Married? ✔️ Blue collar? ✔️ Confident and able to hold a conversation? ✔️

Before we met in real life, I had a feeling The Hunter was going to be a good time. After chatting about generalities, we moved into our wants and fantasies quickly and it seemed like everything lined up. He has a dominant, rough side which I love and he was willing to try just about everything I threw at him. Another big difference - he arranged our first meetup. He probably has no idea what that small detail meant 😘

When my husband and I walked into the restaurant, he was already there waiting for us. He shook my husband's hand and I went right in for a hug and it didn't disappoint. There's something about hugging a man who works out...the hardness of many things evident when we touched. We sat down and had easy conversation for the next hour or so, bringing up topics that may have made the people sitting next to us uncomfortable but we didn't care. I felt The Hunter's stare on me many times and I'm sure he caught my eyes roaming all over him too. Several times I noticed him having to adjust as his jeans seem to be getting a little more snug, and I smiled to myself.

Once we wrapped up eating and while my husband was in the bathroom, The Hunter leaned into me and asked if I wanted to go outside and make out. I'm not even sure I gave a verbal response but I jumped out of my chair and headed for the door with him, more than ready. I wanted to feel him close to me again and we barely made it out the door before our mouths were locked in a hot and heavy kiss. His hands all over me, our tongues deep in each other's mouths in the cold parking lot but we didn't care. I pulled him to our truck as my husband followed behind us. The Hunter pushed me up against the bed, and feeling how much he wanted me, I opened the back door to climb in and pulled him up with me. As I sat on the center console and continued to make out passionately with him, my husband slid into the front seat.

The Hunter undid his belt and slid his jeans down and I went to work with my hands and mouth. His thick cock filled my mouth as I slid up and down letting my spit drip down him. His moans were deep and I wanted to hear more. At one point, he pulled me off of him so we could kiss again and he slid his hands up under my shirt and bra, his fingers rolling my nipples. He grabbed me and pulled my tit to his mouth, licking my nipple as if he'd been doing it for years...my nipples are so sensitive that I can orgasm from them alone and he was getting me close to it. I sat back and enjoyed the sensations, reaching up front to let my husband know I was still thinking about him too as another man sucked my nipple.

I pulled away before I let myself get carried away in the backseat, wanting to get back to ensuring The Hunter finished before going home. Several times he tried to stop me or slow me, but I begged him,

"Please give me your load....fill my belly."

His groans came quicker and his thrusts into my mouth told me his hot cum was going to fill my mouth soon, and did it ever... throbbing inside me, his load shot into my throat and I swallowed every last drop. As he recovered, he pulled me in for a deep kiss. We looked into the parking lot and realized we'd have to climb out with cars full of people near us, probably wondering what was going on.

We got out, kissed again and said our goodbyes. Pretty sure he messaged me before we even left town that he couldn't wait to see me again. And I can't wait to have The Hunter all to myself soon 😍🥰😘