The fab journey #3 - The European
Fucking a married man
Not Mr #2
We met the European before Christmas.
The European. 6ft 5. 40 years old. White. European. Slim.
Our planned walk by the river turned into a dive into a Table Table just after they stopped serving breakfast due to the heavens opening. We had coffee and we chatted. He was the first person we met that looked so much better in person than in his pictures. He was taller than he said he was, he was handsome, and although he looked his age it was in the best way.
The social
Still not knowing how to dress for a social I'd opted for a short flowery dress that definitely showed off the girls, a good push up bra and crotchless tights/those tights that are kind of like suspenders. With the walk planned I'd added on doc marten style boots and a chunky cardigan. My hair was half tied up with a bow in it and my makeup was natural and (hopefully) cute. Aiming for the mix of cute, sexy and comfy. On seeing him, the little voice in my head was getting louder saying he would not be interested in me. We were committed though so we headed in and I sat at the end of the table between him and Mr. I was within touching distance for the first time of meeting someone.
The conversation was easy - the fact he was married and had gone on this journey with his wife brought some comfort. The fact he was European meant he had more in common with Mr. But more than that, the way he looked at me, at my cleavage, the fact he couldn't keep his hands off my legs made my stomach flip and my knickers wet. He seemed to be interested and even me, the one that is completely oblivious to any interest in me, could see that he was keen. We left the social and I was desperate for Mr. We weren't even in the car and I was touching him and had his hand between my legs. We drove the 20+ minutes home, put the youngest down for a nap and fucked. Short, intense and everything I wanted. This was a good sign for the European.
The delays
We continued to message to find a date. We both had busy family schedules that would always take priority but every other week we could make a couple of hours childfree that he was also available. We booked in the next slot. Eagerly arranging childcare we were both excited for this one. In the days leading up to it, The European messaged to say his child was sick. I instantly thought this was his way of backing out and with Christmas a week away it would be at least 2 or 3 weeks until a new date could be found. Day of the original meet came and as expected he was unable to make it. It didn't hit my self esteem in the way I expected it too but I did write off us having a meet with the assumption that this was his polite way of saying 'No'.
I was wrong
Lo and behold, January came and the new date he suggested came and he was messaging to confirm. His messages were dirty, explicit and apparently he was very keen to get his hands on my pussy!!
We dropped the youngest to a neighbour at 9.30 but we needed to collect her before 11.30. The European was due at 9.45 so I had 15 minutes to dress in the requested black lingerie, stockings, heels etc (it's always black that is requested!). With a Tiktok shop 'satin' robe flung over I raced downstairs as he pulled on to the drive. Mr hobbled to the door on crutches to let him in while I poured a drink.
The entrance
The European walked into the living room, took one look at me and walked straight up and grabbed me. He felt like an octopus as I am sure there were a dozen hands over my body as he grabbed my boobs, my arse, his hands roughly rubbing at my knickers. If passion was the request, The European was delivering. He felt confident, assured. He knew his way around a woman's body and had his hands slipped into my knickers and straight inside me within moments of arriving. He looked at Mr with a smile saying "She's wet for me". And I was. I was absolutely soaked for him. For me, there is no better feeling than being desired and he made me feel like I was everything he wanted in that moment.
The fuck
He wasted no time in exploring every part of my body. I'd put on my pretty flower nipple clamps for him but he was ravenous to get at my boobs, and he was rough. I loosened them enough to pull them off and then he had his mouth over my nipples. The huge smile on his face as he said how perfect my nipples were. I've breastfed four children who were all boob monsters and even the 2 year old still loves my boobs having only stopped feeding a couple of months ago. She cuddles them and kisses them and shows so much affection but my kids are nothing compared to the adoration The European had for my boobs and nipples.
He pulled his clothes off and his big cock stood to attention. I was quickly on my knees to start sucking it. It didn't taste as good as Cobra but it was fun and he absolutely loved it. He made sure to move to give Mr the best possible view of his wife sucking another man's cock. I pushed him deep into my mouth and then harder still so he could go down my throat. Wet, sloppy, noisy, and The European loved every moment. He was good with his hands, fingering my soaking pussy as I sucked him. He asked if I was ready to have his dick slide in. I was more than ready. The European gave me a hard pounding. The only word to describe him. He had a hard cock and he fucked HARD. After a good fucking I went back to sucking his cock and Mr joined in with his magic hands to make me cum. The European remarking on me being a greedy girl needing 2 guys to make me cum. Not a way I considered myself but maybe... just maybe....
The European finished on my face. Except his load was so big it covered my face and boobs.
I cleaned up and then Mr requested I put on a show for The European. He gave me some of my toys - this time my rainbow unicorn dildo - and I lay back to show them me using it. They both had turns pounding me with the toy before The European was ready for round 2. Running out of time, he didn't get to finish again but he respectfully left to give Mr and I time for our own fun before rushing to our friend's with messed up hair and a cum stained face to collect our child.
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