This is the story of how I met Katie (one of her many aliases), a delightful yet conflicted woman I fucked regularly for some 4 or 5 years, aside from an interruption when she had her 3rd child.This went down when i was about 52 and she was around 37. Katie was the most sex-hungry woman I ever met, and we invited another man in to help me fuck her twice, got with a couple another time, fucked in my house twice and hers once, in my office 3-4 times at least, a few times in a big work van I had access to at the time, and many times in hotels. This does not include the times she sucked me off in my car, or the time we did the dirty in a public park. It was a rollicky ride that ended abruptly and had many sad and sordid phases along with loads of memorable sex.
Katie fucked with abandon but was also guilt ridden between fucks, which I did not know about for a long time, and eventually put herself into therapy as a self-diagnosed sex addict. I fell for her far more than I should have and it took me a long time to get over her. I still have a soft spot for her. She was the classic mother-whore, a real sweetheart who wrote poetry and ran an event for disabled children once a year and took care of her husband and two school-age kids all the while she was cruising the internet looking for hookups –something else I also only learned about later.
It began with yet another one of my posts on craisglist. This one was in the category of Miscellaneous Romance, back in the heyday of craigslist personals, around 2005. This was kind of an in-between category that was not quite for hook-ups (that would have been Casual Encounters) but also not for conventional long-term romance (that would have been Men Seeking Women). My ad was long and carefully written, stating clearly that I wanted to find one married women who was looking for one married man for a long-term affair — an erotic friendship where we gave each other what we lacked in our marriages, and explored and celebrated our sensuality. I wanted a woman who was left-liberal in her politics like me, artistic if possible, and no more looking to change her domestic situation than I was. A common enough search, I believe. This was the first of four affairs I had like this, all found on craigslist, counting my current one has been going on about four years now.
The only answer I got to this ad — it only take one — was from Katie. She was flirty and sexy from the get-go, a married mother of two in a suburb of the large Texas city I live in. She sent me alluring photos I wish I had saved, one of her long legs with black boots up to her knees and showing plenty of thigh- – I so love women in boots — and another of herself hanging off her couch upside down with her red dress pulled to her waist to expose her bountiful tits. We corresponded for a few days, and she was in a hurry to meet me. She had what I would almost describe as a sense of mission.
I reserved a room on a weekday evening in February — it turned out to be Katie’s birthday — in a somewhat seedy hotel on a major street near an elevated highway, between her place and mine. You never know if the lady will actually show up — I have been stood up in a motel room a time or two — or quite what to expect once she arrives. I arrived early as I always like to do, to get a feel for the place, freshen up, and look through the curtain in anticipation. The room was on the second floor, in the middle of a kind of U-shaped layout so I could see everyone who parked and climbed the stairs. I saw Katie for the first time as she hopped out of her car and headed my way.
She practically burst through the door as I opened it and wrestled me onto the bed, stripping off her clothes and mine. She was almost as tall as my 6′, and big-boned. She had the hands of a peasant, masculine and strong. She wore her dirty-blonde hair medium length and had thick strong thighs. She had wonderfully generous breasts that loved to be pulled and pinched and caressed, and — oh my god — as lovely a pussy as you can ever hope to experience. I had written her that I enjoyed reverse cowgirl, so she positioned me on my back and mounted me with her back towards me unprompted. I love to watch my cock slide in and out woman’s pussy from that vantage point, and see her labia expand and contract as it’s wrapped around my shaft. I first tried to take her without a condom, but she said You are going to have to fight me first to do that. That struck me as odd, so I just rolled on the condom.
She was not one for talking, unlike most every other woman I’ve been with. I learned what I came to know about her mostly via email. So I really can’t remember what we said, but she liked me well enough to agree to meet me again the next morning. I like to get a two-fer out of hotels, to get the most bang for my buck. I handed her a copy of Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being and we hurried back to our spouses.
My wife and I shared a car during this time, so I had to get up early the next morning to catch a bus to meet Katie again. I strongly prefer hotels that accept cash, as this one did. Some require that you first put it on a card but you can still pay with cash in the morning if you spend the night or are able to come back the next day. I felt nervous once I arrived back in the room, and to be honest was not sure I wanted her to come back. In the beginning of a real affair, I sometimes wonder, What am I getting myself into? Who is this woman, really? And the sex is rarely as good the first time as it soon becomes, as you begin to learn how to turn each other on. And part of me doubted she would come back. Why should she, what with kids and all? But of course she did. I ate her like a good boy — I love doing that — before fucking her again. She came to love the way I ate her, with a finger inserted inside her vagina massaging her g-spot, giving her new joy that she later wrote about in an online journal I discovered .. without her knowing that I had found it. More on that in due course.
She offered to give me a ride to my office which I gladly accepted. After an hour or so at work, I realized that I my phone was missing; it had slipped out of my pocket in her car. I emailed her and to my surprise, she agreed to come back down that afternoon and hand it to me. We met in a convenience store, and she had her two young children with her .. the older had regular appointments with a therapist down that way anyway … and she handed me a chocolate bar along with the phone. Did I not mention that she was a sweetheart?
That she returned my phone strikes me to this day as an act of great generosity. It certainly meant we were having an affair, not just a one-night stand. So began my roller-coaster of a ride with Katie.
Thanks for reading, and yes there will be more.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hy7dek/married_man_52_confesses_i_fuck_milf_f_katie_37
Heck of a start, keep it going.