Playing on Tinder While My Husband Is Away
I was meeting my friend Latisha for lunch and looking forward to it. Our husbands both worked in the airline business, and they were hardly ever home. The pay was good, but it was a lonely life for sure. She and I always leaned on each other.
We had gotten to our favorite restaurant and sat down, waiting for our orders. Latisha’s husband had been in the airline business much longer than mine.
“I don’t know how you do it,” I said to her.
She shrugged. “I guess I just make do with the situation.”
“Well yeah, but how do you deal? They’re gone so long. I feel like our marriage is depleting from what it was. Terry and I used to be so close. We’d have sex for hours, and spend so much time together. Now, since he’s started this job, when the man gets home, he’s too tired to even touch me.”
She laughed. “Yeah, that’s how it goes. Honey, say goodbye to your wonderful sex life. Your hubby will always be too tired. I’ve noticed over the months, that the marriage decreases, but your stability increases.”
I bit my lip. “I don’t know if that’s really all that worth it.”
“Oh believe me,” Latisha said. “It is. You just have to keep yourself occupied while they’re gone.”
“Yeah? And how do I do that?”
Latisha grinned. “You fulfill your own needs. Or find someone else to do it for you.”
I gasped. “Please tell me you’re not insinuating what I think you are.”
Latisha pulled out her phone and brandished it at me. “The way I keep myself occupied is Tinder. I find myself a guy, hook up with him, and then kick him to the curb. I never get attached, but I sure get a good time, most of the time. I’ve come across some duds, but I’ve also come across some really great lays.”
“I don’t know,” I said, uncertain. “I think that’s a bit much.”
Latisha scoffed. “How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”
I racked my brain. “I don’t know, like three weeks or something.”
“And before Terry started the job, how often did you fuck?”
I smiled fondly. “Twice a day, every day.”
“Exactly. It’s either this, or have a sexless marriage. I chose this. The choice is yours.”
Later that evening, I was sitting at home, sipping a glass of wine. I thought about what Latisha had said during lunch. I didn’t want to be lonely. I really needed to be fucked. My vibrators can only do so much for so long. I needed a good dick. Desperately.
I downloaded Tinder and got myself acquainted with the interface. Swipe left, swipe right. Easy enough. I uploaded a few photos and started browsing the men near me.
There were a lot of severely unattractive men on the app, I must say. But, there was some hot ones too. I continued to browse, swiping as I saw fit.
I got a message from one of my matches a few minutes later. His name was Tyrese. He was a hot black man with abs for days. His arms bulged with muscles. He asked me what I was doing tonight. I turned my flirt on and said him, hopefully. He jumped right on it. Before I could really think about what was happening, we had plans for him to come over in a couple hours.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing this. What had I let Latisha get me into? I felt guilty, but then I felt excited at the same time. I don’t know if it was the excitement of doing something naughty, or how hot this Tyrese was, but I was looking forward to the night ahead.
Tyrese showed up as scheduled. We sat down in the living room and started talking. He told me about his job in construction, where he grew up, and things like that. You know, small talk. When he asked me about myself, I was reluctant to say much. But, I wanted to be honest about what I was looking for. I told him I was married, and looking for some side action while my husband was away. To my surprise, he was ok with it. It didn’t faze him one bit. He understood.
A few glasses later, and we were rubbing up on each other. As I talked, Tyrese’s hand was on my inner thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. It had felt like forever since I had been intimately touched. I’m pretty sure my pussy knew it, because I could feel myself becoming damp, just from his touch.
He began kissing my neck tenderly, while rubbing my pussy over the top of my panties. I felt myself getting wetter. He kissed my lips, biting my bottom lip, and pulling away slowly. The electricity just shot through me. I wanted him. And I wanted him right now.
I pushed him back on the couch, taking his shirt off. I ran my hands over his godlike abs, straddling him and grinding against his large cock, which was pitching a tent in his basketball shorts. I rubbed my pussy on him and kissed his chest, licking down it to the hem of his shorts. I ripped those shorts off, revealing a long and girthy cock. It was bigger than my husbands, and I was excited. I just wanted to fuck him.
I lifted off my shirt and unsnapped my bra, letting my boobs bounce out. Tyrese leaned up, and ran his hands on my bare skin, sucking the nipples and massaging my tits. I leaned my head back and rocked my hips against his cock, panties still on. The head of his dick prodded at my opening, but the panties served as a barrier. I climbed off of him, and slipped my panties off. He watched in awe as he rubbed his throbbing cock.
I climbed back on top of him, my pussy in his face. He eagerly grabbed my ass and forced it down to his face, licking my wet slit. I moaned and rubbed my pussy on his face. I felt him slip a finger into me and then another into my ass as he sucked on my swollen clit. The pleasure was so intense.
I put my hands around his giant cock and brought the head into my mouth, licking every inch of it. He moaned into my pussy and moved his hips, pushing his hard cock further into my mouth. His fingers in my ass and pussy intensifies and he began licking faster as he thrusted his cock in my mouth. I eagerly sucked, rocking my hips hard against his face. I could feel myself about to cum, and I was going to drown him in my pussy juices. That finger in my asshole felt so good. The way he curved it, I just wanted his whole cock in every orifice of my body. We were rocking so hard into each other’s mouth, and I felt my body seize up. I lifted my pussy from his face and rubbed my clit so hard as I screamed in ecstasy and flooded his face. He moaned loudly and smashed my pussy back on his face, lapping up all my juices, causing me to shake.
“Give me your cock,” I said, between gasps as he licked me. He obliged, flipping me over so I was hanging over the edge of the couch. I was wet as all hell and I was ready. Tyrese smacked my ass and pulled my hair as he lowered himself in me. I could feel my pussy stretch as it wrapped around his enormous dick. The feeling was glorious. He thrusted rhythmically, each thrust harder than the last. I cried out as he picked up the face and pounded me faster. I moaned hard as my titties were bouncing all over the place. Over and over again, he pounded.
I could tell his whole cock wasn’t in me, so I pushed back, filling myself with all of him. He groaned and grabbed my hips, holding me there. It hurt, but at the same time it felt so good. He started pounding again. I was screaming. The pleasure was just so overwhelming. I felt his hands slide down my back, down to my hips, caressing with each touch. The touch was tender, but the fucking was hard.
We continued for quite some time. It felt like forever, but I was quite alright with that. I was orgasming over and over. Finally, he slowed down, sliding his cock in and out slowly, making sure I felt every subtle inch of him. I gasp as he slammed into me yet again and started pounding fast and hard. He gripped hard into my sides as I felt him climax. He held my hips in place as he came, and I could feel his dick pulsing. He slid himself out of me.
Having sex with Tyrese was like a dream. I was dazed and couldn’t walk straight. I couldn’t believe I had done what I did, but I didn’t regret it. From that moment on, every time my husband left, Tyrese was there, ready to fuck me into oblivion. I knew it was wrong. I just didn’t care. I was addicted to this man.