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We’ve been having fun together for the past couple months. Having a fwb close by is always great. Last week I ended up giving him a key to my apartment. I let him know, whenever he wanted me, (and I meant whenever), he should stop by.
In the last week, I’ve woken up to his cock against my face twice, walked into my apartment with him their once, and have taken a long lunch three times now.
There’s just something about having some fun when not expecting it…
Did I mention he’s married?
A few summers ago, when I was 25, I was really struggling with a fantasy of mine and how to play it out, and honestly if I wanted to play it out at all. I was talking to this guy online for a while, we were sharing fantasies, experiences, and honestly just having some decent conversation. He was in his early 40s, married, quite handsome, and fun to talk to. At the start of our conversation, I found that he traveled often for work, and would love to meet up with me at some point. I welcomed the possibility in the future.
One night we were talking about some pretty deep shit, past sexual abuse, and how I felt about it. I told him things I never told anyone before. I actually came to a few realizations as I talked to him. I’m not going to get into it all, but in a nutshell, we came out of the conversation with me yearning for something I struggled with in the past.
He told me he could make it happen. Safely.
So, a few months back I was on tinder and me and this guy really hit it off. I ended up meeting him at his place, and within the first 5 minutes, we both had each other completely stripped down.
He was a decently hung guy, but what really stole the show were the size of his balls. Literally the size of goose eggs. Largest I’ve ever seen personally.
After I got down on my knees, I held them in my hand, they were like ridiculously huge. He noticed my shock and asked me if I’d ever seen balls that big… I said no.
After blowing him for a while, I noticed he really liked me playing with his sack.. And damn did his sack hang low..
After I while longer, I knew he was ready for more (you know, could tell by the look on his face and how he already had a condom in his hand….)
So there’s this thing I’ve always enjoyed doing… ladies, definitely a skill worth mastering… I like to take the condom, unwrap it, adjust it just a bit, and I put it in my mouth.
So a couple months ago I flew home for a funeral. Stayed with my parents for a few nights. Ended up going to a kohl’s to grab a few things, and randomly ran into one of my Ex’s Dad. Hadn’t seen him in almost 7 years, but he instantly recognized me.
Made some small talk for a while, he couldn’t help but compliment over and over on how I looked, how I’ve grown, and how much he missed me being around the house.
He had always eye’d me back when I was dating Dan (his son), back in high school. He was a younger dad, in his late 30’s when I was dating Dan.
It was honestly great to see him, and he lost a ton of weight, seriously gotten into shape.
I had a few items in my hand, we talked for a bit, and I helped him pick out a few things for himself, then he helped me pick out a few things as well.
I couldn’t help but be a little flirty.