Her name was Donna. She was and is still married. I was in my early thirties when I met her she was 45 I think. One time trophy wife to an older guy. He's elderly now, she's still very hot and completely fuckable.
5' even straight black hair that is long enough to reach her lower back. Thin even after three kids. Maybe b cups and a tight ass but not much in the way of hips. Naturally tanned skin, I find out later she's about 30% aboriginal. Dark brown eyes and a face that looked serene and calm with a slight smile nearly always.
We met at a Publix. I was picking out fruit and veggies when this women asked me if I know how to pick out a good cantaloupe. I explained to her that it's also called a musk melon for a reason. It should be first with some give, but you will smell the ripeness through the skin. I handed her the one I had in my cart so she could smell as an example. She smiled at me and asked me if I was doing anything later. My response was it was my week with my daughters, but if she gave me her number I could call her.
We exchanged numbers and I notice them that there was an old guy watching intently from the deli area. I ask her if she has an admirer and she tells me that's her husband. If I hadn't already have met so many swingers as hotwives in my life I might have been taken aback. She noticed I didn't react and smirked.
A week went by with occasional texts and a couple phone conversations. And we made plans to meet up at this dive bar that was half way between where we both lived. And it was a hell of a dive bar. Years later it was actually on that bar rescue show.
So we meet in the parking lot and walk in together to this karaoke night that also seemed to overlap a Plenty of Fish meetup night. It was like all the local MILFs and cougars were in attendance. I ordered us a couple beers and we found a booth far in the corner away from the music to talk and get to know each other.
Pretty simple. Her husband is too old to physically satisfy her so she's allowed to have play time, but she doesn't like having casual flings. She wants a regular side piece so she won't have to keep worrying about testing and condoms all the time. I completely understand where she's coming from and agreed it's probably the best situation for her.