Not too long ago, I was in a relationship and not getting any Pussy. I was seeing this woman named Valerie. After my marriage fell apart, I didn’t want a girlfriend, but I couldn’t resist the regular sex. So here I was kissing Valerie’s ass for a substandard blow job once in a while. She started laying in on me about marriage and for a while I ignored her, but then one day she hit me where it hurts.

“No more fucking, no more blow jobs, no more tits until you tell me what I want to hear.” Her green eyes flashed. She turned around, walked out, and slammed the door. My dog Dutches crept out from under the end-table. I finished signing my child support check, which took care of half my pay, and wondered why the hell I bothered with women in the first place. They only brought trouble.

When I met Valerie on the Ohio Singles website, her descriptions of how she’d take my dick out of my pants and start with a hand job got me pulling it out right in front of the computer. She never talked about marriage then. In fact, she said she was done with that shit. All she wanted was to suck cock and have a good time.

Dutches panted at my feet. I rubbed her ears. She was the only bitch I cared to commit to, but as I sat there thinking about Valerie’s and my online conversations in the old days, my dick got hard as a brick. I couldn’t concentrate on Dutches, or anything else. I thought about calling Valerie, but then I had a better idea.

I signed into my old account at AFF and scanned the different chat room topics. I skipped over “Searching for Soulmates” and “Caring and Cuddly” and zeroed in on a room called “Married but Looking.” I expected it to be a room full of bored horny guys, but the names of the people inside proved me wrong: PollyPussy, HotMichelle, BigTits. I logged in under my old handle, 10Inches. After the Valerieepisode, I was done with not being clear about what I want.
“Any1 wanna help me jack off?” I typed. In a few seconds, two responses popped up. SexyShiela responded, “Want me to chatfuck you?” but HotMichelle didn’t bother asking.

“Do you have your cock in your hands?” she typed. “Rub some Vasoline on it so you can feel my wet mouth taking it in, sucking gently on the tip, and then shoving your cock further down my throat.”

Before I was done reading her post, she entered another, “Never had 10 inches before. My husband only has a 4-inch cock.”

“Is that why ur looking?” I asked.

“One cock isn’t enough,” she typed. “Cum tastes so good. Don’t want to give up the taste of fresh cum just ‘cause I’m married.”

I jerked off while she described every lick.

“I put one of ur balls in my mouth and suck.” Before long, I was taking of my T-shirt and wiping my spooge off the keyboard.

“Have to go fuck my husband,” she typed. “He’s been reading our messages and now I can see his dick thru his pants! Have to go spread my legs and let him fuck my tight pussy. A wife’s work is never done.”

“You don’t like fucking ur husband?” I asked.

“What I’d like is to lie back and have someone lick my pussy til I cum!”

“Meet here same time tomorrow and I can return the favor.”

“Can my husband watch?” she typed.

“He can join in if he wants.”

“OK” she typed. “It’s a date.” Before signing off, she sent me her profile pic, and I wondered if she just lifted it off some website. HotMichelle was a short blond who only looked about twenty years old. Her tits were perfectly round and tan. She was wearing a pink bikini that seemed about three sizes too small for her body and she had these full pouty lips that made my dick swell immediately at the thought of what she would do with them.

According to the chatroom member list, HotMichelle had signed out, but SexyShiela was still chatting with a few guys, so I typed, “SexyShiela, you want to suck my cock dry?” She opened a private room and I followed her right in.

If Val could see me now, I thought.

The next day I left work early because I couldn’t get HotMichelle out of my head. I thought of all the ways I could eat her pussy through a chat room. She showed up right on time and I typed, “Lie back and let me pull off your pants. I can’t wait to taste your pussy.”

“So excited I got a fresh Brazilian today,” she responded. A jpg of her bare pussy was posted next. She had a tiny brown mole on her pussy lips and I typed, “First I lick that beauty mark and gently work the tip of my tongue between your pussy lips while I flick your clit like a lightswitch, on and off, on and off.”

“Can I play with your dick while you do it?” she asked.

HotMichelle and I met every night for a week. I was wondering how her husband could stand to share her, and I was to the point where I needed more than just cyberfucking. I needed to know if HotMichelle’s perky young tits were for real. She lived in Dayton—about two hours away.

