I was home visiting family for the summer. My job requires me to travel extensively, so honestly, I’ve never been able to have much in the way of a stable life. This has resulted in me socializing mostly through apps or old flames from my past. They reach out occasionally or I poke around and see if they’ll bite. Well, about five years ago I was in town and I threw out my usual texts to the pretty girls from my past.

No response.

That was OK and not unusual. They’ve gotten lives and I’m from long ago. So I did a bit of Tindering and had a couple dates lined up. Not hard when you look stable and have a nice life. The competition isn’t too fierce in those things.

But then she hit me up. We’ll call her Phuong. She was someone I’d hooked up with a few times a while ago but the sex was so damn good we kept each others numbers for years after. A hookup at my empty house and another in a hotel had resulted in a video Id kept on my computer for years. She had on a black hood. Handcuffs. She was desperate to get fucked. I must’ve masturbated to it a hundred times on my travels.

Well, she was married now but miserable. She also was watched like a hawk, which made her even more miserable. Phuong had an odd request: she wanted me to meet her at a grocery store around the way, maybe fifteen minutes from my house. I was curious so I hit on the hook.

An hour later I’m pulling into the parking lot and I see her car. I chuckled cause she was now driving a minivan. Certainly not the car that matched the wild, psychologist turned sexpot that I knew before. I parked my car next to hers and there she was, getting out to come to me.

She immediately embraced me. Held me close. She was breathing in the scent of my clothes. Without a word, she reached behind her and pulled open the sliding door and grabbed me to come inside with her. The van was FULL of toys, a baby seat, etc. she mumbled she’d started a family and needed this. It was a bit awkward but at the same time I was already rock hard and didn’t give a shit about cheating. Her choice. Her life.

She was always beautiful but the years had taken away some of her youthful appearance. She still has beautiful tanned skin from her South Pacific heritage. Highlights in her brown hair. She crawled between the two middle row seats and was already tugging at her jean shorts. I climbed behind her and tugged her pants and panties down.

“Just fuck me….fuckin Christ…..just fuck me.”

I shrugs my shorts down and my cock sprang free, no warming up required. She spit on her hand and rubbed it into her pussy but there was no reason to. She was absolutely soaked and my bulbous head pushed right inside. Kids had loosened her up and there was little pressure against my steel hard rod.

She bit into a stuffed animal to quiet herself as I pounded her from behind. Her tan lined ass plopped as our torsos crashed together. Grunting and moaning, we fucked like animals inside her trashed up minivan. It didn’t take long before she came, and per her usual, the cum streamed down her thighs. I couldn’t help but wonder how she’d be explaining the sex smell to her kids or husband. I also didn’t care because I was about to explode.

I pulled out at the last second and came all over her ass and back. She always loved that and she still did, moaning as she felt the hot white liquid land on her skin. Once I was drained she struggled to her knees, pulled her shorts up and pulled her shirt down. She didn’t even clean the cum.

“I want it on me…” she muttered while she turned to kiss me. “I fucking needed this.”

I guess she did. ;)