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My first 'almost' affairs
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My first 'almost' affairs I had recently started using online dating sites to<b> meet women </font></b>to have an affair with. My wife has no interest in sex and cares less about what I do anymore. I have had two interesting encounters so far but have yet to experience complete sexual ecstasy. I am learning a lot about these sites. My first encounter seemed too easy, like it was a sure thing. Let's call her Vivian. She was a interesting mix- full figured, with large breasts and a well groomed body and full lips. She seemed a little bit of a cross between Latina and Italian, and a total turn-on. She was a desperate housewife who was dissatisfied by her husband, who was a master of quickies and spent more time in the woods than in the bedroom. We started with heavy chatting and planned to meet on my next business meeting to her area. She started sending pics of her beautifully groomed pussy and I dreamed about going down on her and how good it would feel to enter it. She persuaded me to email her a picture of my cock, to which I obliged. It was awkward to say the least, but it really surprised me how much girth I carried on the bottom of my cock. Then came the meeting. We met innocently enough at Starbucks, which I planned in a way that I could back out if I needed to. I made sure to get my head and face as clean shaven as I possibly could, and donned my best white dress shirt and jeans. She was sporting a long jacket, spike heeled boots with a skirt with dark black stockings. She was a little bigger than I expected but said she hadn't exercised since giving birth to her 5 year old. She was still bubbling with sexiness however. I slipped her a piece of paper with my hotel room number into her hand and we left within five minutes to the hotel. Now you're expecting what happened next to be a vivid tale about how I fucked her brains out. But that didn't happen. She ended up coming back but wanted to tell me she couldn't go through with it because she didn't think she could handle the guilt, but wanted to be polite enough to tell me in person. We ended up talking over coffee for a couple hours about her past drug abuse, and her husband's shortcomings. A disappointment to say the least. My next encounter proved to be a little more interesting, and a little closer to home... |
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