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“Everyone thinks I’m so innocent, but they don’t know how kinky I really am.” That’s where it all started. I had posted that on an anonymous confession site and was quick to get replies. One of them went something like this: “Kinky, huh? You sound like a fun girl. I’ll get straight to the point; I’m married and here because my wife is boring and my sex life is lacking. I’m looking for someone to have some fun with, someone who is willing to be discreet of course. I notice we’re close. Would you be interested?” I didn’t know how to respond to that message. On one hand, the idea excited me. For some reason, the idea of sex with a married man intrigued me. It was definitely on my bucket list. On the other hand, I didn’t want to interfere with his and his wife’s personal lives. I didn’t want to be a homewrecker. Long story short, I replied back and we got to know each other. His name was Nate. He was twenty-four and married (I was eighteen at the time) and he lived only a few minutes away; we were literally within walking distance of each other. His wife was in school and lately had been “too tired” for sex and turned him down almost every time he suggested it. The few times she did put out, the sex was adequate at best. I couldn’t help sympathize with him. We chatted for a while and shared pics between each other, and eventually planned a time to meet. This was happening. **** şişli escort As I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, I heard a knock at my door. “Shit,” I mumbled to myself. I wasn’t ready. I quickly dressed and spritzed some perfume on my neck before descending the stairs and meeting my new friend for the first time. He stepped into the kitchen, looking very nervous. Nate was shorter than I expected, but still an inch or two taller than me. He had a dark scruffy beard and innocent hazel eyes that widened at the sight of me. “Hi,” he stammered. “Hi,” I said back. “It’s, uh, nice to meet you.” “You too.” His gaze was moving from my face, to my chest, down to my legs and back up again. “Wow. You’re even hotter in person.” “Thanks.” I smiled brightly and took his hand. “Let’s get comfortable.” I led him into my living room and he sat down on the sofa. I was very horny and wet with anticipation. I couldn’t help glancing down at his crotch, wanting to see if he felt the same way. “Let’s see what’s underneath,” he said as he slipped his hands under my camisole, tugging it up over my head. I then shimmied out of my tiny shorts. I stood before him in my new matching bra and panties: a lacy black push-up bra with turquoise trim and a thong with garters. The small band of fabric on the thong barely covered my ass. His eyes and cock bulged. I did a little mecidiyeköy escort twirl in front of him, letting him squeeze my butt as he ogled me. “My wife would never wear anything like this. She says lingerie is for sluts.” I laughed and rolled my eyes, “Well, I am a slut.” “Yes, you’re my little slut.” My insides fluttered; no man had ever called me his slut. I quickly and eagerly knelt between his knees. I rested my hand on his leg for a moment, my eyes asking for permission. When he gave the go-ahead, I moved my hand closer and closer to his package. I nimbly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers. His cock sprang to life; I’d only seen it in pictures, but it was more impressive in the flesh. It was average in length but thick, and curved slightly upward. I couldn’t help thinking how I’d heard that curved cocks more easily stimulated the g-spot. I wanted to tempt and tease him, slowly lick the head of his cock and then trail my tongue down to the base, and back up, but he had something else in mind. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my mouth onto his member. He shoved it deep into my mouth, bringing tears to my eyes. Nate had told me how his wife almost never put out, let alone gave head. I’d bragged about my blowjob skills and had to prove myself, I was going to give him the best blowjob he’d ever had. He thrust into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I sucked hard on his cock and made sure to use lots of tongue. He held me down, not letting me take a breath. All I could do was continue to suck his cock and make him happy. He pushed and pulled me onto him. By now the tears were streaking down my face. I’m sure it was an erotic view. My lips slipped and slid over his cock. All the while he was grunting and panting like he’d never experienced this much pleasure before. He fucked my mouth with ferocity. I felt him pulsing and throbbing, and knew he was about to explode. Soon the hot ropes of cum were shooting down my throat. They seemed never-ending. His fingers were still knotted in my hair, holding my head in place. The last drops of his cum leaked into mouth and I swallowed it all. His wife never swallowed. He removed his organ from my mouth and sunk back on the couch in a daze. He had a dreamy, satisfied look on his face. I knew I’d done well, better than his wife ever could or would. I smiled at the thought. “So?” I nudged him. “Did you like it?” “That… was… awesome,” he panted between each word.I let him revel in his post-orgasm delight as I reveled in the satisfaction of a job well done. But the job was not finished. When he came back to earth, he was ready to pleasure me. He turned towards me. I slyly spread my legs for him, giving him a full view of my plump pussy lips that were sprinkled with wetness. He parted them with his fingers, nudging my clitoris. His thumb moved in small circles on my clit as his finger pushed into me and found my g-spot.
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