Submissive phone sex when I was a teen wife

submissive phone sex I turned eighteen and married my first boyfriend who was 10 years older than me. An army sergeant that I met at the diner I worked in. He took me to my first social function on base in Columbus, Georgia, a “fishbowl” party. I learned that when a man comes into the party, he puts his car keys in a fish bowl. After dinner, drinks, and dessert, the women take turns pulling a set of car keys out of the bowl and matches with the man that belongs to the keys, and then she retires to one of the guest bedrooms for the evening with said man.

Because I was new, I was conveniently matched with the oldest husband in the room. His name was Cecil and he was tall, 6’3″, and skinny. His thick white hair was parted on the side and slicked down. His rheumy hazel eyes leered at me under bushy eyebrows. Seeing my hesitation he said “Don’t worry darling, I won’t bite” and he laughed a rattling laugh at me. I was just a young army wife, I had no idea what to do. 

He took me by the hand and led me to the tall antique bed with curtains around the Bed. He slowly and deliberately undressed me. He was paying attention to every detail of my body. When we were both naked, I couldn’t help but stare at his long, thick donkey Dick. He chuckled when he saw my eyes widen.

The old husband laid me on my back, closed my eyes, and started kissing me from my fingertips to my wrist, the inside of my arm. My collar bone, my breasts, my neck, his kisses were exquisite. I started to moan and my pussy started flooding. He fingered me gently over and over until I came on his hand, and then he put his mouth down there and licked me until I came again and again and again. I was delighted and dizzy, and so relaxed when he climbed on top of me and shoved his huge monster cock into my very wet pussy. I gasped at the fullness I had never felt before. I came again. And I hug onto his neck as he pumped me full of his cum. What I thought would be the worst night, turned into the best fucking I had ever received. I knew what that little smirk meant on his wife’s face when we returned to the party. And those Cadillac keys, I will be the first to grab them next time.

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