Sex 101: My College Romp With A Married Woman – Sexual Tendencies

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When the night began, I’d had no intention of spending it with anyone. It was a week before classes and I was doubting my decisions. I figured a night out, as far away from campus as I could get, with copious amounts of alcohol might make me forget everything for a little bit. So I’d cabbed it to the other side of town and found the most unassuming little hole-in-the-wall bar I could find. Sat in the back sulking and nursing a long-neck until saw her walk in.

I always considered myself a straight woman, but that didn’t mean I could appreciate female beauty. And this woman was a stunner. Call it liquid courage, but I couldn’t wait to get to wherever she was taking me. By how fast she was zipping through side streets, she couldn’t wait either.

We pulled up to a little house on a dead-end street. It seemed like an older neighborhood…all the houses were dark. She parked the car and I followed her in. There were boxes everywhere — it looked like she was either getting ready to move out or had just moved in. But that’s not what I was interested in at that moment. And neither was she. She closed the heavy wooden door and without a word, pushed me up against it.

I can’t recall exactly how we made it from the door and up the stairs, but I suddenly found myself on my back and straddled by this woman who was unbuttoning my top. It didn’t hit me as strange until much later, that neither one of us had said a word since we’d left the bar.

She undid the front clasp of my bra and before I knew it, her mouth came down on a fully erect nipple, ravenously. I couldn’t help it, I hadn’t been touched in weeks and the tongue dancing on the sensitive skin was sending my nerve-endings into a frenzy. My back arched to meet her, and I cried out as I felt her fingers on me once more, where she’d just teased me back at the bar.

Without ceremony, the fabric of my panties was pushed aside and she abandoned my nipple as she moved south and buried her face between my legs. It didn’t take long before I could hear my own voice echoing in the mostly empty room and my body was convulsing in time with the rhythm of her tongue.

‘My turn,’ I said weakly but she had other plans. Standing, she stripped off her clothes and that’s when I noticed she’d been fully clothed the whole time. Then she was on top of me again. I still get turned on just writing about this!

She pushed my legs apart, pulling one of them up over her shoulder and straddled me sideways. Then I almost lost it when she pushed her pussy up against mine and started rocking back and forth, rubbing us together. Her long brown hair fell in big curls over her milky skin, small breasts with perky little nipples, I couldn’t help but reach for them as she leaned forward. Her skin was so soft…I squeezed and kneaded, rolling those perfect little nipples between my fingers the way I knew felt amazing.

I was ready to come again when her head fell backward and she let out the sexiest moan as she came, gushing all over my pussy and pushed me over the limit.

We kept rising and falling for the next few hours until the light started coming in through the window. Then she sat up lazily said, “I’ll call you a cab, my husband will be home in a couple of hours.” …wait, your husband?!

I replayed the night in my head for the whole cab ride home…which she was so gracious to pay for… and couldn’t get it out of my head for the following week.

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