My date last night

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Welcome to the Pineapple Pinup, the Hot Wife Life podcast. Last night, I had a friend over. He's a bull that we've played with for about six months or so. He's younger than me by quite a bit. He's a black man with a great cock and stamina. Thank you very much. by quite a bit. He's a black man with a great cock and stamina. He understands that I'm okay with a lot of rough fucking. And he also listens to directions, which is fucking hot. Today, I want to tell you about my date. Let's call him Mike. The sex, the afterglow.

And then I want to tell you about the way that we met and some shit that went down. So this date started over the weekend. Actually, we started texting and flirting and we set up a for Tuesday night. We agreed to meet after work. Now, I am horrible about initiating texts. I am a sit around and wait for someone to need me kind of girl. So when I got home from work, I assumed that the play date was off. I had not heard from Mike all day. I was talking on the phone with Tim, my husband, and I was telling him, I don't think that we're going to play because I haven't heard from him.

Tim asked me if I texted him and I really don't know why this never crossed my mind as an option. But while I was confessing my lack of initiative to my husband, I got a text from Mike asking me how I was. I said I was good. And how was he? He told me he was in the shower. Universal sign that I'm hoping to get the stink off so you'll want to fuck me. At least that's what I read into it. I boldly asked, are you coming over? He responded with an aloof, yeah, I still can. What time? Logistics ensued, and then he asked me, how do you want it? Anyway, but anal, I replied.

Anal is an advanced notice activity for me, so it's not really on the board unless we're pre-warned. He said he can't wait to fuck me and i told him i was excited to which he asked why for you to fuck me i said honestly to which he said oh i thought it was because you really like my dick a lot that too i told him he said you're just trying to make me feel special yes because you're going to wreck my vajayjay, I informed him. Your pussy is just too good. To which I flirted back, maybe it's bad now.

I mean, it's older than it was the last time you had it, because I've had a birthday since the last time I saw him. He boldly said, we'll see about that. I'm going to be rough with it. Good, I told him. Very wet for the evening ahead. When he arrived, it was at the same time my husband was getting home from work, and I took him up to our bedroom before I remembered my husband needed to change out of his work clothes. So we headed back downstairs because logistics are a fact of real life. Once my husband was set, we headed back up and stripped down. I'm placed at the side of the bed, laid back.

He settles my legs on his shoulders and begins licking my clit. All right, so this is my podcast, so I'm going to be real for a second. I like having my clit licked, warmed up style. Wake it up, give it a little kiss, but full cunnilingus, I'm not a fan. I feel like most men really don't understand the area well, and teeth to a clit are like teeth to a cock. So remember that when you're down there gnawing away at your lady. So back to my story. He was doing all the right things here. I would have only been improved had he included the hook.

So to insert the definition for those of you who are not inside my head, the hook is when a man inserts his finger or fingers into my vagina and hooks them so that he can stimulate my G-spot. I'm a squirter. This is an actual plot point and not some random flex. So when my G-spot is awake, invited to the party with a nice come here motion, it helps my body tremendously. My pleasure is magnified and my body comes more and more easily. anyway so he does does the licky-lick greeting to my clit, ignores my G-spot, but he will stimulate it in other ways.

He stands up and inserts his rock-hard black cock deep inside me. Mike is not a gentle lover. He can do slow, usually towards the end. He is known for his power and aggression. He knows that I like a little rough with my cock, so when he is told he's coming to destroy my vajayjay, he comes loaded for bear. He has this technique that is a rapid rabbit thrusting, slapping against the lips of my pussy that are stretched around his impressive tool.

The sound it makes is this delicious percussive beat that is interrupted by my squirting pussy, sending those high-pitched slapping sounds to a squelching impact sound. He's moving through the wet spray, causing droplets to fling up his torso down his legs and over my body onto my face. I'm a weather event at times. I'm squirting so much and it's so hard. The fluid is forcing his cock from my pussy. I'm drowning the side of the bed, the floor underneath, and his feet. He likes to wear socks for traction, sometimes even shoes, but he knows that they will be drenched by the end of play.

He's seeking leverage, using holds on my legs, my tits, my neck, to hold me still so his dick can plumb the depths of me. All of his controlling is making me hot. I'm a fucking fountain. He is losing the war of his cock staying inside my cunt at this angle. So he tells me, roll over. I get on my knees. As I roll over, the feeling of how wet the bed is in that area actually penetrates my thoughts. And I say the thing that haunts me because it was a great joke said in the moment but may not have been the right time. That is a fucking lake. It's lake wanna come fuck me?

