This story involves cheating. If you don’t like that, please read no further and leave now.
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Several years ago, I met a woman named “Grace” on Ashley Madison. Both of us were married at the time and we instantly hit it off via chat. This progressed to us chatting outside of that platform and we developed a great rapport over the next few weeks. She was very intelligent, charming, ambitious, and also really attractive: Asian, 5’1″, around 130, long black hair, intense dark eyes, and had the smoothest skin I have ever felt. What I liked most about her was the openness and vulnerability we showed. We quickly became good chat friends, and began speaking on the phone when we could. Our chemistry only grew. (Side note – she is the first person who told me about Reddit. A few years later I made a Reddit account because of her – thank you Grace. ;) ) As for what I look like, I am 5’11”, 185, green eyes, light brown hair, and an athletic build (think “mesomorph”).
It became apparent rather quickly that if an opportunity to meet arouse, we needed to explore that. Rather conveniently, I had one evening appear where I would be completely alone all night. Of course, I told Grace this. She swiftly planned a weekend getaway with a girlfriend of hers – but they both drove there separately – and instead of driving home on Sunday, she drove a few more hours to me and rented an AirBnB near my work. As the day came closer, everything intensified.
I remember walking to the rental house for the first time. She had fallen asleep on the couch and I could see her. :) She wasn’t waking up, even from the doorbell or my calls. She looked so precious sleeping like that. Eventually when she did wake up, we immediately embraced and kissed deeply. I love when a woman looks just as good or better than her pictures and from videochat. And Grace was an amazing kisser. Gentle, prodding, aggressive, open, teasing, relentless, and open to me consuming her. Kissing is the perfect prelude to what will be coming next.
Eventually we made our way to that couch, and I fucked her doggystyle. Hard. Deep. Roughly. I slapped her ass, she reached back to claw into my skin, I pulled her hair, grabbed her neck, and pounded her cunt relentlessly. She is also the first woman who told me she wanted her face slapped – at first, I was absolutely appalled by this. Why would a man ever do this and why would a woman ever want this? I learned that in the right situations, it is unbelievably erotic.
After our first round, I laid back on the couch. She made me a drink and told me to enjoy a sports game while she worshipped my cock. I ignored her while she feverishly devoured me for at least 45 minutes. Wet, slurping, slopping, rough, gentle, everything you’d want when your cock is being thoroughly adored. When I finished my drink, she then started to deep throat my cock. To this day, no one has ever deep throated me the way that she did. The tightness of my cock going down her throat, and when I came out of her throat, the intense pleasure that then flooded over me. She did this until I eventually came down her married throat. She held me in her throat for every single bit of that orgasm of mine.
Something that I love is talking, flirting, playing, and debating various topics in between orgasms. Both of us naked, enjoying each other’s company. I felt at home with her. Eventually, we made our way to the bedroom, and she deftly slipped to the bathroom that was connected to our room. I could hear her putting something on, and when she came out – she had on this exotic black lingerie set, complete with thigh-high leggings. My god (by contrast – I was used to a woman who never once wore lingerie for me during our marriage) – she looked divine. We fucked over and over and over that night. Multiple positions. Multiple orgasms for her, more for me, and I filled her up inside and out.
Waking up to the gray of the morning light with our naked bodies intertwined, I kissed her neck. Smelled her. Ran my hands along her incredibly smooth, divine skin. I dove down to her cunt and feasted on her, and then yet again fucked her, holding off my orgasm until she had had at least a few.
I had to go to work for an 8am meeting and didn’t want to leave her, but I had to. Eventually we said our goodbyes, I went home and changed into fresh clothes for work, and went to my meeting. I remember sitting there, almost in a daze, and feeling completely full and enchanted from the past 12 hours. It enlivened everything; it enhanced every part of my day. Grace drove home later that morning and we both went back to our “regular” lives.
Grace and I remained friends. A few years later we almost hooked up again, but the timing did not work out. We both moved even farther away to different jobs and that made it even more difficult. I think that there are some people who come into our lives and are meant to share an important message to us. She definitely did that for me, and I think that I was very impactful for her. And who knows, perhaps she will even see this story. ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yztuqd/a_married_academic_f_drove_8_hours_to_spend_a
Great, great story.