It was 6:19 I was sitting at my kitchen table, the scraps of dinner all over the table, the kitchen was still a mess from cooking it. All the kids had long abandoned me at the table and I sit there and C (did I call him my starter) from last week popped into my mind. I formulate a text which is very brief are you free and do you want me to come over, I can be there at 7. I reluctantly and after much thought push send. I was not even sure if I wanted dick, but something was nagging at me that I did not want to let this opportunity get away from me and I should just ask if he is free. I hit send then I get up to do the dished. I go to sit my phone done on the kitchen counter and I hear the ding. He is in. If I move fast I can make this work. I need to shower, brush my teeth, throw on some clothes and get in the car in 10 mins to get there by 7 so we can fuck for no more than an hour and be back home to put these kids to bed. I get it done. I did in this very bold text tell him "I only have an hour, 45 minutes would be better". I got there he was pleasant as he was before. He sees I'm nervous, he made mention to it. I just kept indicating that I need the dick Put the dick in my mouth and I will settle down. He says he notices that I am shy. He gives me his dick and I suck it. I again I like sucking it, I deep throat it a little, He lays down on the bed and he plays with my pussy while I suck his dick. This was new, it was liked he wanted to slow things down, but Idk what he likes, Im not even sure I have even asked him. He did touch me more than last time which was good but I still feel like we are perfect strangers. I leave my shirt on again. I am not sure why exactly I am doing this but if he does seem to want to touch them or see them I ll just leave it one. Makes life simpler right? This time he stands on the edge of the bed, and I back my ass up to him. And here comes that moment when I feel his dick parting my lips and pressing the sides of my vagina as he enters my body. He slowly pushed his dick all the way in and it felt amazing, hitting all the right spots. It fills me up but does not leave me in pain. He takes his hands and puts them right one my hips like squeezing my hip bones with his hands in order to get a better grip. Right around he I have my first orgasm which was a deep orgasm. It was generally at this point that I became much less aware of my surroundings. I don't think it was "forget my own name" orgasm but it was close. We fucking like this the whole time. He spanked me a lot, hair grabbing and a very fine moment of him holding my throat. I was back in my car 40 minutes later. Hallelujah could it be a man that can fuck me like a fucking stud and get me out of this place in 40 minutes. I was going to be home earlier than expected. WOO HOO... Let me sum this up.
This single mom of 3 just got fucked GOOD, on a weekend evening, still managed to make dinner and do baths and bedtime at home. I came so much that I entered that altered state of awareness aka the zone, I have something like an orgasm as I was driving down 95 on my way home. My body feels good. I don't feel mom guilt about being away to long and there was no drama. I just can't ask for anything more.
Although on the way there I was in my head thinking about how do I get this man to slap me in the face. I really want to be slapped in the face. Not like leave a mark but some sting. It sometimes hard to ask for what you want for me almost always. I don't know how to work that into a conversation at this point, but I just want to fuck him again.
Great way to end the week!