by Alex Madura
He fooled me however, merely running his hand through my hair tenderly, occasionally moving down to stroke my cheek. Then, earlier than I was expecting I felt his cock swell and throb, a sure sign he was about to shoot his load and with another few bobs of my head several healthy streams of come shot into my mouth and I swallowed quickly.
I know a lot of women don’t like to swallow, but I never understood that. If you take a cock into your mouth, you might as well let him come into it, and if he comes in your mouth you might as well swallow it, it only makes sense. I never got any great thrill out of it, other than knowing most guys like it when you do, and since I‘m not going to blow someone unless I like him, why wouldn’t I make it as thrilling for him as I can?
I sat up, then reached down for my drink. I swirled to first sip around in my mouth to rinse it out, then downed the rest in a large gulp. When I set the empty glass down, he reached over, placed his hand behind my neck and kissed me. It’s awesome when a guy will kiss you after you’ve just finished sucking him off, I was beginning to like him more and more. Letting him pick me up in the bar hadn’t been a mistake.
I watched silently as he stood up and buttoned the top of his trousers, momentarily disappointed thinking he was done, but I should have known better. He didn’t zip up or buckle his belt but merely stood up and held his hand out to me. I took it and he helped me to my feet. As I stood there, he put his hands on my shoulders, leaned forward and kissed me. This was a different type of kiss, where the others had the feel of unbridled lust, this one seemed to convey gentle passion. I felt like I was going to melt, my stomach was filled with butterflies, and a quivery feeling overwhelmed me. Even though he wasn't that much older than me, at that moment it felt like he was a man and I was a teenage girl, odd but true. He had taken charge without forcing himself on me and I loved it.
‘Why don’t we go into the other room?’ he asked after the kiss. ‘It’ll be more comfortable.’
Breathless, all I could do was nod my head. He put his hand on the small of my back and walked me in the direction of the bedroom and like I said, I was beginning to feel like a youngster experiencing her first older, more skillful lover.
He opened the bedroom door and guided me in as he turned on the light. Closing the door, he stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck before speaking softly in my ear.
‘Lights on or off?’
‘Off,’ I answered.
When I make love I like it in the dark. There is something about unseen hands groping and feeling, impassioned lips coming out of nowhere that I find thrilling. I have always separated making slow passionate love from a fast fuck. Going for a quick fuck, I don’t give a damn about lighting, it’s all physical. Making love is something else, something ethereally sensual and tonight I wanted to make love.
‘Could we compromise?’ he asked, ‘The lamp on the table next to the bed has a really dim bulb. I’d like to be able to see you.’
How can you argue with logic like that? I merely nodded my head. He went over, turned on the lamp, then turned off the ceiling light. He was right, the lamp was dim plus the bulb was tinted blue and it glowed like a glorified night light, but the blue glow presented an erotic atmosphere. Looking around I saw his idea of making the bed was to pull the cover up over the pillow when he got up. It didn’t matter, we were going to mess the bed up anyway, but a female notices these things.
At long last he started to undress and I helped him out of his shirt and vest. Undoing his trousers again, I saw that his prick was up, although not fully erect, but I knew there wasn’t going to be any problem, we weren’t done by any means. He eased me back to the side of the bed and I sat down and kicked off my heels. He sat down beside me and started to take off his shoes and socks. He raised himself up and pushed his trousers and pants down and I knew we were ready for business. Then he kind of swung around off the bed and onto his knees in front of me. I could guess what was about to happen next.
He put his hands on my hips and kissed my navel, the tip of his tongue tickling me exquisitely. My stomach tightened as I tried to suppress a giggle. Then he started to pull down the waistband of my panties. I leaned back on my elbows and raised my hips so he could get them off me. When they were down to my knees I settled back down and raised my legs. Once the underwear was gone, before I could lower my legs, he bent down, kissing me lightly on my bare inner thighs, then his tongue traced a path up to my waiting pussy. He kissed each outer lip before slipping his tongue into the gap between them and moved it upwards towards my clitoris. When it made contact I inhaled in a short series of shallow, sudden, jerking gasps. I came down off my elbows and laid flat on my back, my hands now grabbing the bedsheets and clutching them tightly.
I lay there on my back with my legs apart and my knees pulled back as far as I could, breathing irregularly, being deliciously tortured by his tongue. While his tongue swirled and stroked me, he would periodically push a finger into me, wriggling it and moving in circular motions, then withdrawing it. Either his tongue or finger stimulated my clitoris, driving me erotically forward. I could feel something build up inside me, something that needed a release and that release came in the form of a spine rattling, hip jerking, arse clenching, crushingly intense orgasm.
