[m/f] Super hot sex with a divorced church lady | 2016

I have a pretty messed up sex life. In addition to a long-term fuck buddy, I’ve had several side flings. All unprotected sex, with some pretty bad consequences. These stories are true.

I used to travel to Houston for work, and I met this lady named Nancy (her real name) who worked at a church office. She was in her early forties and I was 31. She was divorced and had a teenage son. She looked like your average mom. She wasn’t chubby, but not slender either. Real bubbly personality, with brown eyes and shortish brown hair. She dressed like you’d expect a person who worked in a church office.

Nancy and I worked together on projects, on and off, for about two years, and got to know each other pretty well. On one trip, she knew I was staying in town for several days. Surprisingly, she asked me if I would help her put together some storage shelves for her garage. We’d never done anything outside of work, and going to her house never crossed my mind. But I had time to kill, so I agreed.

Her house was surprisingly nice for someone who probably made less than $30k a year. She told me later that her ex-husband was wealthy, so she was getting good alimony. It was a normal brick ranch from the outside, but on the inside it was fancy, almost gaudy. It had white marble floors, which I found to be really incongruous for that kind of house. Anyways…

We drove her SUV to the box store and bought the shelves. It felt kinda weird because we were talking like two regular people, not like professionals as we always did. I thought I was detecting some flirty comments and body language, but was scared to reciprocate, because what if I’m wrong?

We get back to her house and unload the shelves. Instead of putting them together, she says, “I didn’t give you the full tour.” So she walks me through this house, which is remodeled like a freaking mansion. She shows me her son’s room, which is a tricked-out gaming lair. He’s super geeky, doesn’t talk when she introduces me, and just goes back to his game. She shuts his door.

The last room is the master bedroom. The master bath alone is bigger than most bedrooms, all white marble. We chat for a while in the bathroom, which is really odd. Then she says, “I have to pee. I’ll meet you back in the living room.”

On my way to the living room I’m trying to decide where this is headed. I’m feeling horny at this point. When she comes out, I just walked across the white marble floor and met her in the middle of the room. I sort of hugged her and asked, “Can I kiss you?” My heart was beating double time.

Nancy arches her eyebrows and says, “Really?” A slight pause. “I thought we were just friends. But okay.” We start kissing and her lips felt unbelievably good. We pause and she says, “I can’t believe you want to do this with me.” We kiss some more and my hands start exploring her ass, and I can tell she likes it. She says, “Let’s move somewhere else so my son doesn’t catch us.”

We went into this little room off the kitchen and start kissing a lot more passionately. At some point she said, “I haven’t done this in a long time.” I decided to see how far I can go and start feeling her breasts. She doesn’t stop me. I start to grind into her so she can feel my erection. She’s definitely liking it. I move my hand to feel her vagina through her pants. She breathes heavy into my mouth. Another hand up her shirt. She pushes her tongue harder into mine.

I unclasped her pants and put my hand down, right under her panties, with my middle finger sliding over her slit. She was ultra wet. She whispers in my ear, “That feels so good. Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop if you want.” I pushed my finger inside her. She felt lusciously wet and silky inside.

There was a little bench in the room and we sat down. She was on my right, so I was using my left hand to finger her. It felt awkward to me but she was obviously loving it. I slipped three fingers inside her and was grinding her clit with the heel of my hand. We had stopped kissing and she was just focusing on her pleasure. Suddenly she squeezes up her face into a grimace and start convulsing on my fingers, saying, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” It was amazing to see an average-looking mom orgasm like that.

She leaned back and just looked at me. Her face and neck were totally flushed, like she’d just run a mile. She whispers, “We can’t have full sex right now because I don’t want to get caught. But I want to get you off.” I help her undo my belt and zipper, and she takes out my hard penis. She took it in her hand and looked at it, sort of admiring it. I wish I could remember exactly what she said. It was something simple like, “Ooo, I really like that,” then she leaned over and put it in her mouth.

I didn’t last long. The way she sucked was like nothing I have ever felt. She wasn’t moving my cock in and out of her mouth; it was more like her tongue and cheeks were pulsating and massaging my whole head and shaft. I gently put my hands on her head. “I’m going to cum soon,” I said. “Mmmm,” she moaned. A few seconds later, I breathe, “Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” “MM-MM,” she moaned louder. I erupted inside her and she didn’t stop doing that amazing cock massage with her mouth. She actually stayed there until I started getting soft. Then she sat up next to me and smiled, her face still flushed. For the first and only time in my life, I kissed her and tasted my cum in her mouth.

