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Off of this SLS site, I made contact with a woman who actually drove all the way down from Northern California just to meet, and hopefully play with me (Well, I recall she also used the trip to visit her kid attending college in SoCal.). She's the one woman whom I made squirt twice. After meeting Kim in a local eatery, I took her right back to my apartment so we could fuck, breaking in the brand-new Cal King-sized bed I purchased just for such a possibility (never having been married myself). All my life, I had slept on twin-sized beds, like a boy, or a lonesome scrub. I wanted to feel what it was like to sleep in an adult-sized bed, without my feet hanging off the bottom of the mattress because my legs are so dang long. Another motivation was because I had injured myself sleeping in my old twin, aligned against a wall. This was due to a nightmare, a very funny story I'll save. In the mornings (Kim came to visit me two times in the course of a year.), she lay beside me, and the reality of it was such a perverted thrill. As the early daylight poured through my window, I was lying in bed with a woman who was not my wife, and not really even my date. Twice I heard Kim softly speaking to someone over her phone while rolled onto her side facing away from me. My obvious deduction was that it was her husband, and she was letting him know she was perfectly safe, and in bed with me. Doug needed to know that they had both chosen wisely with me (safety, discretion, chemistry). Kim later confirmed my deduction. I had corresponded with her husband Doug online. He was a bonafide cuckold. He was into this entire scenario, and I should have pushed it further with them, having him listen to our coitus in the moment. I wish I'd thought of that. Well, after she completed her customary call, Kim would slide over, reaching to find my flaccid dick beneath the sheets, caressing a new erection from me in lieu of "morning wood." Without asking, she would get up on her knees, gently tugging the bed sheets away, to bend over me and begin fellatio. I just lay there on my back, fully relaxed but now fully awake, letting her do to me whatever she wished. With my organ sufficiently hard, Kim would then mount me in the cowgirl position, and quietly fuck me til we both came together. She was in control, and it pleased me to see and feel her take what she needed from me, no need for words at all.

Our last time together, after we shared a shower and made plans for a farewell breakfast at Mimi's Café or someplace, she informed me that it was her wedding anniversary that day. I was shocked amid offering my sincere congratulations to her and Doug. I asked her why in the world would she be spending this momentous occasion away from home?! Part of me felt ashamed as I watched her putting her clothes back on. The pervert in me could not help being aroused anew, however, by the fact that this happily-married mother had elected to drive hundreds of miles to spend her special day in the bed of a relative stranger. I studied her for a long moment, and I was suddenly hard for her a third time. I told Kim that we had to celebrate in light of this significant revelation. I would be her hubby's eager proxy, to which she laughed until she could see I wasn't joking, based on my rigid penis and intent expression of lust. So, with a smile lingering on her lips, she stripped off her clothes again. Missionary was so great last night, as was Cowgirl earlier this morning. This time, I had her get into Doggy position at the near corner of my huge bed. I stood on the floor behind her for the greatest leverage, holding her by the waist as I entered her warm pussy for the second time in an hour. Lots of filthy sex talk accompanied this celebratory fuck, but the act itself was deliberately lacking all tenderness and romance. I was in a state where the news of her anniversary kicked the kink up into a higher level. The result had me pounding her mercilessly, with even greater purpose. Kim was more than the shared wife then. I owned her, and I wanted her to know it. I guess the neighbors either didn't hear, or they discreetly ignored the staccato sound of slapping flesh, the sound of wild, unleashed sex. As Kim moaned in greater ecstasy being taken that way, I was quite vocal. Over the pounding, I told her how nasty a wife she was to spend her wedding anniversary getting fucked by a man who isn't her loving husband. I made her tell me exactly how many years of marriage had been completed on that very day. How many kids did she and Doug have together? Did they recite traditional vows at their wedding, especially the one about forsaking all others? Her breathless replies spurred me on, her body rocking, her all-natural hanging tits on her "Mom bod" bouncing from all the savage and rhythmic impacts. Her soaking wet vagina squished audibly in the room. Ohh, you nasty white MILF! It feels so good to fuck you, Kim! Every spurting blast of my semen was stronger and of lengthier duration because I was so turned on. What a difference that news had made, lending fresh meaning and enjoyment to our taboo fornication! Kim's satisfied and happy face was still glowing when we went to breakfast, but I doubt the waitress ever noticed. People tend to be a bit less observant these days, especially those of the younger generation.

Years later, I called to say hello, and ask if she was still willing to come visit me. She was so warm and friendly over the phone. It had been a long time, and we had shared so much. But, alas, they were retired from swinging. That phase of their life had ended, but we would cherish the memories we created together.