[MF] Wood in the woods and then in the bedroom

TL;DR A pushing 60 widower tells you about a five year period where, between a bad breakup and meeting his future (now late) wife, had this sexual awakening. This time it came out of the blue and it turned out to be a pleasurable afternoon, evening, and night. Following this a “committed” FWB happened, and there are many stories to share.

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I’d met Sally (not her real name) at a mutual friend’s holiday party in Boston. I liked her immediately, but not in a sexual way. The 5’6″ BBW redheaded firebrand told dirty jokes and had this Just A Good Person quality that I took to immediately. Plus we’d both been through breakups recently. For her, a mother of three children, she had just completed a pretty ugly divorce. For me, never married, I’d broken up with my college sweetheart, or I guess you should say that she called me a “loser” repeatedly before having divulged that she’d cheated and that our relationship was done.

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Sally and I bonded over our very dark stories. These stories were so dark that they went from sad and very serious to funny in the macabre sense. When we exchanged numbers at the end of the night I didn’t think anything of it. She called me a few days later and we’d started hanging out. We have a couple of drinks or dinner and there wasn’t hugging, kissing, or anything. I’d even met her kids now and again. I figured that since we lived so close by to one another that we were just enjoying a friendship. I was wrong. Bigly.

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About fourth months after we’d met she asked me if I wanted to go on a hike outside of the city (her kids with with their dad). I obliged, and since we were both trying to lose weight, our hike seemed like a great idea. It was a nice day in early April and lots of families walked the trails at Walden Pond. At some point Sally went running up a hill into the thickening brush and I followed her. We had a nice vantage of the pond and yet the voices of parents and children down below had trailed off. We stood and admired the glassy reflections of the pond when she said something that blew my mind.

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“Know what’s great to do where we’re standing?” she asked.

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“I have no idea,” I said. “Maybe wait for the ticks to crawl up our ankles?”

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“Funny, but no,” she said. “From this vantage point you can totally fuck all you want.”

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I nodded my head and gave her the side eye. “Wait, what?”

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“Well, I haven’t tried it, but…” she unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper. Then she shoved her jeans and panties to her ankles and looked at me.

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I looked at her and my jaw was completely slack. “Wait, uhh, what?! Again, what?”

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She got down on all fours and faced the pond. “Well, are you going to fuck me or what?”

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Thank goodness I was young because the sight of her waggling her bare ass at me immediately caused me to stand at attention. I muttered “fuck” to myself, dropped my pants, and guided myself to her entrance. To my surprise she was a wet and willing recipient. In times past it would be all foreplay and sweet talking and getting naked slowly and blah blah blah. While in retrospect going raw with somebody I barely knew was very dumb, and I’d always worn a condom with my ex (who was also my first) until that moment, I immediately became unhinged and started fucking her with ferocity. The soil was still soaked and our bodies kept sliding as I pounded her. I’m surprised that with her level of blood curdling screams that someone didn’t call the police, but then again this was early in the age of cellphones — so basically nobody had one when this all took place. Maybe a bunch of families went running away from Walden Pond. To this day I do not know, and frankly? It amuses me.

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I was getting close and I told her. I had intended to pull out and I had no idea what to do with what was going to be an absolute eruption of cum, but I’d shoot it somewhere. I just didn’t know where yet. Suddenly she got super tight and I was pushed out. How did this even happen?! Her hand came shooting up to her clit and she frigged herself to a loud orgasm while squirting on my lower belly and pubic region.

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Then she suddenly stood up and pushed me on my back. I could feel the wetness of the soil saturating my shirt and water was dripping down my neck and back. She started riding me, her wet pants and panties creating a tightness that held me down on the ground. She braced her hands on my quads and this was the first time ever that a women fucked me like that. I told her that I was going to cum and she forced her big body down on me. I gave one final thrust and as her hips and mine finally broke apart, I pulled out and started cumming wildly into the air. It, and mud, and her girl cum all fell on to my crotch. I almost passed out. The pleasure was immeasurable.

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She came again, well, I don’t know why. She just did.

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“My god, dude, you sure can fuck,” she said. “I just came like five times.”

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“Wow, that was great,” I said.

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“Where did you learn to fuck like that?”

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I was going to make a quip about having learned from my mom or Mother Theresa or something but thought better of it. I hadn’t learned from my mom nor Mother Theresa after all — so that would’ve been a lie.

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I deflected the conversation to maybe how we should pack it up, and Sally agreed. We both laughed heartily when we realized how filthy we were. Our jeans and flannels were dirty and wet. I covered the seats of my car with trash bags and we drove to her place.

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“Better get out of these clothes,” she said. “We can hang out while the washer and dryer run. Sound good?”

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I nodded.

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“Well, we should also take a shower. Want to join me?”

