Meeting a Local Milf

I have always been excited by taboo sexual experiences which is why I took full advantage of meeting up with a vibrant, petite, sexually curious 50 year old asian woman whom I met on Tinder. Her profile was vague; her photos showed none of her face, but they were consistent and high quality; it felt like a genuine account. Her bio read something along the lines of: “Seeking a confident, clean, and handsome young male. ENM My husband will be there”

Immediately my heart began to race as I sent over a super like. Later that day we were in conversation and it was all business which made it hard for me to keep my dick in my pants. We moved to snapchat and I requested her to send a selfie to confirm it was her. She confirmed that it was her and sent some nude photos along with it. Fuck, I was so down. We agree to a date a week from the day and she asked me to be clean shaven and not to masturbate for at least three days leading up to it. This turned me on even more and I seriously could not stop thinking about it every minute of the day.

I was 18 at the time and told my parents I was going on a tinder date, which wasn’t entirely false. I texted one of my friends very non explictly what was happening on the off chance it went wrong… but it did not. 

I made the 40 minute drive and pulling up to the house had a 180 bpm and could’ve shit and thrown up at the same when walking to the door. But this nervousness went away almost immediately when she met me with a hug and welcomed me inside. I could tell she was nervous too yet, she also had a very comforting energy. She was short, beautiful, and looked very young for her age. Her bio said 38 but I later found out she was in her early 50’s. Then down the stairs came her husband. He was an intimidating figure, ex-military and about 6 foot. We shook hands and even though I knew he was going to be there, in my head I kept thinking “what the actual fuck is going on???” They offered me some of their fresh picked blueberries and she asked me what my favorite color was as she entered her bed room closet. I said purple and she disappeared. Her husband and I did some small talk but he seemed like a great guy. I wondered what he was thinking. Moments later, she invited me into the bedroom and her husband began setting up cameras. I was like, cool. She eyed me up and down and asked to take my shirt off. Okay here we go-

We very sensually held each other and looked at each other, then began to kiss. She knew her body very well… Our hands went everywhere and almost immediately her’s slipped beneath my underwear. I rushed to unbuckle my pants but she stopped me as she lowered to her knees. With this I looked up and her husband gave me a thumbs up. Again, “what the actual fuck is going on?” what ever it was, I was here for it. She was not timid about going down on me and pushed me back onto the bed. The bed was in the exact center of the room and had no head or foot board, just bed. The room was also all windows showing the New Hampshire countryside, but it was all their private land. I was later sent a few of the shots taken this day and it was truly a remarkable scene. But that is not the point, here is what happen next. We moved to the middle of the bed and I whispered to her that I wanted her to sit on my face, as I have an S+D kink, one of my many. She was happy to do that and authoritatively pinned my arms down with her ankles as she teased me. All I could see was her panties and I was seriously throbbing. She sat on my chest as she slid her underwear off, still pinning my hands, and in reverse cowgirl position slid back and sat on my face. If I wasn’t someone who typically lasts for a long time, I would’ve busted right there, but we keep it going. She spun a 180 and was now looking down at me. She grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts. She continued to hump my face. I moved my hands around her body and hoised her up higher filling my hands with her ass. After who knows how long, she slid from her knees down to all fours, still ontop, and edged my dick around her pussy. It was hot and wet; I was impressed considering what I expected from a 50 year old. Hey, perhaps she was having a good time aswell. 

She slid me inside her and I threw my hands over my head, as I had to hold myself back from busting. As close as I was, we had lots more sex and I just completely forgot about the husband. Eventually though, I looked over to see him with his pants at his ankles and hard dick in hand. This excited me, not because I was thinking it was for me, but because it reminded me that I was cucking his wife. With this thought in my head I was finally able to climax; we were in missionary and I felt the deep sensation of a nut that I’d been craving for the last half hour. I pulled out and crawled up her body to stick my dick in her mouth. I couldn’t hold the first rope in and it hit her in the belly button but I got the next four in her mouth. She held them there and swished them around, and eventually let half of it drip out of her mouth and swallowed the rest. I was hot, she was sweaty, but she wasn’t done as her husband came over to take photos of her covered in my cum. He eventually put the camera back on the tripod and had sex with her. He was quick, which makes sense considering he had been hard for the last half hour. I went to the shower, which was in the same room and washed/cooled while they finished off the good work. I didn’t even try to wrap my head around the situation while I was there. I gave them both highfives, as a freshman in college would, and thanked them for having me over. They saw me out but not before the husband gave me a small baggy of some homegrown bud he had. Earlier I had asked him what the loud smell was coming from and after that I was on my way. That was the icing on the cake and they excitedly invited me over again as soon as I was available next. Later that week they sent me parts of the footage and I was sold to make it happen again. We did meet up a couple more times, but the “Eiffle Tower” is for another story…