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By (user no longer on site) OP 39 weeks ago
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I had posted this account under previous profiles. I thought it was time to share it again.
I used to have to travel to London regularly for work. I had been married for 15 years, and I had never been with another man sexually (except a cousin who fingered me in the garden once or twice when I was 14) apart from my husband.
I was on my way home on the underground, returning to Snaresbrook station, where my attention was instantly drawn to a man sitting near me on the other side of the carriage. When I first saw him, I could not keep my eyes off him. I thought he was good-looking (at least to me). I kept looking around the train, each time I returned my gaze to him. I could not stop myself. This went on for a few stops as I imagined all sorts of erotic thoughts. I began to feel myself becoming aroused with a familiar tingle between my legs.
I am not sure how long this went on for, but as I looked around, I found myself returning my gaze to find him looking right back at me, straight into my eyes. He had the darkest, deepest brown eyes. I felt an embarrassing shock as our eyes met, and I instantly looked away, feeling myself blush at being caught. I waited and slowly looked back to find him staring right into my eyes. I looked away again and wondered what to do next. He must have been about 28, and I was 36. I have always looked younger than my actual age. I was wearing a dark trouser suit, a dark blouse and heels. I always wear what I consider to be attractive underwear, and today I was wearing a dark one-piece bodysuit. Bodysuits are my favourite.
I am quite shy and reserved in real life. I looked back again. He had not moved, and he was still staring straight at me. I looked into his eyes and held them. We both just sat staring. Thoughts raced through my head. I tried to plan what to say if he spoke, to answer confidently.
I was getting closer to Snaresbrook, and we had not taken our eyes off each other. Time was slipping by, yet I could not look away. It became a dare.
The next stop was Snaresbrook, my stop. I broke away and stood up. He did the same. I got up and went to the door. He got up and stood next to me at the exit. I lost my nerve and did not look at him. The train stopped and we both stepped off.
He must have turned his face toward me and said, “Hello, my name is Darren. Would you like a drink?”. Without thinking, I just looked at him and said yes. Immediately, I felt excited and nervous. He walked me to my car, where I dropped off my stuff, and we walked out onto Wanstead High Street to the Eagle pub at the bottom of Snaresbrook Road.
We sat and chatted about the normal stuff people talk about, and then came the obvious question he wanted to ask: “So you’re not happy in your marriage, then?” I had forgotten about my wedding ring. I replied that I was “happy” and laughed. He smiled. I didn't want to be drawn into long explanations.
As we chatted, my desire was becoming stronger, and after an hour, I felt I could trust him. We walked back to my car with his arm around my waist, dropping his hand down to my arse to stroke it. I found this confidence amazingly sensual, and the feel of his hand on me, where only my husband had ever touched me, aroused me even more. I was breathing harder and faster than normal. Arriving at my car, he dropped both his hands to my waist and pushed me back against the boot, and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, kissing me, which I returned to him as we licked and sucked on each other. As I was doing this, I became aware of a large bulge which I began to feel through my clothes pushing against the lower part of my tummy. I dropped the back of my hand down and casually felt his erect cock through his suit trousers, pointing upwards toward his belt.
We got into my car, and Darren carried on kissing. He had his hand on my thigh and was stroking me, slowly moving up to my crotch as we kissed. His confidence was such a turn-on. I get wet, very wet, very quickly! I felt my pussy was soaking wet, and I was panting. I could sense the wetness soaking through my trousers, and so obviously could he. I guess he thought he had permission to go further. He was, of course, quite right.
Darren reached my crotch and told me that he could feel how wet I was, and he wondered what it would feel like to touch me. I nodded yes. I was unable to move; the pleasure and electricity that were running through me were overpowering, and the feeling as he pushed against my trousers onto my clit made me breathe in sharply, something he could not have failed to have noticed. I was giving him positive signals that I wanted more and not to stop. He reached the top of my trousers, undid the button and slid down the zip. Then, with the flat of his hand against my tummy, he slid his hand down to my very wet vagina.
