I started chatting with Goose81 on Ashley Madison (AM) three or four weeks ago. He’d sent me a nice message and fit my 40+ criteria, just by a hair — thank god!
It was casual at first because I was still chatting with the first-timer, I’ll call NewGuy here. Goose also said he was a first-timer, but there was something about him. I went with the other guy, as you know, but Goose was playing it very cool, and I loved that.
I like sexting, but with my lover and NewGuy, I really didn’t have time to get horny with anyone else. I had time to low-key chat, though, so we did. NewGuy didn’t exactly fizzle, but it was not going anywhere by design, so once I was done with him, I wished him well, and off I went.
I told Goose there was someone else, but I wasn’t sure it was going to work out. I knew it wasn’t going to work out, but left Goose wanting.
Once I was done with NewGuy, I turned my attention to Goose, and he was ready. God, was he ever!
Chatting on AM is terrible at the best of times, so we moved to Telegram. From there, the speed picked up once we started sharing pictures and videos. I sent him one of me fingering myself, and he sent one of him cumming.
Phew!
I never get tired of seeing men cum (once I green light seeing their cock — never looking for random cocks in my DMs though, boys, I go to PornHub for that).
I have no idea what it was, but Goose was lighting my pussy on fire without even trying, so we planned our first meet at a local McDonald’s. Goose lived 20 mins away, but it turned out that he owned a lawn maintenance company, and his crews worked in my area on Mondays.
The problem was it was Wednesday, and I really couldn’t wait until Monday. I just wanted him to fuck me, not just sit at McDonald’s. NewGuy gave good chat, but Goose’s was next-level horny; he got me so fucking hot.
Sitting while watching TV that night, I realized I was alone. It often happens that hub goes to bed, but this time my son was out like a light too. I love him, but that little bastard doesn’t miss a trick, and usually stayed up all night, so there’s no way I’d do what I was about to do.
But he was in bed early by some miracle, so it was now or never.
Goose’s wife was out of town, but the kids were home. And I’d have to sneak out, which I’d done before, but it was risky. Damn, I was horny, though, and only thinking with my pussy.
I messaged.
Me — Instead of Monday, do you think I could come over tonight?
Him — seriously? tonight?
Me — yeah
Him — the kids are in bed at 830–9
Me — I could leave here at 930.
We kept sexting and teasing each other. I told him how badly I wanted to suck his cock, and I did. It was beautiful. He promised to go down on me, and it was nice to hear, but I’m always a skeptic, though he didn’t talk about how awesome a pussy eater he was — which was a good sign.
I’ve always found the more they talk about it, the less they do. The ones who don’t talk about it can go either way. The big talkers? They’re just trying to talk themselves into it but never get there.
That was fine, no matter what he did, I was going to let him cum in my mouth.
He sent me his address. He was 20 mins away. Is this really happening? I wondered as I ran upstairs to see what my people were doing. Son’s light was out, and hubby was just turning his lamp out.
Good, now all I had to do is wait, I thought, but if those last few minutes didn’t crawl by. It felt like they’d rolled over and died.
I’m here
I was at his place at ten to ten and starting to feel nervous. I wrote the book on cheating safety, and now here I was in the next town over, getting ready to give a guy I’d never met a blowjob in his basement.
Mmmm, blowjob…my pussy putting its two cents in again. I was getting damp. Damn.
Walking up to the house, he was at the door and let me in. He ushered me to the basement in silence.
It was a mess of kids’ toys and hockey equipment. There was a big couch to one side.
I was happy. He was hot AF and had his arms wrapped around me in no time, pressing his lips into mine. His breath tasted like beer. He’d told me he’d had one to calm down.
“Jesus, this is really happening,” he stammered between breaths. His hands found their way under my top, around the back, and he undid my bra. He wasn’t wasting any time, and my pussy didn’t want him to.
He backed me to the couch, sat me down, grabbed the waistband of my leggings, and pulled them and my panties off. Dropping them, he turned back to me and spread my legs.
