How I became the hotwife I am now

[coastalkid]

I've read enough on this website to know that everybody does things their own personal way. My wife knows about my hotwife fantasy. She says it'll never happen but she does do a really good job of teasing me with it during sex. When I think about the reality several things scare me but two are critical, 1) If it results in me receiving less sexual attention then no thanks, I've had tons of that, and 2) I could NEVER go pussy free for very long.

Even if I was too short, too thin, and came too fast I would still want sexual attention (in whatever form that may take). I love sex, all kinds of sex and I've always wanted more! If I had less than I have now I would call it quits even after 46 years of marriage.

I'm sure your husband gets off on the denial and the "change in your relationship". How do you gauge your husband's interest? Is he ever moody or act disinterested? How do you keep him wanting more? I gotta believe that you don't just ignore his experience.

[sandy691196]

Occasionally I give Marc a handjob or a blowjob. But he hasn’t been in my pussy for 5 years now. He just knows that his cock doesn’t bring me anything and he doesn’t mind that. His libido is not as strong anyway. So our intimacy is more about cuddling and kissing.
Romantically there was never anything wrong really. But our sexual relationship changed completely.

I had a long-term boyfriend/bull. But I will come to that in my story soon. No spoilers ;-)

How old were you and Mark when this started?

[Love_And_Lust]

I'm sure your husband gets off on the denial and the "change in your relationship". How do you gauge your husband's interest? Is he ever moody or act disinterested? How do you keep him wanting more? I gotta believe that you don't just ignore his experience.

You are right, every relationship dynamic is different because every person is different. Marc is not a sexual person, at least not as I am and probably not as you are. He was never interested in long wild fuck sessions for example. Of course he has his urges too, but in the sense of intimacy cuddling is way more important to him than fucking. So the arrangement we have now works really good. And when he jerks off he is happy I told him about my dates. He says it’s better then every porn.

How old were you and Mark when this started?

I was 32 and Marc 35.

[sandy691196]

I'm sure your husband gets off on the denial and the "change in your relationship". How do you gauge your husband's interest? Is he ever moody or act disinterested? How do you keep him wanting more? I gotta believe that you don't just ignore his experience.

You are right, every relationship dynamic is different because every person is different. Marc is not a sexual person, at least not as I am and probably not as you are. He was never interested in long wild fuck sessions for example. Of course he has his urges too, but in the sense of intimacy cuddling is way more important to him than fucking. So the arrangement we have now works really good. And when he jerks off he is happy I told him about my dates. He says it’s better then every porn.

How old were you and Mark when this started?

I was 32 and Marc 35.

Steckt Schmerz hinter der Lust?
Schopenhauer seems to suggest that.
Contrived lust to drive away pain.
The eroticisation of pain is something I can relate to. That is what brought me to the LS.

[Love_And_Lust]

A few weeks after my last wild night, I matched with Werner on Tinder. He was 70, but there was something undeniably magnetic about him. From the first message, he was a dirty old man—but in the most charming way. His texts were full of filthy compliments, but there was always a playful warmth to them that made me laugh and feel at ease.

„I bet you have the tightest little pussy, waiting for an experienced man to fuck you properly,“ he’d write. „You won’t be able to walk straight after I’m done with you.“

It was clear Werner was direct, confident, and knew what he wanted—and it only made me more curious.

We decided to meet at a quiet restaurant for dinner. The second he walked in, I was hooked. He had that old-school charm—sharp suit, silver hair, and a twinkle in his eyes. But the real spark came from the way he looked at me—like I was his prey, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

Throughout dinner, his dirty talk continued. By the time dessert arrived, I could feel the tension between us getting stronger. He had been subtly touching me under the table, and I could tell he was as eager as I was. When the waiter turned his back, I slid my hand under the tablecloth and felt for him.

When my fingers brushed over the bulge in his pants, I was surprised by how thick and hard he was. His cock wasn’t just big—it was massive, stretching out against his trousers like it was begging to be touched.

I didn’t hesitate. My fingers traced over the outline, giving it a firm squeeze. „Want to see it? Go ahead, take it out. I want you to feel what you’re about to get.“

I glanced around quickly—nobody was watching. I didn’t need to be told twice. I undid his belt, carefully pulled down his zipper, and fished his cock out of his pants.

It was thick, veiny, and the head was big, like a mushroom and already leaking pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around it, and I could feel the heat radiating from it. The head was swollen, and I pressed my lips to it, kissing it softly as I heard him groan in approval. My heart was racing and I am sure you can guess the situation between my legs.

