The beginning of an odd affair[MF](long)

The year was 2015 and I was a newly married man. I had been with my wife for a few years before we wed and being sinners, we had not waited for marriage to consummate the relationship. That being said, we didn’t have that typical honeymooning period where we fuck like rabbits every waking we found alone together.

Were we in a full on dead bedroom situation? No, but we weren’t waking each other up with oral in the middle of the night just so we could bang it out for 120 seconds and be miserable at work the morning after anymore, and the most exciting it got was occasional hotel room sex with the curtains open.

While I wasn’t actively out looking for an affair, I was definitely manipulating myself more and more to the thoughts of other women. And the woman this story is about occasionally creeped into the Rolodex.

The candle on the affair got lit one weekend away with a couple we had known for most of our relationship. They were a little older, I was 25, they were early 40’s and feeling the beginnings of an empty nest. Prior to this weekend, there had been more than a few lingering stares from me. I imagined LeAnn looked at me in more of a son/nephew light, but I looked at her more like a slightly above average milf whose thighs is like to bury my face in. She had light brown shoulder length hair, recently chesty, thanks to the newest additions following their last child’s departure to college, and an ass that was likely a real piece of work during the Clinton administration but had seen a little less attention during the Obama administration. Basically, she has a really nice mom bod with nice not oversized tits, I dig it. I, am a very average man. I had a dad bod before the kids, I have the American standard normal sized penis, and while I stand just shy of 6ft, I will never dunk a basketball. There, all the awkward physical description preamble is out of the way.

So, the weekend in question was pretty normal for our little group. We drank, we laughed, we flirted with each other, we ate, we drank some more. By the early evening, I was well past my limit and decided I was going back to the BNB. Well, LeAnn decided she is going back too. She loops her arm in mine and we leave our significant others to continue the party while we head for separate beds.

Until right after I finish brushing my teeth anyway. “Ben, would you mind coming in here and popping my back, I’m miserable.” This wasn’t all that uncommon of a request on her part, we’d been in this situation a few times. So I didn’t think twice about walking into their room in just my sleep shorts, and popping her back real fast and then heading back to my own room. When I entered the room, things were a little different, LeAnn was lying on the bed on her stomach in a paper thin white t-shirt and purple silky boy shorts. Normally she’d be in a full pajama set, oh well, I straddle her, and roughly palm my way up her back until I get mid way and start popping. “Mmm, again please.” The moan is new, but even newer is the way she lightly ground her ass into my crotch after the last pop.

I feel myself start to get slightly hard, internally “that’s not noticeable right.” So I shrug, go through the motions again and at the final pop she does it again.”Just one more time,Ben.” This time she almost purrs it and I start feeling awkward, but I go through the motions again, this time I’m full on hard and full on embarrassed. After that final pop, I crawl off her back, trying to keep my dick and some sense of dignity to myself.

I’m drunk, I don’t necessarily think any this frog butt grinding was intentional so when I stand up I attempt to cover my modest boner and say good night. LeAnn pops up on her knees and reaches in for a hug, and I involuntarily wrap my arms around her out of habit. Now this Everyman hardon is poking poor LeAnn in the bellybutton and then I feel the corner of her lips touch min. I can’t breathe. Subtly she pushes them further into mine, no turning back now, this is a full mouth kiss. None of that great aunt cheek kiss goodbye bull shit anymore. And then her younger starts probing into my mouth and I give up.

I slide my hand inside the back of her shirt and the next thing I know it’s flying off. I finally get an unimpeded visual of these modest bolt ons and before I even get a chance to properly inspect them I’m jolted by the sensation of new hands pulling my cock out of my shorts.

And from the word go, I know this is not going to be an impressive showing. She’s got soft hands and a firm grip, I’ve never been one for praying, but in that moment I was begging the Flying Spaghetti Monster to give me just long enough to give me the chance to penetrate this average soccer mom.

I think fast,”grab her by the pussy, that’ll slow her down.” So I awkwardly reach over and less than deftly slide my hands into the front of her panties in desperate search for her clit, anything to stimulate her and slow her assault on my inevitable further embarrassment. I find it, and my god is she soaked. She doesn’t have some sexy design or freshly waxed mound, she has a week’s worth of stubble and I couldn’t have given one fuck about the status of her pubic hair. What I did give a fuck about was prolonging this for at least long enough to give her 90 seconds of disappointment and myself a lifetime of shower material emblazoned in my skull.

But it wasn’t to be. The minute that my fingertips brushed her clit and I slipped a finger inside of her, she moaned, plunged her mouth onto mine, and found 4th gear on the shift stick that was my miserable little cock. Before I knew it I was moaning into her mouth and exploding a mediocre drunken load into the space between us and onto her stomach and my hand. Shortly after, but not some story book climax where we cum in tune with each other, she collapsed on my hand.

We both giggled and shared a peck. And then the shame hit us. “How could we? Oh my god? What have we done?”

I went back to my room feeling a little less than respectable, but it wasn’t long before that moment filled the coffers of my spank bank and I longed for more. It would be another year before we made the mistake again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/131v7t3/the_beginning_of_an_odd_affairmflong