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This happened many years ago. I changed the name to protect the identity of the woman. You are reading this on the internet so you know it is 100% real.

I am constantly horny. It is my natural state. Nothing feels better to me than busting a nut. I have cum every single day for the last 30 years. Likely my streak is even longer. Most days I nut more than once. I have focused on the quantity of sex and not the quantity of partners. I try to discover women with a sex drive similar to my own.

Funnily enough I found myself in a sexless marriage. I didn’t do the right thing. Judge me if you want. I don’t care. I had fun. I did what I needed to do. I would do it again.

The story begins…

I found myself browsing Craigslist most days. I would look for sale items, vehicles, yard sales and I would read the personals section. I mostly read the personals because I found them humorous. I must admit that some of them really got me turned on. People are freaks! Anyway I worked up enough courage to respond to a few. I figured it would go no where and that was almost at all times the case. Any F4M ad probably had 10,000 sausages responding. I was at all times surprised when I got a response. It was rare and never seemed to go anywhere.

There was an ad from a married woman who was looking to discover a “friend” to chat and hang out with. I decided to respond. I let her know I was looking for a friend too. I got hard at the wondered. I figured it would go no where but I enjoyed the risk of responding. I hardly ever heard back from my responses even though I tried to make them interesting. The message going into a black hole to never return was expected. It didn’t diminish my fun at all. One day I did get a response. My fake Yahoo! email profile had a message. It was from the woman–at least I suspected it was a real woman. This is the internet so you never really know at first.

We exchanged emails for weeks. I used this correspondence to pass the time. We talked about music, interests, life, sports, complained about our spouses, work, etc. I wondered we would mostly just be email pen pals and we were. The email conversations resulted in a migration to KIK. A messenger app was much more fun than email. I had to delete and install it daily. This was my attempt at being incognito! We decided we would chat while we were at work. Obviously our jobs got in the way, but it was nice to get fast responses at times or see the typing happening on the other end.

The messenger app also worked out good because it allowed for a bit more innuendo to enter the conversation. Most of the time the conversation was vanilla but every once in a while it would turn sexual. One day I was so hot and bothered I had to masturbate in my car on lunch. This is not ordinary behavior and it was very hard to even discover a spot within the crowded city to pull this off (hahaha).

We at all times talked about meeting up but it just never seemed to happen. For busy adults there are very few windows to meet up in. After a few months of conversation we decided that we would actually meet. Both of us were very nervous and cautious given our situations. We decided to have a phone conversation for the first time. This was to act as verification and make sure the conversation flowed. It went well.

Being nervous we decided that we would meet at a park. It was public and busy. We wondered it would be safe. We had only described one another with words. Honestly I wondered she would end up being a porker and not match her description at all. Turns out, she was spot on. We both accurately described ourselves.

I knew I was in trouble the first time I laid eyes on Sarah. She was about 5’10”, brunette, gorgeous, slim and had gigantic tits. She also dressed somewhat slutty. She had a plunging neckline and a very short skirt. She worked in insurance and I think that helped with sales. She was sitting on a park bench. I joined her and we had a nice conversation. The words flowed like a river. 30 minutes went super fast. We each had to get back to work. I wasn’t sure if I would ever see her again so as we walked to her van I made a move and kissed her. She was nothing but smiles after that. She said we need to do that again soon. We parted methods. I had to fast walk back to my truck in an attempt to have my growing erection go undetected.

The messages continued and they did get a little heavier after meeting in person. We were both very attracted to one another. While they stayed interesting they did also turn sexual more frequently. There were questions that had to be answered. Have you ever done this before? How many partners have you had? What is your favorite position? Are you clean? Send me a picture!

There was a lot of attraction at a lot of levels. We were both unsatisfied and had needs. Physical needs and mental needs. We decided we would like to do more than just chat, but it never really worked out. We were both super busy, had jobs, had obligations and it wasn’t exactly like we were in international waters or anything.

