The Stunning Redheaded Soccer Mom Ch. 3 [MF]

You may want to start at the beginning, [Ch. 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tyk0ob/the_stunning_redheaded_soccer_mom_ch_1_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

Ch. 3

We got to her car, her in the driver’s seat and me in the passenger. She has a Mercedes SUV with a middle console that I immediately realized would make any incidental touching impossible.

I started babbling something about how I don’t understand why parents these days have to attend practices. When I was a kid we rode our bikes to practices by ourselves, etc.

I just can’t think when I am around her. I babble incoherently.

Then I caught myself and started asking about her. I learned that Biff is her second marriage. Her first husband died in a car accident when her daughter was two. They were together a year before getting married and had their daughter about a year and a half later. So together about 4.5 years total.

She met Biff when her daughter was almost five (she was almost 10 at this point).

She told me how Biff was so amazing when they met. Yes, he was rich and did things only a rich guy could do. She had mentioned she loved crab cakes so he flew her to New Orleans to eat crab cakes at Commander’s Palace and they sat at the chef’s table in the kitchen. (I didn’t peg Biff for having that kind of money.)

But more importantly, it was how he listened. He picked her up one evening for a surprise date and drove her to the edge of the city. She then realized they were going to the cemetery.

He opened his trunk and had a giant bouquet of calla lilies (April had once mentioned they were her favorites.) And he led her straight to her grandmother’s grave.

He remembered her saying how special her grandmother was to her and that she had died on May 1, May Day, and it was May 1 when he took her there.

She said he was so attentive and sweet. When her first husband died she never thought she’d marry again. They were so perfectly matched in every way. Then Biff came along and she thought she was blessed to find two great people in her life when many people can’t find one. He wasn’t the perfect match her first husband was, but he was such a sweet, kind, loving guy.

They dated for months and he didn’t even try to have sex with her. Things got sexual after a few months, but they didn’t actually have sex until the night they got engaged, about nine months after they met.

That kind, attentive Biff slowly vanished in the first year after they married.

She says now he treats her like an object to be shown off to his friends and strangers. He strongly encouraged her to quit her job that she loved, and was successful at. She worked for a large corporation and was next in line to be promoted to VP.

She said she knows it is ridiculous to complain about not having to work and getting to go to Pilates and charity events as often as she wants. But it was not what she planned for her life. And not very fulfilling.

Yes, she has a nearly unlimited budget for clothes, etc. But he is very insistent on her buying name brand clothes and comments if they aren’t tight enough or short enough, etc.

He barely pays attention to her and her daughter. He has two teenagers from a previous marriage that stay with them two weekends a month, but he often leaves them to April while he golfs or works or does other things.

He works late, golfs often, and barely has time for April. Except for sex, which she says they have once or twice daily, but isn’t fulfilling.

I must have had a surprised look on my face because she asked if I would be bothered by her being too explicit. Of course, I shook my head “no.”

She said she many women would be envious of such frequent sex, but he just pounds her hard for five or 10 minutes until he cums and pays no attention to whether she enjoyed herself. He also wants blowjobs regularly but her description of it sounds like he fucks her mouth to the point she gags until he cums.

I am blown away by all this information. Trying to process how this graceful, elegant woman is talking so openly with me about this. I am semi-erect imagining her having sex.

She adds that with her deceased husband she used to love to give head. She again asked if I minded her talking candidly, then explained that if she has any fetish, it is that she loves “cock.”

Yes, she said the word “cock,” which really caught me off guard.

She described how she loved to slowly play with and tease during blow jobs and that they could last 30 minutes to an hour with her first husband, but now it is five minutes of no pleasure.

I am fully erect and just trying to process all I am hearing. She must have just really needed someone to open up to.

She asked about my life. I explained that I love my wife. She is smart, beautiful and a good person. But she suffers from severe anxiety and occasional depression. We only have sex about once a month because we only seem to have about one or two calm, peaceful nights a week and I just enjoy the tranquility so much, I don’t want to interrupt it, even with sex.

But that the once or twice a month the sex is great.

We had been in her car 15 to 20 minutes at this point. Then there is a pause in the conversation. I don’t know where to take it from here. I am processing all she said and wondering if I should ask follow up questions or divert to another topic.

After what seemed like forever – probably less than a minute – she said, “So this is the first time we have been alone, do you really want to just talk?”

I stammered a response, “ummm, errrr, uhhh what else do you have in mind?”

“So there is something between us, right? Like you feel it, too, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“Well I can see you are hard and I told you my fetish, can I see it?” she asked.

I hesitate for a second. Not sure I heard her correctly.

“I mean, if I am wrong about us or that is too weird, forget I said anything,” she said.

I start unbuttoning my pants and pull out my dick.

She asked me to stroke it for her.

Her hand was quickly under her sweatshirt rubbing her nipple.

I started slowly stroking while looking at her staring intently at my dick. Then she unbuttoned her pants and slid her hand inside, all while not breaking her eye lock with my dick.

Then she starts directing me. “A little faster.”

“Pull your pants down more so I can see better.”

“Slower.”

“Harder.”

Then our eyes meet and I hear her breathing changing.

I have to slow down or I am going to explode. Her hand starts moving fast. Her eyes close. She lets out a moan. Her body tenses and then collapses.

When her hand is out from her pants, I grab it and take her fingers in my mouth and lick them clean.

She tastes incredible. A touch of sweetness missed with the saltiness. I love going down on women and really enjoy the taste. But there are a handful of women I have been with who just taste incredible. She is one of those.

Then I feel her hand over mine as I am stroking.

“Can I take over? she asked.

I move my hand and she stokes slowly and softly. Then she circles her first finger and thumb tightly around the base and she leans across the console and slowly licks up my shaft.

She flicks the head with her tongue, then closes her mouth around the head and strokes tightly and slowly up and down with her circled fingers.

At this angle I can only see the side of her face and her neck. That sexy neck Her tongue plays with the head while she sucks it.

I moan. Then tell her I am close to cumming. She lowers her mouth around my dick. Then with her circled fingers and mouth starts going up and down.

It couldn’t have been more than four or five times before I tell her I am going to cum. She grabs and tugs my balls with her other hand and keeps going up and down with her mouth and hand.

I can’t hold back any longer. My back thrust back against the seat. My right hand grabbed the side of the seat. My hips thrust forward. And I came in her mouth in several spurts. She kept her mouth on me taking as much as she could. Some fell out of her mouth and back on to my dick and balls.

She turned her head and looked up at me and smiled as she swallowed. Then she went back to slowly clean up the rest.

She really seemed to enjoy it and was taking her time.

At this point I was suddenly aware of my surroundings for the first time in 10 or 20 minutes. How long I am not sure. Any estimate of time in this encounter is just a guess.

Any one walking by would have surely seen us. No one appeared to be in the cars parked beside us.

Her long 5’10” body was sprawled across the console to my seat.

She finished cleaning up. Got back to her seat and then leaned over and gave me a deep, passionate kiss.

It was the first time we had ever kissed.

I always scoff at people playing up the magic of a kiss. It seems like something for teen drama or romance novels. But it was an amazing kiss.

I still to this day have no idea how no one saw us, or maybe someone did. I’ll never know.

We got dressed and composed ourselves then just held hands quietly for the next 5 or 10 minutes until we saw practice was ending. I did take her hand in my mouth one more time to get any remaining taste of her that was left.

I thought the quiet was a good sign. That we were both pleased and content. But later I wondered what she had been thinking. We still hadn’t exchanged numbers. Why didn’t I give her my number?

I didn’t have to wonder long as later that night she contacted me through social media.

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