My First Time with a Married ManbyYoung_Lust©
*EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS 18 AND OLDER. THIS STORY IS A MIX OF MY REAL LIFE EVENTS, AND SOME FANTASIES. I AM YOUNG AND THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK! ENJOY! :)*
It was months of online conversing and I couldn't wait to finally meet him. I know what they say about meeting people online but Sam was different. Its one of those, "I can tell" feelings. Our relationship wasn't always like this though. It started out as a friendship I was young and he wanted to look out for me, it then turned to intense caring, then it became sexual. We did argue like a real relationship and I would have done anything to be with him. Besides the fact that he was married with children, our large age gap didn't bother me. It turned me on.
We had times when we would stop talking because if we had continued we would get too deep in our feelings and not be able to find a way out. We were never able to be separate for too long. It was when we would take breaks that I would think to myself, "I really love him." Yes we all know its wrong to get involved with a married man, but it was never planned, it just sort of happened. His marriage was close to ending anyway, and I thought to myself maybe he will be with me.
I was on the train traveling to our neighboring state where Sam had resided. This was it I was finally going to meet the man I loved. As I rode on the train I was lucky enough to make it on an empty car, sitting alone. I sat next to the window and had my bag to the left of me. As the train would go I couldn't stop imagining different scenarios of what I hoped would happen. I couldn't help myself starting to get aroused just by the thought of him. The bumpiness didn't help either.
I had finally arrived and was now on my way to the hotel where I would be staying, and where we would meet for the first time. It seems like it'd make more sense for him to come meet me since he is the older man but that's whom he is. He told me what to do and I was pleased to do it. I had a few hours to get ready before meeting him at the hotel restaurant. I decided to take a bath and make sure all of my body parts, including my pussy, were shaved. He had told me in the past he likes a woman shaved. The more I thought about it the more nervous I began to get. Reality hit me; what if what I was doing was incredible stupid? Technically it was. I really had no idea if he would be a murderer or not. What would I even talk about? My heart was racing and I needed to turn on the shower. I always loved to wash my hair with the showerhead instead of in the bath. I always ended my showers the same way, turning the temperature all the way up, and then super cold. As the hot water not only flows over your body it also warms your skin, then the sudden touch of the coldness sends electricity through my body. It's nothing but pure euphoria.
I blew out my hair quick since it didn't need much because my hair was pretty thin. Long but thin. I did my normal makeup routine and finished earlier than I thought which was great since I still didn't know what to wear. I went to my suitcase and pulled out a bag of dresses. I picked out a tight black dress with rouching on the stomach which would be good incase I ate a lot and began to bloat. I looked at the clock and it said 7:30 I was just in time. I decided to take a last look in the mirror. Satisfied with what I saw. I wouldn't say I was gorgeous but I think I was appealing. I had never really been confident due to being 115 pounds with size A breasts. I always got teased that I was anorexic. I learned to love myself, and loved that Sam thought I was beautiful. I walked down through the casino to the restaurant and was escorted to a table.
There he was. I couldn't imagine him looking any better. My knees became weak and I didn't think I would be able to walk the rest of the way in heels without tripping. But I did it. He was my ideal looking guy. Dark hair and eyes. My favorite combination especially since I think that looks good with a blonde hair blue eyed gal, which is what I am.
He looked up at me with his sparkling eyes, "Shana." He paused. "You look stunning." My heart skipped about 10 beats hearing his deep sultry voice in person for the first time. I didn't know what to say. I barely got the courage to say "Thank you. Its so nice to finally meet you."
After eating and a few drinks we decided since it was a nice night that we should go outside by the pool. Luckily no one was there. We sat side by side on one of those swinging chairs. We talked for what seemed like forever until I made a joke and he laughed and then placed his hand on my thigh, a little under the end of my dress. His hand was touching my skin. I immediately became wet. It may be just me but you know the feeling you get when someone touches your leg but you wish it was higher so you just try and make the hand move up with your mind? Yeah it's probably just me but I needed him to raise his hand. I decided to move my left leg and lean it completely onto his. He looked down at me and said,
"I'm so glad I finally got to meet you. You have no idea how much this means to me." His voice was literally music to my ears, and a sexual stimulant to my vagina. My panties were definitely soaked.
I looked up at him with hungry eyes and said, "Me too." I decided to lean over and place my hand on his thigh. Electricity again flowed through me, I was finally touching him and it felt so good. It must have felt good for him because I saw his penis begin to tent in his pants. At the same time he slid his hand up my thigh and said, "Lets go back to my room." I smiled and followed him. He grabbed my hand and I thought I was going to cum. Its hard to understand but I was so young, and believed that I truly loved him.
We entered his room and the first thing I noticed was the scent. Armani. I will never forget it. I began to walk further into his room as he shut the door. He came up behind me and had his right hand on my leg and his left hand on my right breast. He simultaneously squeezed my breast and slid his hand up to my drenched vagina. At this point, my vagina was begging something to be inside. He kissed my neck, and whispered into my ear, "I want you."
That sent my over the edge. I turned around and kissed his lips. For the first time I kissed a married man about twice my age. I can't even tell you how I was feeling because I honestly have no idea. It was a mix of being ecstatic, guilty, horny, ashamed, and happy all in one. Our tongues fought to have dominance and we managed to make our way onto the bed.
