Straight Female / 41
Trust me I've never done anything like this before, but I honestly don't know and can't say, that I won't do it again.
Like most Saturday mornings my husband traveled over to see his friend and fellow farmer. It's their kind of solution finder, discussion time. And he's usually gone for at least a couple of hours.
Our small farm is positioned along a well known trail, so we often have hikers during the warmer months wanting to use a bathroom facility we've set up. With the facility being there, it means I can sell tea, coffee, sandwiches and cakes to the walkers, to help support our finances. However we seldom get anyone in the winter months.
We did last week.
He knocked on the door not long after my husband left, and asked if he could use the bathroom facility. It was raining, so instead of unlocking everything, I told him he could use our downstairs toilet in the farmhouse. After he'd used the bathroom, I offered him a drink and was making it when I turned to see him re dressing himself. I couldn't help but notice he didn't have any underwear on, and I also help but see just how big his flaccid penis was as he struggled to readjust himself. Looking up at me, he quickly fumbled about and said he was sorry.
I'm not truly sure as to why I said "Don't be sorry, that looked beautiful".
Time and reason seemed to stop at that point. Instead of showing him the door, I showed him upstairs and into our bedroom. Only once in my life have I had sex the way we had last week, and that was when I was in college.
From the moment he practically ripped off my dress and knickers, we had the kind of sex I'd often longed to have again. There was no loving caresses, only rough kissing and frantic moves to reach and feel each others sex. His cock grew extremely large and I found myself devouring it as much as I could. At the same time he'd buried his face into my pussy and arsehole and taking me to my first orgasm. It didn't matter to me I still didn't know his name. It didn't matter to me I was cheating on my husband of nine years. All that mattered was wanting that beautifully thick large cock deep inside my pussy. And wow did I get it.
Firstly missionary, fucking me hard and fast as he leaned backwards. Then he flipped me over and thrust his cock into me from behind, sending me to another orgasm. And on and on he fucked me, pounding my pussy and making me scream with delight. Finally after what seemed like an age, he lay on his back and asked me to fuck him. Taking hold of his slippery cock, I was guiding it up my pussy when he bucked upwards. His cock slipped backwards and I found myself impaled on his cock anally.
It had been years since I'd had anal sex and not with my husband either. It was with an old boyfriend, who I later found out enjoyed fucking guys arseholes too.
His cock bottomed out up my arsehole, and at first I was going to rise up and slide it out. But the more I felt his cock throbbing up my arse, the more comfortable it became and the more we began to move together to begin fucking one another. Slowly at first I moved up and down his cock shaft. Then when my arsehole grew fully accustomed to his cock, I began to fuck him as roughly and hard as he'd earlier fucked me. In a period of around five to ten minutes, I bounced up and down on his stiff thick cock and loved every second of it.
Climaxing a further two times as his upward thrusts became more forceful, he played with my small breasts and with a growing urgency in his moaning, his cock erupted up my arse, making me cry out for him to fill my back passage.
We aly together for a few minutes. His large hands roaming over my slim body and breasts. Then like we'd been lovers for years, he leaned over and we kissed, but kissed with a tenderness that had not been there during our sex.
Half an hour later I was sat in our kitchen, asking myself did I just have the best sex of my life. And my answer was, most definitely yes.
I've taken Scott's mobile number. He tells me he's often walking around the area when he's not in college, and only lives on the other side of the valley in his parents home. The crazy thing, other than fucking a twenty year old, is after finding out his name, I realised I know his parents from my time in college. Well I know his father anyway.
For a geeky looking student type, who enjoys taking photo's of the countryside, Scott certainly knows how to use his impressive cock. But then so did his father.
Like most Saturday mornings my husband traveled over to see his friend and fellow farmer. It's their kind of solution finder, discussion time. And he's usually gone for at least a couple of hours.
Our small farm is positioned along a well known trail, so we often have hikers during the warmer months wanting to use a bathroom facility we've set up. With the facility being there, it means I can sell tea, coffee, sandwiches and cakes to the walkers, to help support our finances. However we seldom get anyone in the winter months.
We did last week.
He knocked on the door not long after my husband left, and asked if he could use the bathroom facility. It was raining, so instead of unlocking everything, I told him he could use our downstairs toilet in the farmhouse. After he'd used the bathroom, I offered him a drink and was making it when I turned to see him re dressing himself. I couldn't help but notice he didn't have any underwear on, and I also help but see just how big his flaccid penis was as he struggled to readjust himself. Looking up at me, he quickly fumbled about and said he was sorry.
I'm not truly sure as to why I said "Don't be sorry, that looked beautiful".
Time and reason seemed to stop at that point. Instead of showing him the door, I showed him upstairs and into our bedroom. Only once in my life have I had sex the way we had last week, and that was when I was in college.
From the moment he practically ripped off my dress and knickers, we had the kind of sex I'd often longed to have again. There was no loving caresses, only rough kissing and frantic moves to reach and feel each others sex. His cock grew extremely large and I found myself devouring it as much as I could. At the same time he'd buried his face into my pussy and arsehole and taking me to my first orgasm. It didn't matter to me I still didn't know his name. It didn't matter to me I was cheating on my husband of nine years. All that mattered was wanting that beautifully thick large cock deep inside my pussy. And wow did I get it.
Firstly missionary, fucking me hard and fast as he leaned backwards. Then he flipped me over and thrust his cock into me from behind, sending me to another orgasm. And on and on he fucked me, pounding my pussy and making me scream with delight. Finally after what seemed like an age, he lay on his back and asked me to fuck him. Taking hold of his slippery cock, I was guiding it up my pussy when he bucked upwards. His cock slipped backwards and I found myself impaled on his cock anally.
It had been years since I'd had anal sex and not with my husband either. It was with an old boyfriend, who I later found out enjoyed fucking guys arseholes too.
His cock bottomed out up my arsehole, and at first I was going to rise up and slide it out. But the more I felt his cock throbbing up my arse, the more comfortable it became and the more we began to move together to begin fucking one another. Slowly at first I moved up and down his cock shaft. Then when my arsehole grew fully accustomed to his cock, I began to fuck him as roughly and hard as he'd earlier fucked me. In a period of around five to ten minutes, I bounced up and down on his stiff thick cock and loved every second of it.
Climaxing a further two times as his upward thrusts became more forceful, he played with my small breasts and with a growing urgency in his moaning, his cock erupted up my arse, making me cry out for him to fill my back passage.
We aly together for a few minutes. His large hands roaming over my slim body and breasts. Then like we'd been lovers for years, he leaned over and we kissed, but kissed with a tenderness that had not been there during our sex.
Half an hour later I was sat in our kitchen, asking myself did I just have the best sex of my life. And my answer was, most definitely yes.
I've taken Scott's mobile number. He tells me he's often walking around the area when he's not in college, and only lives on the other side of the valley in his parents home. The crazy thing, other than fucking a twenty year old, is after finding out his name, I realised I know his parents from my time in college. Well I know his father anyway.
For a geeky looking student type, who enjoys taking photo's of the countryside, Scott certainly knows how to use his impressive cock. But then so did his father.
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