As a Latina, nothing gets me hotter than a truly confident man. I’m not talking about some bullshit poseur, talking loud and fronting, but someone who doesn’t even need to say a single word yet all the other men tread lightly around them, knowing their place. In my culture, we call this “machismo” and it’s the ultimate aphrodisiac. I believe in the duality of a person in the sense that I’m not looking to wind the clock back 2 generations and make my entire life about folding laundry, but still… I just get so hot for genuine tough guys. The instant I met “Gene” (name changed for anonymity) I could tell he was the real deal. At first, I thought he was in the military, based on his insane physique despite being in his mid 40s, his “high and tight” haircut, and his ultra-masculinity, but it turns out he’s just VP of Sales at some company. The sex with this man is beyond Rockstar. He knows exactly what to do… foreplay lasts until he makes me orgasm… his dick is curved perfection and it just… he beats my pussy up in ways that make me scream unattractive noises. I can always feel it the day after… that delicious dull ache—I am too tight. I know many girls say that but I truly am.
Gene is married and has 3 adult children. I HATE drama and I don’t fuck around with married guys. I didn’t know he was married the first time we hooked up. After two rounds of of mind-bending sex, he casually mentioned something about one of his kids while we showered together. Then he didn’t deny being married when I asked. He pulled the “open marriage” line on me, and I pushed back; I hear that all the time and its bullshit more often than not. Well, not in this case.
“Let’s swing by my house before next time!” Gene suggests and then went back to making out with me in the hot water. Even though the sex was up there with the best of my life, I planned on rejecting Gene. TBH, after that first time in bed, I expected Gene to chase this 23-year-old pussy, but he didn’t. When he didn’t text for a week, I have to admit, it made me want him. I even vibed to him. But after I month, I assumed he was “married guy” and I had been duped. I was wrong. When he finally texted, my brain stopped working and I just replied “yes” back to him. He picked me up and, to my surprise and horror, took me to his house.
I met his wife. She was his age, and you can tell that she used to be hot but time had not been kind. The woman was definitely bullied by Gene into the “open marriage” – she didn’t say a word to me past a meek hello. In general, Gene seemed to be bully everyone. Of his 3 adult children, two had moved out of state and rarely came back. The other one stuck around and seemed to idolize him.
After the awkward three minutes in his kitchen where Gene interrogated his wife, asking her what she accomplished while he was being “productive” I thought he was going to suggest we have sex right here in his bedroom with her still in the house. I am 99% certain that I would have said “no” to that scenario. I was so uncomfortable at Gene’s house… I had dressed extra sexy for him, wanting to prove that he was stupid for not immediately, and desperately, texting me right after we hooked up. I was mad that I couldn’t leave the text on read for a day or two and then be flaky about plans. I didn’t like how he dropped the “married-bomb” in the shower after sex. Now I was even more mad he made me orgasm, scream, and then miss him.
We finally left and went to my place where Gene did unholy things to me in my bed, against the wall, hopped up on the bathroom sink… then, like clockwork, he didn’t text for a month. We’ve hooked up five times. Every time with that month of silence in-between. Then, last month, he never texted. I figured it was done… Frankly, I was relieved and happy the whole thing was over. But then, just now, after 2 months of nothing… Gene texted.
I wrote this confession looking at a text I just got from him. He only ever sends me two words, “meet up?”. My brain is screaming “No!” but I’m so tempted to reply “sure”. I still haven’t decided.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pnlt66/45m23f_alpha_gene_and_me