So, I’ve posted three times on /r/SluttyConfessions re my recent sex life, but this is more of a story than a confession. Especially since things have gotten more serious with Kate.
You can read the other posts, but for a quick tl;dr: I started seeing several women much younger than me over the last 6 months or so. Kate has outlasted them all.
I’ve not described Kate before, but she’s about 5’6″, with long wavy dark brown hair, light skin, and green eyes. She wears very little make up, and doesn’t really need it. When she wears none at all she’s covered in tiny freckles, especially across her nose. I don’t want to guess her weight, but she’s slim with athletic arms, and a nice firm ass (she gyms 3 times a week). She’s technically a C-cup, but it’s a small C, and very perky (they kinda point up a little?). She’s kinda straight waisted with not much hip either, and toned legs. I think she’s gorgeous, but she calls herself plain.
Kate works at a small firm and has a half day on Fridays, if she’s on call on the weekends. This was that weekend a month, so we couldn’t do anything too much out. I suggested on Wednesday we stay in and play 1950s LARP, with a laugh. She laughed, too, so I thought the half joke ended there.
Fast forward to Friday 5:30, and I get a pic from Kate with the text, “When are you gonna be home, dear?” She’s wearing a long 50s style dress and heels with her hair in a pony tail and ribbon and pearls around her neck. I tell the boss I’m gonna skip out early, and he waves me away as he’s on a call.
I get home and Kate’s there making dinner. She welcomes me with a kiss from bright red lips. She insisted I sit in the recliner, where my pipe and a newspaper sat. I don’t smoke it in the house when I indulge, but she wanted it for the effect.
I sat and read the paper for a whole 20 seconds (it’s a shitty paper), before getting up. One, I had to change. I was in work clothes. Two, I needed to feel her up in that dress. I walked into the kitchen and did just that (after she put the knife down). I grabbed her hips and moved my hand to her waist and then breasts, which I squeezed. “Well, Mr. <last name> , aren’t you a little frisky for having worked all day.” I just grunted a little because her calling me that turned me on more. I pressed against her, so we would be fully aware of just how turned on I was. She swatted me away, “Not yet! I’ll burn dinner! Go shower and get changed. It’ll be done by then.”
I obliged. I looked for some of my older looking clothes that a man would put on after work: A-frame tank, simple white button up unbuttoned at the top, relaxed slacks, argyle socks. I slicked my hair a little and parted it on the side.
I got downstairs and the table was set and we ate and chatted about our day. I did the dishes and cleaned up while she sat on the counter chatting with me and swinging her legs a bit. She looked at me and said, “You’re so sexy doing my chores.” and I thought, “damn she’s really into this.” I finished up and dried off my hands walked over to her. I parted her legs, and put my body between them. I kissed her and she threw her arms around my neck. I grabbed her bottom and pulled her against me, but there was a lot of dress between us. I hiked it up, as best I could and pulled again. This time I felt her warmth against me. “Kate, you’re not wearing underwear, are you? Scandalous,” I smirked. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I want to make it as easy as possible for you this weekend. Take me whenever you want.”
So, I did. Normally the kitchen is sacred for cleanliness reasons, but with those words, I just had to. I undid my pants and dropped them and the underwear. I felt under the dress and pulled her legs up around me. She was soaking wet and I easily slipped in. I grabbed her ass and lower back and thrusted. She moaned loudly which told me she’d been edging herself. I tried as best I could, but apparently I’m not great at counter sex. I pulled out and took her off the counter. I grabbed a nearby tall bar stool, and bent her over it. I hiked the dress over her back so I could grab her hips and ass better (and look at it frankly. It’s a nice ass). I could tell she wasn’t going to cum, but the night was just beginning and clearly the freeuse was a part of it, so I slowed and pulled out. I walked around to the other side of the stool and told her to open up. I gently grabbed the base of her pony tail and slowly fucked her red lips. Her hand must have found her clit, because she was moaning on my cock, which made me cum.
We straightened up and went upstairs. I took her dress off and she undressed me. I told her to keep the heels on and lay on the bed. I climbed in between her legs and made my way up the right one. Kissing her calf, the inside of her thigh, nibbling it a bit. I teased around her pussy, dragging the tip of my tongue slowly up the right side, and down the left. Slowly up the left labia and down the right, pausing briefly, so my hot breath would hit her clit and she’d know I was close. Then, gently putting the tip of my tongue inside her, I relaxed it as I lapped up, spreading her with my now widened tongue, all the way to her clit, where I gently flicked again. Her hips were already shaking and I knew it wouldn’t be long yet. I began gently flicking her clit up and down , over and over, making sure to keep the same rhythm. In less than 30 seconds, her thighs pinned my head and I grabbed her hips and she twisted up, biting her own lip, moaning into her mouth and shaking, and I could tell she’d finally let go from all the edging she’d done to herself.
I stopped eating her out when the thighs hit, but I was stroking her soft skin, just letting her have this orgasm. When she finished, she just laid there on her back breathing audibly. I kissed my way up her body and looked down at her. She threw her arms around my neck again and kissed me. I kissed her back, and wiggled my way back inside her. Missionary, for all it’s vanillaness, can be very sensual. I try to time it right, after an orgasm. Wait too long and round two isn’t gonna happen. Too fast and it’s all tickly feeling and you spoil it. Time it just right, and she cums buckets. Well, I timed it right. Between that and the intimate feelings, just looking into each other’s eyes. I watched her eyes roll back in her head a little and felt her hips shaking under me. I kept going and going and so did her orgasm. I finally couldn’t hold mine back anymore and I came the second time of the night deep inside her…
We didn’t get dressed again, really. she wore my button up, and I just wore underwear. She asked to put on an old sitcom from a long time ago, so I found Dick Van Dyke and Green Acres. We watched and actually laughed. After a few episodes, I went downstairs for a drink and she followed. I have a full wet bar, so she sat and watched me make a Manhattan. I made her a cosmo and we stood there sipping pretending some Mad Men shit. We finished the first at the bar, then made a second and went to the couch. I put on an American standards station and we sat and talked and drank and listened to music. “Strangers in the Night” came on and I put our drinks down and we danced. She laughed as we swayed around the room all tipsy. The song ended and I sat back onto the couch giggling, pulling her into my lap. We kissed some more and she asked, “Do you think that’s what we just did?” I said when? and she said “Upstairs. Do you think we made love? Like in the song?” I found myself saying yes, and she smiled at me and said, “I guess I haven’t done that since high school.” She hit me on the arm. “Don’t stop fucking me, though. I desperately need that.” I said “right now?” and she hit me again.
We played some card game at the table over the next drink and started playing footsie, and before you knew it we were kissing up against the wall. I’m usually not even horny after a round two these days, but Kate is insatiable. Next thing I know, we’re on the couch and she’s riding me to orgasm, while I’m sucking those perky tits. I didn’t cum from being ridden, which she said “tit for tat” for earlier in the kitchen. I pulled her off of me and she slid to the floor. Her mouth is like magic and no matter whether I have anything left in me or not she can make me cum in like 30 seconds with head if she wants to, and she did. When she finished we went to bed for the night, spent.
If this ends up being the only part I get to write today, I hope you enjoyed reading it. I certainly enjoyed living it. Saturday was pretty fun, too. We didn’t role play 50s stuff, but it was pretty great. I’ll write it up as soon as I can.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cjcnck/kate_f_22_and_i_m_36_played_house_this_weekend_pt
Kate…you’re not wearing a bustle. How lewd.
It sounds like you have a great connection!