The Story of How I Met the Love of My Life

In 2021, after 23 years with my partner—three kids, multiple cats, a few apartments, and a house—my spouse decided to leave me. You can ask me anything about it, but let’s just say it was painful and devastating.

Fast forward to June 18th, 2022. It’s a Saturday, and I’m scrolling through Reddit, as one does. I’m feeling a bit frisky when I come across this post:

36 [F4M] Curvy mom looking for a thick daddy tonight

The post was from earlier in the morning, but by 2 PM, I figured, why not shoot my shot? I knew I’d be competing with a bunch of other guys, but what the hell, right? Understanding that she was probably already swamped with messages and dick pics, I decided to stand out with something outrageous—something that would at least make her pause and read my message.

"Hi, would you like to go to a gangbang?"

Yes, that’s what I led with. To make it even more ridiculous, I sent it in French, even though her post was in English… facepalm. I knew it would either work or get me blocked as a total creep. To my surprise, she accepted the chat, read my message, and replied: "Hi! I was looking for something low-key tonight. I don’t want to perform; I want the attention. But keep me in mind next time you go to one." For the record, I genuinely was going to a GB that evening. I’ve been to a few, but honestly, they’re overrated (and usually pretty smelly). I quickly responded, saying I’d much rather be with someone one-on-one. She asked why, and I explained my reasons. We chatted for a bit, exchanged some steamy photos, and she agreed to host me! Her request was simple: she wanted to be thoroughly pleased. What I didn’t know was that she’d originally picked another guy before me. Fortunately for me, he blew his chances by demanding proof and pictures after she had already said yes. She got fed up and dropped him, deciding she wouldn’t show her face on Reddit. To that guy: thanks for being paranoid. I showered, packed my things, and hit the road to Mirabel, where she lived. Halfway there, she texted me, saying her phone was about to die, and she didn’t have a charger. To this day, we still laugh about it because the charger situation at her place—with her kids—is always a mess. She was worried I’d cancel, but I kept driving up the nearly empty 15 North. When I arrived, I walked up the stairs, rang the bell, and was greeted by a smiling MILF who looked just like her pictures. She had long, wavy hair and was wearing a seductive babydoll. She welcomed me with a kiss, and we headed upstairs. We sat at her dining table, and she offered me a drink. We chatted about nothing in particular for a while. I offered her a foot rub, which stunned her—she wasn’t expecting that kind of attention since sex was already on the table. She couldn’t understand why I was trying so hard. But that’s just who I am; I love to touch and please. Having a woman to myself for an evening means I want to make sure she enjoys every moment. Eventually, she said it was getting late and that she wanted me to fuck her. She led me to her room, and the sex was explosive, intense, and incredibly hot. She agreed I had understood the assignment perfectly. When I left, I told her I’d let her know when I got home safely. I did, but she was already asleep by then. I left her a message saying I had thoroughly enjoyed our time together. We contacted each other the next day and met again—this time, we didn’t even make it up the stairs. On our third date, we actually kept our clothes on! Over the next few weeks, she went on vacation, but we talked every night. When she returned, we started hanging out more, and before long, we were officially dating. We’ve been together ever since, in an open relationship where we explore together, as she’s bisexual. This is one of our favorite stories to tell when we meet new friends. We have a fantastic dynamic, both as a couple and in bed—keeping things hot and exciting every step of the way.