We had met online, a swingers website. I was new to all of this, only having played with one friend and a bartender before. The week prior we had met in person at his office and while we didn’t have sex, I have a rule about not sleeping with someone on the first date, I knew the shape, size, and taste of him. Just because I don’t sleep with them on the first date doesn’t mean I don’t have fun with my mouth and breasts. This week we were meeting for a different type of fun though.

I didn’t know what to expect walking into the office. I was a bit nervous, okay a LOT nervous. He was gentlemanly, holding open the door and greeting me with a pleasant smile like we didn’t both know it was going to get dirty quickly. But what I wasn’t least expecting was to see the careful preparations that took place.

Multiple foam wedge pillows were set out, a towel covering them, a long pillow that was clearly to add comfort for one’s knees. That shot my nerves further up as it was clear there was experience in the setting and planning had taken place. We laughed a bit and I wasn’t sure how things moved from there but he wasted no time in being naked. He was older than me by more than a decade, but his body was well taken care of. Fit and lean I ogled him as he stripped down. Hard erectness springing forth from his boxers as he finished undressing. He was longer than my husband by about an inch, and a little less thick. I nearly drooled.

When I pulled my eyes up from his cock, he was smirking at me. I turned bright red blushing, he had caught me and was humored by it. Slowly he walked to me, the sway of his hips causing his manhood to swing back and forth…. And I promise my eyes didn’t follow the swing of it with my eyes.

His hands found the hem of my shirt as his lips found mine. With a quick motion my shirt was off, with the bra soon following it. He commented on my great tits and groped them while I hastily pulled my pants and panties down, surprising myself with the excitement and eagerness I responded to his touch. Once naked he eyed me up and down with a smile and told me to lay on the pillows. I wasn’t sure what would happen next, and there wasn’t anything I could have done to prepare.

When his minty tongue first touched my clit, I was taken by surprise, already wet with anticipation. His beard lightly brushed against my thighs as he began sucking and licking, the sensation both stimulating and foreign. Initially, it was hard to fully immerse myself in the moment; the idea of being with someone other than my husband was still new and strange. But I took a deep breath, willing myself to relax and not overthink it.

The chilled sensation from the mint was peculiar yet delightful, adding an unexpected layer of pleasure. Then, his fingers slid inside me, reminding me why I love a good finger fuck. The combination of his minty breath, skilled tongue, and probing fingers built a wave of pleasure within me. I came hard, his fingers and tongue driving me over the edge. And that's when the real fun began.

He slid on the condom and entered me with one swift thrust, I was dripping. I missed the stretch of my husband, but the new angle and deep length provided a fresh thrill and felt incredible. With slow, practiced strokes, he teased me, commenting on how good married pussy is. I couldn't help but moan in response, knowing what a slut I was and how good it felt. His movements grew faster before he slid out, teasing me with his fingers for a moment, then thrusting back in hard, over and over.

I lay on my back, legs in the air, moving as he directed. Each command making me hornier, each stroke sending tingles of pleasure through me. I came again at some point, but he didn't. I offered to roll over for a different view, which he eagerly accepted. "Well, damn," he muttered as his hands explored my tiny waist and ample ass. "I kinda want to take this condom off and feel you." He chuckled. He was surprised when I responded “I won’t stop you.” Eagerly he pulled off the condom and threw it to the ground before plunging into me, unprotected and raw.

Alternating between slow and fast strokes, a never-ending edging, he had me moaning with each deep thrust. After what felt like forever, he invited me up, bent me over his desk, and continued the alternating strokes. He was hard, building up, and the breaks to regain composure became more frequent. Biting my lip in a smile I could feel him starting to swell inside me. Throwing me back to foam, he pulled my legs to his shoulders, thrusting harder and faster.”Where do you want me to cum?” I moaned, "Inside!"

He obliged, filling me with his cum. The heat of his cum pulsing inside of me with each thrust pushed me over the edge one more time. I lay there a bit dazed, cum dripping onto the towel he had laid out. I couldn’t believe how much cum he had poured into me. At least two loads from my husband, maybe more. We made plans for next time, asI shakily slipped on my panties and got dressed. Then I went off in search of another cock for the day.