I understand the title of this post sounds like a fantasy. I assure you it WAS a fantasy right up until it happened for real. This was 3 years ago. I had just gotten back from a long trip where I posted a lot of pictures to social media. “Taylor” had messaged me on FB telling me she was checking out everything I posted, and would love to know more! It was actually at that moment that I knew we were going to have sex if we ended up meeting up…
Background: I had mostly just known Taylor as an acquaintance for a few years. I would be invited to gatherings at her and her husbands house from time to time with groups of people we were mutual friends with. She always acted very polite and appropriate with me, but I got the feeling that she was still a huge flirt. That didn’t stop me from checking her out every chance I thought I could get away with it. Any time I scanned the room and she was in my vision I would let my gaze linger just a bit longer than I should have. Taylor was a trophy wife in every definition of the word: She was 46. She worked out and kept a fit body even after having multiple kids. Taylor had a boob job, a tan, and dyed hair to hide any greys she might have (though its stark black hair, not blonde). She even has perfect teeth which makes for a wonderful smile, and a holds good job. I dreamed for years of bedding her, but I would never make a move due to the circumstances. Eventually the invites to the gathering stopped, and I had no idea why at the time but I honestly didn’t put too much thought into it. Sometimes friend groups drift apart.
“We should get a drink and catch up tonight.” she messaged to me.
I met her at the bar and she. Looked. Amazing. Her clothing was blacked out from head to toe: black leather jacket, black tank top underneath, black denim jeans, black casual heels. She was dressing like a much younger woman but she looked so good she could definitely pull it off. She hugged me and told me how exciting it was to see me after so long. We shared a few drinks and it was all smiles. We talked about my trip, life, and so on. She told me that her marriage was facing troubles and she didn’t expect it to last much longer. Without me even asking, she also let me know that the reason I stopped being invited to things was because her husband felt insecure when I was around. That’s why she barely spoke to me when I was with them all, he told her not to, but he didn’t want to be “that guy” and make a rule that I was no longer invited at all (until he eventually did that too).
“Well… I guess he had a point” I said and we both laughed it off.
And she was VERY handsy with me. Hand on my thigh, hand on my lower back, sometimes touching my chest, or sometimes sneaking up my shirt. And it wasn’t just me, she was also taking my hands and telling me to touch her breasts or hold her waist. It made me uncomfortable because we were in public (I guess I’m not the voyeur type), but at the same time I just couldn’t stop going along with it. She actually reached up and unclipped her bra so that I could push my hands up her tank top and feel up her tits from underneath. RIGHT AT THE BAR. Her enthusiasm was HOT, but at this point I just wanted to get out of there. She definitely thought nobody was seeing this, or didn’t care, but people were noticing. I decided it was time for us to “get a room” as they say. I paid the tab, and as we were walking out her bra dropped out of her shirt and another woman very loudly let us know about it… We made the drive back to my apartment.
When we got back I had to piss like a warhorse. I told her to make herself comfortable on the couch in the meantime. I got back from taking a leak and sat down next to her. As soon as I did she raised her head and started kissing me, sloppily. Her big fake tits were barely still inside of her tank top, and she grabbed my hands to move them over to her breasts, but I had had enough of just feeling them up. I grabbed her by the waist and moved her onto my lap so she was straddling me, and I pulled her tank top up and off of her. Her tits moved upward with the top and I pulled it off, and then bounced out with a wonderful jiggle once they were released. I didn’t even have to lean in. She grabbed the back of my head pressed my face into them. I sucked on her nipples for ages, and I would have been happy to do it for an eternity more.
“So when did you get your new tits?” I asked. Not the smoothest thing to ask in the moment, but I was curious, and with them finally in my mouth and hands, it was relevant.
“My husband bought them for me in 2013.” She responded with eyes closed, enjoying the attention.
“I’ll be sure to thank him.”
She hopped off of my lap, pulled my pants down, and immediately began sucking my dick while intermittently placing it in between her tits and squeezing it with them. Not quite a tit job, but she would hold it in place and suck on the head. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I eventually led her to lay down on the edge of the couch so I could return the favor but it didn’t last long. I only ate her out for about 30 seconds before she said “Its time for you to fuck me.” I grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch before slipping my cock in raw. She moved my hands to her tits and kept telling me to squeeze them while I pumped in and out. Eventually I moved her legs on top of my shoulders so I could penetrate her as deeply as possible. She moaned with every thrust and I was in heaven.
“You’re going to ride me now.” I told her. Without removing my cock, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her off the couch so that I could sit down with her immediately being on top.
“Holy fuck that was hot. I can’t wait to drain your balls.”
I was in for one of the best rides of my life; Taylor bouncing up and down on me as her tits did the same in front of my face. I did everything with my hands that hands can do in that situation: I grabbed her boobs, smacked her ass, pulled her hair, lightly choked her, and grabbed her hips to help her slam down onto me or grind me even harder. This was bliss, but it wasn’t about to last long.
“Taylor, I’m gonna cum” She stood up and kneeled down at the edge of the couch while I remained laid back but still sitting halfway up. She spit on my cock and then started titty fucking me, slowing down here and there to suck on the head. This didn’t last long at all. I told her again she was about to drain my balls just as she wanted. I stood up but she kept me in her mouth. I placed one hand on the back of her head while she grabbed her tits and pressed them together just like all the big titted pornstars do when they’re about to receive a hot load all over them.
The build up to the orgasm felt like it took whole minutes. This was going to huge. Just as I pulled my cock out her mouth I began spraying ropes of cum all over her tits and neck. I drenched her chest with spurt after spurt after spurt of hot cum. When I was finally done, she sucked the remnant drops from my tip. I allowed myself to fall back onto the couch, probably breathing far heavier than necessary. She lifted her boobs up to her mouth and licked up all the cum I had just dumped on her. “Holy fuck.”
That was the last time I ever saw her in person. We’re still friends on social media but the communication essentially ceased after that (just like her marriage lol). I think she just wanted to use me for that one time. I’d love for her to use me again one day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ovxd9a/mf_trophy_wife_licked_my_huge_load_of_cum_off_her