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I nodded again. We stripped down in the kitchen and I stood there totally naked in front of her, as she did for me. That’s when I first noticed that her nipples were both pierced and had these really cute rings through them. She also had this lower back tattoo and that was a surprise. Back then nobody had tattoos. I’d always thought they were something you’d get in jail or in the Navy. (I’m beyond biased. Argh!) She walked into the laundry room naked and started the wash load. Then we hit the shower. I was disappointed that she wasn’t the least bit into shower sex, in particular when she bailed out to check on the laundry, but when I came out of the shower wrapped in a towel she summoned me to her bedroom door and held out a pair of boxers for me to wear. I didn’t ask where they came from. I just put them on.

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She called out of her bedroom to ask if I could reheat some spaghetti and meatballs from the night before so I stood, mostly naked and wearing these boxers of unknown origin and heated our meal. I called out when I heard the washer beeping and Sally re-emerged in this terrycloth robe. She put our things in the dryer then disappeared back to her room after swooping in to give me a peck on the cheek.

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When things were finally reheated she yelled out to me that I should just go ahead and eat. I asked her if she was sure and she just slammed her bedroom door and didn’t say a word. I had a bowl of spaghetti goodness and no sooner did I rinse my bowl and put it in the sink that she called out and said that I should make a bowl for her and bring it into her bedroom.

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I put a potholder underneath of the steaming bowl of pasta and meatballs and headed towards her bedroom. I almost dropped it when I saw her. Sally had always been a tomboy since I knew her. No makeup. No skirts. No heels. Just flannel shirts and jeans. Now she stood before me wearing a sheer teddy with garters, thigh high stockings, and heels. Her makeup was perfect, too.

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She guided me to the end of the bed and in one swift motion pulled the boxers down the floor. I stepped out of them. Just like that (age! youth!) I was hard again. She pushed me down on the bed and somehow I fell into a sitting position without spilling any of the pasta. She knelt in between my legs, looked at me, looked at the pasta, then opened her mouth. I twirled some pasta on the fork and put it in her mouth. She chewed and swallowed it and then her mouth was on my cock. We repeated the same thing until I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I told her that I was cumming and she forced her mouth down on me. When I was done, starting to lose my hardness again, she spat her saliva and my cum into the bowl and proceeded to twirl it all together and eat it. Just like that I was ready to go again.

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“Mmm,” she said (this really happened), “it tastes sooo good!”

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She ate every last bit of pasta and even licked the bowl clean. Yes, this too really happened.

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Then she told me to lay on the bed and to put my head on the pillows. She unsnapped the bottom of the teddy and backed her ass up to my face. Up and down her pussy and ass my tongue went as she sucked me back to full hardness. She came again and let my cock out of her mouth. She turned to face me and started riding me.

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She pulled the shoulders of her teddy down and I had free access to her tits. I pulled and twisted at her nipple rings and she moaned with pleasure. I was grunting like a fucking animal. I couldn’t believe how animalistic this all was and that I hadn’t seen it cumming (heh heh).

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We fucked for quite a while. I don’t know if it was 10 minutes or an hour or what. She would pull off me, clench her muscles, then slam her groin back down on mine with a plop. I tried to fuck her back but she didn’t want that. I was getting close again and I told her so, but she simply yelled out “cum! cum! cum! in me!” and for the first time ever I came inside a woman.

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After we came down from our high she asked so nicely if I’d stay the night that I obliged. We set the alarm for 5am because I’d have enough time to return home to shower and get dressed then head off to work. She greeted me at 4am with another blow job and we fucked again. And again I seeded her.

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At home it all hit me. I literally just fucked a woman I barely knew, repeatedly, and came inside of her twice. I was starting to panic. I couldn’t concentrate at work that day, in part because I was feeling guilty and dumb, but also because I had thoroughly enjoyed how we had a sexual chemistry that in my tiny bit of experience I had never felt before. When I got home I had a message on my answering machine from her and she asked me over for dinner.

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I was disappointed that we wouldn’t fuck that Monday night. I had dinner with her and her kids. After she put them to bed she laid it on me.

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“I like fucking raw,” she said. “And you do too. Am I right?”

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“Well, yeah.”

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“So if you want to keep doing this I think we should, don’t you think?”

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“Well, I guess I’m going to step in it here, but what about pregnancy?”

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“What about pregnancy?”

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“Can you get on the pill? I’ll definitely handle any cost of that.”

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“I’m not a pill girl,” she said. “But I hear what you are saying.”

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“So what then?”

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“We play it by ear. Besides don’t you think that pregnancy risk would be hot? Because I do.”

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And she was right. Sally by far cultivated my bareback fetish, and luckily I never got her pregnant. But then again she was lying and had been on the pill all along — as I found out when I terminated our FWB in very ugly fashion (we were not compatible people). A couple of years later I met my future wife and somehow we got the sex and the companionship right.

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More about Sally later, maybe.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/baxm8f/mf_wood_in_the_woods_and_then_in_the_bedroom