Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  His hands were still on her ass. Dragging them down a little further, he scooped her up. Her needy slit was pressing and rubbing against his hard cock and she couldn’t stop herself from grinding hard against it.

  He pushed her up against the wall just outside of the kitchen, his lips kissing her neck. They traveled back to her lips, feeling her soft tongue with his own. Her nipples pressed against his chest, sending sensations through them both.

  Setting her down on the floor, he grabbed her panties, pulling them down off of her hips and down her thighs. He bent down gently kissing her above her pussy. He then slowly stuck his tongue between her wet lips and wiggled his tongue. She kicked her panties off and grabbed him by his head, burying his face between her legs. Then, moving her legs wider apart, she reached her hand down, spreading her lips open so he could lick her clit.

  Vincent’s hand came up between her legs, a finger sliding into her wet, eager slit. She moaned the second his finger touched her, waiting to feel him inside her. He pulsed into her as he lapped at her cunt, looking at her. Her eyes were closed and her face was red with her panting. Her chest heaved as her hands gripped at the wall behind her.

  He stood up, wrapping his hands back underneath her butt. Picking her up, he kissed her again, slowly lowering her onto his hard cock. Her arms went around his shoulders, supporting herself as he started to fuck her. She was surprised at how quickly he had lifted her, feeling the head of his dick pushing against her pussy.

  As he slid in, she tried to stop herself from moaning too loudly, but her concentration went to the heat building in her cunt. She circled her hips, wanting more of him.

  He thrusted into her half an inch at a time, savoring the feel of her tight slit around his dick. He wanted to go slowly, remembering how amazing their first night together had been. No matter how hot their threesome had been, and how sexy Trudy was, all he really wanted was to have Andrea all to himself.

  He pushed into her deeper and a little faster, pulling away from her lips to watch her expression. She frowned as he moved in deeper and she started to bounce on his hips. The frown disappeared the faster she moved and he started to feel her slip out of his grip.

  Kissing her again, he pulled away from the wall, still holding her. The couch was close and they fell on it together, Vincent on top of Andrea. His cock slammed into her as they fell, hitting her g-spot deliciously and causing her to cry out with pleasure.

  He pumped into her, bringing his fingers to her clit to intensify her orgasm. Her moaning got louder and he struggled to maintain control, his gaze moving to her tits as they bounced wildly below him.

  She stopped suddenly, grabbing his cock and pulling it out of her. He was sticky with her come and her fingers slipped around his thick, hard dick.

  “Wait,” she said to him in a sultry voice.

  Chapter Five

  She got up, turning around so that her stomach was pressed against the back of the couch. She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes studying the naked body behind her. On her knees, she spread her legs a little wider, pushing her ass back towards him.

  His eyes were clouded with lust for her. He put a hand around her, on her abdomen, pushing her hips back further so that her ass stuck out even more. Grabbing his cock, he slid back into her, closing his eyes at the sensation of her pussy.

  Staring at her perky ass and tight slit made him want to come right then but instead, he thrust in deeper. He stroked her stomach with his fingertips, bringing them to her tits.

  He massaged them as he fucked her, thrusting into her faster as she got wetter and wetter. She was slippery with her desire for him, like no one he’d ever been with before. The way she wanted him was incredibly arousing.

  Her hips started to move with his thrusting, pushing herself down on his cock harder. He brought his fingers back to her clit, rubbing it in circles as he pumped into her faster and harder.

  “Vince, that feels so good,” she said through her moaning, bringing her hands up to her hair and arching her back.

  Her tit pressed against his hand as she curved her back. Her ass pushed further back too, letting him inside of her even deeper. The sound of her voice moaning his name made him tingle with pleasure. He moaned along with her, murmuring her name.

  She turned to look at him, her eyelids heavy with lust. She twisted a little, kissing him as he fucked her from behind. Moving back around, she bent over further so that he could pound into her faster.

  Crying out, she started to come. He could feel her sticky pleasure covering his dick, welcoming all of him inside. She threw her head back, bouncing back on his cock. His fingers moved quickly over her clit.

  He slowed his thrusting, continuing to circle around her clit. With one last deep thrust, his cock started to quiver. He pulled out of her, dripping his seed all over her pink, puffy slit. She moaned at the sensation and brought her hand down on top of his, keeping his hand at her clit.

  He pulled away, flipping her around on the couch. He moved between her legs and put his tongue on her clit. He flicked it around her pussy until she started to tremble again, making his mouth and chin glistening wet.