I was completely helpless, and as he got to my pubic bone, I instinctively pushed up against his hand to meet the fingers heading to my clit, panting hard.
As he reached the top of my clit I took hold of his hand, but he knew just how to play me. Skilfully, he undid the push fasteners on the crutch of my bodysuit, and my vagina was free for his hand to explore as I opened my legs wider for him. His fingers slid over my sensitive, wet clit, and I felt it harden to his touch. I then felt him insert two fingers into me, and he then curled his fingers to rest just inside me behind the wall of my clit where he began to rub with his thumb. I moaned positively.
His thumb was resting and pushing directly on my clit. It was heaven. This was happening fast, and I started to cum. I cum very easily. My legs were shaking, and my hips were thrusting backwards and forward. I wasn’t aware I was doing it; my sexual instinct took over.
My orgasm happened fast and loud. I was pretty vocal. I was having a strange feeling like I wanted to wet myself, but I couldn’t stop him from doing what he was to me. As I started to cum he quietly said, “Do not hold the noise in, let it go,” and it felt like something snapped.
I gave out a loud moan, panting fast and shouted “Fucking hell, oh fuck” and without knowing, I am not sure why or how, but I just lost control of my bladder and started to pee. I managed to stop, but not before I had soaked my clothes and his hand. I felt the warmth spread over the bottom of my trousers. I was at the end of my orgasm and a bit confused; this had never happened before, and I apologised.
He leaned in and told me, "That was amazing" I then felt his tongue in my mouth. The feeling of being completely overpowered and helpless (from my point of view) was the most wonderful sexual feeling that I have ever felt. With my husband, I’m safe, but this was different. I had given myself to this man in a very new way. It was deeply intimate and something new. It was so naughty.
Darren invited me back to his place in South Woodford, which was just up the road, to get cleaned up. I knew that was not what I had agreed to. I was not going to say no at this stage. I was in a mess and was still hungry for this young man. I was not nearly satisfied, and neither was he. I sorted myself out and he directed me to a smart block of flats. We got out and walked up a flight of stairs to his front door, and I walked into the hallway.
Darren was behind me, and I heard the door shut. I was stopped in my tracks by two strong arms which pushed me against the wall. I felt him push his body into mine from behind and felt that large bulge pushing between my arse. My first instinct was fear, but then immediate arousal as my neck was kissed and sucked. My knees felt weak, and he began to kiss my ear, something I normally don’t like, but with him, I liked it. I felt him pulling at his trousers and then pulling them down. I waited as he kicked off his shoes, as I was pinned to the wall. He undid my wet trousers and pulled them down, and then pulled up my still-undone bodysuit. He then obviously pulled down his pants, and his cock sprang out. I felt something large and hard hit my back as his cock slapped against me.
I wanted to touch it. I reached around and discovered a thick, hard cock. He was much bigger than my husband. A cliché I know, but he was easily over eight inches. My husband is under 6. I felt worried and curious as to whether it would hurt as he entered me. I had read cocks of a certain size can cause pain. I told him he would need to be gentle with me.
I reached around and touched the tip, which was wet with pre cum. I oddly thought about the staining it would make on my clothes. Go figure. I paused, not knowing what to do, but Darren decided for me. I let go of him and felt the heat of his cock touch my back and the warmth of his wet tip as he traced himself over me. I was breathing hard and fast and trembling.
I kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my trousers, then kicked them away, opened my legs apart and pushed my bottom back. I then felt Darren reach down and felt him feed his cock through my legs. He let it go, and it sprang up and hit me on my pussy. I reached down and touched him again. It was still wet with pre-cum. I rubbed my right hand over his bell end, which filled my hand. It was smooth and slippery. As I massaged it, he gave out soft moans.
