I do not fuck with married men, or ones in relationship. The moment I find out, I’m gone. Sorry. Not going to do it. Not worth it. Ever.
So I don’t know why I didn’t have the same policy when Alexis revealed she was married. We had matched on Tinder, and the conversation was easy and flirty. I liked it, and she was cute. But again, could have said no. I didn’t. I just told her we’d remain friends, that there was a big ol’ wall that had to go up between anything happening romantically. But we continued to talk, about exploring sexuality and why I got divorced and why she was married and what was happening in our days.
And so the day she said she was going to be in my neighborhood and could we meet up, I didn’t think *too* much about it. She was going to be Christmas shopping, and I said I would join her for a drink at this bar/food/entertainment hall. She got there first, and when I arrived she had a beer waiting for me. We drank and laughed and she showed me some things she had purchased when she held up a little bag, and said it was for me. “Nothing big,” she said, and it wasn’t. Some Bath and Body Works. But it was so thoughtful, and I was really touched. “I don’t have anything for you,” I said, embarrassed. And then I got an idea. I leaned over the table and kissed her on the cheek. We smiled at each other, and decided to give up our seats to go walk along the water outside for a bit and “see the lights.”
I don’t know who kissed who first, but it happened. The two of us making out like teenagers against this railing. I stopped it, told her we couldn’t. We shouldn’t. She said she understood, but two days later she asked if she could come over. “Get away from my real life for a minute.” I told her yes.
As she walked in the door I had butterflies in my stomach and offered her something to drink. Before I could even get it poured we were kissing each other again, and I asked her if she wanted to go to my bedroom after 10 minutes of making out. She nodded, and I led her into my bedroom. There we undressed each other and laid on the bed and touched each other, exploring every single tiny bit of each other’s bodies. When she couldn’t stand the foreplay any more I slid down her body and tasted her married pussy. When I was done, she ate mine. And then we laid there for an hour, our legs and arms intertwined and kissing and laughing. It was so hot and sensual and loving.
We’ve been together twice since. Each time was even better. I may be in trouble. LOL
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rr7hvi/the_one_where_i_tasted_married_pussy_ff
It doesn’t seem like trouble.