1. True Stories: My First Time as the Other Guy


    Date: 10/6/2015, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Author: swingerjoe, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    of the bed. “Just lie back and I’ll take care of you.” I lay on my back, and Linda positioned herself between my legs, taking my now-completely-deflated cock into her mouth. A few swirls of her talented tongue, and strokes with her mouth and hand, soon had me at full attention once more. She mounted me in “cowboy” style, and inserted me into her still-soaking-wet pussy. She placed her hands on my chest and slowly and methodically gyrated her hips. She alternated gyrating in circles, bucking in a back-and-forth motion, and rising and falling onto my cock. She was a truly gifted cowgirl. This slow and deliberate (and quiet) fucking continued for quite some time until, eventually, I couldn’t take any more. I had to fuck this woman hard and fast. I grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her onto her back. This time, I positioned her sideways on the bed, so that her headboard wouldn’t bump against the wall. I spread her legs as wide as possible, and slid my cock into her to the hilt. She emitted a soft moan, and I covered her mouth with my own and slammed into her once more. I wrapped one hand around her shoulders to hold her in place. With the other, I held her thigh high and wide, giving me the perfect angle to enter her while brushing up against her G-spot. I pounded her hard and fast until I could feel the pressure build. “Cum inside me,” she whispered. Who was I to deny such a request? I suppressed a moan as I ...
    filled her pussy with my hot cum. Again and again, I felt the intense release of fluid escape from my swollen cock in wave after pleasurable wave. It was such an intense experience that I felt light-headed. I collapsed beside her, allowing my fluid to seep from her well-used pussy onto her bed sheets. I took a few minutes to recover before I dressed and thanked her for an amazing time. I asked her to check the hallway before I kissed her and scampered out the door to my car. I never did see Bob again that evening. My understanding is that he spent that time in the basement below, listening to the sound of his bed springs creaking. I met with Bob and Linda several more times over the next few months. Sometimes, we would simply meet at a bar and go our separate ways. Other times, they would invite me back to their place, and we would repeat the events of that first night – but without the intruding mother. Eventually, their schedule changed, and our encounters grew further and further apart until they faded to an end, as most relationships tend to do. My first step outside of my marriage, without Rachel by my side, was certainly a memorable one. I am glad to have had that experience, but I’m also glad that it is behind me. I received a text from Bob not long ago, asking me to get together with them again. Although it was tempting, I had to pass. That particular wild oat has been sown, and there are so many more to harvest.
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