We hatched so many plans that just didn’t work at all. It was seeming like we could continue to be friends but nothing more would happen. I think we both enjoyed talking so much that this was an okay outcome. Just when we were starting to settle a batshit crazy plan started to form. I actually wondered it was some sort of shakedown or something. I am not even sure why I went through with it. It was so shady, but I had needs. And after months of conversing I wondered I could trust her. But could I?

The plan. She had the code to her bosses home. We would meet at Starbucks near her office and then head to her bosses house. This would not be out of the normal because she often babysat. The neighbors were familiar with her and her van. I was like I might die. This sounds sketch as fuck. Needs. Fucking needs. I decided I would do it. It was gloriously crazy.

I went through with it. Meeting at Starbucks was no issue. I left my vehicle. This is where the butterflies started. I got in her van and we drove away. We pulled into a nice subdivision. Pulled into her bosses driveway. Entered the garage code and then pulled into the garage. The garage door then closed (she had an opener). This is where I wondered I might die, get beat to death, shaked down for money, blackmailed, etc. None of that happened. The house was empty. It was a nice suburban home. Exactly what you would expect of someone who managed a team of insurance agents.

We made our way into the house. Then we made our way into a spare bedroom. We started making out immediately. The desire was strong. We had exchanged messages about what we may or may not do, but that was all out the window as soon as our lips met. We made out passionately. She was so hot. As we made out we started to disrobe one another. I was certain that I would be in there like swimwear. I was glad that I had purchased some rubbers. As much as I love to go raw I didn’t need additional risks. We had agreed that condoms were a must.

Before I knew what had happened I was down to my boxer briefs and she had nothing but her bra and panties on. She was wearing a purple thong and a black and purple lacy bra. I love asses so I was thrilled to finally be squeezing her tight buns while we continued to make out. My cock was getting rock hard and was tenting my boxer briefs. I knew she could feel it and she started to caress the outline of it. It felt so good being touched. These were definitely international waters. I was so turned on by the risk of this whole adventure.

I wanted to take things slow, but we had to be in somewhat of a hurry. I also knew I was dying to see her fully naked. I fumbled around with her bra for a bit, because nerves, but then got the clasp undone. I pulled her bra off and out popped her gigantic tits with perfectly sized areolas. Even though I am an ass man I new I needed to have those nipples in my mouth. I started to feel them up while moving my kissing from her lips to her neck. I made my way down to her breasts and went to town. She liked having her tits played with. Her moans got a little bit louder. From our conversations I knew she liked having her nipples pinched. I didn’t squeeze like a vice grip but I made sure to squeeze and twist whichever wasn’t in my mouth. She loved it, but this couldn’t go on forever. I needed that hand for other things.

While sucking on her tits I used my left hand to rub her pussy through her panties. She was reacting to the touches and I could tell that she was soaking wet. Apparently I was not the only one looking forward to this. I took my opportunity and slid her panties off as well. I made sure to toss them near my hoodie. I was hoping to keep those…

We had talked all this game about our oral skills, but the passion prevented it. I knew I needed to taste her but that would have to wait. Once her panties were off we went back to making out. I had open access to her slit and she was wet. I used her wetness to rub my fingers over her clit. Her moans were sending the signal of pleasure and I could tell she was enjoying this treatment. Apparently her husband lost interest in pleasuring her via foreplay so this was something she didn’t normally get at home.

This went on for about 10 minutes before she started to pout. She said it wasn’t fair that she was naked and I was not. Sarah was right and I knew exactly what to do. I rolled off her and stood up next to the bed. She gave a a smile and her eyes widened. I pulled down my boxer briefs and let my hard cock spring out. My cock is not porn star gigantic or anything. I would describe it as average. It is cut, about 6.5 inches and thicker than most. Her smile got wider and she looked so pretty when she smiled.