We finished our drinks, and as the bill was paid, Werner led me out of the restaurant. He drove us to his place.

Once we arrived at his house, things got wild fast. Werner pulled me into his arms, his mouth claiming mine as he pushed me into the living room. He was everywhere—his hands grabbing my tits, his mouth on my neck, whispering filthy things about what he was going to do to me.

He wasted no time, undressing me with urgency, his hands exploring my body. His cock was so sooo hard, and when he slid it inside me for the first time, I felt it all—thick, filling me completely. The head of his cock hit deep inside me, stretching me in a way I absolutely loved.

I was lost in it—his roughness, the way he took control, the sound of his balls slapping against me as he fucked me deep. I came once, twice, each time making me feel like I couldn’t get enough. He was relentless, pulling me onto his cock over and over, forcing me to take it, pulling my hair and spanking my ass with enough force to leave marks.

The night went on, every position, every thrust, made me happier. At some point, I pulled out my phone and sent Marc a quick text: „The sex is amazing. I’m staying over tonight.“ Marc’s reply was quick: „Have fun. See you tomorrow ;-)“

I didn’t think about anything else after that. Werner had me pinned down again, his cock fucking me deep, and I couldn’t get enough.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. Werner was in the kitchen, casually making breakfast, his cock dangling between his legs, like it was trying to hypnotize me. It worked. :-) We fucked once more in the kitchen before I got dressed, my body sore and blissfully tired.

I dressed and reluctantly said goodbye. As I drove home, I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. Werner had made me feel like I was a teenager again—alive, excited, and completely hooked.

On the other hand I was feeling completely fucked out, my pussy red and swollen, my body aching.

As I stepped inside my home, I saw Marc still sitting at the breakfast table, his eyes immediately catching the way I walked in, probably wide-legged like a cowboy.

„Good morning,“ he said, eyeing me with that knowing grin. „So, tell me... Did you have a good night?“

I felt a little flutter in my chest. I didn’t know what it was, but I liked Werner. I liked him a lot. „Yeah, he is a keeper“, I said with a grin.

I couldn’t help but feel a little bit in love with Werner. I had no idea what it meant yet, but I was hooked.

Marc looked at me for a long moment, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he didn’t say anything. He just took a sip of his coffee, the silence hanging between us.

[irishstag41]

Have you feelings for your boyfriend. Have you talked about the possibility of love

[Love_And_Lust]

Have you feelings for your boyfriend. Have you talked about the possibility of love

I am a very emotional person. When it is more than a One night stand, I will develop feelings. I can’t help it. It just happens.

[sandy691196]

But did you "love thy neighbor"? You had an ongoing affair with Stefan. But it remained purely sexual.. right?

[Love_And_Lust]

Yes that is true. That was more to get the sexual satisfaction I craved. Stefan and I never had a real date, went out for drinks or dinner. We met to fuck and then simply parted our ways.

And maybe because it was still cheating I didn’t allow any emotions. But I am not sure about that.

[rascalnvixen]

I just found your thread. I'm enjoying reading all that you have to tell!!

Rascal

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the wonderful description of sex with Werner. Are you still seeing him? Is he exclusive or do you see anyone else as well?

[Love_And_Lust]

So how did it go on with Marc?
Two days after my night with Werner, Marc and I were sitting together in the living room. The kids were asleep, and I could tell Marc had something on his mind.

„We need to talk about Werner,“ Marc said, looking at me carefully.

(Oh by the way, these situations are years ago, of course I can not fully remember what each of us said. But I still decided to add dialog to my description because it is nicer to read. They are at least in my memory close to what we actually said. Let me know if that is bothering you.)

I took a deep breath. „Here it comes...“ I said with a smirk, trying to act cool.

