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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My wife was sat in the other room watching TV so I quickly logged onto the site. My contact list showed there was one friend on-line and I saw, with a thrill that it was 'Sexibbw'. With a sense of anticipation I quickly clicked on her icon.
"Hello there  " I typed, then waited.
We had been chatting for about a week and really hit it off. Like me she was married. A lot older, but that didn't matter, the messages she sent always left me feeling horny. We lived in the same town and had talked about meeting up, but so far we hadn't managed to arrange anything.
I looked at the screen, the cursor blinking away...
...then she replied.
We chatted away about sex, of course; our likes and dislikes, what we had done, what we would like to do.
She told me she loved giving oral and used to give her husband a blow job in the morning to wake him up. Sadly, he was on medication and it had effected his libido.
"i really miss a good hard cock" she typed.
"I wish I could help " I replied.
"id like that"
As we chatted I felt my arousal grow and became determined that we should arrange to meet.
"I can't believe how turned on I am." I wrote.
"same here lol." She replied. Then, just as I was writing a reply, another message appeared,"wish you were here."
An idea occurred to me. After all why not?
"Where's hubby?" I typed, my fingers fumbling over the keyboard at the audacity of what I was going to suggest.
"in bed asleep." She wrote back.
"Oh, I was going to suggest I come round." I wrote, disappointed.
"yes, ok."
And there it was. I just looked at the screen, staring at the words. Dare I go through with it? I could feel myself trembling with a mixture of fear, excitement and lust.
A message flashed up on the screen, "you still there?"
"Yes" I replied and we quickly made arrangements, all the time I could feel my heart beating in my chest fit to burst.
She sent me her address details and I was pleased to see she only lived a ten minute drive away. We agreed she would keep an eye out for the car and, when I arrived, she would open the door to me. I was not to knock on the door or ring the bell.
"mustnt make a sound" she typed, "dont wake hubby"
"On my way." I wrote and logged out.
I checked the clock, it was nearly midnight. I needed a plausible excuse for going out at this time of night. I thought for a few moments before going through to the front room.
"Listen, I have to pop out to the cashpoint. I need some money for tomorrow." I told my wife, "I meant to do it earlier but it completely slipped my mind."
"Okay," she replied, giving me a brief smile before returning her attention to the TV, "I might be in bed by the time you get back so try not to wake me."
I gave her a brief peck on the cheek and said goodnight then grabbed the car keys before leaving the house.
Ten minutes later I was outside a terraced house. The thought of what I was going to do terrified me, yet at the same time I was incredibly aroused. As I got out the car and walked towards the door I could feel my legs were like jelly but my cock was already getting hard.
There was a light on in the front downstairs window and I could see a shadowy figure standing behind the net curtains. As I walked up the path the curtain twitched and a few seconds later the door opened.
A curvy figure stood in the doorway, dimly lit by the street lamps. She beckoned me in and I stepped over the doorstep and followed her through to the front room.
She was wrapped in a towelling dressing gown, but I could see that she was a little apple of a woman with a broad waist and brown grey hair. Her eyes and mouth were surrounded with fine laughter lines and, if I had passed her in the street, I wouldn't have looked twice. She smiled and put her finger to her lips, reminded me of nothing more than an indulgent grandma about to give her favourite grandchildren an illicit treat.
She drew the curtains, turned to face me and untied the belt of her dressing gown, letting it fall open. She was plump with small, high breasts, a round belly, and shaved pussy. Her nipples were small and pink like little buds with almost no areola at all.
Again, if I had met her in any other situation I would not have guessed what passions burned inside her. Certainly, if anyone had asked me I would have said, just from her age alone, that she wasn't my type. However, our recent conversations meant that such considerations were far from my mind. She had so seduced me with her chat that all I could see was a hot sexy woman
I closed the gap between us, placed my hands beneath the dressing gown to circle her waist, and our lips met. Her skin was warm and soft, and, as we kissed, I could feel my erection growing. I brought one hand round to cup her breast, massaging the soft flesh, letting my thumb slide over her nipple again, and again.
She broke from the kiss, quickly discarded the robe, and walked over to an easy chair in the corner. Sitting, she beckoned me over and, as I got closer, she grabbed the waist band of my trousers pulling me forward until I was stood between her legs. Without a word she undid my trousers and hurriedly pulled down both trousers and pants until they pooled about my ankles.
My penis sprung up almost completely erect. I was embarrassed to notice that the head glistened with pre cum and I half wondered if she would turn me away in disgust.
