Straight Female / 32
How I Met My Husband
I met him when I was 18, one month after graduation, at a 3 day music fest. He was 35. He was really attractive and charming. Nice build, stood over 6’, dark hair, hairy chest, but like that really short hair that looks so sexy on guys and he had like a beer belly, but not fat cuz it was firm…you know what I mean?Meanwhile I was 5’3, long blond hair, which if pics from the time are any indication I was sporting that layered, wet disheveled look, tho that could be from any activity or weather, tbh. I’m currently 42E-24-35 all natural but I keep in shape. Back then, I was basically a stick with a sack of potatoes on it. I think I weighed like maybe 130 max then?
We met on the second day by a refreshment tent and kind of hit it off. He was very flirty and I’d always been kinda a horny gal and was liking the attention, so when he asked if I wanted to go to his camper and hang out, I said sure. I was super nervous, but kinda ready for things to happen.
He flirted heavily, commenting how pretty I was and we were sitting on the edge of the bed in the camper and I leaned over and lightly kissed him, just to see. He reciprocated and I slid my hand over his pants and felt something large. I jumped back asking what the hell is that? He smiled and asked if I wanted to see it. I nodded, biting my lip. He leaned back, undoing his pants, pulling down his boxer briefs, and showed me the thickest cock I’ve ever seen. No lie, while soft it hung easily 8 inches, but was thick as my arm and just looked like, this sounds funny, but it looked like a grain silo. Perfectly straight, round, going right into the tip with a couple prominent veins along it. It was like someone turned a faucet on in my panties.
I asked if I could touch it and he said I could do whatever. So I started stroking it. I told him it was so big and that I’d never seen one so big. He told me he gets that a lot but women were scared of it so he hasn’t had anyone else get him off in a long while. Since I was sitting next to him and he was leaning back on his elbows, I started double fisting him, slowly stroking, twisting, having fun, telling him I’ll help him with that beast as much as he wants. Except when I’m dirty talking I tend to sound like a kid, not sure why I default to that, and he’s the only guy so far I called daddy.
I played with that monster for nearly 20minutes when I noticed his eyes were closed, he was breathing heavy, and I asked “Are you going to cum, daddy?” Only I didn’t get it all out before he tilted his back and moaned loudly. My eyes widened when I saw the thick glob of cum shoot straight up. It shot like that three or four times, but flowed out like a volcano in between squirts. My hands were covered as were his pants, shirt, etc.
“Shoulda did that on your tits,” he laughed. “Or in my mouth,” I muttered.
He asked if I wanted to get cleaned up and head out to the festival. “Fuck the festival”, I said. “I want to play with that some more!” I pointed as his spent but still large and thick cock, still dripping the last bits of cum.
That was the weekend I met my husband. Well, now ex. I’ll gladly tell you more about that weekend and our life together if anyone likes. Figured this would be a nice tease and though we’ve been separated for a few months and are divorcing, I can’t help but still get excited thinking bout our former sex life.
We met on the second day by a refreshment tent and kind of hit it off. He was very flirty and I’d always been kinda a horny gal and was liking the attention, so when he asked if I wanted to go to his camper and hang out, I said sure. I was super nervous, but kinda ready for things to happen.
He flirted heavily, commenting how pretty I was and we were sitting on the edge of the bed in the camper and I leaned over and lightly kissed him, just to see. He reciprocated and I slid my hand over his pants and felt something large. I jumped back asking what the hell is that? He smiled and asked if I wanted to see it. I nodded, biting my lip. He leaned back, undoing his pants, pulling down his boxer briefs, and showed me the thickest cock I’ve ever seen. No lie, while soft it hung easily 8 inches, but was thick as my arm and just looked like, this sounds funny, but it looked like a grain silo. Perfectly straight, round, going right into the tip with a couple prominent veins along it. It was like someone turned a faucet on in my panties.
I asked if I could touch it and he said I could do whatever. So I started stroking it. I told him it was so big and that I’d never seen one so big. He told me he gets that a lot but women were scared of it so he hasn’t had anyone else get him off in a long while. Since I was sitting next to him and he was leaning back on his elbows, I started double fisting him, slowly stroking, twisting, having fun, telling him I’ll help him with that beast as much as he wants. Except when I’m dirty talking I tend to sound like a kid, not sure why I default to that, and he’s the only guy so far I called daddy.
I played with that monster for nearly 20minutes when I noticed his eyes were closed, he was breathing heavy, and I asked “Are you going to cum, daddy?” Only I didn’t get it all out before he tilted his back and moaned loudly. My eyes widened when I saw the thick glob of cum shoot straight up. It shot like that three or four times, but flowed out like a volcano in between squirts. My hands were covered as were his pants, shirt, etc.
“Shoulda did that on your tits,” he laughed. “Or in my mouth,” I muttered.
He asked if I wanted to get cleaned up and head out to the festival. “Fuck the festival”, I said. “I want to play with that some more!” I pointed as his spent but still large and thick cock, still dripping the last bits of cum.
That was the weekend I met my husband. Well, now ex. I’ll gladly tell you more about that weekend and our life together if anyone likes. Figured this would be a nice tease and though we’ve been separated for a few months and are divorcing, I can’t help but still get excited thinking bout our former sex life.
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