In early July of last year, I’d made a commitment I wanted to make good on, and then get off my plate.
For weeks I’d been casually chatting with a suburban Ohio dad I’d met via the r/affairs subreddit. At the time I replied to his ad, he was married living at home. By the time we were scheduled to actually meet, he was separated, living in an extended stay hotel experiencing FOMO watching the migrant guests partying in the parking lot each night.
As a person in a relatively stable open marriage, the separation/divorce thing made me uneasy from the start. Men in this situation have a reputation of being the opposite of stable.
But this guy seemed nice and a little bit funny too. And so in June I casually mentioned meeting up for a drink the next time I was in his city for work. From that point on, he was pretty much a digital Stage 5 clinger.
So on a hot, humid Monday night in July it finally happened. Going into it, I thought to myself “this is strictly a courtesy drink and then right back to my air conditioned hotel room for shut eye.”
Plus I’d assigned him the nearly impossible task of finding a hipster style bar in his medium sized city open on a Monday night. After 10 pm.
As I walked a couple blocks to the square to meet him, there was still some summer solstice daylight working, and he was easy to pick out in his fluorescent turquoise golf shirt. It was that, his bushy beard, big glasses and full head of hair that I noticed initially. He was a husky looking dad in oversized cargo shorts.
It was the opposite of lust at first sight.
We went in for our side hug introduction “You B? Hi, I’m E.”
He then started talking about transpo options to the bar he’d picked out. He mentioned the free streetcar multiple times. I opted for an Uber instead.
In the car I listened as he played tour guide on the way to what turned out to be a very cool first watering hole.
We hadn’t talked live before meeting so his dialect and word enunciations threw me off a little. I remember thinking “Huh. This guy is hetero? Apparently so if he has all those kids and a wife.”
We walked into the small, dark bar with early 00’s indie music playing and immediately I was in my happy place. This spot was totally my jam!
It was hot and I’d just finished a 5 hour drive so I was salivating for a cocktail.
The cute, sassy female bartender was serving refreshing looking libations to other patrons when I practically shouted at her, “I want that drink! What is that?!”
She served us our first round of “Steve or Larry’s” and the shit was tropical liquor crack. My first was gone within 30 seconds.
B was doing most of the talking at that point which was fine because I was focused on Steve. And Larry.
I learned we were actually out on B’s wedding anniversary night. That was kinda weird. Next he shared quite a bit about his sorted affair history.
This very average Joe turned out to be a master level serial cheater. I was initially impressed. He seemed to be pulling it in for well over half of his long marriage. I couldn’t really understand how a guy like him could accomplish this until he broke out his phone. As I mainlined my second cocktail, he proceeded to show me NSFW pictures of a few of women with whom he’d had his prior “relationships.” To put it kindly, this dude was pulling from the very bottom of the barrel.
I was repulsed. I even panicked a bit. “What the fuck was I doing there with him?”
But damn it if those cocktails weren’t flowing like water. It didn’t take long for my own standards to loosen.
We ended up bar hopping to a couple more places, including one fun, posh spot where a gay bartender with the most perfect ass ever coined B “Florida Daddy” because of his Kohl’s golf shirt. (“Florida Daddy” morphed into “McDaddy” a couple months later.)
Despite my being drunk AF and him being really nice, I wasn’t really feeling it with McDaddy. But that all changed when we got to the final bar and he moved in for the close. He offered up pics of his averaged sized cock and then explained how much he loved the act of sex and eating pussy specifically.
Not feeling any chemistry at that point, my impaired brain suggested we first kiss to see if anything was there.
Well, that sealed our fate because he turned out to be a really good kisser. I was done for. Before I knew it, we were back in an Uber heading back to my hotel room.
Once in the room I wasted no time pushing him onto the bed and tearing his clothes off. I quickly moved into 69 position. I started sucking his dick, pushing it far back into my throat. I then moved my left finger deep into his ass to rub his p spot. He was moaning really hard as I simultaneously sucked and fingered him.
Meanwhile, with my pussy hovering above his face and his mouth working my clit, I remember thinking to myself “Huh, this guy really IS a good beaver licker.”
As he continued to eat me, he began fingering my pussy, eventually shocking me, and it didn’t take long for my squirtgasms to start erupting.
I drenched his face, entire head and neck and fortunately it didn’t seem to deter him.
A few minutes later I was ready for some of that averaged sized D. I grabbed a condom from my suitcase (the one and only time we used one), slid it on his cock and then slid onto him, riding him fast and hard.
As I cowgirled him, my pussy pistol continued to rapid fire squirt, and the King sized bed soon became my next victim.
We then rolled into missionary whereby his deep thrusts and slightly curved dick hit my G spot at the Oh So Right angle. I had no control over my pelvic floor spigot as it continued to gush quarts of my mystery bodily fluid.
My drenched asshole began tickling and I knew I wanted some dick up in it. I asked him if he would please fuck me in the butt. He obliged. My squirt combined with his medium sized cock made back door entry pretty seamless.
I don’t recall for how long we had anal but I do remember it feeling incredible and him asking me if I could cum from it. I decided to show him how I could accomplish that and started diddling my clit.
Within a couple of minutes of combined anal and clitoral stimulation, I experienced a crazy powerful blended O that seemingly surprised even the seasoned McDaddy.
As I was laying there in a trance I thought to myself “Whoa, I totally underestimated this dude!”
He retreated to the bathroom to remove the soiled condom and clean himself up a bit.
When he returned I realized he hadn’t yet cum. I made it my mission to change that. I jumped on top of him again and grinded hard and fast on his cock with my face directly above his. Our bodies were so wet I recall our skin making squeaking sounds as we rubbed against one another.
I was determined to get him to the finish. After a few minutes I knew by the vulnerable look in his eyes he was very close. He pulled my mouth on to his and kissed me hard as he uttered a quiet moan.
We passed out drunk and exhausted shortly after that. It must have been 4 am.
I remember waking up at about 9 am. the next morning very naked, very damp and very afraid of the hypothermia that I could feel was about to set in. “What the fuck happened?” was all that was cycling through my brain.
I looked over to the other side of the bed and saw McDaddy’s sturdy naked frame next to me. “Oh yeeeaah. Him.” The fog was lifting.
He was coming to about that time and said something to me to the effect of “Get. Over. Here.”
So I rolled over towards him in little spoon position. Within a a couple minutes I had his cock in my mouth again. A couple minutes after that I was in a perpendicular position scissor fucking him.
Neither of us came that morning but instead opted to hit the breakfast buffet before it closed.
Flash forward to an hour later, he left my hotel room and I laughed to myself thinking “Oh. Ma. Gawd. I can’t believe I fucked that guy.”
“I think I might want to do it again.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10x6krf/fm_meeting_mcdaddy_a_story_of_unexpected