Well, then, he’s one of those ones…I was in heaven.
Before diving in he played with a little tuft of my light pubic growth. I don’t shave and don’t have to. My hair’s so thin it’s imperceptible from a distance.
“Mmmm, your pussy is so fucking hot. I’ve been waiting to do this since you sent me the first picture.”
And with that he dove in, devouring me for the next ten minutes. Tongue flat with nice slow laps from my vaginal opening to my clit and back again. When his mouth wasn’t on me, his fingers were in me, and his thumb circled my clit.
My pussy was throbbing, and it felt so good, but I knew he couldn’t make me cum, so didn’t want to leave him hanging.
“I want to suck your cock,” I panted, sitting up. He was still dressed, and here’s me with no pants, bra open, and shirt pushed up to my neck, exposing my boobs to the world. When he was fingering me he climbed up to suck my nipples, and when he was eating me, he pinched them.
This is more like it, I remember thinking. NewGuy didn’t hold a candle to Goose. Goose brought the intensity I was looking for.
I opened his belt, sitting before him, and yanked open his jeans. He was a little soft, but there was precum oozing from his head. I sucked him into my mouth and stroked him with my hand…nothing.
Two minutes passed. Three. WTF is wrong with this guy? Is it me? I wondered, a little disappointed.
“Give me a minute,” he said, pulling his pants back on. Then he disappeared upstairs, leaving me half-naked on the couch, surrounded by toys.
Jesus.
He returned five minutes later.
“I think it’s the kids,” he said. “They’re cock blocking me! My son was up, and I had to settle him. It’s ok now.”
Um, holy fuck!
I guess it should have been expected.
I stood up, opened his belt once again, tugged at his jeans enough to pull his cock out, and gently stroked him as we kissed. I held him in the palm of one hand while caressing him with the other, as he fondled my breasts.
He was such a great kisser, and slowly but surely, his cock grew in my hands as we held each other.
Breaking my lips away from his, I lowered myself to the floor and took him in my mouth. His smell was intoxicating and manly. I tugged at his balls as I sucked and pumped his cock.
The pictures didn’t do him justice. His cock was perfect, and I really wanted him to bury it in me. I let him go, turned, and kneeled on the couch, presenting my ass and pussy to him.
I felt his hands on my hips and that cock, bobbing under me, touching my flesh as it bounced. With one hand, he took it, and more deliberately rubbed it up and down my slit, parting my labia, and spreading my juice.
Entering me with the tip, he pulled back.
“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered.
God, I know, just please fuck me…I wanted him so badly.
“Are you ok?” I asked. “You can if you want. My baby-making days are over.”
That’s all the encouragement he needed, and again the tip of his cock was running along my now swollen lips, all resistance gone. He entered me with ease, but slowly until his cock was buried fully. Holding himself there, he began to thrust, slowly.
So much for an oral-only night…
He began pounding me, and it felt so good. This is what I wanted NewGuy to do. To just fuck the shit out of me in my favorite position like Goose was. Thrust after thrust, Goose mounted me like we were animals in heat.
“I’m gonna cum…” he whispered, barely audible under his gasping breath.
“Don’t pull out. Please don’t pull out…” I needed him to fill me with cum. I know, it’s really stupid to have unprotected sex with a stranger, but having a man cum in me is the closest I get to orgasm without help. And when a man finishes in me, I experience this wave of satisfaction I can’t describe. It’s like using magic to release his spirit in me.
I know, it’s corny, but I really get off on a man cumming in me. I don’t care that I don’t orgasm, I’d take care of that at home. I left my magic wand this time because all I was going to do was suck him off, silly me!
And that was that. He helped me get dressed, I wiped myself in their powder room, we kissed at the door, and off home, I went.
We’ve met both Mondays since, and I am not disappointed, but I’ll leave that for later. What I did want to say is I was probably the only one online at this afternoon’s Teams meeting with our Assistant Deputy Minister, who didn’t hear a single word she said.
© Teresa J. Conway, 2022
