One of my favorite sexual flings was with a divorced* mom of 3 who was still financially dependent on her controlling ex-husband who made all the rules.
^(**Her claims of being divorced have reason to be doubted, but we’ll get to that later.)
Her name was Sunny and she was a Latina in her early to mid 30’s with really long black hair that nearly reached her butt. She was short, petite, really into yoga and ~*manifesting*~ and all the other healthy stuff moms typically busy themselves with. Because of that, she still had a killer body despite having 3 kids, there was barely any fat on her body at all.
Sunny was a fairly recent divorcee from a husband who owned his own company and still very much controlled every aspect of her life even though they were separated. Since she was a stay-at-home mom and didn’t work, her ex-husband was able to call the shots on just about everything that went on in her life, everything from who she spent time with, to what activities the kids participated in was ran by him first.
Her and I met online and went from casual chatting, to flirting, to phone sex, to physically hooking up to fuck within a matter of a few months.
What made this interesting is that Sunny was never able to get away from the house, she had very little personal freedom, so literally every single time we had sex, it was a clandestine operation that happened while her little ones (who were all between 4-8) were still running around the house in the middle of the day.
We developed a routine where I’d drive around to the back of her house, wait for her to open the back door, and we’d make our way to a room, lock the door, and immediately start fucking. She’d usually be wearing a robe with nothing underneath, or yoga pants and a thin top with no panties. We’d spend the entire night before, or that morning, sexting, sending voice notes, talking about how badly we wanted each other.
She knew exactly what kind of nudes I prefer and what she needs to do to make my dick hard. Short videos of her curled up on the recliner having morning coffee. Fingering her pussy and running her wet fingers along the rim of her mug before taking another sip. Instantly got my dick hard.
Our sex always felt dangerous and taboo, thats what made me love it so much. The second we closed the door we were always all over each other. Our sexual chemistry was through the roof.
I remember the first time I came by, in the middle of me fucking her from behind all of a sudden you heard
**BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!** On the bedroom door. I nearly shit myself on the spot, my immediate thought was “*Oh shit her ex-husband is here*”
But it was always followed by “*MOM! He’s hitting me!*” or something similar.
The first few times, I’d stop stroking her pussy to let her talk to the little ones through the door. “*Honey, please don’t fight, i’ll be there in a minute!*”
But after a while, I’d just keep fucking her while she struggled to raise her voice and bark instructions. “*B-baby……. M-mom’s g-gonna be there in a sec…. mm-mkay??*”
Oh my god it was so fucking hot.
Despite the fact that we were always having sex as quietly as we could, boy was she a talker. She spoke to me in hush, whispered breathy tones the entire time we fucked almost every time. I love a woman with a filthy mouth, and when you add the spanish accent on top of that it was divine.
“***Fuck me, Papi, I need your cum inside me****. I’ve been waiting all day. please!*”
Sunny always came quick. It was a culmination of hours of teasing, great chemistry, and the furious pounding I gave her every chance I got.
I never once stayed in her house longer than 30 minutes. As soon as I walked in her place, one of us had our mouth on the other person’s genitals within a couple of minutes, like clockwork.
We carried on like this for a few months. I honestly can’t remember how or why we stopped talking, but I still fantasize about her. I only remember her first name, I’d look her up if I knew how to contact her.
^(Re: Cheating/Divorcee/etc – AT THE TIME, I didn’t ask (or care about the fact that she never once invited me to her place *after* sundown, never offered to meet me anywhere else, etc… and in hindsight, there’s a good chance she was fully married and cheating. I didn’t care then and I don’t care now, I’m only including this bit for context (and the fact that cheating wives are hot as fuck))
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k3dq1d/mf_fucking_a_probably_cheating_mom_of_3_while_her
Yep, I do NOT believe she’s divorced.
Women that feel bored due to having only on responsibility, which is sitting at home raising kids, frustrated due to not having time to actually do anything meaningful (again, because of so many kids) and abandoned due to their husbands spending so many hours away from home every day (and probably banging someone on the side) sooner or later start looking for fun like that. You cannot blame her or any other woman for that actually.
Both her and her husband have needs, sexual needs. But they are also caught in this trap of reality. They are distancing from each other.
He works a lot, must have an important job and earn a lot since he can produce kids and keep his wife at home for years. He was probably spending a few hours each evening working with his laptop. Then children appeared and it became difficult to have time to work like that and also to have sex with each other. So he started staying long hours at work. They distanced from each other. And still no time to get intimate.
It’s possible atsome point he started finding sex away from home just as he started to work longer away from home.
But he’s not the only one with needs, his wife is in the exact same position. Your visits at her place were something she really needed. And as I said, she can’t be blamed for that.
**That’s not just a story about sex, that story about life you wrote there :P.**