I thought I might try something different today. I have solicited stories from so many others, that I felt it was past time to return the favor.

tl;dr = Was feeling down, got picked up, turns out I like cheating and big dicks. Here's the long version.

A common question I get asked is "How in the world did you get to a place where you fuck anyone without giving it a second thought?"

It's a fair question, and a long story.

After my second son was born, I had a number of life events happen all in succession. I was freshly 33 years old, with a 5 year old and a new baby.

Thing #1: I was fired from my job. They said it was for performance, but in reality, it was because I wouldn't fuck my boss (silly in retrospect, I suppose). I loved the job, and was crushed by losing it.

Thing #2: My mother was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. It was aggressive. And it took her quickly. We were close..if I'm honest, I'll probably never recover from that loss. Not completely.

Thing #3: Because of the loss of my income, my husband began to work more. A lot more. He was pursing promotions, working side gigs. He really hustled...he really did...still does. But it left me at home. With nobody to talk to but a 5 year old and an infant. I was more alone than I'd ever been in my life. (I don't blame him, he did what he thought was best for the family, and in those circumstances, he was probably right)

Thing #4: I hadn't lost my baby weight. There was a scene in The Office when Pam said something along the lines of "I used to be cute, and sort of funny...now I'm just a fat mom". I love The Office, but when I saw that, I didn't laugh because it took me back...hard.

With that state of mind as the backdrop, I'll proceed to the meat of the story, so to speak. My best friend knew I was in a bad way...angel that she is, she called me up and said to me "Liz, you need to get out of the house...do something for yourself...take the day, I'll babysit for you". She's about the best friend anyone could have. She read my situation perfectly, and threw me a life jacket.

So I took the day. Mind you, I wasn't a partier...so how did I spend that day? I went to a local non-chain coffee shop and sat at the bar there. I sipped my coffee and I read "Definitely Dead".

After some time, I looked up from my book to rest my eyes for a minute and sip in some of that wonderful coffee. As I took in the room, I noticed a young man at a table about 25 feet away. He was staring at me, not bothering to hide himself at all. I smiled at him a bit and then went back to my book. I was being polite, assuming that I just happened to catch his gaze when I looked up. Without thinking, I looked over my book at him...and he was still watching.

I couldn't compute. Looking back, I realize that it had been so long since I'd been looked at in a wanting way, that I had no way to detect it. At the time though, I was just confused. I went back to my book.

Slipping into fiction makes me lose track of time, so I don't know how much time passed to this day, but the next time I looked up and became aware of my surroundings, I noticed that he'd gotten up and was coming my way.

He sat on the stool next to me and asked "Is this seat taken?" like some old movie dude...most folks wouldn't be able to pull off that kind of question without sounding like a dork, but he did. I suppose when you're tall and blonde with a tight hair cut you can get away with just about anything (not a preference statement, just how he presented).

I responded to him that the seat was free. He asked me "What are you doing here? I'm here every day, haven't seen you in here before"

I was joking with him a bit, explained that I was a shut in...a kept woman...and that I didn't get let out often. He laughed at my joke. It had been so long since an interaction brought out a laugh in anyone for me (aside from peek-a-boo, of course).

When he laughed, I thought I caught him looking at my chest...but you can never be sure, and I wasn't about to assume that this young dude wanted shit to do with me. Except that he saw me see him.

You know what he did? He just...he just stared at my chest. Only for a moment, but it was unmistakable. He looked thirsty. And he was looking at me. I would be a liar if I were to tell you that even just being looked at like this wasn't a thrill, because it was.

I cleared my throat, and looked at him (significantly taller than I am), I asked "Can I help you?", trying to address his eyeing my tits up. At that point, his big blue eyes glassed over just a bit, and his eyelids were only open halfway...almost like he just took a hit of a drug. He said in a breathy low voice "Oh...oh yes.."

His eyes tore straight into my soul and stirred something up in me that hadn't been running in quite awhile. Never in my life had I responded so quickly to a pickup attempt. When I was younger I just brushed them all off. Partially because I was a private person, partially because I had no problem getting attention in my regular life, so strangers did nothing for me.

