Happy home saviour

I must say I am not an epitome of evil nor do I seek to ruin a happy love live. It just so happens that I seem to attract the dismal in distress.

Plus I have luckily so far not been used as a punching bag by jealous husbands. Go figure. Apparently the husbands were grateful because they were already cheating before I slept with their wives.

Now this one particular case in the early 90's when I was in my early 20's, I met this hot lady who was about 14 years older than me. I met her at a bar. Denise I will call her here, not her real name. She met me at a strip club. I being 21 years old then jumped to the opportunity. I didn't know she was married but I wasn't concerned. I was punch drunk and she said I was a cute dancer busting a move on the floor to some 90's dance tunes as the strippers were doing their thing. She asked me if I came often. I said not really. She took me home because she felt she could trust me. How you ask? I didn't give off the pervert vibe most guys had in there.

In fact Denise told me she liked my moves and I seemed out of sync in that place. Like I didn't belong there. She was quite attractive. This was in Toronto. I took the train to her place way up by Young and Bloor.

She had quite the figure. I have a penchant for medium plump size woman. Like a craving or some kind of plump magnet. I don't care for the Barbie doll types. Skinny, small boobs no ass types. No...

Denise was the package. Bubble bum, 5'7, French with 38Ds. She was from Quebec. Loved her accent. I saw pictures of a man and a girl with her. She then told she is in a messy divorce. Caught her husband fooling around with her best friend. I felt so sad for her. She said I was so sweet to feel for her. She told me she is tired of being left out of fun. I would be her toy for the night. We kissed for several minutes until she took off her shirt to reveal those big fucking 38D cups inside a black lace bra. If I felt as though I was going to blast a load, that was it. Fuck were they big and sexy. I regained my composure because had my adopted mom taught me to have stamina. So I decided to play my cards right.

Denise also had her tubes tied. I sucked on her large nipples for quite some time. She guided my hand to masterbate her. I drove her to climax in 15 minutes. She was screaming in pleasure and told me to continue and not stop. The aroma in the room started smelling sweet. She gushed countless loads on the couch.

She then told me to eat her out. I placed my face on what smelled so nice. I licked her clitoral area softly and she tpld me to stick a finger inside her pussy. It felt warm and I rubbed the inside of her pussy while tasting the salty clit with my tongue. In ten more minutes she blasted what appears to be clear warm water coming from her pussy. She let out a holler.

She then told me to take out my 6.5 inch cock and she guided it in with a smile. She said her ex husband was two inches bigger but he didn't fuck her right in spite of having a daughter with him. She wanted something smaller since her husband used to hurt her by fucking her to hard. She would tell me that he fucked her for 10 minutes until he came. After that he would go to sleep.

We fucked til the sun came up and well close into the afternoon. When we woke up, we fucked some more. Doggy style, anal, and missionary position both of taking turns of who was on top.

She was well spent. I dated her for a short time. I didn't care to look after someone else's child. Besides the husband was having custody of that child. I too had recently broke up with some who also cheated on me. It is emotionally painful yet I feel that if a woman cares about you enough for her to feel she wants you, go for it. Just don't destroy a family because your horny. Married or otherwise. Be sure both parties are comfortable and both are consenting to the fun activities of suspense and excitement.

I would have another story about a similar situation some 22 years later in life. Again, the husband was abusive but that is for another story in another genre...