I’m a 39 year old single mom and as the title says, I did very naughty things. Multiple times, which started about a year ago during birthday celebration, and it’s just us as everyone got tipsy already. Caught in the dim light of my bedroom. His eyes are locked on mine, daring me to make the first move.
“So, Mrs. Thompson,” he says, his voice low and teasing, “what really brought you out to the kitchen so late?”
I shift uncomfortably, pulling at the hem of my dress. “Couldn’t sleep,” I reply, trying to sound casual. “Thought I’d get some water.”
He steps closer, his presence overwhelming in the small room. “Just water?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Or were you looking for something… or someone?”
I swallow hard, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “Maybe both,” I admit softly.
His smile widens, revealing a playful glint in his eye. “Well, I’m glad I ran into you then.” He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You know, I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”
My breath hitches at his touch, and I can’t help but lean into it slightly. “Juan, we shouldn’t—”
“Shh,” he interrupts, stepping even closer until there’s barely any space between us. “It’s just us here, no one else has to know.”
His lips press against mine, firm and demanding, and I find myself melting into the kiss. His tongue teases mine, exploring with a hunger that leaves me breathless. He pulls back slightly, our foreheads resting together, and whispers, “Tell me what you want, Mrs. Thompson.”
The words hang in the air, heavy with promise. “I want you,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “But we can’t…”
He chuckles softly, running his fingers down my arm. “Why not? It’s just us, remember?”
I hesitate for a moment, then nod, unable to resist the temptation any longer. “Alright,” I finally agree. “But it has to be quick, and quiet.”
He grins, stepping back slightly and pulling off his shirt, revealing a toned chest that makes my mouth go dry. “Your wish is my command,” he says, his voice dripping with amusement.
I reach for the hem of my dress, hesitating only briefly before lifting it over my head and tossing it aside. Juan’s eyes darken as they rake over my body, and I feel a flush of pride at the appreciation in his gaze.
He closes the distance between us again, his hands sliding around my waist. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss my neck. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can’t help but moan softly as his lips trail lower, nipping gently at my collarbone. “Juan, please,” I beg, my voice trembling with desire.
He pulls back, giving me a wicked grin. “What do you want, Mrs. Thompson?”
I bite my lip, staring into his intense eyes. “I want you inside me,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with need.
His eyes flare with excitement, and he wastes no time, lifting me onto the bed and positioning himself between my legs. I spread them wider, welcoming him, and he presses the head of his cock against my entrance, teasing me with just the tip.
“Tell me to stop if you want me to,” he says, his voice strained with restraint.
I shake my head, desperate for release. “Don’t stop,” I plead.
With a growl of satisfaction, he thrusts into me, filling me completely. We both gasp at the sudden fullness, and I arch my back, riding the wave of pleasure that washes over me.
Juan sets a slow, steady pace, his hips grinding against mine with each thrust. I run my hands over his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax with each movement. “Harder,” I cry, my voice breaking with the intensity of my need.
He obliges, picking up the pace and driving into me with more force. I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as the pleasure builds within me. “Yes, yes, like that,” I moan, my body trembling with anticipation.
Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving me gasping for more. “Turn over,” he commands, his voice thick with desire.
I obey instantly, getting onto all fours and presenting myself to him. He positions himself behind me, his hand smoothing over my ass before guiding his cock back into my wetness. The angle is different, deeper, and I cry out at the sensation.
Juan grabs my hips, using them to guide his thrusts. Each powerful stroke pushes me closer to the edge, and I can feel the orgasm building rapidly. “Come for me, Mrs. Thompson,” he whispers, his voice a dark promise in my ear.
With a scream of release, I come, my body shuddering and twitching under his relentless assault. Juan follows quickly after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he fills me with his seed.
We collapse onto the bed, panting and sweaty, our bodies still twined together. Juan kisses my shoulder, his lips lingering there for a moment before whispering, “You were incredible.”
