Straight Male / 58
Dinner Invitation
I've sat on this experience for many years, but for some reason want to confess it now.
I was a very shy sexually inexperienced person in my adolescence. I played sports and was ok looking, but being rather poor and uncomfortable about that, I didn't have many girlfriends or sexual experiences.
After my first year of college I had a family hardship, my parents were divorced and my mother who was raising my sister had to go to rehab for a few months. I took a year off of school, which I was paying for myself, to take care of my younger sister while my mother was away. I moved into their condo they were renting and found a few local jobs to hopefully make this year financially benefitting for my college costs going forward.
A few weeks into this situation, I met a woman who lived across the parking lot from me and struck up a friendship with her and her husband, often joining them for dinner or a beer watching sports at their place, they were both extremely nice to me and I enjoyed being around them greatly. They were financially stable with the husband being an executive for a company and the wife a former ballet dancer.
One evening I was invited over for dinner by the wife while I was outside. It was just a casual invitation like usual, so I thought nothing of it. When I arrived that evening, the husband wasn't home, and it was just the wife with lighting darkened and a nice candlelit dinner made. I immediately felt uneasy since I knew what this was going to be, and I liked this woman's husband. I tried to keep things on the up and up, but she was dressed in a long white linen type robe, which was see thru when the light was behind her. She had retired from dancing but was still thin and fit from dancing.
After dinner she suggested we watch a movie and sat directly next to me and really against me. I had only had sex once by this time and I was 19 years old, and she was in her mid 30s. She kept casually touching my thigh as we watched the movie, and she kind of kept moving her hand closer to my crotch each time. I was getting harder and harder and I couldn't help stealing glances at her braless breast resting against my arm in the sheer fabric of the robe. I felt bad and made an excuse that I had to work early in the am and it was getting late but she pleaded for me to stay for the rest of the movie. I stayed and she shortly after laid her head on my shoulder and slid her soft warm hand into my pants and grasped my swollen shaft. I knew it was too late, and she removed her robe and took off my shirt and unbuckled my pants and undressed me. She then straddled me facing me and began kissing my neck and sliding her warm pussy against my hard swollen shaft. She got up and grabbed me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. When I looked down, I had precum pouring out of my swollen head and down my shaft I was so turned on. We made it to her bed, and she got on top of me and rode me for the first time I ever had really slow, not fumbling around petting or teenage sex. We did it twice before falling asleep and doing it again first thing in the morning.
This continued each time her husband was on a business trip the rest of the fall and spring until I went back to college in a different state. By the time I got back to school I was no longer inexperienced and shy. I was however so guilt ridden that it has bothered me ever since. I once mentioned this to a college friend when I was back at school, and he just laughed and said I was full of shit. I've never talked about it again to anyone and have no idea where she and her husband wound up, or anything.
I was a very shy sexually inexperienced person in my adolescence. I played sports and was ok looking, but being rather poor and uncomfortable about that, I didn't have many girlfriends or sexual experiences.
After my first year of college I had a family hardship, my parents were divorced and my mother who was raising my sister had to go to rehab for a few months. I took a year off of school, which I was paying for myself, to take care of my younger sister while my mother was away. I moved into their condo they were renting and found a few local jobs to hopefully make this year financially benefitting for my college costs going forward.
A few weeks into this situation, I met a woman who lived across the parking lot from me and struck up a friendship with her and her husband, often joining them for dinner or a beer watching sports at their place, they were both extremely nice to me and I enjoyed being around them greatly. They were financially stable with the husband being an executive for a company and the wife a former ballet dancer.
One evening I was invited over for dinner by the wife while I was outside. It was just a casual invitation like usual, so I thought nothing of it. When I arrived that evening, the husband wasn't home, and it was just the wife with lighting darkened and a nice candlelit dinner made. I immediately felt uneasy since I knew what this was going to be, and I liked this woman's husband. I tried to keep things on the up and up, but she was dressed in a long white linen type robe, which was see thru when the light was behind her. She had retired from dancing but was still thin and fit from dancing.
After dinner she suggested we watch a movie and sat directly next to me and really against me. I had only had sex once by this time and I was 19 years old, and she was in her mid 30s. She kept casually touching my thigh as we watched the movie, and she kind of kept moving her hand closer to my crotch each time. I was getting harder and harder and I couldn't help stealing glances at her braless breast resting against my arm in the sheer fabric of the robe. I felt bad and made an excuse that I had to work early in the am and it was getting late but she pleaded for me to stay for the rest of the movie. I stayed and she shortly after laid her head on my shoulder and slid her soft warm hand into my pants and grasped my swollen shaft. I knew it was too late, and she removed her robe and took off my shirt and unbuckled my pants and undressed me. She then straddled me facing me and began kissing my neck and sliding her warm pussy against my hard swollen shaft. She got up and grabbed me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. When I looked down, I had precum pouring out of my swollen head and down my shaft I was so turned on. We made it to her bed, and she got on top of me and rode me for the first time I ever had really slow, not fumbling around petting or teenage sex. We did it twice before falling asleep and doing it again first thing in the morning.
This continued each time her husband was on a business trip the rest of the fall and spring until I went back to college in a different state. By the time I got back to school I was no longer inexperienced and shy. I was however so guilt ridden that it has bothered me ever since. I once mentioned this to a college friend when I was back at school, and he just laughed and said I was full of shit. I've never talked about it again to anyone and have no idea where she and her husband wound up, or anything.
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