An Affair with an older married lady... and the aftermath...

[Shrouded]

Thanks for the support.

Allow me to clarify a few things.

1. I am not like some of the other writers here, I do not know how to describe the events in such detail or clarity.

2. I am a normal human being. I do not have a long monster cock. I am average. I am not saying that everyone who says they have six inches or above is being creative, but I acknowledge that I am Asian, thus average.

3. Therefore please don't expect some pulitzer prize winning piece of work with a protagonist with a huge dick, godly sexual prowess and makes his girls squirt waterfalls.

4. Thanks for reading.

[maddog_mlvn]

Wow at last after 8 pages can read some action. TS keep it the action rolling. Every men hv their own need and requirements, and certain thing will be a turn off. B cup and below will turn me off. Once hv a flat chest fl blow me for 30mins, not even semi erect, no choice call it off.

[Shrouded]

I could tell Ann was really horny from the way she rode me. It was like she did not have sex for quite some time.

I was glad that she managed to get rid of my temporary erectile dysfunction problem, and that she was enjoying herself.

I was worried that maybe she liked her men bigger, longer or stronger. But the way she ground her pussy on me, the way she dug her fingernails into my flesh, the way she nibbled on my earlobes while whispering how good it felt made me feel like a man again.

But I was worried. We never talked about our sexual histories. In the army we had health screening and my last test results were fine, except for my cholesterol which was a little high.

But I didn't know if she was.

I didn't even know her age, or if Ann was her real name.

All I knew was that she was naked, sweaty, and coating my penis with her womanly juices.

The contractions got more intense and frequent, I felt like I was bleeding from the scratches.

She whispered into my ear.

"I'm gonna cum."

I relaxed a little. I had been controlling myself just in case I came too soon. I wanted her to cum first. I didn't want to be both an erectile dysfunctionalist and a premature ejaculator. I would probably go crazy if I was afflicted with both.

Ann let out a loud scream followed by a sigh and laboured breathing.

I expected her to get off, having already came. But she continued grinding, like she was going for multiple orgasms. I had already stopped controlling and her vaginal contractions were driving me crazy.

When I realised she wasn't done, I tried to hold back as well but it was too late.

"Shit! Ann get off! I'm gonna cum!"

She grabbed my shoulder and growled into my ear like an animal.

"Don't you dare cum before I cum again!"

Perhaps that shocked me into submission and I managed to last a couple more strokes. I felt the uncontrollable urge and tried to push her off but she resisted.

"I'm really gonna cum!"

Ann ignored me and continued grinding and humping.

I gave up.

It was such sweet release when the first shot erupted. Ann screamed and ground herself harder. I decided there and then that she was a little crazy.

The second shot spurted out, causing Ann to moan again.

The final shot was accompanied by the most intense of her contractions and a final explosive "OH GOD!" escaping from her lips. She collapsed onto me and planted her lips on mine.

"Thank you."

I was shocked. No one had thanked me for sex before. With my one night stands, it was usually a case of "did you cum? No? Too bad, I did.", then I withdraw, thrown the condom and fall asleep.

Ann refused to get off and we lay there, sticky bodies intertwined. She continued kissing me, slowly introducing her tongue to me. There was something about the way she kissed. Like she was very experienced, or maybe she just really liked kissing. I felt my limp penis slowly slip out of her, followed by the globs of semen. I think I need to masturbate more to prevent such amounts from consolidating.

Cock out, Ann merely shifted a little and lay on me, her sticky pussy on my thigh. She stroked the scratch marks on my chest.

"I'm very surprised."

"About?"

"I didn't expect it to be this good."

"Me neither."

Ann kissed me again.

I decided to raise my concerns.

"We just had raw sex, are you-"

"Ovulating? Let me count. Hmm. Yeah. It's not safe."

"Err..."

"And the amount you shot inside me... wow... I thought you have regular sex."

"No I don't. One night stands are not very often."

She stroked my limp dick.

"I can see why. Haha!"

"Very very funny."

"Well, it satisfied me. I cannot remember the last time I came like this."

"Actually I wanted to ask why you didn't use a condom."

"I didn't want to take the risk of you getting soft when I went to get the condom."

"What about diseases? Pregnancy?"

"I know the army has regular health screening. And I'm clean."

I took her word for it.

"What about pregnancy? You said it wasn't safe?"

"I can always take a morning after pill. Don't worry."

"Next time we'll use condoms ok?"

"Haha! What makes you think there'll be a next time?"

"Erm. I want to have a next time? And many other next times?"

"I'm not looking for a relationship."

Her answer stunned me a little. I wondered what the right answer would be.

"Neither am I."

"So what do you want? We see each other for sex only?"

"Do you want to continue having sex with me?"

Ann kept silent for awhile as if she was thinking of a suitable answer.

"I don't mind a purely sexual relationship. Just as long as romantic feelings don't develop."

I thought about it for awhile. I didn't see how I could develop romantic feelings for someone I didn't really know.

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"Let's have a purely sexual relationship."

Ann giggled, kissed me again, then got up walked unsteadily to the bathroom.

