[M]y third time fucking a married woman. While her husband slept in the next room.

When in my twenties all my friends were getting married and I wasn’t having any luck with love. I got cynical about relationships and stopped respecting them. I fucked a college friend’s wife–more than once (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bfdcac/m_fucked_my_married_college_friend_while_her). I fucked a woman I met online who was engaged and looking to get in one last fling (https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/bcdkm8/i_fucked_his_fiancé_then_i_kept_doing_it/.

Desi was the third woman in a relationship that I fucked. I met her on the kind of crappy free hookup site that existed in a world before tinder. She was kind of a train wreck. She was younger than me, had been a stripper at one point, had a kid with one guy, and was married to another guy. They were getting divorced, but both of them were so broke that they couldn’t get their own place, so they still lived together in different rooms of the same apartment. He had the bedroom. She slept in the living room.

But she was attractive. And really funny in an irreverent way that I appreciated. And we clicked talking about indie and classic rock bands. And I was still relatively new to the area and lonely. All of that is rationalizing, I know. But I’m ok with that.

We started talking on the phone. This was mid-2000s. Nobody was texting yet. The conversations were flirty and she was very forward in terms of sex. She hadn’t had any in longer than she cared to admit. Which may have been months or may have just been a week, for all I knew. But she also wanted more than sex. She said she wanted a relationship. And I wasn’t opposed to that. I was still pretty new to meaningless hookups. But I wanted to take it slow considering she was still married and living with her husband.

But all of our conversations kept turning sexual. I knew it was likely to happen if we met. So I was hoping we’d go on a date where we wouldn’t be tempted. Instead she talked me into coming over to her place one night around 10. She said we’d have the place to ourselves and she’d make some coffee and we could just hang out and chat in person and maybe watch a movie.

When I got to her apartment the living room was dark with some candles lit. She said she just kept it that way. She had her hair in big tails and was wearing a ringer tee and a school girl skirt. She didn’t have huge tits, but she wasn’t wearing a bra and the shirt was tight enough that I could see the barbells in each of her pierced nipples. I noticed the bedroom door was closed. That’s when she told me that her husband was in there sleeping, but it was no big deal since they’d agreed to get divorced and he wasn’t jealous and he could sleep through anything anyway.

Instead of a sofa there was just a mattress on the floor because the living room was her bedroom.

I don’t remember what we talked about. Music? Movies? I know she put one on. I don’t remember what it was. We definitely talked about our mutual attraction. She talked about how it had been too long since she had sex and she shouldn’t have invited me over because she was too tempted. I offered to leave. Instead we started making out.

At some point she straddled me and started grinding against my cock. I peeled her tee shirt off and sucked on her pierced nipples.

“I’m so wet that my panties are sticking to me,” she moaned.

She unzipped my pants and started playing with my cock. Then expressed some regret about things moving too fast again. I was nervous about the guy in the other room. So I offered to leave. To slow things down.

“That silly,” she said. “We’ve gone this far. Stopping would be meaningless.”

I had to peel her little satin panties off. Her pussy was dripping wet. But I left the school girl skirt on. I undressed and put on a rubber and pushed the covers on the mattress aside.

“Let me ride you,” she said.

So she straddle my dick and started to kegel ride it. She was a moaner and I kept trying to cover her mouth, dreading the other guy coming out. She got herself off riding my dick. Hands planted on my torso. Her pigtails and tiny tits bouncing. I came right after her.

After that I was ready to hit the road. I thought we’d been quiet but still felt weird fucking Desi with her husband in the next room sleeping. Or maybe he was listening and jacking off?

But she insisted I couldn’t just fuck and run and that she owed me conversation and watching a movie together. So I laid there with her on the mattress talking about whatever. She took off her skirt and put on a long tee shirt that still didn’t hide those pierced nipples. I had on my boxers.

Half of me wanted to bolt and the other half wanted to feel her milking my cock again. She started playing with it almost immediately. Rubbing me softly through my boxers. And then we started kissing. She told me she was insatiable and that she masturbated daily, even when she was having sex. Every time she took a shower.

I’d only brought one condom. That was a concern. She didn’t seem to mind.

“Just fuck me,” she kept saying.

And I couldn’t resist. I went in bareback. She wrapped her legs around my waist and started moaning LOUDLY. I wanted to quiet her down, but every time I slowed my stroke she’d get even louder.

“FUCK ME. Oh Yes. FUCK ME.”

And so I fucked her like a whore. Hard. And there was no way anyone could have slept through it. And still I fucked her harder. I couldn’t get her off at first and couldn’t finish myself off, either.

Finally she started screaming like a banshee, squeezing my waist with her legs, and telling the whole apartment complex that she was coming.

And I STILL couldn’t finish. I jackhammered away for what felt like an eternity, but was really probably only another 10-15 minutes. Finally she told me to pull out and gave an assertive blowjob like she’d been studying porn for months. Lots of eye contact. Lots of cork screw with her mouth. I blew my load down her throat and collapsed on the mattress.

She wouldn’t let me leave after until damn near sunup. She said she wanted to sleep together. I just wanted to avoid an awkward breakfast. Finally, I got out.

A few days later she invited me to meet her at a concert. Some of her friends were there, too. And her husband. And she was very attentive to him. We barely spoke. And then she left with him.

Later she sent me a note saying that she didn’t think we were really compatible and they were trying to work things out.

She’d hit me up every now and then for a few months after and complain that I didn’t want to be friends after our connection, but we never fucked again.

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