_before

3 comments

  1. You are a saint among the wicked, healing those in pain.

    Thank you.

  2. For this we thank you…in a totally unrelated note I need to move to a different neighborhood lol

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