However, she took my cock in her hand and, pulling back the foreskin, wrapped her lips around the head. She licked and sucked the glans with every sign of enjoyment while her fingers moved up and down the shaft. When I was fully hard she moved her head forward until I was held completely inside her warm, wet, throat before withdrawing again until only the glans was left in her mouth.
Removing her fingers from me, she circled my ass with both hands, cupping my buttocks and pulling me closer as her mouth continued to move up and down my cock.
I closed my eyes and stifled a sigh, surrendering to the feel of her lips and tongue on me. The sensation was fantastic and I feared I wouldn’t last long if she continued.
However, I needn't have worried.
As if sensing how close I was she withdrew and grinned up at me before producing a condom, presumably from down the side of the chair. She quickly tore open the packet and, removing the thin piece of rubber, deftly rolled it onto my cock before standing and turning. Kneeling in the chair with her ass towards me, she rested her head in her arms and closed her eyes.
Guiding my cock with my hand I moved forward until the head was pressed against the opening of her pussy. I saw, rather than heard, her sigh as I started to enter her.
To my surprise she was incredibly tight. Whether it was the position I don't know, but, rather than the easy entry I had envisaged, I found I had to fight to inch my cock inside her. Despite the condom the sensation was intense, and I began to worry that I would cum long before she reached climax.
Finally, my cock was completely inside her and I began to move slowly back and forth. Pulling out until I had almost left her body before easing myself back in. My hands stroked her buttocks, occasionally parting her cheeks so I could watch my cock entering her body.
As my excitement grew I increased the pace, thrusting in and out. Around us all was silent except for the ticking of a clock, the quiet slap of our flesh meeting and the sound of our breath coming quicker and more ragged as our arousal started to peak.
Suddenly she let out an audible groan and started moving almost frantically against me, pushing her ass backwards to meet my thrusts. She buried her head in her hands and I could hear her trying to stifle the involuntary sounds that were coming from her throat.
I had reached the stage where I could no longer control myself. Grabbing her hips I began thrusting hard and fast, feeling myself getting closer until, with a final thrust, I climaxed.
Moments later I felt her pussy contract almost painfully around my cock as she, too, came too.
For what seemed like an eternity I stood there, hands resting lightly on her hips, moving gently in and out as the orgasmic glow began to recede. When I had arrived I had been a bundle of nerves and erotic tension, now I just felt relaxed and calm.
I could feel my cock starting to get limp so, caressing her buttocks I slowly withdrew.
Suddenly the quiet was broken by the sound of a querulous voice coming down the stairs, "Carol? Carol! You there?"
I went still, my heart in my mouth. With fumbling fingers I quickly stripped off the condom, tied it in a knot and, pulling my trousers up, stuck it in the pocket.
There were sounds of movement from upstairs and the voice came again, "Carol! Where are you?"
Carol calmly got up, pulled on her dressing gown, and went to the door, "Hang on John, I'm coming."
She turned to me, beckoning me to follow her out into the hall.
I followed, my heart beating so loudly I felt sure John would be able to hear it from the bedroom.
Carol turned, put her finger to her lips, then leaned in and give me a brief passionate kiss. Then she carefully opened the front door, disguising the sound by calling up the stairs, "Okay! Just a minute. I'm coming."
I left and the door closed behind me. I glanced quickly over my shoulder, noticing the upstairs bedroom light was on but, to my relief, nobody was string out from behind the curtain. I took a deep breath breath and, trying to calm myself, I walked to the car.
As I drove home my thoughts were in a whorl. I had met, and had sex with, a complete stranger while her husband lay sleeping and we hadn't exchanged a word. The whole thing had been such a powerful cocktail of emotions; lust, fear, pleasure and ecstasy. Even the fear of discovery had added a certain piquancy to the evening. Looking back, I couldn't believe how exciting I had found the experience and could feel myself getting aroused again.
I arrived home, remembering to dispose of the used condom before showering, and slipped into bed beside the sleeping form of my wife. As I lay there, drifting off to sleep, I continued to think about what had happened and wondered if I would meet Carol again.
Author's Note
I based this on a similar story by a fellow 'Lushie' called Stranger Sex (Part 1). I really liked the scenario and thought I would try to write something based on the same premise.
Needless to say it is just a fantasy as I'll freely admit I don't think I could actually go through with it if I was presented with a similar opportunity (but try me, you never know lol). |
