[This a repost of a story I put up several months ago. It was removed as Reddit thought is was spam.]
This is a true story. I changed the names of all and some details to further disguise the identities of those in this story. The dialogues are to the best of my memory. It has been near 45 years since this happened so I hope you will cut me some slack.
Claire was a hot, sexy cheating wife who liked younger men. Claire had permed light brown hair, blue eyes, stood about 5′ 7″. She had small breasts and a tight ass that wiggled when she walked. She weighed 125 lbs. Claire was very good looking with delicate features and a light complexion. I was 5′ 11″ and weighed 235 lbs and was in excellent shape.
To recap: Claire was one of the three older church ladies I lusted after in my teens and twenties. When she was 40 and I was 20 we had a hot make out, fondling and oral session in her husbands office. She had locked him outside his office so we could have fun without interruption. Tim watched that session through his office front door. Five years later she and I were alone in her work office. I had gone down on her and fingered her years earlier. Her husband knew we were here and what we were here to do. This post picks up when Claire and I are spooning on a sofa in her office. Claire said she wanted to talk to me.
If you want to skip the preliminaries, skip down to the —— line.
“Have you ever been with a married woman”? I said yes. “When”? I said last year. “What was her name”? Darla. “Describe her”. I did. “Did her husband know she was naughty”? I told her I didn’t think her husband knew about us.
She was quiet for a while and asked “Was she older than you”? I said yes, she was 22 years older. She asked several questions about Darla: how long we saw each other, did I think she was sexy, was I still seeing her, how did it end and did I miss her. I thought her questions were strange as most women I had been with didn’t seem to want to know about others I had been with. But I was going to learn why all the questions later.
She rolled facing me and asked “So, you like older women”? I said yes. She asked if I remembered the time I fingered her in the closet of the church. I said of course I did. It is a favorite memory of mine.
Did I remember going down on her in her bedroom. Again, I said of course I did.
Did I remember when we kissed and groped each other in the back of the church while Tim watched us? (Uh, yes it was one of the sexiest experiences I have had.) I said yes, you were very sexy. And I liked how you ordered Tim to leave, so we could be alone.
She asked what made it so sexy. I said kissing and touching her in front of her husband. She said “Um, Did you like what we did this morning”? I said yes, I like doing things with her in front of Tim. She started kissing me hard and reached down to my cock.
She stopped kissing me, slid off the sofa, threw back the blanket and got on her knees. She wiggled down to my crotch area and started to lick the head of my cock slowly while stroking it and occasionally lightly touching my balls.
She began asking me questions about women in town, women in our church and girls she knew I had dated. She would name a woman and ask if I thought she was pretty, If I said no or I didn’t know her she would go on to another name.
If I said yes, I thought she was pretty, she would take my entire cock down her throat once or twice. She would then ask me if I would like to have sex with them (again she does not use the word ‘fuck’).
I said yes to all but one of these because, well, I was a horny 25 year old guy. This would cause her to move up to my mouth and I would get a deep wet kiss while she jacked my cock. (My conclusion, after thinking on this for several decades, is that she was envisioning me fucking these women.)
After the first of these deep kisses I started to reach out and play with her pussy for the duration of the kiss. Then she would move back to my cock and resume her licking, stroking and ball caressing before asking about the next woman or girl. It was strange but very erotic. Looking back now, fifty years later, she was giving me one of the best blow jobs of my life.
The last woman she named was one of the other two church beauties I had wanted to fuck for years. Hearing her name made my cock jerk in her mouth. Claire lifted up her head and said “Oh, you naughty boy, you want to have sex with Fran don’t you”? I sighed and said yes. She resumed her blow job but seemed to put more effort into it. She asked me if I had touched Fran as I had touched her (Claire). I lied and said no.
She kept sucking and licking. No moving up to kiss my mouth, just intense sucking and licking. And touching and licking my balls. She paused and said “I think Fran would like to have sex with you. I see her looking at you sometimes”. Ah, jeez my cock got harder again. Claire smiled and said she couldn’t be jealous as she thought Fran was very pretty and sexy, too. She said she noticed many men in the congregation looked her over.
Talking about Fran seemed to excite her, Claire started breathing hard and her face was turning pink. She was working on my cock like a pro making slurping sounds. Sometimes she would lift her head up and rub my cock on her face with a low moan. And then she would drop her head down to resume her deep throat sucking. I noticed she had one hand working her pussy, fingering herself. I thought it was time to turn the tables.
I told Claire to look at me. She looked up but kept her mouth on my cock. I asked “Claire, do you like sucking my cock”? She made a sound and slightly nodded her head. I asked if she like sucking cocks of men like me. Young men?
She pulled of my cock and looked me in the eye. She did not hesitate, she said “Yes, I like to suck cocks, I like young men”. She licked the head of my cock one final time and said “I’m ready”.
