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A few months after my marriage ended, my desire for sex was overwhelming. I’ve always been very sexual person and rarely went without sex for more than a few days in a row. I was in a long-term monogamous marriage that began in my early 20’s and end in my 40’s. When it ended, and I no longer had the sexual outlet, it felt like I lost the part of me that made me a confident and veral man. I had no clue about the dating world and really didn’t want to meet anyone new while my broken heart was still on the mend. It’s hard to look for a new relationship when you are still recovering from the loss of one. It may sound naïve, but I also wasn’t aware of how much my self-esteem was rooted in sexual intimacy. The loss of sex in my life was making me a desperate man. I started watching porn, and reading the personal ads on adult Web sites. The secret I’ve kept begins late one night I answered a crazy post on a site where people posted for casual sexual encounters. I saw a post from a woman who was seeking to jack a guy off in front of her husband. Since stroking myself wasn’t helping me get back my self-worth, I typed a quick response stating my willingness to let her jack me off. To my surprise, I received a quick reply and things happened really fast. I was on autopilot and admit to giving much thought about what I was unfolding or anything beyond meeting a stranger for the sex I craved. Within a few minutes of the initial reply, I was headed to a remote and desolate area deep in the country. I talked to the woman who posted the ad on the phone and she was pretty direct and nonsense. She wanted to meet as soon as possible and told me where I needed to be. She also told me that her husband would be with her. There was a lot of opportunity to gather my wits and forego the encounter, but I never gave it any though in the 45 minute drive to meet them. The location I had been given was remote. It was not an area I knew even though I had grown-up in my area of the state. The meeting spot was on a dirt road, just off a numbered county road, and between two orange orchards. The dirt road was probably the access road used by farmer who owned the orchard. It was a really dark and moonless winter night and there were no lights beyond the headlights of my car. I arrived a few minutes before the time we agreed to meet, but I still expected to see someone waiting for me when I arrived. I turn off my car and the headlights so I didn’t attract the attention of the farmer who owned the land or a sheriff who might be patrolling the area. When my lights were turned off, it was pitch black and very hard to see anything at all. This was the first time that the “what am I doing here?” thought entered my mind with little bit of fear to go with it. I sat there in silence and darkness for a few minutes and then I see the lights of a car turn off the county road and onto the dirt road driving toward me. My heart was pounding in my chest. My fear was growing. Not only was it dark, I soon realized that it was also very narrow. The car in front of me now blocked the road and I couldn't leave if I wanted to get out of there. The car stopped about 30 yards from where I was parked. The lights of the car blinded me and made it virtually impossible to see who was inside it. Not giving into my fear, I stepped out of my car and walked toward the lights of the car until I was about ten yards away from it. I knew I was being watched and I didn't want to go beyond the point I was standing. I didn't know what might happen next so I waited for the unknown and tried to keep my senses. It seemed like I stood there for an eternity, but it was probably only a few minutes. It may have even be seconds… it just seemed like I stood there forever before he passenger door opened and the figure of a woman emerged through the blinding headlights. She was very tall, with straight reddish blond hair, and wearing a long overcoat. That’s the extent of what I remember about her appearance. I considered he to be an attractive woman around 40 years old. She maintained the same direct demeanor she had projected to me over the phone. There wasn’t any introduction or any dialog offered in the way of friendly conversation. Instead, she tells me that her husband had done something she didn't approve of (she never said what he did), so as a way of punishing him, she was going to stroke my cock until I came and make him watch her as she did so. Positioning herself so that she could be seen by whoever was in the car, she untied the belt and pulled open the coat. She was naked under her coat. Her body was lean, but her tits were large, full, and perfectly shaped. She asked me to squeeze and play with her tits so I began to fondle her as she faced him and he could see my hands on her. I don’t remember her showing the feeling of pleasure and after a few minutes she ended that part of the encounter. I played with her tits for probably two minutes. She then asked me to take out my cock so she could see it. My anticipation for pleasure was now putting my fear aside and playing with her tits had an effect on cock. I was wearing jeans with no underwear so it was hard and ready when I pulled it out for her. Before she touched my cock, she told me that she wasn't going to suck it because it would be too much for her husband to watch. Standing in a position more beside me as I faced the car, she took my cock and began to slowly stroke it. It was a cold night and her hands were warm. She was being very demonstrative with my cock and using very long strokes to accentuate its length. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the light and since I faced the front of the car, I could make out someone who appeared as an older guy in the driver’s seat. I remember that he looked sad to me, but I really couldn't see much and that memory could be conjecture. I didn't look at him very long and was more interested in watching what her hands were doing to my cock. After about five minutes, she let go of her grip on my cock, opened her coat and started playing with her pussy. She told me that she had played with my cock long enough to punish her husband and I needed to stroke myself until I came. She said she would stay there and let me see her naked body while I jacked off and said I needed to cum soon. I don’t think I had ever jacked off in front of anyone before, so it was odd that I was doing it now in front of a stranger and her husband. I did cum fairly quickly. It was release, but it wasn't that intense feeling of pleasure that accompanies shooting my load. She watched the cum first shoot and then hang down in pearl strands that fell from cock and onto the dirt road. When I had finished, she gave me a Mona Lisa smile that left me wondering of it was a look of gratitude or disgust. Then without saying a word, she turned and walked back to the car and got inside. Once inside, the door closed and the car backed out until it reached the point where it was able to turn around and leave. I stood there in the dark for a minute or two after they were gone, trying to understand the encounter. I wondered why I put myself in danger. What if a thug who appear through the car headlights that was intent on robbing or causing me harm? I didn't feel like it restored anything I was missing from the absence of sex in my life. When I got home, I couldn’t believe my heart was pounding like it does when I am afraid. It's still one of those things that I can't explain to myself and still can’t give myself a satisfactory reason for taking such a huge risk. When I think of it now, the encounter is exciting and even turns me on. What do you think? This is a true story. I've not embellished anything. I have told the details in the way that I remember it. There was never any contact with the woman again. I can’t even remember her name anymore.
I can’t say that I understand what led me the risky encounter I shared her, but the memory of it is really has the element of excitement that I now associate with it. Maybe you can respond in kind and tell me if it sounds sexually exciting to you. I know that most people would not have risked their safety for the sake of a sexual encounter. I pretty much admit that I was putting self in a dangerous situation, but you’re welcome to tell me that it was foolish of me to take that kind of risk with my life. It’s an event that is now in the rear view mirror of my life and I can’t change what I have already passed. Any reader contribution is welcome.
I can’t say that I understand what led me the risky encounter I shared her, but the memory of it is really has the element of excitement that I now associate with it. Maybe you can respond in kind and tell me if it sounds sexually exciting to you. I know that most people would not have risked their safety for the sake of a sexual encounter. I pretty much admit that I was putting self in a dangerous situation, but you’re welcome to tell me that it was foolish of me to take that kind of risk with my life. It’s an event that is now in the rear view mirror of my life and I can’t change what I have already passed. Any reader contribution is welcome.
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