Yesterday was right up my alley and my box. A lot of mud, ad..

Yesterday was right up my alley and my box. A lot of mud, adrenaline, and sex with cum pumped in all the right places. I met up with Shane for a Jeep Week event. Jeep Week is huge here in Daytona. My pussy was looking forward to this day in a big way. The day before, I’d surprised Shane at his shop, and we’d had this hot-as-fuck kiss, his dick hard against his work pants, my pussy dripping through my shorts. So when I pulled up to his house, I was already hyped up to spread my legs for Shane and whatever else he had planned.

I pulled up in my Jeep, and there he was, standing outside, looking good. Half my age and a body that will make a girl's box wet just looking at it. I got wet just looking at him, my clit pulsing, and I knew we weren’t going to make it to the event without something happening. I hopped out, and he came right for me, laying a deep kiss on me, his hands all over my body, pulling me close and putting my hand on his rock hard cock, pressing through his jeans. That set my pussy on fire, and he knew it. His fingers slipped under my shorts, rubbing my hard clit, fingering my slick hole telling me he wanted to taste me. He took me inside, and we barely got the door shut before he was yanking my shorts down.

I sat on his couch, laid back, and spread my legs wide, my pussy dripping, pretty much begging for him. Shane dove in, head first, his mouth on me, licking and sucking my hole, working my clit until it was big and hard. I was so ready for him to fuck me, my body desperate for his cock. He stood up, jeans off, and his cock was rock-hard, thick, and perfect. He slid it into me, slow at first, and the way it felt—stretching my pussy, filling me up, inch by inch, until he was balls-deep—it was like my insides were shifting, pushing to the side to make room for his dick. I started bucking my hips, grinding against him, and told him to fuck me harder, faster. He did, pounding into me, his cock slamming deep so I could feel his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. He had me so wet I could feel my juices running down, coating his dick, dripping over his balls. It’s such a high getting that sloppy, soaking feeling, my pussy drenching his dick. He was inside me for less than a few minutes before I came so hard I forgot how to talk. A man half my age just fucked me stupid, making me his own personal jizz dump. Shane pumped me for another 5 minutes, giving me several more smaller orgasms before I felt his cock twitch, his balls tighten, and then that hot, silky flood of cum shooting deep inside me. God, I love that feeling—his load, his ball snot, pumping into my hole, filling me up. The second I felt it, I came again, my pussy spasming, milking every drop. Just something about a big load of cum blasting deep in me always makes me lose it.

We basically collapsed on the couch for a few minutes until we could catch our breath. That’s when I thought about my husband, sitting at home while I’m lying around with Shane’s sperm swimming around inside me, and I got that little electric jolt of pleasure thinking how perfect everything was. It inspired me to slide down and take Shane’s dick in my mouth and lick and kiss it clean. It started to grow again, but we had things to do.

We got ourselves together, hopped in Shane’s Jeep, and headed to the Jeep Week event. The four-wheeling was a blast—plowing through mud, bouncing over ruts, tires slinging dirt everywhere. We were laughing, yelling, covered in grime, and the whole time, my tits bouncing all around so that my nips kept slipping out, I didn’t try to hide them. I kept stealing glances at Shane’s body, his muscles flexing as he drove, his jeans still hugging that cock I could still feel inside me. His youthful, fit frame, all lean and hard, kept me turned on, my pussy still tingling from earlier. After the event, we returned to his place, both muddy and hyped. We stripped down and got in the shower together, the hot water pouring over us. His body looked even better wet, all sculpted and tight, and I couldn’t keep my hands off him. He fucked me again, right there in the shower, his cock sliding into my pussy, still hungry for dick. It was slower this time, but just as deep, every thrust making my insides shift, making me feel claimed. When he came, that warm rush of cum filling me up again, I was done for, I came so hard my legs buckled. We sat around, made out a bit, and then I had to get back home. I had things to get done. All in all, it was a good day!