Author: MaxSuction

Her lunch with an ex [MF]

It seemed odd that my wife wasn’t home yet – she had just planned on a quick trip to Target on this Saturday morning. It was almost 2 pm when she finally strolled through the door. “You’ve been out for a while” I quipped, to which she replied “well, I bumped into Jimmy, so we went to lunch…”. Oh, Jimmy, her ex, I thought to myself, feeling my blood pressure rise. She always talked so highly of him, and I got sick of hearing about him, and she’s well aware of it. Knowing this, she came over to be sweet, give me a hug and a kiss, pleading “don’t be mad…”.

Admittedly, I was annoyed, saying “I’m more mad you didn’t tell me…why didn’t you tell me you were going” as she tried to be more flirty, trying to kiss me as she tried to grope and tease. I am but a man, and as her fingers deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, I was quickly aroused. “Are you sure you’re mad? You say you’re mad, but you don’t feel that mad…” All I could manage was a moan as she grabbed at me, my mind wanting to be mad, my body wanting to take her, punish her for being a flirt. She continued to tease “Why are you so hard? I thought you said you’re mad? Are you thinking about me having lunch with him?” All I offered was a “mmhmm”, but sensing an opportunity to tease,she wanted to hear more…”I know you like my ass in these leggings, think he liked it? What about my tits? Don’t they look good in this tank top?” Read more »

Business Trip [MF]

Business trips can be a mixed bag – most often they’re long days filled with meetings and obligations, but on occasion, they’re quite fun. Years ago, I was visiting a Miami suburb for two weeks, getting acclimated to a new site and new people. The first week falls squarely into that long day category. The second unexpectedly was much more fun.

Monday night of my second week, I set off to find some dinner and unwind by myself. I had no expectations. I settled on a nearby bar, keeping it simple for dinner and a few drinks. It was busy, but not crowded, when three girls sat to my left. We made early pleasantries – where are you from, what do you do, etc., etc. They worked nearby, and were out for happy hour, each quite attractive. We continued chatting, with the one seated next to me, Jessica, quite friendly. Ultimately her friends departed, but she chose to stay. She was quite attractive – dirty blonde hair, with perky breasts perched upon a runner’s body. The night wore on, and ultimately led back to my hotel, grabbing drinks to sip next to the pool. I sat on a lounge chair, with her placing herself between my legs, back pressed to my chest. I took this as an invitation at the deserted pool – I wrapped my hands around her waist, sliding north to cup her firm breasts. All she did was giggle and say “you’re bad” before craning her neck to kiss me. I whispered to her “do you want to go upstairs?”; she stood up and reached out a hand. Read more »

Short Black Dress [MF]

It was a simple enough request – “honey, can you help me with my shoes?” I wasn’t expecting to come around the corner to see her wearing a short black dress, with deep cleavage that instantly drew my gaze (as it always does). She needed help with some strappy high heels as she was rushing to leave for her night out. I grabbed her leg to raise it, and she instinctually pushed her dress down. I teasingly tried to get a peek at her underwear, but she protested “I don’t want panty lines with this dress!” and sheepishly admitted she wasn’t wearing any. With the plunging neckline and no underwear, all I could blurt out was “you look like you want to get fucked”. And had I not known the friends she was going with, I may have worried when she said, “maybe that is what I want”. Before she rushed out the door, she gave me a kiss that made me want to bend her over and take her right there. Read more »

The Bridesmaid [MF]

I recently found myself at a wedding where I knew few people. It wasn’t somewhere I was thrilled to be; just one of those events you need to attend. Nonetheless, I found a seat at the ceremony, nowhere near the front, but not quite in the back. As more people filed in, a group of what I can only describe as “finance bros” surrounded me – a few on my right, more in front. I’ve dealt with their type often enough and made pleasantries until the ceremony started. And I think they had a comment about every bridesmaid – “looks like a milf”, “wonder if she’s single”, and “great tits on her”. They were right, one in particular had great tits, and the snug bridesmaid dresses did well to attenuate them, which just a hint of cleavage to make a man’s mind wander.

Fast forward to cocktail hour, and I find myself next to “great tits”. I tell her she looks great, and we chat about the bride and groom. Maybe it was the alcohol flowing, but I mention to her that the finance bros had comments on all the bridesmaids. Quizzically, she pokes “and what did they say about me?” At 6’4″, I’m quite a bit taller than everyone, and instinctually looked straight down at her cleavage. With a quick wit, she replies “well, I’m not surprised. And you seem to agree.” She grabs her drink, and moves own to talk to some of her other friends milling about. Read more »