Yoga Pants-Obsessed [M] Dad Gladly Cheats on Wife with a [F] Stupid Slutty Cougar

*This is my last nonfiction post, as I’ve run out. I could write about other sexual experiences, but they’d read as boring, standard foreplay and missionary sex with a few doggystyles thrown in for good measure. The truth of the matter is that while I consider myself a crazy stupid horny cougar skank, I’ve really only been one for the better part of 18 months. But onto my last nonfiction chapter:*

I frequent (and still do) a coffee shop in Marin County, CA. Pre-COVID, I would go to my yoga class and then drive to the coffee shop afterwards 3-4 times a week. Occasionally, I would see a man with his baby boy there, holstered in his Baby Bjorn, and talking to other normal patrons. I would say hello to him every now and then and engage in small talk, and let him know how cute I thought his baby was, but that was it.

One particular time, I went into the shop and ordered a latte, which meant I had to wait for a little while they pulled the espresso shot and steamed the milk, in addition to all of the orders in front of me. Directly behind me was this same man, but this time without his child. I said hello to him, introduced myself as I had never known his name. He introduced himself too, and we talked more in depth than normal; I found out that both him and his wife worked from home as software engineers, he rarely left the house except for coffee and grocery runs, and as they did not have a nanny, split their time with daycare. Essentially, he remarked, he had no time for himself or his wife.

He walked me back to my G-Wagon, and then gave me his business card in case I ever wanted to grab lunch. I asked him if his wife would be ok with that, and he said “of course not, she’s jealous and rarely lets me out of the house.” For some reason, this direct, no-bullshit response really turned me on. He was lonely and had no spark in his life at the moment, and wasn’t afraid to admit it. Right before I got into my car I tested to see his high libido intentions; I pulled up my yoga pants so that my cameltoe would be more pronounced, and tied my hair into a ponytail so that my midriff was exposed temporarily. I caught him staring directly at my crotch, as I expected would happen.

“Sure, let’s grab lunch sometime.” And I took his business card.

I texted him when I got home so that he had my number. I didn’t see him at the coffee shop for over two weeks, so I texted him and asked him if he wanted to join me for lunch. He responded within 20 seconds, and agreed to meet up at a famous Puerto Rican joint. I said that I’d pick him up, but he said that was an impossibility due to his wife checking all of the cameras around the outside of his house, and even said that she was suspicious about him going out to lunch in the first place. He agreed he’d pick me up. So I waited. And waited. And waited.

An hour and half after he was supposed to pick me up, he texted:

HIM: I’m so sry. Couldn’t get out of the house.

ME: It’s ok. I understand.

HIM: How are you so chill?

ME: I dunno. I get it, I guess.

HIM: Get what?

ME: That you need more attention. Your wife is a mother now, so the attention is on the baby.

HIM: Do you have kids?

ME: No, but women understand women.

HIM: So then why are you ok with seeing me then?

I hesitated before responding to this. I didn’t want to giveaway that I was totally down to fuck him. That I knew he would pleasure me more than any single man ever could. His lifeforce was robust enough to procreate, and therefore robust enough to make other women cum too. So I thought and responded:

ME: Because you need attention.

The chat bubbles showed up, and disappeared several times. He was mulling over his response carefully. Two minutes later, he responded:

HIM: Alright I’m coming over to pick you up.

My house was 10 minutes away from him and he arrived in 7 minutes. He drove a brand new Audi X7, and said that he rarely drove it. I told him I had changed back out of my dress and into my casual clothes and he said he didn’t care, that in fact, like all men, he was more attracted to women appearing comfortable in their clothes rather than all doled up. I asked him to come in and we could have some wine or some afternoon cocktail.

I was ready to pounce. I was in thin black leggings, skinny beach sandals, a pink tank top and a white beanie – a classic slutty, lazy outfit that men have a hard time saying “no” to. He was eyeing me as I poured two glasses of chardonnay and brought them to the couch. He moved slightly away from me when I sat too close to him, just for formality purposes. I crossed my legs, and throughout our banal conversation I touched his shoulder several times, with him touching me once on the arm. When I made flirted with him and made fun of him for him not being able to handle his wine, he said “shutup!” and lightly slapped my thigh and took a large gulp of wine.

Our eyes locked. As I always do when I’m just slightly tipsy, my face just kind of fell into his and we were making out, him kissing my neck and chin and telling me how he loved my feminine perfume. I maneuvered over and sat sideways in his lap and stroked the hair around his ears while our tongues twirled in eachothers mouths. I grabbed his glass of wine and fed it to him, and blinked my eyes lustfully at him while continuing to stroke the hair around his ears and scratch his scalp.

His left hand was squeezing my ass while his right hand caressed all over my thighs, knees and legs. He breathed heavily and told me how hot I looked in my leggings and how he has a spandex fetish. I moved so that I was draped over his lap, ass in the air, in the position to be spanked. “Mmmm, slap my ass.” I instructed.

