I first encountered this mother who was a half-Japanese half-Filipino mutt named “Mitz” and her half-Filipino half-Irish loser cuckold husband in August 2013 on Swinglifestyle.com. Both were newly minted, struggling corporate attorneys who in the prior year had welcomed their first child. But Mitz, then 31 years old, needed that "thang" dusted off – or at least her husband thought so, since he was all too eager to serve that tasty bitch up to me on a platter. And I was happy to oblige because I was on a tear trying to fuk as much pussy as possible to cope with my failing marriage to "Gidget".
I remember the encounter like it was yesterday.
It was the evening of Friday, August 23, 2013 when I met up with Mitz and her punk-ass husband for drinks at the now-defunct Chakra Lounge near Garden State Plaza Mall, just off route 4. That night my assumed identity was that of an "unattached" business analyst originally from Tennessee. The couple had no clue my bitch wife, “Gidget”, and her bobblehead white-bitch girlfriends were out of the country for a 4-day weekend in Montreal.
At last call around 12:30 am, Mitz and her cuckold followed me to my marital residence at Rosie Square in Wood-ridge. When we arrived at my place, I chatted the couple up for a bit on the couch downstairs where Gidget typically spent her evenings watching Real Housewives while gorging herself on chicken parm platters. Mitz was sandwiched between the cuck and myself, glistening and laughing at all my lies while caressing my inner thighs.
So far, the night was going according to plan. I had already taken everything down in the apartment that would've revealed I was married, piling all that bullshit in the closets. I didn't need any distractions while boning Mitz on the marital bed I shared with Gidget.
Mitz hadn't touched a drop of liquor at the lounge, so she knew exactly what she wanted. (For all you #MeToo motherfuckers, what was about to go down was all consensual.) As she snuggled even closer to me on the couch, I could feel a slight tremor in her body, and I could all but taste her pheromones.
Suddenly, with just a look, Mitz prompted me to take her upstairs. Not bothering to get a nod from her loser husband, Mitz's 5-foot-nothing, 100-pound frame straddled my waist as I walked us both upstairs to the marital bed.
Mitz hurriedly peeled off her form-fitting white and green tube-dress revealing a beautiful porcelain pear-shaped physique with lovely thick thighs and athletic calves. Mitz's nipples were a deep caramel and delectable. She had recently cut her long flowing jet-black hair to shoulder length and her pussy and asshole were as tight, bald, and immaculate as the Virgin fucking Mother's. And like Mother Mary, I did marvel at how Mitz had given birth to her first child a year ago (and how her loser husband was even able to get his baby dick hard enough to impregnate her).
I tossed Mitz around from 1:00 am to 2:30 am, smashing her from behind, her atop me, me atop her, sideways, sixty-nine, and reverse cowboy.
The best was missionary, with my nose and tongue in her armpit with the weight of my 5’9 200-pound frame constraining her every movement as I dug out that squeaky-tight Asian pussy. The second best was doggy style, greedily grabbing Mitz’s calves as I pounded away. Mitz and I fucked hard and long enough where our sweat-drenched bodies made glue. In between smashing, Mitz was sucking my dick or licking my balls while I tongued her pearl with my middle finger massaging her little asshole.
All told, the whole experience was as boundless and every bit as sinful as I could have dreamt it could be. I got it three times in sweet little mang-mang’s love pouch. And on that last nutt 💦, the goddamn condom broke. Fawk!
Upon heaving those last drops of my baby juice into Mitz, I immediately collapsed on her back. Our hands tightly interlaced and bodies sticky with sweat, I gently peeled myself off her back. She then turned around and I carefully pulled the broken condom out of her cum-filled slit. Mitz moaned with ecstasy, tossed strands of hair back from her eyes, glanced back at her loser husband, then laughed. I almost felt sorry for Mitz’s punk-ass husband because this man literally stood back in the corner the entire time jerking off while I devoured the mother of his infant child.
🤘 Asmodeus 💖 mommies 👹
I then helped Mitz back into that tight slinky dress but couldn’t resist sucking on her sticky, throbbing cunt one last time as she stood shaking and moaning while struggling to fasten her bra. While tonguing her clit as she squirmed, I could feel hair stubble budding around her bikini line, which I didn't feel at the top of the night. I thanked the bitch again for having shaved it just for me.
After a long, wet passionate kiss, I then smacked Mitz on the ass and promptly sent her and ol’ boy back to their cul-de-sac in the Caldwells.
Several hours later, I awoke invigorated, but was still buzzing from the alcohol with my glans and balls throbbing sweetly from Mitz's tight twat. My bitch wife Gidget wouldn't be back from Montreal for another 2 days, so I drove to Connecticut for a pool party with friends. I only washed up before hitting the road because I wanted Mitz's love crust on my balls for a little bit longer.
When wifey Gidget finally returned home from Montreal the following Monday, she complained (valley girl voice): “Ew my Gawd! Like, something in this apartment, like, just isn’t right!”
I chuckled because while I made every effort to clean up after the debauchery with Mitz, I reveled in the multiple wet spots that were now encrusted on the fabric of our comforter, which I intentionally did not clean. Gidget was likely picking up on Mitz’s lingering mommy pheromones.
Anyways, I sexed Mitz down again in 2014 at a motel in Lyndhurst. Of course, her punk-ass husband was there on the sidelines jacking off in the corner. Eight years hence, with the more recent addition of their second kid (obviously, not mine), it seems the couple has hit their stride. They are both managers at one of the big accounting firms. Having provided the relief Mitz needed back in the day, I'd like to think that I played a small part in the makings of their thriving, happy family.
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