I’m quite sensual, and I let my feelings take me over. My hand was wet from him, I let his cock go and rubbed my hand over my pussy as I needed to have him on me. I then lifted my hand to my face and could smell him. I then tasted my fingers, which heightened my arousal. Darren turned me around to face him and pushed himself against me, pinning me to the wall. He took my hand and licked it all over with his tongue (I guess he saw what I did, and he liked it) and then kissed me, deeply and passionately. I was aware of his cock pushing up against me between my legs. It felt so strong, I was overawed by its power and scared. In a good way!
After a few minutes of passionate kissing, he led me into his bedroom.
He stood me by the bottom of his bed whilst staring straight into me with his perfect brown eyes. He slid off my jacket and blouse and lifted my lingerie over my head. I stood naked before him, and then he returned the favour. I love hairy chests, but Darren was smooth, his only fault. He was fit and toned, and I instinctively started to kiss and lick his chest, and he held me tight against him around my waist. His nipples hardened as my tongue explored him. I knew at that point I wanted to suck his cock. I fell to my knees and stared at it.
He was long and considerably thicker toward the base. I opened my mouth and began to suck on him. He was just as wet as before. My mouth had to stretch open, and it was uncomfortable to open my mouth like this, but I wanted to please him. I took his shaft with both my hands and started to rub along his length. I ran my tongue over the tip of his cock and tasted his pre-cum. It was oozing from him. It felt slippery and sweet on my tongue as I licked. I stared up at him like an adoring puppy. I hungrily swallowed, sucked and rubbed him, and I felt him become like a rock. I looked up again and saw him staring down at me, and thought this was how it all started!
I was not using any form of contraceptive and hoped he would have something. I tried to take more of him in my mouth, but I couldn’t. I moved my hand down to his balls and explored two large testicles. All the time, I was looking into his eyes. I do have big eyes.
I moved my hands down to behind his balls and felt the large vein that fed his cock. With my long nail, I began to stroke it gently back and forth to his arse. He started to fuck my mouth, I felt his cock twitch, and he began to moan. He was thrusting, and I had to hold his shaft to prevent him from choking me. He began to moan with pleasure, and I felt his cum shoot out the tip of his cock onto the back of my mouth. The amount of fluid in my mouth increased. I continued to stroke his hard, throbbing vein with my fingernail, wanting to please my lover. He had dropped his hands to my head and was firmly holding it on his cock. His spunk was spilling from my mouth onto my chest and sliding down to my unprotected vagina.
Waves of spunk were coming from him. My mouth filled up and continued to slide down my chin. I started to panic a bit as I couldn’t breathe and I felt I was choking. He held my head, not letting go and continued to unload the contents of those two balls into my mouth. This went on for about 15 seconds. Not a long time, but when you can’t breathe, it feels like a long time. His strength in making me do this was, strangely, extremely exotic. So girlie. I was totally in his power and would have to do whatever he wanted. He made me feel like a woman, but I was choking, and I began to wretch, staring into his eyes. Darren pulled his spunk-covered cock from my mouth, and I took a deep breath and coughed as spunk shot from my mouth. I felt dizzy and excited as I continued licking his shaft.
He then pulled me up and said how amazing that was and laid me on his bed. His erection had gone down, and he pulled me next to him and he kissed me passionately whilst exploring my long body and legs with his hands. He stroked my breasts. It felt all-consuming, and I wanted him to make love and then fuck me. We had pillow talk for a while and teased each other.
The taste of his spunk in my mouth was fantastic and made my mouth tingle. It was fresh and earthy. The thought passed through my mind that much of his spunk was now inside me, inside my stomach, and all the stickiness over my body felt wonderful. He had made his mark on me, like he was stamping me as his property, and I accepted him eagerly.
I pushed him onto his back and sat on his wet cock and rubbed my pussy up and down against him. I then took him in my hand and began to wank him. Happily, he gained an erection again quickly. His size meant I had to sit up on my knees to allow the tip of his erect cock to be in line with my pussy. He allowed me to play with him, but I knew if the mood took him, he would have total control again, and I would not stop him. I was submissive to him, and that was just the way I wanted it, feeling helpless. That’s the girl in me.
