u/Milkandhoneymilf

I was raised in a strict Mormon family and community. When I met my husband I had only been with one other person, my first husband. Even though he never said so I could tell hubby would get frustrated with my shyness and lack of experience. My first marriage was basically sexless, but with hubby I found myself so much more into it, and basically horny all of the time. He had sown his wild oats for years and his experience compared to mine intimidated me.

After we had been married for a little over a year we were having a conversation where I made a comment about how I never got to go wild when I was in my youth. I was taken aback when he made an offhand comment about how if I found myself in a situation where I wanted to do something then I had permission but he really didn’t want to know about it.

A few weeks later he left on a month long national tour with his band, and within a few days of him being gone I felt an escalating tingle between my legs and within a few more hours I was so horny my pussy was dripping down my leg and I couldn’t sit still at all. I was just wiggling my ass down into the couch and squirming around just to put pressure on my mound.

I said fuck it and texted this hot basque guy I had chemistry with and for several years now, and asked him to go out for drinks tonight. Even my husband had noticed our connection, and I could tell he didn’t like him even if he wouldn’t say so. About an hour went by with no response and I was starting to get frustrated and regret it when my phone buzzed and it was him apologizing because he was busy with a gig (Basque musician) and didn’t see my text, but that he really wanted to meet up.

I spent the entire rest of the afternoon and evening preening; trimmed the pubes, did my nails, painted my toenails too, picked out the perfect panties and outfit. It’s usually cold in Idaho in March, so it took some thinking to come up with something warm enough but also that showed enough skin and was slutty enough to say “hey I’m planning on fucking you tonight”. It involved the use of leggings, a garter, and a high cleavage visibility top, and I wore uggs to broadcast “basic slut.”

We first met up for dinner at a basque restaurant and bar. One of the first things I told him was that my husband was out of town for a month, and I saw a bulge in his pants grow and shift a little, and it took my breath away to see the power I’d just had over someone.

We spent the next few hours eating and drinking and talking, and decided to go dancing at a dive bar. Everyone knows this game. We drank and danced and got progressively more bold and frisky. Soon we were grinding on the dance floor and he kissed me, grabbing my ass cheeks and pushing my crotch hard into his now hard cock straining to bust the button of his pants. I reached down and grabbed it and was shocked by the size. My husband is about 5.5” and honestly has the perfect curving gspot tool, but I didn’t really think I could take or want much more. I couldn’t tell how big my basque boy was except that he was significantly larger than my husband. I actually had always been scared of big dicks and not attracted to them at all; a friend of mine ended up in the hospital because of her horse dicked boyfriend. But I had been beyond the point of return for a while now. I noticed my best friend came in the door and I didn’t stop grinding against him. I didn’t give a fuck. She gave me a bemused look and watched me for a bit to make sure I was ok.

He asked me if I wanted to go back to his place and I said yes so fast I wasn’t sure he heard me but he took my hand and pulled me out of there. He only lived a few blocks away and so we walked, stopping to make out and grope each other along the way. At a stoplight he slid his hand down the back of my pants and slid his finger from clit to ass and my gushing pussy covered his hand. and he was ecstatic at how wet I was so I put his wet finger in mouth and sucked on it.

We got to his place and he asked me if I wanted a drink. I couldn’t believe that the next thing out of my mouth was “no I want you to take me to your bed and fuck the living shit out of me right now!”

He didn’t argue and very soon we were naked in his bed. His body felt so good on mine. He was very fit and sensual. He sucked on my nipples and kissed down my belly until he got to my pussy and rubbed the outside of my lips and circled his tongue around my clit. I got even more turned on when I saw his face soaked with my juice and felt like I was going to explode. I flipped over and put his cock in my mouth, or rather tried to. My poor little jaw started cramping pretty quickly and he could tell I was struggling. I was nervous but knew I had to try and take it, but my TMJ wasn’t helping either.

“Soooo…. Should I get a condom now?” He asked me. “Fuck!” I said. “I forgot condoms, not that the ones I have would fit you anyways.” “No it’s cool, I’ve got some.” I stopped him and explained my latex allergy and how the combo of that and his donkey dick would do terrible things to me. I’m a plump curvy milf now, but this was pre-mom and I was a petite 5’6 and about 120 pounds.

He was very gracious and told me he really wanted to get me off and asked if there was something else I wanted him to do.

I laid down on my back and put my legs in the air and begged “please please fuck me right now. Bare. Give me that cock please!” “Ok baby”. He did not argue. As he climbed between my legs I put my hands out and stopped him, and told him I squirted a lot when really excited and if that was ok, and he said “fuck yeah!”

