Real stories from a married Wisconsin couple. Some are from Him and some are from Her. This one is from Her.
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I recently told the story of how I met Andres when I was studying abroad and how we started having sex after a few months into the program. A lot of people have asked me for more specific stories from this relationship. He’s a short story of the first time we fooled around.
Andres would come over to my host family’s house from time to time, and eventually he would show me things around town (restaurants, shops, clubs, etc). I kept in contact with my finance during this time, but we naturally grew distant. We would speak on the phone a few days a week and would email. As I mentioned, though, I was in no way ready to get married, and being Costa Rica for that long and by myself reminded me that I was still young.
In that context, I didn’t stop a relationship from forming with Andres. He was cute, and funny, and Latino (who struck me as really hot at the time). He was also over the top with flirting, which I found to be true of most Latin men. He wasn’t too pushy, though, and usually came off as charming.
I acquired a cell phone early in the semester, and Andres was the person I spoke to the most using that phone as I could only use it in country. He would text me and I would text him. One day I suggested he should come over and help me with my Spanish homework.
I don’t remember where my host family was at the time, but the house was empty. We started in the kitchen seated at the table, and before long we were in my room where I had some Spanish books spread out. It was still light outside, and my window overlooked the street. I also remember my window was cracked, brining in the sounds of the neighborhood and cars.
I remember not knowing what time my host family would return, so when Andres started making a move on me, I tried to move it along a little quickly. He kissed my neck, which was always (and still is) an immediate turn on for me. I also was feeling really horny because I hadn’t had sex in several months. I also wasn’t on birth control, and oddly, Andres brought a condom with him (he know what he was doing).
After kissing on my neck, and while we stood in front of my bed, he slid his hand down my pants (partially guided by my own hand). He really didn’t waste any time and immediately started rubbing me under my underwear. It wasn’t long before I was wet, and I knew if we were going to do anything else, we needed to do it quickly. After asking him about protection, I remember him pulling out condom from a pocket or wallet. I then took my shirt off, leaving my bra, and he helped me unbutton my pants. After I slid them off, I removed my underwear and laid back on the bed waiting for him to catch up.
He left his shirt on, but removed his pants as well. I remember laying there, propped up on my elbows, watching him slide his underwear down. His cock was mildly hair, but large. I remember leaning forward, stroking it slowly a few times, and watching him put on a condom. From there, and without much hesitation, I laid back and let him enter me. I’ve never been a fan of condoms, but the environment (broad day light while in my room in Costa Rica), made this a really exciting memory.
I remember gradually wrapping my legs around him as he continued to get comfortable and fuck me faster and deeper. I think he fucked me for maybe 5 minutes before I could feel him cum in the condom while inside of me. I didn’t cum, but it was very exciting and erotic. Later than night, I remember rubbing myself to the thought of it and making myself orgasm before bed.
The awful part was, I didn’t really feel bad about the fact I was cheating on my fiancé. Again, in retrospect, it turned out to be a blessing.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ip7ify/that_time_i_cheated_on_my_fiancé_part_2_mf
Very hot ?