ventono's Blog

Over the years I've had a number of first dates, as well you would expect. But some of the most surprising, and fun, have been with married women.

Some people may frown on that, but there's nothing nicer than two people getting to know each other, and if that leads to more, then I'm not going to apologise for the fun that we had.

One first date that does spring to mind was the lovely Becky. Married, some what happily, and not wanting to shake that. But there was a certain gap in her life that whilst she originally wasn't looking to fill, I somehow slipped in there. I didn't meet her on here, but on Yahoo, when you used to be able to easily search profiles (maybe I'm showing my age). After chatting for a while we both decided it was time to meet for real, see if there was something there or not.

We agreed on a nice country park not that far from where we both met. She turned up rather breathless, her husband had overtaken her on the way to the date and she was worried he suspected something. What do you do in a situation like that? I did what felt right, hugged her, gave her a kiss, and said if it was going to give such a sexy lady a near heart attack, maybe she should go home, I was already over the moon such a woman had agreed to meet me. Luckily she didn't take me up on the offer.

We chatted quickly in the car park, then agreed we should walk through the lovely country side. I'd love to say I was the perfect gentleman, but I wasn't. She was gorgeous, and she was so attractive to me. Not the perfect 10, or 8, but short, sweet, and sexy as hell. As we chatted, walking with my arm around her, I couldn't resist gently stroking the small of her back. Sometimes holding her close just to kiss her. And commenting on her figure, and how I'd love to undress her, and see for myself how sexy she was.

We whiled away quite a few hours just walking, stroking, kissing, talking, and being close to each other that afternoon. As inevitably happens, we ended up back near the car park. I didn't want to let her go home, so I invited her for a coffee the cafe there near the car park. She happily accepted, and I thought I was prolonging the date for that little bit longer.

As it turns out, I was just delaying what she had already decided we were going to share. For a site like this, the following is quite tame, but for us, on a first date, it was very enjoyable. When we got back to the car park, she had no intentions of just letting me get back in my car and driving off. She led me to her car instead, and informed me we were going to have some time in private.

How the back seat of her rather old BMW, in the middle of a car park with families walking by counted as privacy, compared to the parts of the country park we'd just walked through, I just couldn't fathom, but with her pressed against me I didn't want to argue.

No we didn't have sex. No she didn't put on some great show. But, we did share a very intimate moment, and at times I had to hold her close, and despite some disapproving looks, her held close in a passionate embrace was better than her naked breasts being displayed for all to see. It also hid the obvious enthusiasm I was openly showing for her lips and hands by that point.

Anyway, at the end of a long, and sometimes steamy afternoon, we shared a lot together, and left determined to see each other again.

I know this may not be the normal blog on here, but I have enjoyed some wonderful times with married women, and would like to share some of my experiences, in the way that we shared them.

Hell, no one is likely to read this, but if they ever do, dating married women can be fun, exciting, and sometimes very funny (as the first time we booked a hotel room together proves).

Anyway, happy perving, and I look forward to many more pleasures on this site!

Dan