I Cuckold
Well my wife did it! She found a new lover and he ****** her long and hard. Below is her story that she wrote about her new found boyfriend, hope you all enjoy.
I think I have already mentioned a pending rendezvous with a new lover. His name is John. My first lover in my marriage was named John as well. He was wonderful so I was hopeful this John would be good too.. I found a reasonable motel for us to meet about half way between our two towns. It was an hour long drive for each of us. I had only met him once before and that was for coffee. We didn’t even touch each other and now we’re meeting for sex. My mind was wandering a little bit because every time I thought of the impending liaison I would get hotter and wet.
I arrived about ½ hour before him so I could check in and put my thigh highs on, freshen up the hair and face, and all the little things a woman wants to perfect before meeting with a man. The problem is, I’ve never quite done this. Every lover I ever had started with a drunken romp. I don’t drink anymore. I do take marijuana for pain which has a very lovely side effect on me. I get extremely horny and orgasmic.
My hands shook as I signed for the room and took the key. I couldn’t tell if it was from apprehension or excitement. I steadied myself and drove around to the other side of the motel to reach my room. I had to climb the stairs and use a key to open the outside door. My room was the first room on the left. The motel had a funny smell to it. Not funny ha ha more of a musty smell, old like my grandparents’ home. That’s okay. It’s got a queen bed. Not an awful room, but certainly not four star material. The bed springs squeak. I start getting ready. I do some stretches and warm up exercises. I do have back problems and I know with the way I am feeling, things are going to get a little wild. I paged John and told him how to get to the outside door and told him to knock.
A few minutes past noon my phone rang. I ran to it laughing (I’m not sure why). I answer and he says he’s at a door. I throw the door open and run out to the hall almost hyperventilating at this point. I was getting giddy. I realized the door was closing behind me and managed to catch it and throw my purse in the way. I found that hysterical. I don’t imagine he expected a hyperventilating spaz to meet him at the door. I was not being cool. I invited him to sit on the bed. I grabbed water from the fridge, offered him one and jumped over him on to the bed. I lay on my side and watched him. I was shaking. He lay beside me and we joked about how easy this was. He works in the mental health field so I got some in depth information about our behaviors. Finally I just leaned up and kissed him. He reacted with equal excitement and I moaned in to him. I fit my entire length of my body up against him. I couldn’t help it at this point I was grinding my ***** in to him shamelessly stroking his ****. Even a retelling of this story is causing me to get wet. He guided me on to my back and spread my legs with his. I could feel his **** rubbing up against me and dear God I’m getting so freaking horny just retelling it. Back to the story. Okay at that point we were both pretty worked up. He would try to pull away from me. My ***** chased him down. I knew he was trying not to *** so I rubbed my ***** on his leg. I was getting pretty loud at this point. Every time he would touch me I would shake uncontrollably. It is like every point of contact is a mini ****. That’s the best way I can explain it. It is an incredible amount of pleasure. He suddenly jumps out of bed and begins stripping down. I notice he has a nice ****. Nice and thick, pretty long. This causes a whole new wave of wetness. Just the thought of that filling my *****. I ******** down in two seconds flat. I am so anxious for this. I’m shaking as he rubs his **** over my **** over and over again. I swear I’m going to *** just from this. I feel him press his **** against me, spreading the lips, and plunging himself in to me has he cried out in pleasure and buried himself in me. I’ve locked my arms and legs around him insuring he doesn’t move and I start rocking my pelvis. Nothing else is moving. I’m just slowly milking his ****. He’s breathing heavy and suddenly pulls out of me. I guess it was a bit intense and he feared he wouldn’t be able to go on. He apologized for being a “tease.” He has no idea how close I was to *******. It was so painful. He slipped back in me and fireworks shot off in my head. Then the fireworks were moving to my low abdomen right in the area of my womb. He was pounding me at this point. It sounds so cliché I know, but we both came together. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own. They were thrusting up against him. I would push up and thrust my ***** against him over and over again. I’m riding the wave now.. I was rubbing against him now. I came again. He’s fingering my ***** and stroking his **** back to life. I’m moaning, creaming on his hand, begging for his ****. I see his **** is alive. Beautiful, thick, long and alive. I pushed up on my arms and pushed John on to his back. I know I am going to *** riding him. I’m almost ******* from rubbing on the sheets. I have no idea why I am so excited about this but I’m rolling with the flow here. I’m going to have a “boyfriend.” Someone I meet almost exclusively for sex. I’m going to go home and make my husband clean my *****. I’m going to make sure it’s a mess. I straddle John’s body and start rubbing my ***** up and down the length of his ****. I rub my breasts all over his body. I let my long hair drag across his body. With a shifting of my weight, I have his **** entering my ***** and I slide down the shaft. I throw my head back and take the entire length of his shaft. I lay back across his chest and began slowly grinding my ***** in to his body. I can feel his **** moving in me. I can feel him growling under his breath. It was a sexy low rumble. I kept grinding moving in circles. He’s obviously trying very hard not to ***, but I know I will get him hard again and I’m close to *******. I’m riding a wave but it’s not enough, I’m grinding in with all my strength. I’m creaming all over his **** when he starts *******. He grabs my hips and slams himself in to me over and over.
When we were done using each other we spent some time talking. We made plans to talk the next day and set up another meeting. We agreed we were blessed to find one another. Finally I have a true friend with benefits again.