All this is true, even the small details. Nancy and I had sex four or five different occasions over about a year. After that first time, it was always at my hotel room when I travelled to Houston. I remember telling her very directly, “Listen, don’t fall in love with me. This is only sex.” I think that offended her a little bit, but she agreed and remained her cheerful self for the rest of our fling. We had a regular thing going where she would come to my hotel, have sex for about two hours, then she would leave.

This next part is going to sound like fantasy, but it is 100% true. Nancy told me that after her divorce, she thought no one would find her sexually attractive, and she resigned herself to being single. After our first hookup, that changed dramatically. She was really getting into our sex sessions. For example, she did this one thing where she would ride my cock and I would beg her to cum, but she would edge and edge just to mess with me. I can still see her face, all grimaced up, red as a beet, six inches from mine, asking huskily, “You want me to cum, don’t you? You're not fucking me hard enough.” Then she would just ride and ride without climaxing, even though she could if she wanted to. She was dirty for a church lady.

One visit in particular stands out. It was January, one of my last visits. She wanted to make it like a date, so we planned to have dinner. She came to the hotel and was really dolled up with black stockings and a short skirt—looking like a woman on the prowl, not her usual mom self. I complimented her like crazy, and I could tell she loved it.

We were getting ready to walk out the door, and she said, “Wait, I have a surprise for you,” and guided my hand up her skirt to touch her pussy. The stockings were crotchless. You would NEVER guess a woman like this would wear crotchless stockings. I’m immediately hard as a rock, and said, “I am going to fuck you right now.” She begged me to wait until after dinner, so there would be some “build up,” as she put it. But I just shoved her down on the bed, pulled my cock out of my dress pants and fucked her. I came inside her in about 30 seconds. Basically I just used her to get off, without any regard for her pleasure.

We went to a sushi restaurant. I remember being amused that a woman in her forties had never eaten sushi. Turns out she didn’t like it, either. There was one memorable part of the dinner, though. During a lull in the conversation, she leans over to me, at a crowded sushi bar, and whispers, “Your cum is running down my leg.” Like I said, pretty dirty for a church lady.

We left the restaurant and got in my rental car. This was around 2003 or 2004, and rental agency gave me a brand-new Chrysler Crossfire. (Side note: if you ever get a chance to drive one of those, do it! Fun little car.) Anyway, we’re super handsy on the drive back. I can’t keep my fingers out of her pussy, which is creamy with my cum. I drove pretty recklessly. When we arrived at the hotel, it was kind of late, and the parking deck was full, so we ended up parking on the top deck (the one that has no roof). This was a part of town where there were all these high-rise offices and hotels. We get out of the car and start making out immediately, just standing there in the cold. My hands are up her skirt, and she asks, “What if someone sees us?” I responded, “God, I hope they do.” We ended up fucking on the hood of that Chrysler Crossfire in 40-degree weather, in full view of anyone who cared to look. I told her, “I don’t want to cum yet.” I remember the sensation of pulling my dick out of her warm pussy and feeling the cold air on it before I put it back in my pants.

Back in the hotel room, it was an absolute frenzy of ripping our clothes off. We could not get naked fast enough. There were huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the Westin, and I left the curtains wide open. There was a low leather coffee-table-like thing and I laid on my back, with my feet toward the windows. She straddled me, with her feet on the floor, and my cock slid easily into her pussy. She rode me while I licked her nipples. She didn’t tease me this time, and the way she was riding me I could tell she was trying hard to cum. She finally got that red-faced grimace and started convulsing on me. It put me over the edge and I came inside her for the second time that night. If you were in the hotel across the street, you could’ve looked right in the window and gotten really jealous.

Epilogue:

I don’t really have a “thing” for exhibitionism, and never did it again with Nancy or anyone else. But it was hot as hell that night.

One bad thing is that Nancy was not on birth control, so I was playing Russian roulette, which I’ve basically done my whole life with disastrous consequences. Fortunately not that time though.

Several months later, Nancy and I had a pretty hot phone sex session. She told me she had started masturbating a lot more after our fling, like twice a day.

One night she called me and invited me to go on a family vacation with her and her son. I thought that sounded awkward, so I declined. Soon after that I got a different job and didn’t travel to Texas anymore. We fell out of touch. In retrospect, though, I wish I would’ve kept her number.

Nancy, if you’re reading this, look me up on Facebook. Sorry I called your son geeky. I’m sure he’s a well-adjusted young man now.