[F]un with [M]y belt, her cuck, and more – Adventures with Missy [MF]

I’m going to go a bit out-of-order with this story — as I’ve posted in the past of the first meetup I had with Missy… a married business professional that’s around my age. But we just got to see each other for some playtime about two weeks ago, and I had to get this story out while it’s still relatively fresh in my mind.

 

Here in the Midwest, COVID is definitely rearing its head again. So Missy and I have both been doing our share of social distancing. But we decided that while neither of our spouses know, we’re allowing each other into our bubble. And by “bubble”, I just mean that we still will meet up to fuck in secret whenever we want. ;-)

 

Anyway, a couple of weeks back — we agreed that too much time had passed by and we both needed some time together. I have access to an apartment during the day, and we arranged our schedules so we could cut away. I always enjoy playtime with Missy, and she let me know that while she loved time over Daddy’s lap whenever we met… she’s started to wonder what it would feel like if I used my belt on that amazing ass of hers as well. So in the buildup of the week, I made sure to send her lots of pictures of me holding that belt and slowly removing that belt as I undress… as I knew exactly what it would do to her.

[M]y [F]irst pillow-princess experience with her – Adventures with Missy [MF]

Missy and I finally planned our first meetup to play. (You can see the backstory if you go into my profile). It had been weeks of talking on snap. Sometimes, the talk was innocent. Most of it was flirty. There were, of course, racy snaps included. It’s funny to think that we both saw *every* bit of the other person before even doing so much as kissing.

 

But now, all of that was about to change. We planned our first meetup.

 

Of course, the actual planning was tricky. Both of us were married. Neither of us felt completely comfortable about having some sort of charge from a hotel showing up on a credit card statement. Neither of our places were available. She was housesitting in a few weeks, but we just couldn’t wait that long. Both of us were very needy.

 

We decided to plan a midday meetup in a hotel parking lot. Classy, right? But we figured it *could* be possible to find a hotel with a parking lot that was against a wooded area. The back windows of my SUV were tinted — so if I laid the seats back completely and we got into the back, nobody would see us. Right?

Our first, innocent [M]eetup – Adventures with Missy

[If you haven’t read my first post about my adventures with Missy, you’ll want to start here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ih8xjk/my_first_post_adventures_with_missy_a_prologue/)

 

I got to the coffeehouse a good hour early. I figured I could get some work done, anyway. Plus, settling in as the first to arrive allowed me to really relish what was about to come.

 

I was waiting to meet Missy — a 40 year old married business professional that I had connected with on Whisper and had been Snapping with over Christmas break. When she first sent me her picture on Whisper, I was a little disappointed. Not because of what I saw — her body was amazing. But it was a little *too* amazing. Clearly, I was speaking to a catfish. But I played along for a little bit. I found the conversation with whoever it was that I was speaking with to be quite engaging. This person was funny, humored my dadjoke-like gifs, and… now, was sharing great pictures.

 

[M]y first post – Adventures with Miss Z (Prologue)

I’m sharing this post for some background — as I am planning on writing a series that chronicles some of the fun I’ve had over the past three years or so. But this post is meant to set the stage.

 

About me: I’m a 38 year old married business professional in the suburban midwest. Those who know me would view me as that “friendly next door neighbor” type. A pillar of the community, active and involved Dad, unassuming nice guy… all of that. I’ve been married for the past 15 years, and love my wife very much. There’s just one problem that we’ve had. We just aren’t on the same page, sexually.

 

Don’t get me wrong — sex is *good*… when it happens. But it doesn’t happen as frequently as I crave (think once every 3-4 weeks). And certain things just aren’t on the table anymore. Going down on her isn’t an option anymore (“that’s icky”, she says) — and I’m lucky if I get a “birthday blowjob” once a year. But let’s be honest — she’s missed a few birthdays.