The Wrong Draw

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Three years in and there was nothing. No love, no happiness and very, very little sex. We’d been through tough times before but our relationship was literally at breaking point. A part of me wondered if it was just a lack of release causing all the problems but bear in mind, I was the first man she’d slept with… she was not the first woman I’d slept with. Not by a long shot. For this reason, I constantly found myself comparing the little sex we did have with my past experiences and becoming horrifically bored with the routine. Kiss, clit rub, missionary, cum, tissue for her and relax.

Her Mum had always liked me and I knew it. 5’9” she was a tall, curvy lady with jet-black curly hair and a wickedly sharp sense of humour that I loved. She was an accountant and we were kindred spirits – total nerds. Often talking about really weird fan theories or the latest news in the political world while my partner, her father and two b*****rs would talk about what movies they wanted to go and see or why the clutch was playing up in someone’s car.

Whenever I’d go around to the house, she’d be dressed in long flowing dresses that would show off the curvature of her beautifully plump ass as it swayed and bounced underneath while she walked. Most importantly to me at that time though, was the fact that the cut of the dresses was often so low that her magnificent FF-cup breasts would be fully on show. Completely natural, they’d hang low in her bra and the way she used to bend over while talking to me to give me an uninterrupted view of her cleavage drove me wild. Politeness dictated that I stare unfailingly at her face but every now then I’d squirm ever so slightly and her slight smirk would suggest that she knew exactly what she was doing. Admittedly, I shot many a load with thoughts of her soppy, married pussy sliding down onto my cock with me teasing each erect nipple on her heavy hangers with a hungry tongue.

The day it all changed was hot, I remember that much. Hellish outside with absolutely no chance of a let-up. I was home, working on job applications when my phone buzzed with a text from my partner’s Mum. She was working in my area today, her client was a few doors down and she wanted to know if I fancied a lift down to their house when she was finished. It was early, my girlfriend wouldn’t be home from work yet but I agreed. I figured we could catch up on the latest Walking Dead episode over a coffee…and I could pretend not to stare at her tits again while adding to the wank bank. Perfect afternoon.

I jumped into the Mercedes and was quickly disappointed. Sweaty, flustered and in business dress she looked every one of her 45 years and spent the journey complaining about her client, a real dick apparently. But hey, a lift is a lift right? Arriving at the house, she seemed to calm down and hopped into the shower while I waited downstairs. She finally came down and there was the woman I’d been cumming over. A grey, loosely-fitted dress, barefoot with perfectly painted purple toes and big white tits on full display down to just above the nipples. Her nipples were hard with the sudden change from hot shower to cool living room and…when the light hit the dress at the right angle it became apparent – no panties. A thick triangular mound of curly pubic hair sat right over her pussy and possibly a tattoo?
Taking a seat next to me, she set up the Walking Dead episode while I tried in vain to hide the fact that my cock was steadily growing in my jeans. Did she just glance at it? Was she smirking? Was that brush against my leg deliberate? I couldn’t tell and I was freaking out inside but at the same time, ready to fuck the life out of her. She asked me to grab her phone charger from her room upstairs. Cupboard on the left, second draw. Practically bolting upstairs, I pulled the draw open. Shit.

Top draw. Wrong draw.

The draw with the leather mask. The draw with the ballgag. The draw with the lube, handcuffs and flogger. The draw with the pussy pump and the 10” black dildo that still had dried cum around the base. The draw with the buttplug and the speculum.

As I pulled each item out in turn, my heart beat faster and faster. I’d never even seen half of these things before and began to scramble to put them back exactly how I found them when the door behind me closed.

As a black man, it’s difficult for me to turn red but I could feel the bl**d rushing to my cheeks. I apologised to her again and again. I didn’t mean to, it was the wrong draw and I wouldn’t tell anyone and I thought the charger might be under the stuff and I’d leave and –

Before I knew it, the flimsy dress was on the floor. There she stood, completely naked and walking towards to me. Her hips bouncing and breasts swaying. She took my hand and placed it between her legs, rubbing it back and forth without saying a word. I could feel the heat from her cunt on my hand, the way her clit was beginning to stand to attention and become hotter and harder. I could feel the way her hole was beginning to open up and her wetness was flowing in anticipation. I couldn’t help myself, two fingers slid into her sopping pussy and with the other hand I pushed her back onto the bed. I parted her thick, muscular legs and went to work. I licked and sucked, gently nibbling her clit and teasing her hole with my tongue and lips. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in, willing me to lap up her juices which were dribbling down her asscrack and onto the sheets. I caught the scent of her from the hair on her pussy right underneath my nose and could feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock in response. With two fingers in and a flickering tongue on her hard clit, I felt her cum without warning. Cum hard as well. Her back arched and the walls of her soaked cunt clenched around my fingers again and again while she rode the waves of her orgasm which by now was soaking the bed.

Remarkably quickly, I was up against the wall myself with my cock being sucked by a woman who an hour earlier had been my partner’s 3-k**s-and-a-semi-detached-house accountant Mum. Now she was a starving, relentless a****l. Running her tongue from the bottom of my balls to the head of my cock. Her mouth and wet tongue almost felt like my own personal pussy and when she encouraged me to face fuck her – I didn’t hesitate. Twice, I hit the back of her throat but she didn’t resist and stayed, using one hand to stroke the cock currently sitting in her mouth and the other hand to masturbate an already swollen clit to orgasm. Between my pre-cum, her saliva and the juices leaking onto the floor from her freshly-cummed pussy, a new carpet was in order but I was in way too good of a place to give a fuck.

As with everything else, the fucking started quickly and roughly. I pulled her up and stood her facing the wall next to the cupboard where this all began, legs apart, bent over and hands on the wall. Her pussy lips had contracted from the two orgasms and I felt her inner walls resist the march of my cock into her cunt but I went on. Inside was wet, warm and tight – the thought of a condom did cross my mind but as her walls gripped my foreskin and pulled it all the way back, I knew I’d cum in her and we both wanted it. Pounding away while her quiet moans grew louder and louder until with no warning she reached over to the draw and grabbed the buttplug. I had just enough time to give some kind of witty comment before it was in. Her asshole stretched to greet its new occupant and quickly closed around it.

It was too much for me to see, I came. With both of her nipples in between my fingers and thumbs and a hard squeeze to match my orgasm I could feel my balls contract as I emptied jet after jet of hot cum into her greedy cunt. I imagined it splashing all the way to the back of her used, married pussy and I could feel her tighten her walls as though milking the last drops of my seed into her.

I could’ve stayed there forever, cumming into my girlfriend’s Mum but luckily for me, it wasn’t the last time.

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