People can say it’s a cliché, that such stories do not happen … But I experienced it. I was married, although more often I felt like a widow … My husband didn’t notice me for a long time, and sometimes I even had the impression that he was doing it on purpose. I was 45 and I felt completely undervalued, although I took good care of myself, I had a perfect waist, I rubbed various creams into my breasts and butt … And for him I practically did not exist. The coldness was killing me.
One time when he was on a business trip, a pipe broke under the sink. I am quite resourceful, I coped with various things, but here I preferred not to risk. I decided to call a plumber.
A young and tall man appeared on the scene. The light, unkempt stubble covering his cheeks and chin made him manly. His hands were like logs. I liked it right away. As he passed by, I could smell him. It wasn’t perfume or cologne, I t was sweat. Don’t be scared girls, it was a different kind of smell. That makes you know you are dealing with an alpha male. I got wet instantly.
I offered him coffee. He, on the other hand, went straight to work. He pulled up his pants, laying on the shelf under the sink. As a result, I could see better how his crotch was fully packed. Even then, I wanted to reach out my hand and stroke him.
He dealt with the problem quickly. Maybe it was half an hour. I was about to pay him, but then he grabbed my shoulders. I knew I could be his mother, but that handle, that smell, and stubble and dark eyes stared at me. He knew I adored him. I didn’t say anything. He just led me to the kitchen table and unbuttoned my pants. I wanted to protest for a moment, after all, I was married, but when I felt his warm breath on me, I completely drained away. The wet kisses of his lips against my skin made me tremble like a beaver. And as the tip of his tongue met my clitoris, I sighed loudly, bit my lips, and pressed his head against my pussy
He was very good at it. He may have been 23, but his tongue was as skilful as an experienced juggler. He kept even coordination, twirling it narrower, into a wider spiral, kissed me on the slit, opened it… Finally, he got up and lowered his pants. I was not wrong. His penis was of an impressive size, which I had never seen in my life, at least in real life. It required nothing. He didn’t bring me down on my knees like my husband… He just walked in. Smooth, strong, no hesitation. My pussy was open to him from the moment I smelled his scent as he passed me in the doorway. I opened my blouse, showing him my breasts. I wanted him to caress them. I was not disappointed.
He was almost motionless inside, deep. His lips and tongue caressed my nipples, so hungry for a solid caress. Hands slid over my back. I felt chills all over my body.
He started slowly pushing my clit open. I pressed my lips together, even feeling a little pain. However, I quickly got used to his size. I laced my legs over his hips, wanting to receive him as deeply, as tightly as possible. But he had his rhythm… he knew better how to satisfy me. He was withdrawing his hips slowly and entering a little more. His big male hands held me down, not letting me back away. I was much older than him and felt almost like a virgin with a more experienced partner.
He lifted me up, grabbing my ass with both hands. He pressed me against the wall and started to move faster inside. The moans coming out of my mouth were completely new to me. I stared into
his dark, confident eyes. I was his at that moment. Without any word. I pressed him with my heels against me, feeling him enter stronger.
We both started panting. I was barely gasping for air. Only now did I find out what it means to have an orgasm with a man. So real that my legs were trembling, my hands were trying to clutch at something. And he? After a while he tore his gun out of me and shot it straight at my stomach, still holding me in the air. I watched in admiration as successive volleys of sperm from a young, huge cock covered my skin. It was pleasantly warm… These several minutes gave me more than my entire marriage.