Marc raised an eyebrow. „What’s going on, Jo? Since the night with Werner you’re different. And you keep going on about how great the sex is with him. Is everything okay?“

I shrugged, trying to play it cool, but I could feel my nipples harden at the thought of Werner. „Honestly, Marc, Werner’s 70, but the guy knows what he’s doing. He fucks me like I’m 18 again—he’s strong, confident, rough in all the right ways. It’s... really good.“

Marc watched me, studying my face. „And what does that mean for us?“

I hesitated, tears already forming in my eyes again (I told you I am emotional), then bit my lip. „I have a little crush on him, okay? There. I said it.“ I saw Marc’s expression change to a mix of curiosity and concern. „But that doesn’t change how I feel about you. You’re my rock, Marc. I’m not going anywhere.“

Marc sighed, still looking unsure. „Are you sure about that? I don’t want some old guy coming in and taking you away from me.“

I leaned in and kissed him softly, my hand resting on his chest. „You’re my heart, Marc. Nothing’s going to change that. But, I mean... Sex with Werner just is amazing. He makes me feel so alive, like I’m... well, like I’m fucking young again. It’s like he knows exactly how to turn me on. If you want I can stop talking about it.“

Marc gave a small, teasing laugh. „No no, please keep me in the loop. I guess you really do have a thing for old men, huh?“

I grinned. „Maybe. But honestly? It’s just different with him. And I needed that. But no matter what, I’ll always come back to you.“

Marc leaned back, nodding slowly, then gave me a little smile. „Alright, but just don’t forget who you’re married to, okay?“

„Never.“ I winked. „You’re stuck with me, old man.“

It this is how I got my first steady boyfriend since I married and I will tell you more about what Werner and I experienced together in the future if you are interested.

Thanks for the wonderful description of sex with Werner. Are you still seeing him? Is he exclusive or do you see anyone else as well?

He was my boyfriend for over a year. We were exclusive in the sense that I only fucked other men when Werner was also present.

[coastalkid]

So, you did fuck other men when Werner was around. I'd like to hear about that!

[venus-can99]

Jo, would love to hear more about your experiences with Werner and other lovers and how the relationship with Marc evolved thru those times. It is always a delight to read your posts

[german_gear_2018]

Fellow German here - love reading your story, thanks for sharing!

[german_gear_2018]

Fellow German here - love reading your story, thanks for sharing!

[Bryce 69]

i enjoy hearing about your journey

[Love_And_Lust]

So, you did fuck other men when Werner was around. I'd like to hear about that!

And you will but I don’t want to mess up chronology so here is first Our second date:

When Werner and I scheduled our second date, I was practically buzzing with excitement. The first time had been incredible, and I couldn’t wait to see him again. I spent extra time getting ready, choosing a long, elegant dress with an open back and a high slit up the side—sexy, but still classy. Underneath, I wore lingerie that I hoped wouldn’t stay on for long.

We met at a dimly lit bar, the kind of place where people leaned in close to talk, where the air felt thick with unspoken promises. We took seats right at the bar, our knees almost touching. His hand resting on my thigh. Werner wasted no time picking up where we left off.

A few drinks in, his hand had moved higher on my thigh, fingers teasing under the slit of my dress. Then, out of nowhere, he said it—casual as if he was asking me to pass the salt.

„Take off your panties.“

I blinked at him, heat rushing between my legs. „Here?“

He gave me that wicked smile. „Yes. Right here. Right now.“

I glanced around. The bar was crowded, but the way we were sitting at the corner, no one was paying much attention. Heart pounding, I shifted in my seat, reached under my dress, and with a little shimmy, slid my panties down my legs. I balled them in my hand and placed them in his palm.

Werner chuckled, tucking them into his pocket. Then his fingers brushed against my bare skin, sliding up between my thighs. I sucked in a breath, keeping my expression neutral as his fingers found my wetness.

„So fucking wet already,“ he murmured approvingly, his touch light, teasing. Meanwhile, we kept chatting—about anything and everything—while his fingers occasionally stroked my clit, just enough to make me squirm but not enough to push me over the edge.

When we left the bar, my legs were weak from a mix of arousal and the thrill of being touched in public. As we walked toward his car, Werner suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind a thick hedge.

Before I could even ask what he was doing, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his yummy cock.

„Suck it.“ His voice was a low command.

My pulse spiked, and without hesitation, I dropped to my knees on the damp grass. I wrapped my lips around his cock, tasting the saltiness of his arousal as I took him deep. Werner groaned, grabbing my hair and using it to guide my movements. He was rough, thrusting into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water. I loved it.

His balls slapped against my chin as he fucked my face, his grip tightening in my hair. My pussy ached with need, but I focused on his pleasure, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around his thick shaft.

Then, with a deep groan, he came—hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into my mouth, onto my lips, dripping down my chin. I swallowed what I could, but some of it landed on my cheek.

