Straight Male / 27
Winners And Losers
I've been fucking Naomi for 2 years now. She's a hot 36-year-old brunette with a fit body. Last January she left her husband and filed for divorce. We're casual but not exclusive, but this weekend something hot happened.
I played my usual Sunday soccer game with some friends and Naomi came along to watch. She looked great as usual, wearing a tight crop top polo and torn jean shorts.
What was unexpected was her ex-husband and kid showing up at the same park to watch a softball game on the next field. I was in the middle of playing when I saw them on the sideline talking to her, and I knew it could be trouble because her ex doesn't know about us.
When I finished I went over to her and could immediately tell she was upset. Turns out her ex gave her shit for "dressing slutty" while also getting suspicious over which one of us playing soccer she was with. I told her that no guy should dictate to women what they wear, and tried to get her to forget about it.
However, when we went to a bar after for a drink I could tell she was in a text conversation with him. She was clearly annoyed. Then, when he called, she answered and they argued for a few minutes.
I suggested we go back to my place, and when we got there her phone rang again. It was her ex again. This time I grabbed it off the counter and answered it myself. Naomi was waving her hands trying to stop me.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked him.
"You," he said.
"That's too bad you fat fuck. Leave us alone, we're busy," I said before hanging up and dropping the phone.
Naomi was pissed, asking me why I did it. I told her she shouldn't be wasting her time trying to justify anything to her loser ex.
"He's obviously jealous of you," she said.
Turned on, I moved in and began kissing her and rubbing her abs. "So what, there's winners and losers," I said.
I could sense her anger instantly melting away, and she quickly reached into my shorts and began stroking my hardening cock. "I guess you're the winner then," she gasped as I reached into her shorts and started fingering her.
Just like that, I perched her on one of the kitchen counter stools and pulled her shorts and panties off. "Fuck me right now!" she demanded.
She talked dirty as stood in front of her and slid in. "You're so hot playing soccer, so fucking hot!" she exclaimed. As I picked up my pace from slow languid strokes to rhythmic fucking, her words broke apart which each thrust.
"So!" "Fucking!" "Hot!"
I lifted her knees higher up, balancing her ass on the stool and went to town. Her juices flowed out of her, dripping on the floor.
Then, just as I was about to come, her phone rang. It was too perfect.
I pulled my cock out of her and came hard all over her black crop top, staining it with my semen. She absentmindedly began rubbing it all over her stomach.
We smoked a joint and fucked two more times before she went home. We didn't answer the phone.
I played my usual Sunday soccer game with some friends and Naomi came along to watch. She looked great as usual, wearing a tight crop top polo and torn jean shorts.
What was unexpected was her ex-husband and kid showing up at the same park to watch a softball game on the next field. I was in the middle of playing when I saw them on the sideline talking to her, and I knew it could be trouble because her ex doesn't know about us.
When I finished I went over to her and could immediately tell she was upset. Turns out her ex gave her shit for "dressing slutty" while also getting suspicious over which one of us playing soccer she was with. I told her that no guy should dictate to women what they wear, and tried to get her to forget about it.
However, when we went to a bar after for a drink I could tell she was in a text conversation with him. She was clearly annoyed. Then, when he called, she answered and they argued for a few minutes.
I suggested we go back to my place, and when we got there her phone rang again. It was her ex again. This time I grabbed it off the counter and answered it myself. Naomi was waving her hands trying to stop me.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked him.
"You," he said.
"That's too bad you fat fuck. Leave us alone, we're busy," I said before hanging up and dropping the phone.
Naomi was pissed, asking me why I did it. I told her she shouldn't be wasting her time trying to justify anything to her loser ex.
"He's obviously jealous of you," she said.
Turned on, I moved in and began kissing her and rubbing her abs. "So what, there's winners and losers," I said.
I could sense her anger instantly melting away, and she quickly reached into my shorts and began stroking my hardening cock. "I guess you're the winner then," she gasped as I reached into her shorts and started fingering her.
Just like that, I perched her on one of the kitchen counter stools and pulled her shorts and panties off. "Fuck me right now!" she demanded.
She talked dirty as stood in front of her and slid in. "You're so hot playing soccer, so fucking hot!" she exclaimed. As I picked up my pace from slow languid strokes to rhythmic fucking, her words broke apart which each thrust.
"So!" "Fucking!" "Hot!"
I lifted her knees higher up, balancing her ass on the stool and went to town. Her juices flowed out of her, dripping on the floor.
Then, just as I was about to come, her phone rang. It was too perfect.
I pulled my cock out of her and came hard all over her black crop top, staining it with my semen. She absentmindedly began rubbing it all over her stomach.
We smoked a joint and fucked two more times before she went home. We didn't answer the phone.
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