I flew back across the country to see some friends and family over the course of a long weekend. I had a really good time catching up with everyone the first few days even if I was frantically driving all over the place staying a night here, a night there. I had posted on Facebook that I was in town and a lot of people reached out to try to schedule something, but I could only pick a few.
One night I was scheduled to be at my parents house back in the suburbs to meet my sister’s new boyfriend and have a family dinner. One of my old flings — a married woman I used to do martial arts with — reached out the day before and asked if I would be available to grab a drink that night — worked out great for me since she lived five minutes or so from where my parents did.
I had dinner with the family, met my sister’s new beau — didn’t think much of him — but agreed to talk with him later that night to get to know him better. Before that chat, however, I needed to go grab a drink with an old friend. I headed to the bar and she was already there having dinner alone. Apparently she went in there all the time now that she and her husband had split up. She told me she got an apartment not far away and was enjoying the single life.
We had a few beers while she ate and had a good conversation. She was always fun to talk to and we knew how to make each other laugh. The conversation was pretty normal, nothing crazy or overtly sexual. Just two people catching up after four or five years.
At the end of the night we headed out of the restaurant and were saying our goodbyes when — very boldly — she stopped me and invited me over.
“Hey, you want to come back to my place.”
“Absolutely.” Was my immediate reply.
She laughed, “Absolutely!” She turned a little red, “I love your enthusiasm.”
“I love that you invited me over. Want me to follow you there?”
“Yeah.”
She hopped in her truck and I got in my rental car and we drove back to the little house she was renting not too far away. Perfect spot for a divorcee; one bedroom, small living room, tiny kitchen, no nonsense. She put a movie on in the DVD player — I have no idea what it was — we didn’t watch much of it. As soon as she sat down on the couch next to me I was all over her.
She was 15 years older than me, but she was still a babe. Blue eyes, mousy brown hair, big fake tits, athletic body. Having had sex with her a few times in the past I knew that I was in for a treat that night. We were both naked right away and she started by deep-throating me. She was one of only a few women that ever could and I always appreciated her zest for it. In many ways it hurt more than it felt great, but the sight of a woman swallowing a cock whole is such a turn on that it is always worth it.
I had gone down on her in each prior encounter we had, but I never really got the chance to do it the way I wanted. The first time she had some crazy clit piercing which got in the way and the next time there was another guy in the room with us pretending to be asleep. I wasn’t able to commit my full attention or prowess either time. This time was going to be different. This time I was going to take my time and make her cum on my tongue the way I liked. She was down for it and, as soon as I plucked her up off of her knees and laid her on the ground, she let me do what I wanted.
I put my whole mouth over her pussy and started to drool my saliva onto her as I slowly licked upward from taint to top. She shuddered and I was very pleased with myself. She begged me to lick her clit and I had to oblige her. I pressed the tip of my tongue out, started low, and worked my way up until I found the hard tip of her clitoris. I reached up and pinched her nipples, slid my hand up to her neck and choked her a little. Then I moved my hand so that I could press just a little harder at the top of her pubic bone as I slid two fingers inside her. A few minutes of that along with some rhythmic licking and nodding of my head was all it took before she grabbed the back of my head and demanded that I keep going. Soon her hips leaped off the floor and I could feel my lips and chin soak in her wetness. I kept going hoping to make her cum again, but she wanted cock instead.
She pulled my hair — hard — to pull me away from sucking on her clit told me that I needed to fuck her right away. I nodded my head and then spit onto my cock so that I could more easily rub it along her thick pussy lips. I got myself lubricated with her cum and then pushed into her as far as I could reach. She tightened her pussy around me and was flexing her kegels to clamp down hard. She smiled up at me in satisfaction knowing that it was something that I was not prepared for.
I started off fucking her gently like I would a new lover, but she quickly reminded me that she invited me over to fuck. Her aggressive nature and cocky attitude changed my approach and had me holding down her arms, choking her, and pulling her hair in no time flat. The harder I fucked her the more she demanded of me physically and the more turned on I became. I felt myself building to orgasm and before I knew it I was pulling out and cumming all over her stomach.
She kissed me, obviously thinking things were over, but I pushed her back down and told her that was just round one. I was still hard and ready to go, I just needed to shake out any cum I had left and then go right back to it. That happened several times that night — in total I came five times. Twice in her pussy, once on her back, once on her tits, and that first time on her tummy. I hadn’t had sex frequently or often enough due to constant traveling and this was my chance to unload all of my pent up energy.
She and I fucked so long that the movie started, stopped, and the DVD menu repeated about 100 times. I didn’t end up leaving her place until 11 pm and heading home to have an awkward conversation with my sister’s new boyfriend. I remember stumbling into the house reeking of sex and beer, clothes disheveled, and wanting to just go to sleep, but instead having one last beer and asserting my dominance as the head of the family. Having the BDE of just fucking a woman five times in three hours grants a lot of confidence.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nhqcxe/i_hadnt_seen_her_in_years_she_invited_me_back_to