Based on our conversations I new my dick was bigger than her husbands. She wondered he was about 5 inches fully erect. I think she was looking forward to being stretched a little bit more than ordinary. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. I took the opportunity to pull out a condom and roll it on. I wanted her to suck it but excitement got the best of me. I hopped back onto the bed, nestled myself between her legs and started rubbing my hard cock up and down her slit.

This was the point of no return. I pushed my cock in. She felt so tight and so wet. I went balls deep and the make out session returned. Much like my cock the kissing got harder too. We were really sucking each other’s faces. The pleasure was unreal. While we continued to make out I thrusted in and out of her. Sexually I get as much pleasure out of pleasing a woman as I do about pleasing myself. Having an average size dick has at all times given me the motivation to try harder. So as I passionately thrusted I made sure to press myself against her clit. At the same time I do an upward rolling motion to try and maximize the contact.

You never know how sex is gonna go until you begin it. I had thought if she would take long to cum, not cum at all (unacceptable) or cum easily. I had warmed her up pretty good so I wondered she might cum quicker than ordinary from penetration. I was right. I could feel her tensing up. Even though I was trying to maximize the attention her clit she needed a bit more. She kept pushing her hands down my back to my ass and pulling me into her. I was going at a good pace but sensing she was about to cum I picked up my thrusting a bit. After about 30 seconds of increased speed the kissing stopped. She turned her head to the size, bit her lower lip, pinched her nipples and started to cum.

It sounded like a good one and later on I was able to confirm this was indeed the case. I kept working my magic for the next 15 minutes or so. If you have ever had good sex you know how difficult it is to judge the time, so I could be off by a few minutes either way. Sarah needed pleasure in her life. It had been a while since she got off. I wondered I got her twice, but later on she said she came 3 times. Her ability to cum multiple times was clearly a reason she had a high sex drive. With the right partner that is a lot of pleasure. I was hoping she could leave her bullet behind.

Missionary is my favorite positions for getting a woman off but not my favorite position for cumming. It is especially difficult for me to cum from missionary while wearing a condom. The desensitization gives me too much staying power. I was certain Sarah got off and I needed too cum also. I told her to turn over. She knew just want to do. Once she was on her knee’s I positioned myself behind her. I looked down at her tight ass and got my first look at her almond as I used my hand to spread her ass cheeks aside. I put my dick at the entrance to her pussy and pushed in. I wondered to myself that someday I would have that ass too!

I grabbed hold of her hips and started to slide myself in and out. I went for full thrusts going balls deep each time. I knew she was a good girl because she reached her right hand back and started massaging my balls as I fucked her doggy. She was so sexy. I could feel my mind getting into the zone where I could cum. She was soaking wet, I was behind her, she was playing with my balls and I was extremely turned on. I could tell she wanted to pleasure me too. She must do Kegels because she started squeezing with her pussy. It was sooooo tight and the squeezing set me off. I started to cum. It felt so good. I kept thrusting until I was finished. Then I pulled out and collapsed next to Sarah.

I was spent. My mind was racing. We kissed some more and then knew that we had to go. I didn’t want things to end there. We knew something had to change. We couldn’t use her bosses house again but we would have to do it again. We started to get dressed. I asked her if she needed her panties. She smiled and said I could keep them. I put them in my hoodie pocket with the condom wrapper and the condom filled with my cum–not my proudest accomplishment and should have brought a baggie. Since she had on such a short skirt and was now going commando I thought if anyone else would see her pussy that day. I was unwilling to give up my prize and the wondered of her being exposed turned me on!

We got in her van and drove back to my vehicle. The ride was filled with excitement, smiles and a willingness to make this happen again. We might have felt guilty if it wasn’t so good. It turns out we just needed more of one another. She pulled up next to my car. I said I should be going. She gave me a pouty face. I gave her a kiss and slipped my hand into her skirt to rub her clit one more time before we parted methods. She smiled and said chat me later.

I am not sure if fucking a man you met on the internet fully qualifies you as a slut–even if you are married. There is more to this story…

NSFW: yes

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