My mouth was closed but I moaned like a wounded animal, before emitting a series of gasping sob-like groans as my lower torso was wracked with a wave of spasms. I reached down and grabbed one of his hands, pulled it upwards, grabbing it tightly against my belly. It was almost as if I wanted him to share in this beautiful orgasm and feel what he’d done to me. I guess in moments like this we don’t always make sense. If the night ended right there I would have been more than happy, but it didn’t.
When my orgasm began to subside, I was lying there limply, breathing heavily, momentarily in a state of exhaustion but still clutching his hand. I felt his hand moving in my grip so I raised my head and opened my eyes. He was standing in front of me, his cock was fully erect now, sticking out and up like the bowsprit on a sailing ship. I knew the night wasn’t over, the best was yet to come. I swung myself around on the bed and slid over to the center of the mattress and held my arms out to him.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, running his hands over my breasts and then bent over and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue making the kiss all the more interesting. I slipped a hand over and began stroking his cock and balls. He responded by moving down to kiss my breasts. The same tongue that had so adeptly worked on my clitoris was now doing the same for my nipples, pressuring them and flicking its way back and forth across them reawakening the orgasmic feelings that had just begun to fade. One of his hands was rubbing my pussy. I was now ripe for the taking and I needed to be fucked.
He moved into position, pausing for one last kiss. Then supporting himself on one elbow, holding his cock in one had he directed it towards the right spot. Feeling the head of his dick rubbing and probing my pussy sent a thrill through me. When it hit its mark, he moved his hips forward pushing his cock into me. I find the moment of penetration to be an exquisite feeling, and this one seemed even more so.
Once in, he slid his arms under my back, supporting himself on his elbows while embracing me. He began taking long, slow, easy thrusts. I raised my legs up and around him, crossing my ankles behind him. I twisted my hips from side to side, meeting his every forward move with a grinding motion of my own, putting an ever changing pressure on my pussy and stress on my swollen clitoris. My second orgasm of the night was rapidly building up in me, ready to break free.
As he continued drilling into me, I felt myself shiver then experience a kind of slithery, queasy feeling in my insides. Then there was a rush of indefinable ecstasy laced sensations as my second orgasm of the evening swept through me. My arms and legs tightened around him out of reflex as I threw my head back. I heard myself whine out something unintelligible but definitely profanity laden.
Reacting to my orgasm, he sp
ed up his trusts, humping furiously. Even through the blissful fog that was clouding my brain, I knew he was going for the grand finale, trying desperately to join me in my climax. I was too spent at this point do anything more than lay there and happily take it, totally enjoying it. His change in tempo, the vigorous thrusting, helped prolong my orgasm until the inevitable end. He gave a couple of sudden hard deep thrusts into me, each one punctuated by the feel of the pulsation of his cock, signaling he was coming inside me.
We lay there like that, holding onto each other, trying to catch our breath. I still had my arms and legs wrapped around him, one hand rubbing his back. He kissed my neck, then moved to my lips and we kissed each other. It was a hard, wet, sloppy kiss, deep and probing that held the promise of an encore in the future, but it was over for the moment. It was the kind of a kiss that let me know that he didn’t think of me as just another one night stand and that he thought of me as something special and worth seeing again.
It had been an almost perfect evening for me.
When he shifted off of me he rolled onto his back and I rolled onto my side to face him, pulling his arm around me so that he now faced me. He leaned over and kissed my cheek, then settled back down.
‘And to think all I wanted to do was dance with you and that led to all this,’ he murmured. ‘My evening would have been a success if you had given me your phone number with a promise of a future date.’
‘Are you disappointed?’ I asked as I looked straight into his eyes to gauge his reaction to that question.
‘Oh, God no,’ he quickly responded, then after a pause, ‘I was just wondering, will we be seeing each other again?’
Awkwardly, I rolled over on my back. Still holding his hand, I raised it up to my lips and kissed it then smiled over at him.
‘It’s all up to you my dear, but I really hope so.’
As soon as I said the words ‘my dear’ I realised that I didn't even know his name. I had just had unprotected sex with a man I had just met a few hours previously but I had no regrets.
He responded by kissing me passionately once more. I had my answer. I rolled back over on my side and scrunched back against him. My mind was made up. My arsehole of a boyfriend was history and I would officially break up with him tomorrow. I realised there was no real guarantee that this guy was ‘the one’ but even if he wasn't, for a while we could have a pretty good time together.
I went out that night just looking for a distraction, someone to make me feel good about myself. I assume he was there for the same reason and fortunately we found each other.
We lay on our sides for about half an hour and tenderly kissed and touched each other. Not a lot was said. It was getting late and I needed to get home and get some sleep as I was working in the morning but as soon as I told him that I noticed two things. First was the look of genuine disappointment in his eyes with the realisation that this lovely evening for both of us was coming to an end. The other thing I noticed was that his cock was now rigid again and I could hardly leave him in that state.