Next time we met, I typed, “Want to meet for a real-life pussy-licking?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” she said. She knew about a small town named Blue Ball right off exit 122 on I-75. We’d meet, have a drink, and see what happens.

“Will ur husband b jealous?” I typed.

“He thinks it’s hot,” she responded. Then she added, “Just so you know I’m married and I’m staying that way. No chance this is going anywhere but pure fucking.”

I had found the perfect woman.

Sitting at the bar in Blue Ball by myself, I kept thinking what an ironic name for a meeting place. My dick had been hard since I left the house. I hoped that HotMichelle would be as sexy as the pic she sent me, but when she walked through the door, she was hotter.

She was wearing a tight pair of jean shorts that showed off her perfect legs and round ass. A white shirt stretched over her big tits and I could see that her nipples were already standing at attention. She pushed her blond hair back, made eye contact with me and smiled. Then she came over, leaned down, and said into my ear, ‘I can see all ten inches right through your pants.”

I sat up and looked around the bar, but no one seemed to notice we were there.

Three beers later, I got the nerve to ask, “How ‘bout we get a six-pack and go to the Super 8 down the street?”

“Um, okay,” she said.

We each drove our own vehicles to the hotel. She waited in hers while I went in to get us a room. When she saw me coming out with the key, she got out of her car with a little duffle bag and met me at the door. After getting inside the room, Michelle looked at me.
“Get on the bed,” I said, and she smiled. “Lie back and let me lick your pussy.”

She took off her white shirt and underneath was wearing only a lavender camisole that hardly covered her perfect tits. She unzipped her jeans. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She got on the bed and slowly crawled to the headboard, displaying her hairless snatch.

She sat back and spread her legs. I finally got to see the moist wet lips of the pussy I had been pretending to lick and fuck all week. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. I crawled up the bed toward her and dove right into her hot pussy. I licked her slit, which was already dripping wet. Then I concentrated all my attention on her clit.

“Oh my god,” I heard her say. I moved my tongue faster through her slit, darting it in and out of her hole. “Oh my god,” she repeated. “George, you eat my pussy so much better than my husband.”

I moved up to her face to give her a kiss, and she licked her pussy juice off my nose. I teased her pussy with the head of my cock until she begged me to fuck her. Then I stuck my dick in her tight pussy just once. I couldn’t resist. Then I let it slide in and out a few times. From how tight her young pussy was, I guessed that what she said about her husband’s small dick was true. She whispered, “Let’s 69.”

I turned around on top of her and she sucked my dick while my tongue licked circles around her clit.

That was when I realized how good a blow job could be. Michelle didn’t just suck my cock, she fell in fucking love with it. She kissed the head and licked under the curled ridge of its purple helmet. She licked down the shaft and sucked on each ball like it was the best-tasting hard candy she’d ever had the delight to suck. Her tongue, which felt like it was a couple feet long, licked my taint as she rubbed my asshole with her wet fingers. I was fucking her mouth when she pulled my dick out and told me it was time to let her have my ten inches.

I turned around and slipped my rock-hard cock into her tight wet cunt. Her whole body shuddered.

“Fuck me, George,” she said, and I plowed her into the headboard. She panted and moaned and let me fuck her as she rubbed her tits in my face. I made her come three times before I pulled out and shoved my throbbing dick in her mouth. She sucked it hard and tickled my balls until I pulled my cock out and came all over her perfect tits. When I was finished, she licked the last bit of cum off the head of my shaft, looked me in the eye, and said “yum.”

I thought of that one word for the whole hour-ride: the cum glistening off her round tits, her face wet with my sweat, and HotMichelle loving it. I wondered what she would tell her husband. I’d be going back to Dutches who would be happy to see me and wouldn’t ask where the hell I’d been. When I got home, I was tired, but there was something that I had to do. I packed up the few things that Valerie left at my house, drove over to her place, and left the bag on her porch. I was done with ultimatums. I had found the best relationship for me.

Since then I’ve made a few more fuckfriends on the Married but Looking site. I met a bartender in Athens who fucked me on a pool table and a newlywed in Columbus who wanted to learn the finer points of cocksucking so she could surprise her husband for their first anniversary. Boy, did I teach her a thing or two! And I still meet HotMichelle. She’s begging me to find another woman to have a threesome with us. She’s always been into chicks and wants me to be there when she eats pussy for the first time. I certainly don’t want to disappoint the girl!