I reached up to wipe it off, but he grabbed my wrist. „No. Leave it. I want to see you like this all the way home.“

My stomach clenched at the sheer filthiness of it. I nodded, my face still a mess, my pussy throbbing as we walked to his car. The whole drive, I could feel his eyes on me, smirking as I sat there, his cum cooling on my skin, knowing exactly what was waiting for me when we got to his place.

The moment we pulled up to Werner’s place, he turned to me with that wicked glint in his eyes.

„Before we go inside, I want you to strip.“

I blinked at him, pulse spiking. „Out here?“

„Right here. In the driveway,“ he said, his voice firm but playful. „Take off everything before stepping inside.“

The thrill of it shot straight between my legs. I glanced around—his place was secluded enough, but the idea of being completely bare outside sent a rush of heat through me.

I stepped out of the car, and under his watchful gaze, I reached for the straps of my dress, sliding them down my shoulders. The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my bra and shoes.

„All of it,“ Werner reminded me.

Biting my lip, I unhooked my bra, letting it drop, then stepping out of my heels. The cool night air brushed over my skin, my nipples hardening instantly—not just from the cold, but from the sheer fucking thrill of standing naked outside while this 70-year-old man admired me like a prize.

He reached out, grazing his fingers over my hip, down to my bare pussy. „Now walk inside.“

I obeyed, every step making me feel more exposed, more wanted, more fucking sexual than I ever had in my life.

As soon as we stepped inside, Werner shut the door and turned to me with that commanding look.

„On your hands and knees,“ he said. „Crawl to the living room.“

My breath hitched. Fuck.

I dropped down, the hardwood cool beneath my palms and knees.

As I crawled forward, I could feel how soaked I was—really feel it. Every little movement made my slick inner thighs brush against each other, spreading the wetness. I glanced down for a second and nearly gasped. There, on the hardwood floor beneath me, was a faint, glistening trail.

Werner noticed too.

„Jesus, look at that,“ he chuckled, his voice thick with arousal. „You're marking your territory, huh?“

I felt my face heat up, but the humiliation only made me more turned on. I kept crawling, knowing exactly what kind of filthy display I was putting on for him.

By the time I reached the living room, I was trembling with anticipation. My body was on fire, my pussy throbbing, my juices still dripping onto the floor. Werner crouched beside me, running a finger up my inner thigh, collecting my wetness before holding it up to my lips.

„Taste yourself,“ he ordered. And I gladly did.

As I knelt there, I glanced back just in time to see Werner stripping down, his cock already thick and hard, the swollen head bobbing slightly as he stepped closer.

I barely had a second to react before I felt his hands grip my hips, firm and possessive. Then—fuck—without warning, he pushed inside me in one deep stroke.

He was thrusting into me, deep and hard, his feet planted firmly on the floor while I was still on all fours. This way he could fuck me even harder, driving his cock into me with force that made me gasp, my body jolting with every thrust. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me back against him, meeting his powerful thrusts as his cock slammed into me over and over again.

With each hard thrust, the wet sound of our bodies meeting echoed in the room, and I couldn’t help but moan, the sensation of him filling me, stretching me, making me dizzy with pleasure. His low-hanging balls slapped against my clit, adding another layer of intensity to the already overwhelming feeling.

After what felt like hours of pounding from behind, Werner pulled out and laid back onto the couch, his chest rising and falling with exertion. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with desire.

„Come here,“ he growled, his voice thick. „Sit on my face.“

I hesitated for only a second, before the excitement overtook me. I climbed over him, straddling his head, feeling his breath on my pussy as I lowered myself down onto his waiting mouth.

But Werner wasn’t stopping there. As I lowered, he slipped a finger into my pussy, and before I could fully settle, his other hand was teasing my ass, circling around my back hole.

„You’re so fucking wet, Jo,“ he muttered, his tongue flicking at my clit as he slid a finger into my pussy and another into my ass.

The sensation of being filled in both places had me gasping, my body trembling as I slowly rocked against his face, grinding in slow, controlled movements. His fingers were rough but perfect as they worked both holes, making me moan louder and louder with every shift.

It was overwhelming, the combination of his skilled mouth and fingers, and I couldn’t help but get lost in it, completely at his mercy.

After a few more intense minutes of me riding his face, Werner pulled away, his eyes dark with desire. Without a word, he guided me toward the bedroom, pushing me gently onto the bed. He crawled between my legs, his cock already hard again, and positioned himself on top of me.

