Line Dancing

What started out as a fun night out with the girls turned into the completely unexpected. We went line dancing. At some point in the evening, one of the server girls says this drink came from that guy over there. I turn around and it is my ex husbands father.

Cowboy hat, cowboy boots, blue jeans and a Carhartt shirt - this man was everyone’s crush. I walked over to him and thanked him for the drink. We started talking and he went full court press on me. One drink led to dancing, dancing led to kissing, kissing led to me saying good night to my girls.

When this man got me to his house, he completely owned my shit. My mind, my soul and my body surrendered completely. He had me in his kitchen, in his living room and his bedroom and we both desired more. We fucked in the shower. Hell, we even fucked in the barn the next morning.

He was dad until he said my name is Dave, not dad. I must have screamed fuck me Dave thirty times. He had one of those dicks that just hung there, big thick shaft and a big hanging sack.

He drove me home the next afternoon and told me to call him anytime I needed a good shagging. As he calls it -shagging me rotten. I call him two times per week at a minimum.