He felt all around my cheek softly and gave me a spanking. Again, I instructed. He slapped again. And again. And again. Each successive spank turned me on more, as I could feel my pussy swelling up and my panties starting to soak. He was fondling all over my ass, squeezing it like a pillow, shaking and jiggling and worshipping my cheeks before spanking again. I looked up at him and his mouth had shifted into an angry, horny underbite.

“Again!” I demanded and he spanked hard enough to where I considered telling him to stop. He trailed his finger down the back rise seam of my leggings and rubbed my soaking pussy with several fingers. I looked back at him, breathing heavily as he massaged intensely, pushing the fabric of my panties and leggings inside my pussy. He moved out from under me and placed me on the couch on my stomach, and stuffed his face into my ass. He licked up and down my ass and pussy, tugging at my back rise seam of my leggings with his teeth and letting it snap back into my buttcrack. I was thumbing my clit when he began slowly peeling down my leggings and panties, kissing my ass gradually the further he pulled.

I was ass up, face down, looking back at him lovingly as he explored the entirety of my pussy with his tongue and lips. He darted his tongue in my opening over and over, licking and licking and licking and licking. His entire face was covered in my juices, and I immediately kicked off my leggings/panties from my ankles and took off my top. He got on his knees. I pulled down his joggers, down to his butt-hugging boxer briefs, looking at a hard cock ready to explode out. He removed his shirt and I stared at his hairy chest and then down to his big bulge, grasped his waistband, and paused with devilish smile.

“Can’t wait to see this.” I said. I rapidly pulled down his undies, and was greeted to a long straight cock that bounced in my face like a springboard.

“Mmmm.” I moaned, stroking his member with both hands. He had not trimmed in awhile, not that I expected him to. Just as I lowered to put his cock in my mouth, he lifted my chin and kissed me romantically, putting his hands on my cheeks. “You’re so fucking hot.” He said, and my pussy swelled up again.

“Mmmm, go inside me.” I said. I pushed him on his back and jumped on, ready to ride. I grabbed his cock and guided it into my pussy, placed my hands on his stomach and began bouncing up and down. I stared directly into his eyes, scrutinizing his pupils and the bluish sparkle in his eyes. I lowered myself so that his cock was halfway inside me and began grinding back and forth so that his tip was pushing on my g-spot. I could barely contain the pleasure and rubbed my clit, flinging my hair to the other side of my head and continued grinding.

He had both hands on my ass, and shifted slightly so that he could take over. I leaned forward, he stuck a finger in my ass and started railing my pussy. I screamed and told him to fuck he harder. He picked up the pace, excitedly hammering his cock, his thighs slapping loudly against mine. He tapped and massaged my asshole just as he slowed down, leaving himself inside me before picking me up and throwing me on back.

He held one of my legs up on his shoulder with my other leg dangling on the couch cushion and continued plastering into me, hard and fast, hard and fast. My entire body gyrated with his thrust, my eyes glazed at the ceiling fan and my hand rubbing my clit. I entered an almost out-of-body daze, the feeling of my stomach dropping on a roller coaster, my brain re-engaging, reorganizing. The ceiling fan was spinning slowly, but felt faster, dizzying me to ecstasy.

“I’m gonna cum!” I said. He was really pounding me hard, throwing in “fucks” and “shit” here and there. I felt tingles up and down my spine, my toes curled, and I burst, and felt an amazing orgasm like I never had before.

“Can you feel me cumming all over your cock?” I whispered, grinning widely.

“I’m gonna cum too!” He panted. He quickly pulled out and stroked his cock, cumming directly into his hand. He held his head back as he unloaded, the look of pent-up frustration and stress immediately disappearing. He sighed so heavily, exhaling with such joy that I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh, you think it’s funny?” he smiled.

“Your cum face is hot.” I said. “How much did you cum? Show me.”

He held out his hand and there was a small pool in his cupped palm. I dipped a finger in and dabbed my mouth, tasting a bitter bleachy saltiness. I shook my head in slight disgust.

“Hey, that’s on you!” He laughed. “Where’s the bathroom?”

I motioned to where the bathroom was and watched his flat, hairy ass jiggle over to the bathroom. He had splotches of back hair, which I found strangely hot. He owned his hairiness. The bathroom faucet went on and I could hear him wash his hands thoroughly. He walked back and put his clothes back on just as I pulled my panties on. He had a little pouch to his stomach which had been obscured by his shirt. And again, I thought it was hot, his relative dad bod.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Amazing.” He replied. “Um, can I take a shower?”

“Yes, of course.” I replied. “It’s in the same bathroom.”

“Thanks.” He said. “You know I-“

“I get it! I get it.” I assured him. “This was fun. There’s towels in the cupboard above the toilet.”

He gleefully walked over to the bathroom and closed the door. I walked into my room, laid down in my bed, and reached inside my vagina, looking at my ejaculate on my fingers. I wiped it all out with a tissue before rubbing my clit again, considering if I should fuck him again once he got out of the shower…

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