[F]ucking the Swiss [M]ilf [MF]

This happened a few years ago when I was in my early twenties. Most weekends my friends and I would go out bar hopping and get recklessly drunk and this time was no exception. What was an exception is a friend of a friend of a friend named Heidi came out. Heidi was 12 years my senior and married with a kid (although her husband was not there). She was a few inches shorter than me, with small breasts, a decent butt and a very cute smile. Think poor man’s Elizabeth Shue. Her slight German accent was super sexy as well.

At first I didn’t really pay much attention to her. I knew she was married plus she was sitting at the complete opposite end of the table from me, so there wasn’t much chance to interact. I’m sure I was being drunk and obnoxious because I later found out she hated me at first. Well bad press is better than no press. She must’ve at least been intrigued because after switching bars, she sat next to me and was chatting me up. The more we drank, the flirtier and more playful she got. Touching my arm, innuendos, comments about sneaking off to the bathroom together. I figured she was having a little fun while her husband wasn’t around – I never expected it to go any further.

As the night wound down, she invited me to her car and drunk me was more than happy to oblige. We got in and started making out immediately. I quickly stuck my hand under her bra and started feeling her breasts and caressing her nipples. She moaned lightly. Unfortunately, the DD started blowing up my phone trying to get me to come back. I’m sure besides not wanting to leave me stranded, they didn’t want me being a homewrecker either, since they no doubt noticed how close she had been getting to me. So in either a very smart or very dumb decision, I told her I had to get back to my friends and wouldn’t be fucking her. She replied, “Maybe I’ll just rape you.” Yikes. Another huge red flag, but young, drunk, and naive me was turned on by the thought of a woman wanting to fuck me bad enough to just pounce. Plus, crazy in the head, crazy in bed. We exchanged numbers and parted ways.

I didn’t text or hear from Heidi for a few weeks. After sobering up, it seemed like a terrible idea pursuing a married woman. But horniness overrides rational thought. One uneventful Saturday evening, I got a text from her asking if I wanted to meet up. She lived over an hour away so the logistics were tough. She obviously couldn’t have me over her place and there weren’t many places in between. So, I smoothly invited her to my parents’ basement. Despite the distance, she agreed. Damn. She must’ve been as horny as me. I was out while we were texting, so I arrived back to her already outside in her car. She greeted me with a warm smile. To avoid questions, I brought her straight down stairs. Instead of going straight to my room, I kept up the pretense of “hanging out” and brought her to the couch and threw on South Park.

There was a slightly nervous energy in the air. We both knew she was there to get fucked. We laughed and talked about the episode for about 10 minutes. I finally just went in for a kiss and she responded enthusiastically. I stuck my hand down her pants to find her wet bare pussy. What can I say, I was much more impatient then. As I rubbed her clit, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly, letting a gasp escape. I asked, “Do you wanna move this to my room?” She responded meekly, “Ok”.

Once in my room, I locked the door and resumed making out with her again. Clothes started flying off. After getting her shirt and bra off, I took in her tits. She had small but cute breasts. We continued making out as I felt her up. Next were her jeans, which I peeled down her legs (sidenote, tight jeans are so awkward to take off). With both of us fully naked, I lifted her up on the edge of the bed. God her pussy looked gorgeous. It was completely smooth and hairless, with her clit and inner labia poking out. I went to tease her with the head of my cock. Remembering how much my bed squeaks, I told her we should move to the floor. Floors feel so much harder when you’re fucking on them. At least it was carpeted.

I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy and pumped in shallowly until I could sink in all of the way. Up to that point, I hadn’t had a ton of condom-less sex. The taboo nature of the hookup combined with feeling her bare pussy wrapped around my cock was stupefying. She started moaning more. As I picked up speed, she wrapped her legs around my waist, locking me in. I’ve had friends say they hate when women do that, but I personally love it. Like she couldn’t bear to have my cock leave her pussy. She was scratching her nails all up and down my back. With her moaning and just the general wet skin-slapping noises of sex, I was nervous my parents were gonna start knocking on the door; but they didn’t and I kept going. After only a few minutes I warned her I was going to cum. I pulled out and shot my load on her stomach.

I helped her clean up and we got dressed. She pulled me in for one last deep kiss and we said our goodbyes. In terms of follow-up, there’s not much. She texted me a week or 2 later to ask if I wanted to meet up again, but this time my top head prevailed.

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