I was panting again, and my knees felt shaky. I knew what was going to happen next. I held that big wet cum covered bell end just off from my clitoris, and then it gently touched me. No contraception, but I didn't want to stop. The morning after pill here I come. He felt so warm and big against me. I was soaking again, very tingly, and my wetness had spread from inside me to all over my labia. I started to ride the length of his cock against me, pulling open my labia lips. Up and down my slit his cock rode. The pleasure that gave me was fantastic, my clit felt so alive, so sensitive and with each short journey along his cock, I began to whimper and pant. I cum easily and without any more warning, I started to climax, feeling my clit throb and my womb contract tight in waves of pleasure. I moved faster against him to heighten my pleasure as he stared smiling at me. He had not even penetrated me, and he had made me cum.
My knees were now wobbly, and my thighs shook. I took his wonderful wet cock and took it to the entrance of my vagina and held it there. It completely covered my entrance. I started to lower myself as I held him against the entrance to me. I felt myself open to him and stretch, but it was uncomfortable and started to hurt as it pulled me open due to his girth. I pulled off and tried again more slowly, but still the same thing, but less uncomfortable. Again, I stopped. It felt good. His cock felt massive to me. I did this another three times and stopped. This was teasing my new young lover, who I could see in his eyes, wanted me badly.
Darren sat up and rolled forward onto me; he was now on top with me on my back and my legs open wide. I felt his wet cock come down on my tummy, leaving wet shiny marks from our juices. He kissed me passionately on the mouth and filled me with his tongue. I was in no doubt he was in charge again.
He reached down with his hand, and I felt him slide his cock down to my clit and then to the entrance of my vagina. He pushed it into me, and I yelped a playful yelp, telling him how big he was, and he stopped. He looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes and said he had to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me. At that, he forced his cock deep into me hard. I yelped louder this time and had to take a deep gasp. He began to fuck me hard. I could feel myself stretch as he pulled out of me and then pushed himself inside me again. The uncomfortable feeling didn’t stop, but I was enjoying it. He muffled my yelps as he stretched me open by kissing me. I had never been so filled. After about 20 to 30 seconds, the stretching eased as I began to accommodate his large cock.
I could now feel an incredibly intense pleasure which I had never felt before, and very quickly I began to cum. I felt dizzy, and the pleasure consumed me.
I was now pushing myself into him. I could feel a dull ache as the tip of his cock hit my womb, but I wanted it. I don’t know how long this lasted, but I felt him begin to twitch, and his cock began to judder as he started to cum. I felt him push hard into me, trying to get deeper. I gasped for breath as he let out loud moans. I told him to fuck me, and he pushed faster and harder into me. He began to ejaculate deep inside me against my cervix. My unprotected womb was covered in his thick sperm. This triggered my orgasm again as I felt his load hit the back of my pussy. My vagina contracted around him to suck his sperm into my body and deep into my womb. I had abandoned any fears of not having any contraception. We were moaning in pleasure together as the passion began to wane. He then carefully pulled out of me and rolled over, exhausted. I sat up to find the contents of what he had just pushed into me starting to drip out.
We lay back down again in his bed with me in his arms. After about 20 minutes, he started to kiss me again, and as he explored my body with his hands, I whispered into his ear that I wanted him to fuck me again, and he got hard really fast. I felt a bit sore. But it felt so good and a lot easier when he penetrated me again. This time, he was pushing into me with long, deep, slow strokes at my request. They are my favourites. He was fucking me for a while, and I had two more intense orgasms, and he then cum inside me again.
We cuddled, kissed and chatted about life for a while. We then had a shower together. This ended up with me sucking his cock and him fingering me to another orgasm and then going down on me for another. Darren wanted to see me again, and although I was very tempted, I did not.
I had the morning-after pill to prevent any accidental pregnancy. I still felt sore the following day. I told my husband, and he was perfectly fine that I had taken him up on the offer of being with another man. I did not ever think it would happen. Just a question of finding the right one I guess. |
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