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Cheating Time Traveling Milf

Written by Candi Dix

Copyright 2021 Candi Dix

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All characters are over 18. This is explicit erotica not meant for those who are under 18.

Cheating Time Traveling Milf

Written by Candi Dix

Barbara buttered toast as seven-year-old John ate his breakfast before heading off to school. Gil, her husband, walked into the kitchen. The expression on his face told her everything she needed to know about the way this morning would go for her. Gil was a very short-tempered man.

That she was running late this morning certainly wasn’t going to help things go any better. Gil wasn’t necessarily a bad guy; he didn’t drink too much and made good money, particularly now after getting a raise of $5 a week. But it was becoming challenging to live with him and his ego.

“Hurry up, will you? I wouldn’t want to lose my ridiculously high-paying job. Mr. James doesn’t pay $85 a week to everyone, you know. We could end up like the Joneses. You don’t want that, do you? Living in a shack?” Gil asked gruffly.

“I know, dear. I’m hurrying.” Barbara brought him his breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon.

“You are going to the store, right?” he asked as he shoveled the food into his mouth.

Barbara thought for a second. Damn, it's Friday. “Yes, I do have to go to the store today.”

“Great!” he said as he put the last of his food into his mouth. “We could have that barbecue tomorrow, and I would like Salisbury steak this week and maybe some pot pies too. Can you do that for me?” He pulled out his pipe and lit it.

“I sure can, dear,” Barbara said. She liked Salisbury steak as much as the next person, but Gil was obsessed with it. And they had it nearly every night, except on Tuesdays when they had chicken.

Gil got up, leaned over, and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll be done when I’m done,” he said as he went for the door. Barbara knew that was a strange statement since he would be home like always at 5:15 tonight.

She didn’t want to go to the store. All she wanted to do was watch her show Love of Life. Barbara wanted to live in Rosehill. She also wanted Richard Coogan, Van’s husband, in the show. She knew he could give her a baby. Gil was too fat, and it was just unpleasant. She was running out of time to have another one; she was already twenty-five, and everyone else already had multiple babies.

She went to her bedroom, got cleaned up, and put on a nice-looking dress and nylon stockings. It was nice that they could afford such luxuries and didn’t have to scrimp. She hated that things were difficult back when she was growing up,

and she didn’t want to go through that again in her lifetime. By any standards, Barbara was an attractive woman. She had nice skin and a curvy form accentuated by a nice pair of generous breasts.

She and Gil got together in high school and married right after graduation. It wasn’t exactly as she had dreamt, but it wasn’t bad either. Things had been pretty rough for a while, but they had gotten better. Well, except for Gil, he had gotten more distant and irritable.

After she got all done up, she put on a lovely floral house dress, headed out to the car to drive to A&P grocery. It wasn’t a long drive. As soon as she pulled into the parking lot and parked, there was a bright flash of light.

Barbara didn’t think anything of it, figuring that it was the sun reflecting off someones’ chrome bumper or something. But as she climbed out of the car, she noticed she had parked next to a rather strange-looking automobile. She tried to read the name on it. Tesla. I wonder where the rest of the car is.

The Tesla Y was relatively small compared to her 1951 Chevrolet Bel Air. So strange. What will they come up with next? She pulled her shopping list out of her purse and put her keys inside.

“Hey, lady, nice car,” a young man yelled out the window at her. She smiled but ignored him and didn’t even lookup.

“Did you want to go for a ride in my truck? Then maybe you can give me a ride in your car?” the young man asked.

She sighed and looked up at him to explain that she was married, but all she saw was the door. Her eyes opened wide as she looked at the enormous lifted 4x4 extended cab Ford. What the hell? Everything was different. As Barbara looked around. Even the store was different. It wasn’t an A & P. It said Walmart and the store was giant.

“What do you say?” the young man asked.

Barbara screamed.

“You seem really tense. I have some weed. It will help you calm down,” he said when she stopped screaming. “Did you want some?”

She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know where she was or what was going on.

“Come on, get in, we’ll go park, and you chill for a moment. What do you say?” the persistent young man asked.

Barbara nodded, and he opened the enger door. She struggled to get in. The bottom of the truck was too high off the ground for her legs to reach easily. He reached out his hand to offer assistance. Taking it with a smile, she climbed into the seat.

She looked at the dashboard and was overwhelmed with how busy it was. A video was playing on the dash screen of some music video the young man had muted. She was amazed by how brilliantly clear and colorful the small TV was.

“Hey, I’m Jacob. What’s your name?” he asked as he looked her up and down.

Barbara felt a little insecure. This guy, Jacob, was so terribly thin and pretty, not like Gil at all. “I’m … Barbara,” she stammered.

