Even though I know it’s not a good idea, it felt like the best thing ever. While my husband was away, I fucked the guitarist from a neighborhood club band. It was great. I still have chills all over my body. I didn’t mean to do it, but I can’t think of anything else.
Since my husband was always moving for work, I thought that going to a club with my friends would help me feel less lonely. When we got there, my eyes met a man’s. He was pretty close to us, but all night we just looked at each other until he went to the stage and started playing with his band.
It was really hot, and the music was great. We all started dancing, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. After that, we all started drinking a little more. When they said the band was leaving, I got closer to the stage to get a better look at him. When the show was over, he asked me to go backstage with him. I calmly waited for my girls to leave so I could go.
Before he made a move, we talked for a short time. My horny ass accepted it. I hadn’t had sex in a week, but he was so hot. You know what? He didn’t care that I was married, and neither did I. We started kissing quickly, and then I found myself hunched over a small table with his dick hitting me so hard I could only scream.
He would put his strong hands around my waist, spank me, and then pull my hair. I thought he was mad because of the way he grabbed my hair. That’s what made the experience so awful. He fucked me from behind for a long time, then he laid me on the floor and spread my legs out as far as they would go so he could fully reach me.
His body made me feel both cold and warm. I could feel his chest, arms, hands, lips, and dick. He would lick and bite my tits at the same time. I felt so weak because my pussy was being used so badly. It was so hot when he would pull out his dick and then push it back inside me while looking at me and calling me the nastiest names ever.
In the end, he touched my belly all over and masturbated me until I was done. He laughed and told me he was excited to meet me again because he had never been with an older woman before. When I left, I went to find my girls. They were all drunk, so I don’t think they noticed anything.
It makes me feel even better that I want to meet him again even though it’s not right.