I spread my legs, feeling the cool sheets beneath me as his body pressed against mine. He grinned down at me, his hands holding my hips as he slid inside me again, making me gasp with each deep thrust. The sound of his body slapping against mine filled the room, and I couldn’t help but moan with every powerful stroke.

But just as I thought it couldn’t get any more intense, Werner shifted his position, pulling back slightly.

„You ready for something different?" he whispered in my ear, his voice low and commanding.

My stomach fluttered.

Before I could respond, he pressed the head of his cock to my ass, slowly but firmly pushing forward. I gasped, my whole body tensing at the unexpected stretch. It felt like I couldn’t handle it at first—like it was too much. I instinctively tried to pull away, but Werner was quick, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place.

„Relax, Jo,“ he murmured, his voice low and soothing. „Trust me. Just breathe.“

I tried to focus on my breath, letting the tension melt away. Slowly, I let him push deeper inside, the burn slowly giving way to a strange, electrifying sensation. As he filled me, I couldn’t help but moan—each centimeter of him stretching me in a way that felt so wrong but so right.

He was slow at first, testing the waters, but as I relaxed into the sensation, he started to fuck me harder, his movements sure and powerful. The feeling of him in my ass was so intense, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt. It felt like I was finally being pushed to the edge of everything, unable to escape the overwhelming pleasure.

I couldn’t even form words anymore—just breathless moans as he drove into me, my whole body trembling with every thrust. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I was lost in the rhythm, completely at his mercy as he fucked my asshole without stopping.

I couldn’t hold back anymore—my first orgasm hit me like a wave, my body jerking violently as I cried out, my pussy and ass clenching in a wild, overwhelming rush.

It didn’t take long before the next wave of pleasure crested, a second orgasm building inside me. My body shuddered again, my breath hitching as I came even harder.

Werner didn’t stop. He kept fucking me harder, his movements relentless, and the sound of our bodies slapping together seemed to echo throughout the room. He groaned, his pace faltering for a moment as he neared his own climax.

With a deep grunt, he finally came, his cock pulsing inside me as he emptied himself, filling my ass with his seed. I could feel his cum, hot and thick, as it surged deep into me, a final push of pleasure that made me moan and collapse against him.

We both lay there for a moment, catching our breath, completely spent from the intensity of it all.

As we lay there, I couldn't help but gently caress his now flaccid and sticky cock. I traced the length of it with my fingers, feeling the heat radiating off him, and it made me smile to myself.

Werner let out a satisfied groan, his chest rising and falling with every breath, before he looked down at me, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

„You really know how to handle a cock, don't you?“ he said, his voice raspy. „Fuck, I’m not sure I’ve ever had someone take me like you did. You’re like a damn machine.“

I laughed softly, leaning in to kiss his chest, still in awe of how well we’d fucked. With my face on his chest and his cock in my hand I fell asleep, satisfied and happy.

[yihong7003]

Great story! Looking forward to your continued story...

[Sanman]

I really enjoy your stories and writings about your adventures. My wife started having boyfriends just a few months into our marriage over 10 years ago. She noticed I was getting aroused to other men looking at her and she asked pointedly, does it turn you on to have other men look at your wife? I had to admit that it did and that's when she said, I want to have boyfriends. I need more, honey, but I have to be your only girl. I quickly agreed and we had great sex that night.
As the years have passed and she has had sex with a good many men, long-term BFs and flings, she has increasingly denied me pussy, saying it's for her BFs. I crave it all the time, and she knows it, but guessing like your husband, we are grateful for what we can get from our hot wives.

[newUK]

Oh my god!! I’ve just found and read this thread. I’m off to beg L for a release after reading that!

Wow. Just wow!

[armyguyot1]

Welcome to the forum yihong7003.

[Love_And_Lust]

So Werner and I had a couple of dates and then decided, it would be time for him to meet Marc:

The doorbell rang, and I felt my stomach do a little flip. Werner was here.

Marc took a deep breath beside me, shifting his weight awkwardly. He was still nervous, but not as tense as earlier—more curious now than anything.

I opened the door, and there he was. Werner stood there, relaxed as ever, a cocky grin on his lips as his eyes raked over me.