“Hey, nice to meet you, Barbara. We’ll just park over there.” He started his truck and drove to the far corner of the parking lot, pressing the window button to close her window as he did. Barbara watched the dark tinted window close slowly. Some of her friends had power windows in their cars. But Gil said that if you're too lazy to crank up your window, you're too lazy.

“Hey, here you go, you can have the first hit,” Jacob said as he ed her his pipe.

She took it and looked at the exceedingly colorful glass pipe. Looking around,

she felt like she was in a daze already. She wanted to take out one of her Herbert Tareytons; she needed to relax. “What about the reefer madness?”

Jacob looked at her and laughed. “I think you’ll be okay. You’re really taking this 1950s thing far.”

He had a nice laugh and a gentle manner. She closed her eyes and lit the pipe as she inhaled. The punky smoke filled her, and she started coughing. “Oh, my.”

“You okay… Yeah, you’ll be okay,” Jacob said as he took the pipe from her and took a long hit on it.

Barbara watched the world outside as the THC raced through her. She felt… relaxed finally, for the first time in a long time.

“You are one sexy thing,” Jacob said.

She smiled. No one had called her sexy ever, as far as she could recall. He offered her another hit, and she refused. “I’m okay. I’m really okay. This is something I needed, I think.”

“You want to go in the back?” Jacob said.

Barbara knew what that meant. He wanted her to touch his thing. She thought for a moment. “Yeah, okay.” She got up and climbed in the back. I don’t know what has gotten into me, but I know what I want to put in me, she thought as she fell into the back seat, giggling. Her house dress fell up around her waist, giving Jacob a nice view of her world since she didn’t wear underwear with her pantyhose.

Almost frozen with her nethers showing, she didn’t know what this young man was going to do. It's okay, pretty boy, you can screw me; I won’t tell.

Jacob reached down, picked up the windshield sunshade, and put it in place. Barbara didn’t move. After some thought, she realized that he was the first to ever see her beaver other than Gil and that Doctor when John was born.

After getting the visor in place, he offered her another hit off his pipe. “I don’t think that’s what I want to smoke right now.” She couldn’t believe she heard the words coming out of her mouth.

“I know what you want,” Jacob said as he undid his pants. As he pulled them down, his massive erection sprung out towards her. She gasped. It was at least twice the size of her fat husband’s. Jacob repositioned himself over her.

I haven’t done this in forever. Barbara’s performance anxiety raced through her as she laid there with this nice cock waving just inches from her face. He took the back of her head and fed his length into her mouth, which she readily accepted as she parted her lips. She watched wide-eyed as his mass and girth pushed its way inside. Damn, I’m going to choke.

Her hands hesitantly found his hanging balls, which she played with as he ran his cock in and out of her mouth. While her newfound friend fucked her mouth in a way that Gil never could, she reached down and started unrolling her pantyhose. She kind of liked the feeling of his balls slapping her jaw.

She couldn’t reach much past her knees with his big cock in her mouth, so she began unbuttoning her top. He pulled out and picked up her legs, putting them over his right shoulder, and tickled her pussy with his cock, working it into place. She reached around her back and unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts.

Jake looks at them. “Those are gorgeous,” he said. No one had ever told her how beautiful her body was before. It was enlightening and pleasant.

His cock parted her and glided in effortlessly. I don’t ever being so wet before. Barbara could do nothing other than gasp as his length pushed into the deepest recesses of her body.

Jake started off nice and slow, giving her time to adjust. It had all already been too much for her. She was already cumming. Her pussy tightened, her nethers began to heat, “Oh, yes,” popped out of her mouth. It was so much. Her cry told

Jake to go faster, and his hips became a flurry. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before; indeed, nothing like Gil could ever do.

Her body shook, and her breasts bounced so much she had to grab them with one hand. The other tried to prevent her head from banging on the truck's door. She just smiled broadly and moaned as his cock fucked her and his balls bounced off her round ass.

Barbara didn’t know if it was the reefer, Jake’s huge cock, or the fact that she was somewhere who knows where who knows when. The orgasms weren’t stopping, and neither was Jake. She was okay with this. Maybe she would just stay here, wherever here was, and Gil can make his own damn Salisbury steak.

She kind of wished Gil was here just to watch Jake fuck her so that he would know how to do it and so that he would understand the fact that he never could. It didn’t matter if he made $85 a week. This moment was worth so much more to her. Jake was freeing, never had she ever experienced such an endless orgasm.

Jake switched places with her, and she climbed on top. She had never done this before. Gil always was on top of her. She grabbed Jake's enormous cock. It felt good in her hand. It filled her hand, not like her husband's tiny dick, and placed it inside her. Wave after wave of heat rolled over her filling her soul.

