started about 9 years ago when an average married blue collar hairy man came into my job needing a hot meal. He was 5 ft 8, 180lbs, covered in dark thick body hair, dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He was quite drownable but too much of a good boy for my type. I could tell. I preferred bad boys, with nothing going for them. He was too hard working. Too kind. But also naughty. He would comment on how he wish he could see my boobs outside of my shirt because he could tell through my white polo how big my nipples were since it was cold in the restaurant. I could see his cock growing through this dirty mechanic pants under the table. I also noticed the weeding ring. I told him he needs to tell his buddy to calm down. His wife wouldn’t like him showing off his king cock to a busty 19 year old waitress with huge tits.

He agreed that wouldn’t be the best idea especially since she worked there! She worked opposite shift but sometimes when I worked doubles on the weekends I would run into her. I never knew. I left the idea behind. But he still kept contacting on and off through the years. His wife and I even had a few steamy coworker teases once we talked more.

Years passed, I changed jobs. He mentioned his wife and him were thinking about getting a divorce and he wanted to hangout finally since I would be okay with it. Now that he’s single. We agreed to meet up at Eagle Park, I decided to bring my wevibe moxie (panty remote control vibrator) and put it before we go since there was a lot of built of sexual attraction. I decided to let him have the honors of being in control, after all.. he could only control via phone and not touch.

We started walking into the nature center. kept picking up the speed. Brett began to pick up the speeds and kept messing with the pulse. More and more people kept coming in behind us, as my pussy was soaking my hot pink thong. I texted Brett to please turn it down some as it was really crowded. He replied, “ You said I could be in control, so I’m going to show you how a real man controls you and makes you beg.” My legs were clinching tight as my pussy was pulsing as all I could imagine was getting an unused thick cock of a hairy hard working man.

We left the nature center after I begged to go on some trails so I could grab on him and tease him while we walked. His five and half inch soft cock was swaying back and fourth in his shorts. He asked if he could feel my wet pink pussy so he could get a taste before we made it back home. He stuck two fingers down my panties rubbing my swollen cum covered clit , slurping my juices off them. I was falling to my knees begging for his cock to enter me.

Brett said, “no you made me wait 9 years you can wait a little longer.” I got in the car with him so we could to our next adventure. A few edibles later, and getting played with to and from everywhere. Taking me home, pulling out my mirena by the strings and making sure he claims me as his. His cock may have been average but his sex and the way he pumped me full sure wasn’t. Mr. hyperspermia became quite the addiction after that. And he admitted to looking at my photos on his wives phone every night she went to bed of me.