„Jesus Christ, Jo. You’re trying to kill me in that dress,“ he said, his voice thick with amusement. „If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get us both arrested tonight.“

I smirked. „You like it?“

Werner stepped inside without hesitation, his large hand immediately finding my hip. „Like it? I’m seconds away from bending you over this couch, sweetheart.“

Marc cleared his throat. „Uh, hey, Werner.“

Werner turned to face him, finally acknowledging my husband. „Marc, my man! Good to finally meet you.“ He reached out, gripping Marc’s hand in a firm shake before giving him a once-over. „I gotta say, you’re a brave fucker. Most men would be crying in a corner right now.“

Marc let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. „Well, I, uh… I just want Jo to be happy.“

Werner grinned. „That’s the spirit! You’re like one of those guys who lets his wife foster dogs, but instead of a puppy, she brings home a filthy old bastard who fucks her senseless. Gotta respect it.“

Marc actually laughed at that, shaking his head. „I… guess that’s one way to put it.“

Werner winked at me. „So, Jo promised me something tonight. And I’m a man who believes in trust, Marc. Very important in a relationship.“

Marc’s eyes flickered with understanding, his amusement fading slightly. „Uh… yeah, she said…“

Werner didn’t wait for him to finish. Instead, he turned to me, grabbing the hem of my dress with both hands.

„Let’s just make sure she’s not a dirty liar.“

Before I could react, he lifted my dress all the way up, exposing me completely.

Marc’s eyes widened as Werner let out a low whistle, taking his time to admire me. „Oh, would you look at that. Bare as the day she was born.“ He turned to Marc, who was staring, blinking rapidly. „Damn, Marc, you’re one lucky guy. Your wife’s got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.“

Marc swallowed hard, his face red—but there was something else there now. A flicker of fascination.

Werner smirked, running a finger teasingly along my inner thigh before letting my dress drop. „Alright, she’s passed inspection. I’ll take it from here.“

Marc exhaled sharply, rubbing his face, but when he looked up, there was a slight smirk. „You’re… really something, man.“

Werner grinned. „I’ll take that as a compliment.“ He clapped Marc on the shoulder. „Don’t wait up, buddy. I might keep her out past curfew.“

Marc shook his head, chuckling. „Yeah, I figured.“

Werner turned to me and extended his hand. „Alright, sweetheart. Let’s go before I decide to fuck you right here in the doorway.“

I felt a rush of heat between my legs as I slipped my hand into his, letting him lead me out the door. As we walked to his car, I glanced back at Marc one last time.

He was still standing there, watching us. But this time, his expression wasn’t nervous anymore—it was something else. He seemed to be relieved and even a bit happy.

And I was happy to be fucked hard again by Werner.

[airhorn]

But just as I thought it couldn’t get any more intense, Werner shifted his position, pulling back slightly.

„You ready for something different?" he whispered in my ear, his voice low and commanding.

My stomach fluttered.

Before I could respond, he pressed the head of his cock to my ass, slowly but firmly pushing forward. I gasped, my whole body tensing at the unexpected stretch. It felt like I couldn’t handle it at first—like it was too much. I instinctively tried to pull away, but Werner was quick, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place.

„Relax, Jo,“ he murmured, his voice low and soothing. „Trust me. Just breathe.“

I tried to focus on my breath, letting the tension melt away. Slowly, I let him push deeper inside, the burn slowly giving way to a strange, electrifying sensation. As he filled me, I couldn’t help but moan—each centimeter of him stretching me in a way that felt so wrong but so right.

He was slow at first, testing the waters, but as I relaxed into the sensation, he started to fuck me harder, his movements sure and powerful. The feeling of him in my ass was so intense, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt. It felt like I was finally being pushed to the edge of everything, unable to escape the overwhelming pleasure.

I couldn’t even form words anymore—just breathless moans as he drove into me, my whole body trembling with every thrust. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I was lost in the rhythm, completely at his mercy as he fucked my asshole without stopping.

I couldn’t hold back anymore—my first orgasm hit me like a wave, my body jerking violently as I cried out, my pussy and ass clenching in a wild, overwhelming rush.

It didn’t take long before the next wave of pleasure crested, a second orgasm building inside me. My body shuddered again, my breath hitching as I came even harder.

Werner didn’t stop. He kept fucking me harder, his movements relentless, and the sound of our bodies slapping together seemed to echo throughout the room. He groaned, his pace faltering for a moment as he neared his own climax.

With a deep grunt, he finally came, his cock pulsing inside me as he emptied himself, filling my ass with his seed. I could feel his cum, hot and thick, as it surged deep into me, a final push of pleasure that made me moan and collapse against him.

Was that your first time taking it in the ass?

[Love_And_Lust]

Was that your first time taking it in the ass?

No, I had anal before, but not in a long time and not with a penis that big.