We deeply tongue kissed while our bodies slid around together and he positioned the head of his cock right in the perfect spot and pushed in just a little, and I moaned so loud. He pushed in a little further but it was hard work in spite of how wet I was. He was enormous and I found myself wishing I could cast a spell and shrink his cock. My best guess is 8” and as thick as somewhere between a mag light and a coke can. I’d heard super hung guys had trouble staying fully hard, but his was like a rock. He slowly started working it in and out until he started fucking me with about 4” of it. It hurt but also felt so amazing and I was so turned on the pain just felt good too. I felt myself relaxing and taking it more easily which kept exciting me more. I pulled my legs up high to put them on his shoulders and tried to shift my ass further under him but I pushed him up higher than I meant to and and he plunged down into me with all of his weight and his cock slammed into my cervix. An explosion of pain waved through my body and I saw white stars for a moment, but I was drunk and full of endorphins and it quickly changed to the best thing I’ve ever felt. My hand flew wildly over to the night table and knocked my phone off and unbeknownst to me pocket dialed my husband (boyfriend at the time) and proceeded to leave him a voicemail of the rest of the encounter 🫣

It only took one more pump and I started spraying like a fountain screaming “oh god oh god fuck me” and similar things. My feet slipped off his shoulders and I wrapped my legs around him and we started rhythmically screwing getting a little faster and faster and tongue kissing deeply. I wanted to get on my hands and knees or climb on top of him but I could not stop under any circumstances. We had scorching hot passionate missionary sex for about ten minutes but it felt like hours. Then, in spite of the booze, he couldn’t handle my tight little squirting pussy anymore and told me he was about to blow. I felt him pulling out and he made it all the way to the head but I was seconds from cumming and squirting again and I couldn’t believe what I was doing as I did it but I pulled him in as hard as I could and wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles and started screaming “no take this fucking pussy take it fill me up fill. Me. Up!” I was cumming and spraying and his cock was pumping me full of cum like a firehose and we were shuddering and shaking and moaning until his balls were completely empty inside my ovulating womb. We kissed and he continued to slowly pump me for a couple of minutes until he got too soft and slipped out. I started rubbing my clit and he slid two fingers curled up to my gspot and one in my ass and I rubbed out three clitoral orgasms before we collapsed into each others arms and fell asleep.

I was WAY too sore for a morning repeat but told him I wanted to see him again soon. My pussy was wrecked and still oozing cum and now a little blood from where he tore my sugar walls, but it was still like a warm glowing soft orgasm. I went and bought a plan B and went home and watched movies and rubbed my clit all day. Husband incredulously asked me about the voicemail and I told him I fell asleep watching porn and must have rolled over on the phone 🤣 I don’t think he ever believed me but I’m confident he was misbehaving himself on tour at least some.

I was raised in a strict Mormon family and community. When I met my husband I had only been with one other person, my first husband. Even though he never said so I could tell hubby would get frustrated with my shyness and lack of experience. My first marriage was basically sexless, but with hubby I found myself so much more into it, and basically horny all of the time. He had sown his wild oats for years and his experience compared to mine intimidated me.

After we had been married for a little over a year we were having a conversation where I made a comment about how I never got to go wild when I was in my youth. I was taken aback when he made an offhand comment about how if I found myself in a situation where I wanted to do something then I had permission but he really didn’t want to know about it.

A few weeks later he left on a month long national tour with his band, and within a few days of him being gone I felt an escalating tingle between my legs and within a few more hours I was so horny my pussy was dripping down my leg and I couldn’t sit still at all. I was just wiggling my ass down into the couch and squirming around just to put pressure on my mound.

I said fuck it and texted this hot basque guy I had chemistry with and for several years now, and asked him to go out for drinks tonight. Even my husband had noticed our connection, and I could tell he didn’t like him even if he wouldn’t say so. About an hour went by with no response and I was starting to get frustrated and regret it when my phone buzzed and it was him apologizing because he was busy with a gig (Basque musician) and didn’t see my text, but that he really wanted to meet up.

I spent the entire rest of the afternoon and evening preening; trimmed the pubes, did my nails, painted my toenails too, picked out the perfect panties and outfit. It’s usually cold in Idaho in March, so it took some thinking to come up with something warm enough but also that showed enough skin and was slutty enough to say “hey I’m planning on fucking you tonight”. It involved the use of leggings, a garter, and a high cleavage visibility top, and I wore uggs to broadcast “basic slut.”

We first met up for dinner at a basque restaurant and bar. One of the first things I told him was that my husband was out of town for a month, and I saw a bulge in his pants grow and shift a little, and it took my breath away to see the power I’d just had over someone.

We spent the next few hours eating and drinking and talking, and decided to go dancing at a dive bar. Everyone knows this game. We drank and danced and got progressively more bold and frisky. Soon we were grinding on the dance floor and he kissed me, grabbing my ass cheeks and pushing my crotch hard into his now hard cock straining to bust the button of his pants. I reached down and grabbed it and was shocked by the size. My husband is about 5.5” and honestly has the perfect curving gspot tool, but I didn’t really think I could take or want much more. I couldn’t tell how big my basque boy was except that he was significantly larger than my husband. I actually had always been scared of big dicks and not attracted to them at all; a friend of mine ended up in the hospital because of her horse dicked boyfriend. But I had been beyond the point of return for a while now. I noticed my best friend came in the door and I didn’t stop grinding against him. I didn’t give a fuck. She gave me a bemused look and watched me for a bit to make sure I was ok.

