My only mistress: A true story

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My only mistress: A true storyThe following is a true story, so forgive me if it isn’t as unbelievable as many of the stories in here.Years ago I married the woman I loved. The passion I had in previous relationships was never there but we got along fantastically otherwise. Despite the lack off passion, I still of course wanted sex with her whenever I could, even though she was about as into it as a cadaver. Still, I knew that being married, she was the only option for a sexual partner that my culture would allow. Several years into our union she began to cut back on the sex more and more. And when I began to show any signs of romance she would begin to “change the subject” she even adopted what I can only describe as “gross behavior”. Most notably belching and farting. A lot! And only when I began the hugging and kissing. This of course killed any mood for me. After talking to her about sex/ the lack of, she admitted that she had never had an orgasm and was honestly not worried about ever having one. Sex then became even more infrequent, going months at a time between lack luster sessions that would turn off even the horniest of on lookers. It had been a particularly long dry spell (close to a year) when I met…Alice (Not using her real name to protect her identity.) I met her, as so many do now, online. We traded online pictures, illegal bahis no not THAT kind of pictures, and chatted often online as well. From her photos she was obviously a BBW. Large hips, bust and belly. To me she was a lovely drink to a man dying of thirst. The day finally came when we meet, she was several hours away but I made the trip after making up a story to tell my wife. We hooked up at a public location. She had long flowing brown hair, worn a nice blouse and slacks with the perfect amount of makeup with “sleepy” eyes that silently shouted out from her fair skin. Her voice was soft, kind and articulate. I had seen her picture of course before, but seeing her for real had me smitten like young school boy.As we hugged, her scent and touch gave me an instant and almost painful hard-on. We drove to her place as my penis recoiled and sprouted back several times during the trip. By the time we arrived at her rural address, I had commanded my appendage enough for it to stay and remain soft. I didn’t want Alice to think that I was some out of control pervert or worse yet a psycho. We walked and talked as she showed me her yard and then her house. We shared some chewing gum which made hugs and stolen kisses minty and extra sweet until she showed me her bedroom. There she calmly sat on her bed and I sat there with her as well. illegal bahis siteleri I knew that she had a teenage c***d that was visiting friends during my visit and that she had been “fixed” afterwards, so pregnancy was not an issue. Nonetheless, I produced a pack of condoms from my jacket. She informed me that she liked that I was being a “responsible romantic” but she had not been with anyone for at least as long as the last time I had been with my wife. But if I wanted to use the “extra protection” as she put it, that it was fine with her.We kissed softly then hard. Clothes began to come off between each heated minty kiss. Finally we grappled naked on the bed. I French kissed her deeply and fished out her chewing gum, quickly disposing of both hers and mine. I began to kiss and suckle her enormous breasts. She pushed me off and slide down between my knees. She gently gripped my now fully rigid member with a smile.“I’m very oral.” She calmly said. She then took her tongue and circled my head until I thought that I would erupt right there in her face. I gave her a warning that it had been a long time and I might be premature with my orgasm if she kept on like that. She stop and then began to suck the head. Then she took in more. A loud sucking of air rushed between my shaft and her ruby red lips as suction almost broke. canlı bahis siteleri She began draw the entire length of my rod in and out slowly. Not that I have the biggest tonsil tickler in the world but I’m no slouch in size either (check out my pics and tell me if I’m full of it or not). Anyway, she most certainly had some skills to take all of me. No gagging. Total control. I gave her another warning after a few minutes. Telling her that it was up to her as to where I was going to shoot. That seemed to have done it for her. I wrongly assumed she was already in high gear. With me still halfway in the warm pull of her mouth she guided me over the middle of the bed. Flat on my back, she pinned my entire lower body with her soft warm weight. She then once again, took in my complete length as I lay in a trance-like state of pleasure. What she did next made it feel as if my cock where being swallowed by a horny boa constrictor! Her tongue, tonsils, throat muscles, etc. all combined to encase, massage, pull, stroke and finally man milk my meat. Once I stopped convulsing and regained my breathing somewhat, she pulled my relaxed but still elongated tool from her mouth with a wet pop sound. It slumped over her hand, still at the base of my root, with the consistency of a roll of soft dough, looking somehow longer than I ever remember seeing it. She actually acted as a living penis pump! I was in awe. She looked in my eyes with those sleepy eyes of hers and crawled up to kiss me. We kissed hard and long and pillow talked. I soon became energized once again. …..To be continued.

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