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Men Only
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Straight Male / 55
I Have This Friend With Benefits
I lost my job after an acquisition and took some consulting work to pay the bills. Very different from being paid for your experience and opinion and bring relegated to a compliance effort in the bowels of the building. My only contact a middle aged lady.
Maybe because she was the human in this engagement I became talky, and over polite she listened. The subject matter got personal, a Cali girl, who followed a husband cross country, divorced for a younger woman, she lived alone in an apartment.
My situation was also alone, my wife went to live with her mother, still on the payroll. One thing led to another, a dinner at an overpriced French restaurant. A long talk in the parking lot at her apartment complex, I told her I needed relief and asked if she was available.
She took offense, me wanting to use her. I was honest, I was tired of masturbating, I needed pussy. In return she got laid. No further obligations, hot, sweaty, naked, for personal pleasure.
She agreed almost but didn't want naked, she agreed to bend over the kitchen table, no lights. Use her vagina and leave.
The situation repeated, her vagina, and leave. No conversation. It got boring, I told her I needed tits, and to lay on her body. Nope, all you get is a wet vagina, take it or leave it.
Months went by, my assignment ended. She asked me to dinner, wearing nothing but a flower apron. Baked chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy. After dinner tits out, chocolate cake and ice cream. She set down the rules. No oral on her part. In and out only. No funny business, in and out and get off of her. She agreed to lay out naked, for my visual pleasure and a wet vagina.
It's been a while, it's friends with benefits, she fixes dinner, sometimes naked. Conversation over dinner, otherwise keep my thought to myself, no talking during the in and out period.
Maybe because she was the human in this engagement I became talky, and over polite she listened. The subject matter got personal, a Cali girl, who followed a husband cross country, divorced for a younger woman, she lived alone in an apartment.
My situation was also alone, my wife went to live with her mother, still on the payroll. One thing led to another, a dinner at an overpriced French restaurant. A long talk in the parking lot at her apartment complex, I told her I needed relief and asked if she was available.
She took offense, me wanting to use her. I was honest, I was tired of masturbating, I needed pussy. In return she got laid. No further obligations, hot, sweaty, naked, for personal pleasure.
She agreed almost but didn't want naked, she agreed to bend over the kitchen table, no lights. Use her vagina and leave.
The situation repeated, her vagina, and leave. No conversation. It got boring, I told her I needed tits, and to lay on her body. Nope, all you get is a wet vagina, take it or leave it.
Months went by, my assignment ended. She asked me to dinner, wearing nothing but a flower apron. Baked chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy. After dinner tits out, chocolate cake and ice cream. She set down the rules. No oral on her part. In and out only. No funny business, in and out and get off of her. She agreed to lay out naked, for my visual pleasure and a wet vagina.
It's been a while, it's friends with benefits, she fixes dinner, sometimes naked. Conversation over dinner, otherwise keep my thought to myself, no talking during the in and out period.
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