Noodles

As is usual for a mama trying to leave the house with everything she needs, I was running late for my date with my new lover. On top of that, I realized I had not eaten all day. I sent a text asking if he could please cook up the dumplings I had left in his freezer from the last time we fucked. Our relationship as lovers is pretty new and though I usually try to plan for snacking after fucking – his ability to go round after round usually leaves us with little time for eating before we have exhausted ourselves. 

Though I had imagined and intended that my sex life would not slow down after becoming a mother, I found that the same primal instincts that made my sex life so satisfying before children were what made me want to take a pause on nonmonogamy and turn inward to be with my babies. My partner dated and fucked more folks in this period than I did — we have been in an open marriage for years and time with other lovers was a space for excitement and nourishment that we weren’t always able to give each other, with the added perk of also igniting our fires for one another. 

I had spent months delighting in knowing that my husband was out with others having a good time and getting his sexual needs met. But my desire for the novelty of a new body didn’t return for a long time. Longer than I predicted. Now, my youngest was almost two years old now and I felt the call of my returning insatiable libido. My husband and I had been fucking more but I found myself wanting to be under the extra potent spell of a new lover. I wanted to enjoy the new sounds, uncover new kinks and delight in the unique chemistry of it all. My postpartum body was softer and more feminine than ever and I was dying to share it with someone new. 

So I jumped back on dating apps and quickly updated my profile to show off this new postpartum version of myself. Softer, older, more confident, milfier than ever. I am always switching up my strategy on these apps (it’s research for my job as a relationship coach), and decided to go with the simple go-with-my-gut vibe check. I was not swiping for very long when his photo came up. He was bald—something I have been even more attracted to since learning that baldness is a sign of high testosterone—with a smile that communicated genuine joy. His profile was sparse but every photo possessed that same contagious joyful quality. He was a few years older than me, a Sagittarius, and originally from Mexico City. And, as a huge plus for an anxious driver as well as a wife and mother of two who can not host— he resided on my same side of town. He was assertive yet gentle in our correspondence and though he was shy during our first few dates, his gentle confidence, nurturing nature and bunny-like fucking abilities kept me coming back for more. 

He didn’t mind that I was married and a mom. In fact — he preferred it. His favorite parts of my body were ones that I had worked really hard to learn how to love, my soft mom belly and new fatter ass.  A self-proclaimed “late-bloomer” he was in a season of sexual exploration and I was delighted to be the recipient of his zest. My radar for vibes proved good and I quickly gave him the slot of my regular lover — he enjoys marathon sessions like I do and though we quickly found that we were generally more interested in fucking than in dating, we were also comfortable swimming in the warm, yummy waters of new relationship energy. It wasn’t quite a relationship but it still possessed the warmth that is the cherry on top for what I find to be the most satisfying sexual connections. We had fallen into a routine of meeting at his place and flirting over a bottle of wine as he slowly undressed me and I couldn’t wait to experience him in real life instead of replaying our last encounters over in my head. 

He greets me with his warm smile that I love. His bushy brows and mustache are always so well-groomed and his outfit always indicative that he put some thought into it. 

In his Mexican accent he says, “I ordered some fresh dumplings and noodles for you that should be here soon.” I was already horny for him and he ordered food for me too. *Swoon* 

He pours me a glass of wine and we eat together on his little kitchen island. I can feel myself blushing as he caresses my hair and face and compliments my good style, how pretty my hair is, my nail color choice. Two of my favorite forms of foreplay are feeding my stomach and feeding my ego. He is always so good at both. 

A noodle slaps my face as I slurp it up and we giggle. He grabs a napkin and wipes the sauce off my face before he starts kissing me. He kisses my face, my lips, my neck. I let out an exhale knowing that this giving lover of mine is about to give me the weekly release that I need. 

We lean on a kitchen island and he changes position to get behind me. I feel his tobacco breath on my neck, his solid body and hard cock against my ass. I lean into it as I continue to slurp up my noodles. He encourages my animal instinct to arch my back and rub up on him and I laugh as I finish my noodles and feel his big hands move my long brown hair aside to start kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. I let out a moan with my mouth still full of dumplings and noodles.

Softly, in my ear he asks, “Can I eat you?” 

I look back at him and we kiss passionately. It is a mixture of lipstick, noodle sauce and spit. A blend reserved for new yet familiar lovers who can't get enough of one another. Nothing is gross. I am getting wetter and wetter as we play with each other’s lips and alternate between deep tongue kissing and small pecks. He pulls my skirt up and I feel his strong, hairy hands inching up my smooth tan thighs. 

“Ugh —I love your legs.” He knows how I have been working out and that every compliment further fuels my wetness.

He lets out a long, masculine “MMMMMM” as his fingers meet my wetness an inch down my legs. I moan in anticipation of his skilled thick fingers reaching my cunt. I spread my legs open more and lean further onto the kitchen island. 

He gets under me. I look down at his handsome face and kind eyes and start caressing his bald head. He meets my cunt with his fingers as he kisses my thighs. He rubs my clit and I feel myself opening up for him quickly. He rubs my lips and slowly slowly gets closer and closer to my cunt. The anticipation of his mouth on me makes me feel crazy. I want it. 

I plop myself right onto his face and he begins to work my meaty cunt with his hands, and every part of his mouth. His fingers are reaching deep into me as I feel his plump lips and wet tongue kissing all of me. He is opening me up and looking for that magic button that releases the floodgate of juices. I begin to rock back and forth on his face and I feel the enthusiasm of the way his tongue dances on my clit and my lips while his fingers get increasingly aggressive. 

I feel the pressure growing in my cunt and know the feeling of release is so soon. My back begins to arch as the energy continues to build. My cunt is already dripping and I am still clothed from the waist up. I feel the energy growing as he alternates between grabbing my ass and gripping my small tits. I get closer and closer to orgasm. He is still underneath me on his knees. He can’t be comfortable in the position he is in yet I hear him slurping and moaning as he knows I am about to make it rain on his face. 

Everything is hot. My face is hot, the air is hot, my mouth is still hot from my spicy noodles, I feel the heat radiating toward my cunt. Finally, the pressure deep in my cunt explodes and I hear the drips that miss his face and land on the tile in his kitchen. 

“MMMMMMM.” We both moan in satisfaction as he slurps up my juices and relentlessly makes me squirt again and again. I fear that I might be drowning him but I look down and am reassured by his face — eyes rolled back, sweat beads on his head and still working hard extending the pleasure and release by licking all the juices off all of inner and outer lips and erect clit. 

His fingers are deep inside me as he hits my button again and again and I wonder where the hell all this liquid even comes from. He gets me some water and returns to resume making me come over and over until I am absolutely spent. His face is covered in my juices and he comes up for air to kiss me hard on the mouth. At this point, I am leaning all my weight on the kitchen island trying to stabilize myself. Every inch of my body is weak, wet and sensitive to the smallest touch. He rubs my back, neck and shoulders as I tremble. 

“That was so hot. Can I help you to the couch?”

He carries me to the couch in the living room as I regain my ability to speak. We cuddle on the sofa for a few minutes and his erect cock lets me know that we are just getting started. 

Photo of the author by Lindsay Garcia