I think I have already mentioned a pending rendezvous with a new lover. His name is John. My first lover in my marriage was named John as well. He was wonderful so I was hopeful this John would be good too.. I found a reasonable motel for us to meet about half way between our two towns. It was an hour long drive for each of us. I had only met him once before and that was for coffee. We didn’t even touch each other and now we’re meeting for sex. My mind was wandering a little bit because every time I thought of the impending liaison I would get hotter and wet.
I arrived about ½ hour before him so I could check in and put my thigh highs on, freshen up the hair and face, and all the little things a woman wants to perfect before meeting with a man. The problem is, I’ve never quite done this. Every lover I ever had started with a drunken romp. I don’t drink anymore. I do take marijuana for pain which has a very lovely side effect on me. I get extremely horny and orgasmic.
My hands shook as I signed for the room and took the key. I couldn’t tell if it was from apprehension or excitement. I steadied myself and drove around to the other side of the motel to reach my room. I had to climb the stairs and use a key to open the outside door. My room was the first room on the left. The motel had a funny smell to it. Not funny ha ha more of a musty smell, old like my grandparents’ home. That’s okay. It’s got a queen bed. Not an awful room, but certainly not four star material. The bed springs squeak. I start getting ready. I do some stretches and warm up exercises. I do have back problems and I know with the way I am feeling, things are going to get a little wild. I paged John and told him how to get to the outside door and told him to knock.
A few minutes past noon my phone rang. I ran to it laughing (I’m not sure why). I answer and he says he’s at a door. I throw the door open and run out to the hall almost hyperventilating at this point. I was getting giddy. I realized the door was closing behind me and managed to catch it and throw my purse in the way. I found that hysterical. I don’t imagine he expected a hyperventilating spaz to meet him at the door. I was not being cool. I invited him to sit on the bed. I grabbed water from the fridge, offered him one and jumped over him on to the bed. I lay on my side and watched him. I was shaking. He lay beside me and we joked about how easy this was. He works in the mental health field so I got some in depth information about our behaviors. Finally I just leaned up and kissed him. He reacted with equal excitement and I moaned in to him. I fit my entire length of my body up against him. I couldn’t help it at this point I was grinding my ***** in to him shamelessly stroking his ****. Even a retelling of this story is causing me to get wet. He guided me on to my back and spread my legs with his. I could feel his **** rubbing up against me and dear God I’m getting so freaking horny just retelling it. Back to the story. Okay at that point we were both pretty worked up. He would try to pull away from me. My ***** chased him down. I knew he was trying not to *** so I rubbed my ***** on his leg. I was getting pretty loud at this point. Every time he would touch me I would shake uncontrollably. It is like every point of contact is a mini ****. That’s the best way I can explain it. It is an incredible amount of pleasure. He suddenly jumps out of bed and begins stripping down. I notice he has a nice ****. Nice and thick, pretty long. This causes a whole new wave of wetness. Just the thought of that filling my *****. I ******** down in two seconds flat. I am so anxious for this. I’m shaking as he rubs his **** over my **** over and over again. I swear I’m going to *** just from this. I feel him press his **** against me, spreading the lips, and plunging himself in to me has he cried out in pleasure and buried himself in me. I’ve locked my arms and legs around him insuring he doesn’t move and I start rocking my pelvis. Nothing else is moving. I’m just slowly milking his ****. He’s breathing heavy and suddenly pulls out of me. I guess it was a bit intense and he feared he wouldn’t be able to go on. He apologized for being a “tease.” He has no idea how close I was to *******. It was so painful. He slipped back in me and fireworks shot off in my head. Then the fireworks were moving to my low abdomen right in the area of my womb. He was pounding me at this point. It sounds so cliché I know, but we both came together. My hips seemed to have a mind of their own. They were thrusting up against him. I would push up and thrust my ***** against him over and over again. I’m riding the wave now.. I was rubbing against him now. I came again. He’s fingering my ***** and stroking his **** back to life. I’m moaning, creaming on his hand, begging for his ****. I see his **** is alive. Beautiful, thick, long and alive. I pushed up on my arms and pushed John on to his back. I know I am going to *** riding him. I’m almost ******* from rubbing on the sheets. I have no idea why I am so excited about this but I’m rolling with the flow here. I’m going to have a “boyfriend.” Someone I meet almost exclusively for sex. I’m going to go home and make my husband clean my *****. I’m going to make sure it’s a mess. I straddle John’s body and start rubbing my ***** up and down the length of his ****. I rub my breasts all over his body. I let my long hair drag across his body. With a shifting of my weight, I have his **** entering my ***** and I slide down the shaft. I throw my head back and take the entire length of his shaft. I lay back across his chest and began slowly grinding my ***** in to his body. I can feel his **** moving in me. I can feel him growling under his breath. It was a sexy low rumble. I kept grinding moving in circles. He’s obviously trying very hard not to ***, but I know I will get him hard again and I’m close to *******. I’m riding a wave but it’s not enough, I’m grinding in with all my strength. I’m creaming all over his **** when he starts *******. He grabs my hips and slams himself in to me over and over.
When we were done using each other we spent some time talking. We made plans to talk the next day and set up another meeting. We agreed we were blessed to find one another. Finally I have a true friend with benefits again.
By:
TinnyTim
Age:
46-50
,
Male