I would be as well to get the benefit of his erection as he would probably have a wank when I left and that would be no fun, for me anyway. I turned over and raised myself onto my elbows and knees and gave him a sloppy lingering snog.
‘Go on,’ I said, ‘get behind me and fuck me as hard as you can.’
He didn’t waste any time and within seconds positioned himself behind me and guided his cock into my wet and willing pussy. As he started to thrust into me I reached under and started to frig my clit with the aim of bringing myself off as he climaxed into me.
We were both so turned on that we started to utter words that we both had probably not used in a long time to encourage each other on. I particularly liked being called a slut and he seemed to enjoy my running commentary on what he was doing to me and what I wanted him to do to me in the future.
It only took a few minutes for us both to climax and it was the most powerful one of the evening for me and as he withdrew he brought his head down and licked his come as it leaked from my pussy.
‘You like that don’t you?’ I said.
‘There’s a lot of things I like and hopefully I can find out more about your fantasies as well in the future.’
‘Sounds promising,’ I replied, ‘but I have to go now.’
‘Okay, do you want a shower before you go?’
‘No, but thanks for asking.’
He had been considerate and attentive inside and outside bed and I had enjoyed his company but it was time to return home with his come running down my thighs for my soon to be ex boyfriend to see, and if he didn’t see the come he was sure to smell the unmistakable smell of my sex.
I knew he would not want to break up with me when I tell him but when he knows I’ve fucked another man it will be game over, and I’ll be the winner...
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LISA’S STORY
MY HUSBAND HAS NO IDEA
The first symptoms my marriage was in trouble came to the fore about five years ago when I turned forty.
I had started to go through the menopause, which was a big surprise to me, as I was always under the impression it would not happen until I was in my fifties or sixties. Over the next two or three years I suffered hot flushes, mood swings and I completely went off sex with my husband.
Up until then we'd been very sexually active and quite adventurous, fucking several times a week in various positions and locations. My husband wasn't very understanding and didn't take the fact that I didn't want sex too well. I gave him the occasional hand or blow job to try and keep him happy, however that was as far as I could go.
He eventually gave up even trying to get me to have sex after a few months and although I have no proof, I suspected he began to visit a prostitute when I found condoms in his pocket. In some ways it was a blessing, at least he wasn't bothering me and as long as he was paying for it rather than having an affair then we would struggle on until my libido returned.
It wasn't until the end of last year, that my sex drive returned. I wouldn't say it returned with a vengeance, but I did start to feel horny again which was a welcome development. By then I'd gone off him and didn't fancy him fucking me any more. Not so much because of his liaison with the prostitute, but he'd let himself go in the last five years. He'd put on weight and the thought of him on top of me or resting his fat belly on my bum trying to fuck me doggy style did nothing for me at all.
When he suggested sex I carried on pretending I didn't want to, but when I had the house to myself I would masturbate and pleasure myself with a vibrator or dildo. It gave me some sexual release, but wasn't the same as real sex and I began to consider alternatives. I didn't want to separate or divorce for various reasons, not just financial and reasoned that if he was seeing a whore, as I suspected, there was no reason for me not to have sex with someone else. Someone I found attractive and fancied, who wouldn't want anything more than a sexual relationship and that’s when the idea of finding a fuck buddy came to me.
One guy sprung immediately to mind and that was Mike, who is four years younger than me. He and I had been good friends since working together some years ago. We'd flirted and came close to having an affair seven or eight years ago. Two or three times a month we would meet for coffee or the occasional lunch. After a hysterectomy a couple of years back his wife became completely disinterested in sex and last year he'd dropped hints that we could be more than just friends but at the time I wasn't looking for sex as I was still coping with the menopause. I felt certain he'd still be interested but I would have to make the running this time.
We'd arranged to meet for one of our regular lunch dates one Wednesday, which we did when we both had the afternoon off and had no need to rush back to work as it would give us a leisurely few hours to eat and catch up. I thought a bit of flirting would perhaps jog his memory back to last year and the hints he'd dropped, and take it from there.
Once I’d made up my mind to test the waters with Mike I began
to fantasise about our next meeting and I decided that my pussy needed some long overdue maintenance. My intention was to just trim my pubes and use a razor to fashion a tidy triangle pointing downwards. The trimming went all right but when I started to shape it I couldn't get my pube hair symmetrical and in the end decided to shave them all off. It'll be a nice surprise for him if we get that far, I thought as I ran my fingers over my smooth mound.
The next big decision was what to wear the next day. Being an optimist I worked on the assumption that something would happen, and even if we didn't fuck, I decided to wear some sexy lingerie under my dress. I couldn’t wear a revealing dress or anything like that as I didn’t want the office gossips to speculate on the reasons for me wearing a sexy dress which would leave little to the imagination.