"Hey is that a yes or no?"

She turned back and smiled at me.

"You'll know."

[cncs]

I am slowing becoming your number 1 Fans. Real good story.

[jomround]

I like the script style. It's got a somber tone in it.
Interesting read.
Sexually funny? Funnily sexual?
Anway I was alternating from giggling and having a hard on. Heheh
Keep it up TS.

[Shrouded]

Originally Posted by jomround

I like the script style. It's got a somber tone in it.
Interesting read.
Sexually funny? Funnily sexual?
Anway I was alternating from giggling and having a hard on. Heheh
Keep it up TS.

Glad you enjoy it. I never wanted to talk about my bad experiences, especially here. But after reading the stories here, especially enigmaofsorrow's, I decided to give it a shot.

It's really interesting reading about the life stories of other's. And I can take comfort that maybe mine wasn't that bad after all, especially if those stories are true.

[pilter]

Thank you for sharing your experiences. Resonates with me as I've always preferred ladies older than me.

[EricTanEricTan]

So what was the aftermath?
thank u for sharing...lovely story, crazy woman...reminds me of someone I have been flirting with forever but never did anything!

[coolcam]

Great story~ I believe you must be quite disappointed once you found out she is married.. As I would fall in love with a gal like Ann.

[Five0]

Camping for more

[luvuass]

Ts Pls continue, getting hook lah

[andythai]

well done bro, conquer her...

[fishz69]

Waited 2 days bro for your further updates....

[roastedbird]

nice story...

[Shrouded]

And that was how I got my first fuck buddy.

I wasn't really the type to have sex with the same person regularly unless that person was my girlfriend. Maybe I liked the variety.

Ann was also different. Firstly, she never complained about my body type, size or skill in bed. And she was rich, and loved to flaunt it. Everytime I tried to pay her back for meals, even if it was to split the cost, she would refuse. It never occurred to me that maybe she was paying me for my time, and sex. Even if that was the case, I never felt like a toyboy or gigolo.

All that aside, we got along very well, we could talk to each other, had similar likes and dislikes, and even supported the same football team. She was like a female version of myself.

I guess I was so jaded with relationships that I never did ask if we could be more than fuck buddies.

I had a pretty good relationship with my ex, having been together for that long. Somehow things didn't work out the way we expected. Maybe waiting 10 years for me to finish my army contract was too long. On hindsight, it was a good thing. I had seen so many of my men, and fellow specialists, go through some form of depression after their relationships ended while they were serving their national service. It should have hurt me more, considering how long that relationship lasted, but it did not. Besides, I had a lot of experience "counselling" my men about relationships whenever they came to me, all the standard bullshit like "many fish in the ocean", "her loss not yours" etc., and that made the transition for me a lot easier. I just had to apply my advice on myself.

Perhaps it should have affected me more. Perhaps I should have wallowed around in self-pity a little more. Perhaps if I did all that, I would have taken a lot more time to reenter the single life. Perhaps I would have never met Ann.

I remember the next time we met after that weekend at the hotel.

It was the weekend again, and I was actually very late in meeting her.

I had live firing on Friday, and by the time it ended, I wanted to sleep in until the next morning. But Ann had texted me the night before asking if I wanted to meet, I told her about my live firing and she said it was ok, any time after would be fine.

After the live firing I quickly took a shower and declined the offer of my camp mates to go clubbing, and headed out of camp. Ann said she would pick me up so I waited at the bus stop.

A couple of my camp mates passed by in one of their cars and asked me again if I wanted to go with them, they needed a driver again. I declined politely.

Ann took less than 5 minutes to appear, this time in another car. It was a black Mazda MX5, and the top was down. I wondered if she was secretly working for a car dealership or her wealth was at the "what the fuck" level. This was the third car I had seen her drive in as many meetings.

I got in and we started chatting again. She asked how my day was and I asked the same about hers.

By pure chance, we ended up next to my camp mates at a red light.

"Eh Mark, ask you go clubbing you don't want, actually got hot girl to go out with!"

I merely smiled at them. Ann smiled at them too.

When the light changed, she drove off, leaving them behind in a cloud of dust.

We ended up at Spize in Simpang Bedok for supper.

After supper, she sensed I was tired.

"Would you like me to send you back?"

"it's ok."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"So you won't mind going where I planned?"

"Nope."

"Ok."

Within minutes, we were on the expressway heading towards Changi Airport.

I guess Ann had an issue with budget hotels. We always ended up in hotels that were out of my wallets comfort zone. This time it was Crowne Plaza Changi Airport.

Upon entering the room, I saw that she was already there earlier, and there was a suitcase by the side.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yup, business trip to Hong Kong. Flights on Sunday morning."

"Oh. So you want me to spend the night?"

"Yeah. If you don't want to it's ok."

"I'm already here."

"You must be tired, why don't you go take a shower?"

I entered the bathroom. Ann was really turning me into a bathtub lover. Just soaking in a bathtub made me relaxed and revitalized.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep and was only awakened when Ann squeezed in behind me and started massaging my neck and shoulders.