I proceed to crack up at my own joke. He giggles but pushes my face into the bed and finds the hole he wants to interact with. It was not my mouth. Perv, it wasn't my ass either. He found my pussy and drove that dick hard. He slapped my ass and pinned my lower back. I was trying to arch to expel the fluid that was building up, but he held me down. I'm drowning his balls with a burst of fluid escaping around his persistent thrusting. My bed is drowning and I am loving it. I raise my torso so that my abundant breasts can swing with the motion.

There's something so fucking erotic about how utter like they appear, swinging freely below me to the beat of his fucking. My nipples grazing across the bedspread, catching the nipple rings just slightly. It is unbelievably hot, and I am cumming, and he is aggressively demanding more of my cum. He wants to alter my ability to move for the next couple of days, the way he's coming for that pussy. The problem is that I was actually built for this. I was built to be pounded primally, bred, and keep on moving. That doesn't stop me from trying to get broken.

I want his aggressive, I own this pussy growl, that demanding, tell me you love this dick, this big black cock. I always respond with that high-pitched, I love this big, black cock. Own this pussy. Fuck me. That sound, like a mixture of arousal and submission. I love that sound. I love when the tone of my voice spurs that primal animal. He grips me hard and pounds me faster, making my pussy come. He's breathing heavily, and so he has to take a break. He sits back and decides that we are moving into the final act.

He rolls me onto my back at the edge of the bed, away from the lake that he made earlier. I know you're thinking that this is my lake, but I never make that mess when I'm by myself. He's the variable. So I'm on my back, his hands are on my tits, and he's making eye contact. Looking for that connection, that moment where I realize that he's going to breed me and take over a part of me that I cannot stop him. That's what I think that stare is. I know for damn sure that's not what's really happening. The moment for him is coming and I'm just coming and he's wringing that pussy juice out of me.

He's driving and striving and ready to go. So I whisper, give it to me. Fill me with that gum. Give it to me. I earned it. He grunted, stuttered his strokes and ejaculated. It was spectacular. Then I feel him holding me and connecting in a different way. After we've had a minute to recuperate, I feed him some overcooked homemade lasagna because my husband was too busy filming to actually pull it out of the oven after he turned the heat off. So let's talk about how I actually met Mike. um mike and i met at a party down south.

Now in my area there is where I actually am is kind of a kink wasteland. There are people who say that they do kink but there's not really any parties or get-togethers or anything like that to prove that people actually do it. So in order to go to parties or anything like that, we either have to go north or we have to go south. We have not had a lot of luck going south, but in this one particular time, it was the middle of summer, we decided to go to a pool party. This pool party was at a house. Actually, it was at two houses.

It was the house and then the neighbor's house and the pool was in the neighbor's yard. And there was beds and couches set up. And there was a tent and a table where there was some food set up and a couple of picnic tables. All in all, it was just sort of like a backyard spread with a bunch of beds for people to fuck on. I am desperately phobic of bugs. So playing outside is not hot to me. It is tantamount to basically asking bugs to eat me. So I spent a lot of time chatting with Mike and another couple of people at the party.

And there was one section that was set up as private, but it was always constantly in use. So we didn't have really a place to participate in the activities. So we decided to go into a tent. We went into the tent and we were just starting to get into the groove of things when a woman came over and started screeching about the fact that we were using this tent without permission and how rude were we and this is a private tent. We, of course, immediately stopped, apologized because we hadn't realized this was somebody's personal space.

We vacated and it left such a bad taste in my mouth that I looked at my husband and said, we should just go home. Before we left, I got Mike's number on my husband's phone because I don't carry my personal phone with me. So I put Mike's phone number into my husband's phone. And unfortunately, my husband's phone got factory reset that evening. So we lost it. Now, cut to about three, four weeks later, we found him on SLS. He messaged us, we messaged him, and we were able to exchange phone numbers. And now I get to see him often and it is marvelous.

Um, I really enjoy a good random Tuesday night meetup with him. A good Sunday afternoon. My husband's watching football fuckfest. I really enjoy somebody that I can talk to and fuck. And then he goes off and does his life and I go off and do mine. And then he texts me and says, I'm horny. And I say, so am I. Would you like to know more? If you have questions or suggestions or comments, hit me up at pineapplepinuppod at gmail.com. If you like the show, subscribe and share.