He pushed me down with one hand and came on top of me and began to kiss me again. My lips, my cheeks, my forehead, my chin, he didn't miss anywhere. He began to kiss down my body removing my dress before it got in the way. He slid off my soaked panties and I hope he didn't notice how wet they actually were. He cupped my tit with his firm man hands. They were so strong and powerful I was begging for them to be inside me.
He kissed and licked down my legs as he lifted them onto his shoulders and his head disappeared in between them. He kissed around vagina and gave single licks here and there torturing me until he finally gave into me. He licked and kissed and nibbled my pussy and at first I thought I was going to orgasm right away. My breaths were so short there were times I wasn't sure if I was actually even breathing at all. My body arched and straightened like it was my job. His tongue pressed and massaged on my throbbing clitoris as his hands reached around and grabbed my small boobs. As his tongue explored my womanhood my fingers found there way to my clit and began working their magic. And at the same time he poked two fingers into my busy vagina. He managed to pump them in and out about three times before my orgasm. I've never orgasmed from being eaten out before. Most boys I was with were just that, boys and were sloppy and messy. Never felt like that.
I pulled his shirt off as he came up between my legs and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips and it was actually extremely sexy. He zipped off his pants and threw off his underwear and I was ready to fuck him.
"I'm gonna fuck you raw baby." He said as his hard dick pressed against my slit and with my tit in his mouth. My nipples were so hard I was sure they could cut diamonds. My eyes were hungry for his dick and my head was cloudy and I just needed him to fuck me. That he did.
He came up to my face kissed me gently on the lips and asked if I was sure about this. He sounded so sincere I lost my breath. I couldn't even manage to utter a syllable so I answered by taking his penis and inserting it into my vagina. He laughed at my eagerness and said, "Baby I got this don't worry." He started out by slowly shoving his rock hard cock into my pussy, inch by inch. I held my breath as he entered me. It hurt at first and I wasn't sure if I would be able to take his dick. As he slowly pulled back out I gasped and thrust my hips needing him to be back inside me.
"Relax baby. I'm not going anywhere." He laughed again.
He smiled at me and lifted his eyebrows as if saying, "you ready for this?" And I don't think I was. He quickly shoved all 8 inches of his pole into my tight pussy. I let a sound I'm not sure I've ever heard before. He pounded my vagina as his balls slapped my ass. The sweat started to form on him and the room was overcome with the smell of sex. I was having sex with a married man. I've waited for this for months. It wasn't long before I thought I was going to orgasm again, but never go the chance because he wanted to change positions before he came.
He lifted me and put me on my knees and began to fuck me from behind. He pulled my hair back as he slammed his body against my backside over and over again. He pulled me back by my hair and kissed my neck. I tried to turn my head to kiss him, and he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I bit his bottom lip as he let out a moan and I leaned back down and shoved my ass towards his hips. He leaned over and began to play with my clit, as he fondled my breast.
"Cum for me baby. Don't hold back." And I did exactly that. I couldn't hold it in anymore. He continued to massage my clit as my body began to quiver. Heat filled my body then coolness came over me. Just like one of my euphoric showers. My knees gave out and he turned me around and kissed me and held me tight. I began to get embarrassed that he hasn't came yet and I didn't want this to end so I shoved him down and began to mount him. I still wasn't able to get any words out. I don't think I needed to I think my moans could speak for themselves.
I straddled him and didn't even need to guide his cock into my pussy because it was standing straight up. I slid down his pole and he gripped my hips and began pumping me up and down. I took his hands off and held them in mine. I slowed down his pace to super slow as I slowly just rocked my hips back and forth. His eyes rolled back and his mouth flung open. I slowly lifted myself off him and then hovered over him for a second. He did not want us to part he flung m hands away, regained his hold on my and once again began furiously ramming his penis into me.
For an old man he had a lot of energy. He was able to maintain a super fast speed with such strength that I knew I was going to be in pain in the morning. He pumped his hips up and down as he guided my body onto his cock. He grabbed me by the neck and lowered me towards him and engulfed me with a kiss. Every time he kissed me I really did feel fireworks.
"I'm gonna cum inside you baby. Oh fuck baby I'm gonna cum" hearing that sent me over the edge and I was going to cum too. Our bodies convulsed as we shared our orgasms kissing each other as one. I swear I could feel his orgasm and he felt mine, it was just one big orgasm. He kissed me as his cum continued to pump inside me and I could feel it coat the inside of my pussy. He came inside me. We were one. I've waited for this for so long, believing id never sees the day it'd happen. I had my first time with a married man, who I was in love with.
We laid together and kissed each other, as he stayed hard inside me for what felt like hours. He ran his fingers through my hair, kissed my forehead and whispered, "I love you, Shana."
I cried because I have been dying to hear that since the beginning. As terrible as it sounds I hoped I was pregnant so I had an excuse to see him at least one more time. I didn't ruin his marriage either it has been ruined for years. I felt it in my heart that he truly did mean it.
For the first time in hours, I was finally able to speak to my older lover. And I managed to say, "I love you too, Sam." And we fell asleep with each other, and I knew in my gut, this was not the end of this; it was only just the beginning.