A couple of months ago when I was single, I fucked quite a few men… but my most memorable one has to be a married man.
It was always a secret fantasy of mine to get fucked by a married DILF, so when the opportunity came up, I took it. I met Mike (not his real name) at the country club that my family sometimes goes to, and after a conversation, I found out that he was married but on the process of separation.
I was wearing a very short golf skirt that he kept stealing glances at, and he was this hot, tall, rugged daddy who looks like he works out. We obviously had the hots for one another, so I asked if he wanted to do something “fun”. He immediately got the idea, and asked me to meet him at his house later that night.
I wore a lace black lingerie underneath my dress when I arrived, and he wasted no time in kissing me and taking the dress off. There was no one else in the house, so he laid me down on the couch, pushed the lingerie to the side, and started eating me out.
There’s something so sensual about married men, they’re so passionate in the way they fuck. We held hands as he fingered me with the other, and I noticed that he was wearing his wedding ring which made it so much fucking hotter.
I begged Mike to fuck me but he took his sweet time in getting me frustrated, double the fact that he kept calling me his “good girl”… I was soaking and I was ready to fuck this man’s brains out.
It was a blurry night of wild sex. We fucked on his bed, on his couch, on his kitchen island, and he satisfied my breeding kink more than once. What pushed him over the edge was when I sucked on his finger (with his wedding ring in it) while maintaining eye contact, while he was balls deep in me. I gave that man the biggest orgasm of his life.
(Note: I’m posting this up here because I know my boyfriend loves reading about my sex adventures. Hi babe!)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rgm9el/fm_the_one_time_i_f23_fucked_a_married_man_m41
You are not a good girl.