At first, she bounced up and down, but that wasn’t doing quite what she wanted or needed. Then she drove Jake’s cock as deep as she could inside her and ground down on his dick. “Oh, Fuck!” she yelled, “Oh, yes… damn!” The words

just came out. She didn’t even know she had said them. Harder and faster until her body froze and shook. Amazing. That was all she could think; wave after intense wave tore through her body.

Jake got out from underneath her, and she rolled her quivering body onto her back. He spread her legs.

“You are so much better than my husband.” She couldn't even believe she said it when she heard it come out of her mouth.

Jake looked at her. “Your husband ever done this?” He took his giant cock and placed it on her tiny pucker, and worked it.

“Oh, no, he has never done that. No one has ever done that. It's so naughty,” she said.

“Well, aren’t you the naughtiest girl ever,” he said as his mass pushed its way into her.

All she could do, all she could say was, “God damn, yes!” She wasn’t expecting it at all. Jake’s huge cock pushing its way into her tiny asshole was what she had been missing, and it made her feel so naughty. Jake’s body flexed, his muscular body rippled as he did her as no man had ever done her before like her husband couldn’t and wouldn’t.

“Fuck your tight, baby,” Jake grunted as he pulled out, spraying his cum all over her.

“Oh!” Barbara said at the amount and distance of Jake’s cum. It landed all over the place, on her face, in her hair; it coated her still shimmying breasts. She stared at one of her breasts and her nipple erect with cum dripping down it. I’m such a naughty girl, she thought to herself, quite pleased. However, now she was covered in another man's cum. How was she going to explain that? She smiled to herself. I’m so naughty.

Jake was a little winded. “Wow, you are so hot. Damn.”

“Say, do you know what day it is?”

“Yeah, it's… Tuesday,” he said.

“Tuesday? What month and year is it?”

Jake laughed. “That weed was pretty strong. But, yeah, it’s June 21, 2021.”

Barbara stared at him; her mouth dropped. “2021? Do they still have TV dinners in the store?”

“You're really taking this 1950’s thing really far. Yeah, I think so.”

Barbara pulled herself together, using one of his t-shirts to clean herself off the best she could, and climbed back into the front seat after Jake got into the driver's seat.

“You come here often?” “Yeah, I usually get done around this time every Tuesday. I work here on the overnights,” Jake said.

“Good to know. Could you take me up to the store, please? I need to grab something before I go home.”

Jake was staring at his phone, checking his messages. “Oh, yeah, I can do that, no problem. Hey, did you want my number or anything?”

She looks at the device in his and doesn’t understand what it is. “No, I will find you when I want to hang out again. How does that sound?”

“Great. No strings. I get it. You are really cool.”

“You are really something yourself, Jake. I will most definitely not forget you anytime soon.”

Jake drove her up to the store, and she quickly climbed out and headed inside. It didn’t take her too long to find the TV dinners, but she did have to stop and check out some of the crazy things on the shelves. Barbara grabbed three Hungry Man dinners. They looked good, but the prices were crazy, she thought. But Gil does make $85 a week. She can splurge a little, after all.

She got through the check out okay after a manager came and told the young cashier that her money was good. The young cashier hadn’t seen US dollars that looked like that before. She walked out of the store, looking at the way people dressed and all the cars everywhere.

An old woman said to her, “Hello, Barbara.”

Barbara stopped and looked at the woman, “Hello? Do I know you? I’m sorry, I seem to be a little out of sorts today. Do we go to church together?”

“You could say that.” The woman smiled. “Oh, and by the way, next time, do us a favor and wear a condom. We wouldn’t want any accidents.” The old woman turned and walked away, yelling back, “See you soon, Barbara.”

Barbara stared at the older woman for a moment until a car honked at her. “Hey, lady, get out of the way.”

Barbara headed back to her car. She put her bags in the back, got in, and backed out of the parking spot. Just as when she arrived, there was a flash of light. Suddenly a ‘57 Plymouth was honking at her. She waved at the other driver and stared at the store as she left the A&P parking lot.

Pulling into the driveway, she could see Johnny walking down the sidewalk with his friends on his way home from school. She headed inside, put the groceries away, and ran into the bathroom to take a quick shower. She rushed to pull herself together, doing her hair and makeup and putting on a new house dress.

She had supper done five minutes after Gil got home and was in his chair. John was setting up the TV trays; the Perry Como show would be on soon, and they didn’t want to miss it. Barbara brought Gil his food.

After a bit, he asked, “Is this a new TV dinner?”

“Yes, I thought we could try it. Do you like it?”

“Oh yeah, this is great. Do you think you would be able to get more?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can get some.” Barbara smiled.

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