I turn to look at him, my heart still racing from the intensity of our encounter. “That was… unexpected,” I admit, my voice shaky.
He laughs softly, stroking my hair. “No regrets?”
I shake my head, a small smile playing on my lips. “None.”
He leans in, capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. “Good,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Because I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”
The taste of Juan’s skin lingered on my lips as he pulled away from our kiss. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and the room was thick with the scent of our arousal. I could hear the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, the sound of our breath mingling in the dimly lit room. The sensation of his cock deep inside me was almost too much to bear, but I wanted more. I needed more.
“Juan,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper, “I want you to take me again. Harder this time.”
He looked at me, his dark eyes smoldering with desire. Without a word, he flipped me onto my hands and knees, positioning me perfectly for him. I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance, and then he thrust forward, filling me completely. The intensity of it made me gasp, but I welcomed the feeling, arching my back to take him deeper.
He grabbed my hips, holding me steady as he pounded into me from behind. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My nipples were hard, rubbing against the sheets as I moved with him, my body responding instinctively to his rhythm.
“Yes, yes,” I moaned, my voice growing louder with each thrust. “Fuck me, Juan. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He reached around with one hand, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in circles as he continued to thrust into me. The combination of his cock inside me and his fingers on my clit was too much. I cried out, my orgasm washing over me in waves. My walls clenched around his cock, milking him as I came.
But Juan wasn’t done. He kept going, his pace unrelenting as he rode out my orgasm. I could feel his balls tightening, signaling that he was close. “I’m going to cum,” he panted, his voice strained with effort.
“Inside me,” I urged. “Cum inside me, Juan.”
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me and came. His release triggered another wave of pleasure for me, adding to the ecstasy of the moment. We stayed like that for a few moments, both of us catching our breath, our bodies still joined together.
When he finally pulled out, I turned to face him, my eyes locking onto his. “That was amazing,” I said, smiling softly. “But I think we have time for one more.”
His eyes widened slightly, and a grin spread across his face. “What did you have in mind?”
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “Let me show you something new.”
I took his hand and led him over to the bed, where I knelt down on all fours again. This time, however, I positioned myself differently, offering him something different. “Go slow,” I instructed, glancing back at him over my shoulder. “This is your first time.”
He nodded, his eyes focused intently on what he was about to do. I felt his fingers brush against my ass, teasing me before he pressed the head of his cock against my tight entrance. It took some work, but eventually, he managed to push inside, inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left me trembling. It was his first time doing Anal sex after all.
Once he was fully sheathed inside me, he paused, giving me a moment to adjust. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.
“I’m fine,” I assured him, though my voice shook slightly. “Just keep going. Slow and steady.”
He obeyed, slowly pulling out and then pushing back in. Each movement was deliberate, building the tension between us. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, along with the occasional moan or grunt of effort. I could feel every part of him inside me, the way he stretched me, the way he filled me.
As he grew more confident, his pace increased, and I could feel the familiar buildup of another orgasm. This time, I wanted to drag it out, savoring the intensity of the experience. I reached back with one hand, my fingers circling my clit as Juan continued to thrust into me from behind.
“Yes, Juan,” I gasped, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. If anything, he intensified his efforts, driving into me with renewed vigor. I could feel his hands gripping my hips tighter, his breaths coming faster and harder. And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, I came again, my body convulsing around his cock as waves of pleasure overtook me.
Juan followed me over the edge, his release coming seconds after mine. He collapsed onto the bed beside me, both of us panting heavily. For a moment, we simply lay there, our bodies still tingling from the intensity of what we had just shared.
“Wow,” Juan said finally, breaking the silence. “That was… incredible.”
I rolled over to face him, a satisfied smile on my lips. “We should go twice more, maybe three times. But not tonight. Tonight, let’s just rest, okay?”
He nodded, his eyes heavy with exhaustion but also with contentment. “Sounds good to me, Mrs. Thompson.”