Getting tagged by the nympho MILF cheerleader

ok here’s my “I swear I never thought this would happen to me” story.

I’m in an adult sports rec league. Co-ed but mostly guys, naturally. The few women that do participate are all very fit and super hot and get tons of male attention, naturally. I prefer to just leave them alone and do my thing, because when people in the scene date, it always causes drama, and honestly, I’m there for fun and exercise; I can find girlfriends elsewhere. That’s the backstory.

A couple years back this new woman starts showing up, married, early 40’s but very fit, hot, blonde, big tits, great body, former cheerleader, super social / outgoing, flirty to everyone. A total firecracker. Married to a doctor, who apparently works too much, but she doesn’t have to work.

Not long after, the rumors start… she’s banging this one guy (he’s married)… then a few months later, a different guy (also married). Drama, gossip, another guy… this goes on… by my informal and subjective count, she’s banged at least 10 married guys in the extended social circle. At least one divorce is pending and several marriages are in delicate status because they got found out. And a couple of the single guys too.

This whole time I’m staying clear but she’s flirty and forward with me just like everyone else.

Last year, she invited everyone to her birthday pool party at their house. There were 20 dudes, her, and her husband. Awkward? Yes. I met her husband, nice guy, a bit geeky in that MD way. I was wondering if I’m the only guy here who hasn’t hit that.

Probably.

So the party goes on, everybody getting tipsy, I have to go pee so I ask here where the bathroom is. “follow me I’ll show you” – she shows me then steps inside with me and closes the door, and immediately she’s all over me. I figure, why not, she’s been teasing me so long and “it’s my turn”. So we make out briefly in the bathroom, hands everywhere. But I really do have to pee and I don’t want to get caught so I kick her out. Pee, wash hands, splash water on my face, look in the mirror and ask myself WTF dude? But I can’t help smiling.

I open the bathroom door and shes’ standing there waiting, smiling at me. Grabs my hand, says “follow me” and takes me out to the garage. Instantly she’s all over me, we are making out, she’s saying dirty dirty things, I’m grabbing her ass, she’s grabbing my hard dick through my swim trunks. And I’m thinking, “your husband and kids are just on the other side of that wall”.

I kind of freaked out. Normally I’m pretty sexually aggressive and open, but this time got me. Just pure luck, I stepped back to take a breath, and the garage door to the house opened – it was her son, wondering where she went! And there we are, standing looking at each other, my hard on making a tent in my pants.

Yeah kid, your mom’s a nympho homewrecker. Anyway she makes up some lame excuse about me helping her with their bikes, and goes back inside with her son. I took that as my cue and bolted, left the party without saying good bye.

A few minutes later I get a text from her: “I love you. Can we fuck?”

Nice.

So now she’s got me on the hook… I want a taste of that… did I mention she’s basically every guy’s fantasy cheerleader turned into a horny milf? Seriously. And she loves to show off and tease.

Time goes by, texts are exchanged, we see each other at the sports thing and eventually I text her one Monday, hey let’s get a drink after work. Finally, she says yes and we meet at one of those big chain bar/ restaurants on the freeway, busy suburban shopping center. Location is far from our neighborhood so less likely to see anyone we know.

I didn’t really have a plan, other than maybe making out a bit and seeing if we can talk and find out what she’s up to. That’s not how it worked out. We have a couple drinks, sitting in a booth and I’m next to her, hugging her, rubbing shoulders, flirting, getting “that look” from the lady waitresses. We are both getting pretty horny but it’s time to go. She says “what do you want to do now?” and I reply, “honestly, I want to take you to a hotel room and fuck your brains out”

She says “I don’t have time for that, how about we make out in the car for a while?” ok, sure, blueballs are not my favorite thing but why not.

So we get to her car and it. is. on. Full on makeout session, hands everywhere, broad daylight in the parking lot right in front of the front door of a large busy restaurant. Then she says, ‘let’s get in the backseat there’s more room” ok…

As soon as I climb back there with her she’s on top of me. Grinding, grabbing my dick, she says “pull your pants down I want to hold your dick” … ok… by the time I get my pants down, she has her pants completely off, and she climbs on top and BOOM grabs my dick and slips me in. She’s dripping wet and damn that pussy feels good. She’s riding me, bouncing so hard that the car is wobbling, saying “that’s my dick now, my dick”.

She pulls up her shirt and bra all at once in one smooth motion and I finally get to see those amazing tits. Damn. Absolutely without a doubt the finest boobs I’ve ever seen in person. Big ol D’s, firm, soft, nice pale nipples and I’m all over those, sucking, squeezing. She keeps bouncing til she comes, hard, quivering and kind of moaning low and long.

After a moment she catches her breath and says “I want you to come in me, I want go home with your come in my pussy”.
Now I have to repeat: I’m not an innocent man. I’m a dirty, horny dude, I’ve done a lot of sexy stuff. But that is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

The problem was, we are in a car with non tinted windows, people are walking past, I look around and I’m pretty sure this lady a few cars over has her phone out and is taking video.

It freaks me out a bit. She’s getting off on the risk and the public sex, obviously, but for me, there is no way I’m going to be able to come like this. And I told her that… sorry babe we better stop here and resume some other time.

And that was it, we got dressed, kissed good bye and drove our separate ways.

Since then… we’ve seen each other a few times with other people around… I can’t get her alone long enough to talk. I’ve texted her to get drinks or whatever… nope, polite reply but there’s always something else she has to do. So I guess I’ve been bagged and tagged and she’s moving on to her next target.

I haven’t told anyone this story until today, not even my closest bro’s (who are probably my Eskimo brothers now).

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/56boar/getting_tagged_by_the_nympho_milf_cheerleader