Just following up on my previous post! My background, I’m a 31 year old married mom of two, and have been in an open / hotwife marriage for a couple of months now. It started as just some wholesome flashing / exhibitionism, but quickly escalated to more intimate encounters, rooted on by my husband. I’ve been engaging in these hookups when I travel for work. This last time was with the delivery guy. I answered the door nude, and let things go from there. You can read about it in the previous posts.
A brief recap: he was a kinda portly guy, a bit older than myself (maybe 50s or so), with a kinda scraggly goatee. Not exactly the kind of guy I’m usually attracted to, and the sex wasn’t anything great. In his defense, he admitted he was in a pretty dead marriage, and was quite excited by the idea of actual sex with someone as hot as me (his words, though I think I’m pretty good looking). At the end of our encounter, he asked if I would ever be back in his town; I admitted that I’d be back in a few weeks.
Since then, he texted me little flirty things every now and then, hoping my day was going well, that kinda thing. I replied politely, with my husband lightly teasing me about the whole thing. At some point I told him when I’d be back in his town, then he asked if we could meet up again. I thought, sure, maybe it was just kinda jitters the first time, and heck, my husband and I hadn’t had luck finding me a partner there anyway. So I agreed. His texts started getting really dirty after that – saying what he was gonna do to me, dick shots (not my favorite – sorry!), all that. I replied in kind, it was pretty hot to keep getting these random flirty texts.
Well the big day finally came, we arranged for him to come to my hotel room. I realized he’d never seen me clothed, so I thought, why ruin the streak? When he came to my room, I opened it in the nude. He was a little more sensible dressed, button-down and khakis. He even brought a bottle of cheap wine. We greeted each other with a little small talk, then a good long kiss. We proceeded to make out standing up, eventually finding our way to the bed, and making out some more. He was quite gentle, and shall I say, sensual this time, taking his time to run his hands all over me. I slowly worked mine under his shirt and pants, feeling him up. Once he was completely naked, he dove his head at my pussy. His oral skills were alright, a little too much clit mashing for my tastes, but his dirty talk was on point. Alot of “I love your pussy,” “I love how it tastes,” “so smooth” (I did wax for the occasion), that I got into it. After awhile I desperately wanted to be fucked, so I started begging for him to fuck me. He kept licking and fingering me, almost lost in the moment, while I was pleading with him to fuck me.
Eventually he stood up, reached for his pants pocket, and pulled out a condom. I told him we could go without one today, and he threw that thing aside as fast as he could. He moved on top of me, and entered me without much effort (I was pretty wet and turned on by then). We remained there in missionary for a bit, he with very slow, sensual movements, with lots of pauses where he would just look at me and go on about how beautiful I was. It was almost romantic. I went on about how good it felt and how strong he was. I wanted to kick things up a notch, so I asked him to fuck me harder. He proceeded to move with more force and aggression. Also, when it comes to other men, I like to be a little degraded. So I went on about how I’m his slut, I need his dick, that kinda thing. He then got into to calling me a slut and whore, and how he ‘owned my pussy.’
After missionary for awhile, he got into doggy, and started going hard, and I mean real hard. I guess he was much stronger than he looked, he grabbed my hips pretty firmly and pulled me in hard with each thrust. I loved how aggressive he was being and how it felt, so I let him know that alot I’m generally a screamer when it comes to sex, so I gave him a lot of “YES!” and “FUCK!” and “HARDER” yells. He was working pretty hard so it was mostly grunts from his side. His stamina was on point, I feel that went on for a good 15-20 minutes. He’d pause every now and then to catch his breath, but then he’d go right back at it hard. Now I don’t I’ve ever come just from doggy, but something about the way his dick was positioned and hitting my g-spot, and the way his balls were slapping against my clit, but I came hard. God it felt so good to feel so sexual in that moment, not even seeing the guys face but feeling his force behind and inside of me, letting his movements make the orgasm last. After my pleasure subsided he collapsed on the bed next to me, and I laid down with him in an embrace.
I was wild and effusive, thanking him for the fuck, how I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard, how amazing he was, that sorta thing. He was mostly still catching his breath. I also praised his stamina; he admitted he got some Viarga and numbing spray before. Guess he wanted to pull out all the stops, lol. I asked if he wanted to keep fucking, he said yes but needed to catch his breath. I sucked his dick for a bit, then asked if I could get on top of him, and he said yes. I proceeded to ride him hard, touching my clit to get me going as I did. Occasionally he would slap my ass and I would squeal. And y’all, the talk was downright filthy. I said alot of “I love your dick so much,” he complimented my “young and tight pussy,” he asked how he compared to my husband and I responded with “you’re so much better, I need a man to fuck me,” that kinda thing. My husband actually likes a little cuckold talk from time to time, it turns him on a bit and he also finds it kinda funny. In reality he’s an amazing lover with really good oral skills. However, he is kinda a sub, and doesn’t fuck me nearly as hard as this guy was able to do.
Anyway – back to the sex! I came again riding on top of him, not as strong as the first orgasm (very few are, lol), but was still amazing. After that he rolled on top of me and moved into missionary. He proceeded to give it to me hard, with my encouragement of course. I kinda loved the way he dominated me, feeling the weight of him against, the lust on his face. He may have made me cum like that if he went for awhile. But alas, after a couple of minutes or so of this, he stiffened, his dick swelled in me, then he let out a guttural scream as he came inside me. I encouraged him to keep cumming fill me up, all that. He pumped away, degrading me with some more dirty talk. He rested with his full weight against for for awhile, then rolled off.
There was a little more pillow talk, I went on about how amazing he was, how my husband has never made me cum from penetration alone (which is true). He asked a few more questions about me and my husband’s ‘arrangement.’ He seemed to really be keen on the idea that my husband was a cuckold and he was the bull, so I indulged him a bit. I talked about how strong and forceful he was, that I liked it, and went on about how much bigger his dick is (in reality he was decent enough in size, but he loved the ego boost). I don’t know when I’ll be back in his town, so it was a bit of a parting when he left, but he definitely gets the most improved award of a sex partner.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/120rvl2/how_an_average_looking_guy_in_his_50s_gave_this
Lovely tale, thank you for sharing.
Think I’d have wanted you on your belly at the end though, great filling a pussy in that position🤗