Couch Surfing - Sex Stories

Couch Surfing

Have you ever heard of couch surfing? It's where you save on hotels by crashing on peoples' couches. It's also a great way to meet people. In fact, that's how I met my wife originally. She was couch-surfing together with her 1-year-old daughter, and I ended up surfing in the next-door apartment. Twelve months later, extended family members were couch-surfing to attend our wedding ceremony!

Normally I'm not into single mothers. But if you could see Nicole, I think you'd understand. She's an UNBELIEVABLY beautiful MILF. She's petite, she's demure, she wears thrift-store clothes like she's a runway model. She's got mid-length brown hair; I like to call her my "Brown-Eyed Girl" and whistle Van Morrison. And, oh my God, she has the. Most. Amazing. Ass. Ever. I could cum just walking behind her, staring at that thing as those hips swing. And she wears those tight jeans, too. I think she does it on purpose. I think she knows how stunning her ass is and she deliberately flaunts it. From the moment we started dating, not a day went by I wasn't in heaven drooling at those hips, those legs, that sexy sexy ass... mercy!

You could say my wife is a thrift-store wife. Not only does she do all her shopping at thrift stores (she has an eye for hidden gems). But in a sense, she HERSELF is thrift-store goods. I mean, she's used. She freely admits a double-digit body-count. Which, if she's like every other girl out there, means the reality is in the triple-digits. Yes, Nicole has ...

... entertained her fair share of suitors. She's done her 10,000 hours of practice and she's an expert in the bedroom. I'm overjoyed that of all those candidates, she chose ME to settle down with! With that smooth flat belly, Nicole could've hooked an athlete or a hedge-fund manager. How she settled with me, a run-of-the-mill insurance actuary, I'll never know. Maybe it helps that I was willing to adopt her daughter. It's hard enough for single mothers under normal circumstances. In Nicole's case it was double-hard, as her daughter Ida is half black! I'm used to the raised eyebrows by now. You know what, fuck off, I love Nicole and all the baggage that comes with her. If you've got a problem with that, you can pound sand.

As a matter of fact, this story I'm about to tell you is all about Nicole's "baggage".

It all started when we were looking for a couch-surfing host in Denver. I knew something was up when I saw Nicole's eyes widen. I moved behind her to look at the screen. It was a three-bedroom apartment in downtown Denver and the host lived alone. It was exactly what we needed, but Nicole looked like she'd seen a ghost.

"Do you know him?" I asked. The profile picture showed a clean-looking man around our age, black, professional.

"That's Ida's father!" said Nicole.

"Whoah," I said. I had never met any of Nicole's numerous exes, much less the one who knocked her up.

"Can we stay with him? Please??" Nicole grabbed my sleeve and flashed those puppy-dog eyes.

"You want ...