He asked me if I wanted to go back to his place and I said yes so fast I wasn’t sure he heard me but he took my hand and pulled me out of there. He only lived a few blocks away and so we walked, stopping to make out and grope each other along the way. At a stoplight he slid his hand down the back of my pants and slid his finger from clit to ass and my gushing pussy covered his hand. and he was ecstatic at how wet I was so I put his wet finger in mouth and sucked on it.

We got to his place and he asked me if I wanted a drink. I couldn’t believe that the next thing out of my mouth was “no I want you to take me to your bed and fuck the living shit out of me right now!”

He didn’t argue and very soon we were naked in his bed. His body felt so good on mine. He was very fit and sensual. He sucked on my nipples and kissed down my belly until he got to my pussy and rubbed the outside of my lips and circled his tongue around my clit. I got even more turned on when I saw his face soaked with my juice and felt like I was going to explode. I flipped over and put his cock in my mouth, or rather tried to. My poor little jaw started cramping pretty quickly and he could tell I was struggling. I was nervous but knew I had to try and take it, but my TMJ wasn’t helping either.

“Soooo…. Should I get a condom now?” He asked me. “Fuck!” I said. “I forgot condoms, not that the ones I have would fit you anyways.” “No it’s cool, I’ve got some.” I stopped him and explained my latex allergy and how the combo of that and his donkey dick would do terrible things to me. I’m a plump curvy milf now, but this was pre-mom and I was a petite 5’6 and about 120 pounds.

He was very gracious and told me he really wanted to get me off and asked if there was something else I wanted him to do.

I laid down on my back and put my legs in the air and begged “please please fuck me right now. Bare. Give me that cock please!” “Ok baby”. He did not argue. As he climbed between my legs I put my hands out and stopped him, and told him I squirted a lot when really excited and if that was ok, and he said “fuck yeah!”

We deeply tongue kissed while our bodies slid around together and he positioned the head of his cock right in the perfect spot and pushed in just a little, and I moaned so loud. He pushed in a little further but it was hard work in spite of how wet I was. He was enormous and I found myself wishing I could cast a spell and shrink his cock. My best guess is 8” and as thick as somewhere between a mag light and a coke can. I’d heard super hung guys had trouble staying fully hard, but his was like a rock. He slowly started working it in and out until he started fucking me with about 4” of it. It hurt but also felt so amazing and I was so turned on the pain just felt good too. I felt myself relaxing and taking it more easily which kept exciting me more. I pulled my legs up high to put them on his shoulders and tried to shift my ass further under him but I pushed him up higher than I meant to and and he plunged down into me with all of his weight and his cock slammed into my cervix. An explosion of pain waved through my body and I saw white stars for a moment, but I was drunk and full of endorphins and it quickly changed to the best thing I’ve ever felt. My hand flew wildly over to the night table and knocked my phone off and unbeknownst to me pocket dialed my husband (boyfriend at the time) and proceeded to leave him a voicemail of the rest of the encounter 🫣

It only took one more pump and I started spraying like a fountain screaming “oh god oh god fuck me” and similar things. My feet slipped off his shoulders and I wrapped my legs around him and we started rhythmically screwing getting a little faster and faster and tongue kissing deeply. I wanted to get on my hands and knees or climb on top of him but I could not stop under any circumstances. We had scorching hot passionate missionary sex for about ten minutes but it felt like hours. Then, in spite of the booze, he couldn’t handle my tight little squirting pussy anymore and told me he was about to blow. I felt him pulling out and he made it all the way to the head but I was seconds from cumming and squirting again and I couldn’t believe what I was doing as I did it but I pulled him in as hard as I could and wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles and started screaming “no take this fucking pussy take it fill me up fill. Me. Up!” I was cumming and spraying and his cock was pumping me full of cum like a firehose and we were shuddering and shaking and moaning until his balls were completely empty inside my ovulating womb. We kissed and he continued to slowly pump me for a couple of minutes until he got too soft and slipped out. I started rubbing my clit and he slid two fingers curled up to my gspot and one in my ass and I rubbed out three clitoral orgasms before we collapsed into each others arms and fell asleep.

I was WAY too sore for a morning repeat but told him I wanted to see him again soon. My pussy was wrecked and still oozing cum and now a little blood from where he tore my sugar walls, but it was still like a warm glowing soft orgasm. I went and bought a plan B and went home and watched movies and rubbed my clit all day. Husband incredulously asked me about the voicemail and I told him I fell asleep watching porn and must have rolled over on the phone 🤣 I don’t think he ever believed me but I’m confident he was misbehaving himself on tour at least some.