She grabbed the blanket and threw it over the back of the sofa. She climbed on the cushions putting her sweet ass toward me. She took hold of the sofa back and put her head down. What a beautiful view. Her pussy area was wet, glistening. Her labia were red and her pussy hole was slightly open. I got a rubber and put it on. Finally I was going to have her.
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I stood up and put the head of my cock at her entrance. I pushed inside of her and kept still for a few seconds. It felt so perfect. My cock was in a woman I had wanted since I first became aware of women. I lightly touched her ass and then put my hands on her hips.
I began to fuck her married cunt slowly. I wanted to extend this moment and enjoy her body. I started to talk to her. I told her I had wanted her since I was 14. I told her she was beautiful. I said I knew men wanted her but I was so happy she was with me now. I said Tim did not deserve a woman like her. I told her she felt so good. I told her I wanted to make her come.
Claire was quiet, she did not respond to my talking. (She probably wanted me to shut up and just fuck her.) She started to push back to meet my cock. She would sometimes say “Yes that’s it” or she would say my name. After a few minutes she started with “Ooh” or “Oh” from time to time. She reached down with one hand and touching her clit. I felt her fingers touch my cock from time to time.
Claire started a steady, low moan. I picked up my fucking speed and took a tighter grip on her hips. Gradually the low moan changed to a growl. She starting pushing her ass back to reach my thrusts with more energy. More hunger? I could tell she was getting closer to a climax.
I started slamming my cock into her as hard as I could. I was in good shape and much larger than Claire. I could see her body shake with every thrust. Suddenly Claire yelled “Fuck me harder, fuck me, fuck me”. (Finally the F word from her!) I gave her everything I had. I was slamming into her so hard I was lifting her off the sofa.
She screamed “Pull my hair, pull it now, give it to me now”! I grabbed the back of her her head and yanked her head up with my left hand, I reached around to her chest and pinched her right nipple as hard as I could.
Claire began shaking and yelling “Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes”. That did it for me. I shot my cum into the rubber as I held my cock inside her. I held my position for half a minute, I let go of her hair and nipple. I was panting hard. She let her head drop down to the back of the sofa. I ran my hands down her back, touching her lightly.
I was sweating, it was rolling down my face and chest. Claire was quietly, I don’t know, crying? I put my hands back to her hips and pulled out of her and stepped back. She dropped down and sat on the blanket. She had a tear running down from an eye but she was smiling.
She motioned for me to come to her. She put her hands up and I bent down to kiss her. We kissed gently for 10 seconds or so. She leaned back to break our kiss. She said “I wish we had done this years ago”. I agreed with her and sat down next to her. She leaned against me with my arm around her. We stayed like that for minutes.
Claire broke the stillness saying we needed to clean up. She reached for the rubber and said “I better get rid of the evidence”. She pulled it off, bent down and sucked my soft cock for a few seconds. She sat up and said “Um, next time, I promise”. She pointed to the door and said “Out and to the right”.
I cleaned off using paper towels and went back to the office. Claire had already put away the blanket and pillow. She had a paper bag open, partially filled with tissues. She asked me to help her get dressed. I steadied her as she put on her panties. I lifted her dress up and got it on her. She checked herself in a mirror and said “Pretty obvious what I’ve been up to” and then she laughed. She came to me, gave me a kiss and said I need to get fixed up, I was to have a seat.
She came back looking beautiful, again. Hair in place, make up redone, lip stick perfect. Dress looking great, showing her body, nipples just slightly poking out. I helped her put on her heels, running my hands up the backs of her legs. She gave me a playful slap, grabbed the paper bag and her handbag. We walked out, she locked the door. She asked me to put the paper bag in a trash can. We held hands as I walked her to her car. She threw her handbag inside and turned to kiss me.
We kissed deeply for several minutes. I told her, again, she was beautiful. And I asked if I would see her again. She said “Of course. I loved our time together today, Good bye, drive safely”. She got into her car and drove away smiling as she left.
That was the last time Claire and I were together. Several months later I stopped at the store on a Sunday afternoon. Her car was parked there. I rang the bell and waited for her. She came to the door and looked surprised. She asked what was I doing? I said I wanted to surprise her. She said I couldn’t just show up were she worked. What if she had one of her children with her. What if someone was with her? She told me to leave and closed the door. I heard her lock it.
I left with my tail between my legs. I was young, foolish, impetuous. My rashness caused her to end our relationship. I sometimes saw her at church but we never talked. For decades.
About ten years ago I was with some of my family to celebrate my mother’s birthday. I saw Claire and Tim in a booth across the room. She looked at me and smiled, I smiled back. I waved, she waved. That was the last time I saw Claire.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/rk67hr/i_finally_have_claire_part_3_str8_mf_oral_sex