But today...this was different. I don't know if it was because of him, or because of me, or because of both of us. But it was different. And I had gotten started up...for the first time in a long time. And he knew it. I had no hope of hiding it.

I stood up, and he stood up with me. I was struck by his height once again. He stood in front of me. Part of me was excited, part of me was terrified. He just looked at me. His eyes stared into mine. He only broke eye contact to look at my lips, and down my shirt (he wasn't subtle). He leaned down...held my left hand and put his other hand on my back, I assumed he was going in for a kiss which I would have allowed without even thinking about it. Instead of a kiss though, he whispers low in my ear "You're right, we should get out of here", and his large palm kind of pressed up against the small of my back.

I blurted out "Uh, but I don't even know your name..." I did NOT blurt out "No, I'm married" or "No, I'm just a fat mom". I blurted out that I didn't know his name.

He said in that same ear "Sean...", and then he sucked on my neck right below my ear...like he'd read the book on me. Turns out I was lucky his hand was on me, because I fucking melted.

He used that hand to guide me to the door...and I went with him. He'd revved my engine easily.

Sean didn't have a car...so I drove...we went back to his place. It was a little one bedroom upper apartment, part of an upper/lower.

When the door was closed, Sean's big hand gripped my ass. I jumped a bit, but grew more and more excited. I turned to face him, and he was right there already. He grabbed hold of my hips to pull me into him, and slipped his hand up my back again and kind of grabbed onto a handful of my hair, which he tugged back so that I would be facing up to take his kiss. And would leave my neck exposed for him to suck on a bit.

By this time, I'm shaking. With excitement, with fear...just trembling. Wondering how in the world I found myself to be picked up by this young man. How is it that he had all this confidence to just roll up to a rando woman and take her with him?

I soon found out. Sean sensed that I was reluctant to start anything, so he basically growled an order at me. It was one word..spoken directly into my soul. "Grab"

I did as ordered, I rubbed my hands over his pants to find his dick, and immediately learned the source of his confidence. I've read that it's easy to be confident when you roll around with a pop can dick. The theory checked out to me.

Between the dick I couldn't wrap my hand around and his confident ordering, I found myself wet. Big time. Sean wasted no time, and judging by the pulse I felt over his slacks, he seemed ready to go too.

He began to take me, caveman style. I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it immediately, and my bra somehow came undone at the same time. My jeans unbuttoned and fell to my ankles, so i stepped out of them, and my light blue boyshorts came down also. I don't know if I'd ever gotten naked so quickly before in my life.

Sean was a football player. Or at least I assumed, because we didn't even make it to the bedroom yet. He lifted me without effort and put me on the counter, legs spread. He immediately began to lick/kiss/suck on my clit and fingerfucked me almost immediately. I don't know what my face looked like, but it COULDN'T have been pretty. I was already seeing stars and starting to roll my eyes a bit. But he just kept going. I leaned back on the counter and grabbed his head with one hand...I warned him that I was going to cum. I did NOT have time to warn him that it was likely to be messy. And it was. He heard my voice get tight when I said I was going to cum, felt my body tense up, and he went a bit faster. That was too much for me, and I absolutely blew all over his face. He didn't stop. He kept going on until I couldn't talk anymore.

Then, without a word, he picks me up off the counter, throws me over his shoulder and takes me to his bedroom.

He threw me on the bed and put me up on my hands and knees. I immediately flipped to my back. I knew just based on what I felt that I couldn't take him from behind. Not right away.

I don't know when he did it, but he was already naked. I looked up at him from my back, and I was glad I flipped over. I've never (even to this day) seen a dick as fat and wide as his was.

I wanted it. He knew it. He grabbed hold of my knees to push my legs apart, grabbed me by the hips, and I felt my pussy throb while he rubbed his fat head right at my lips before sinking himself in and really making me his, if just for the day.

...this has gone on way too long now. If you're still with me, I appreciate it. This was just the first of many experiences that led me to where I am today...which is tagging this type of post with "Turn ons include (but are not limited to) MFM threesomes, MFF threesomes, MMF threesomes. Don't let these limit you though.

Turn offs include bathroom stuff, gore, etc.."

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