  He sat up, pulling her up next to him and looked into her eyes. She wiped her hand over his wet mouth, laughing and kissed him hard. Her heart felt like it was swollen in her chest when she looked into his eyes.

  He stood up from the couch, holding a hand out to her. She got up, following him to the shower across the hall. He turned it on, kissing her between lingering looks as the room started to steam up.

  She stepped under the water first, watching him with a coy smile as he followed her in. She held her head under the water, letting it run over her face. It was a reality check. She wanted to make sure that what was happening was real. It felt like she had been waiting for that moment for a long time.

  He wrapped his arms around her, looking like he had a lot on his mind.

  He cleared his throat, looking into her eyes, “I never would have slept with Trudy, if I had known I could have just had you.”

  Her heart thumped in her chest.

  “Honestly, I would have cancelled with Trudy but you seemed so insistent on me sleeping with her,” he frowned, as if he just remembered that confusing point.

  She shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed, “I just wanted Trudy to have the opportunity to get to know you, romantically. If she knew I liked you, she would have backed off. You were too incredible to keep all to myself, no matter how much I wanted to.”

  He leaned down, kissing her passionately. Slowly and deeply. When he pulled away he smiled.

  “It’s a little strange, but sweet. You’re a very good friend,” Vincent said with a laugh.

  She turned around, leaning back into his strong chest and arms.

  “Weren’t you going to make me dinner?” She said, raising an eyebrow.

  He narrowed his eyes, looking at the ceiling as if he couldn’t remember saying that at all.

  “On second thought, maybe we should go out,” he paused, his hands moving from her waist up to her breasts. He felt her nipples with his fingers. “Maybe, afterwards.”

  She turned her head, kissing him as he caressed her tits as the hot water streamed over them. He was finally all hers.

  The End of the Story

  Thank you so much for reading…

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  Book 61: Group Actions

  Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  Samantha smoothed o
ut her dress and enjoyed what she saw in the mirror. Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders like a river of fire, and her pale skin complimented the color of her hair beautifully.

  Samantha loved the way she looked. She loved everything about herself from the color of her hair to the shade of her eyes to the size of her breasts. This made her an extremely confident woman.

  She had it all. She had a great job as the personal assistant to the CEO at a multinational corporation, she had looks that women would die for, and she was married to the man of her dreams: her high school sweetheart, Jake.

  Jake was the only man that had ever really understood her. Samantha had always been the kind of person that was difficult to control, simply because she was so strong willed. This made her off putting for a lot of men, but not Jake. He was the kind of man that loved a challenge, he always had been. This was why had enjoyed courting Samantha so much.

  They had had a mutual understanding of each other’s desires from the very get go. Jake and Samantha had lost their virginity to one another. The first night had been incredible, which surprised a lot of people when Samantha told them. Apparently, the first time was supposed to be rather unpleasant because no one ever really knew what they were doing.

  This wasn’t the case for Samantha at all. Her sex life with Jake had always been spontaneous, fulfilling and passionate. They had never even experienced an ebb in their love life.

  Jake had also always been a very selfless lover. He hadn’t been afraid to forfeit his own pleasure so that Samantha could get a powerful orgasm. He always put her pleasure before his own, which made their lovemaking sessions rather fiery and intense.

  Over the years, they had started to realize that they both had the desire to experiment outside of the marriage. They were madly in love and would only ever love each other, but the fact remained that Samantha and Jake had very high sex drives, so high that it was impossible to fulfill them with just each other.

  And so, the two of them had started to sleep outside of the marriage as well. Samantha would pick herself up a little boy toy and text Jake that she would be taking her overnight fuck buddy to a hotel room. Jake frequently did this too, often sleeping with the sexy little secretaries that he loved to hire. All in all, the basis of their relationship seemed to be the fact that they were so open to alternative sexual practices. It was facilitated through the deeply ingrained trust that they had in each other, trust that wouldn’t be broken no matter what had happened.

  Samantha and Jake had always been soul mates, but they had decided to get married just for the ceremony of it. The fact that they would be able to enjoy lower taxes certainly didn’t hurt either.

  The ceremony had been absolutely lovely, and Samantha and Jake had taken one of the servers, a strapping young man, to bed. Samantha had really enjoyed watching the server fuck her husband. It had been one of the most erotic experiences of her life.

  That had just been one of the many sexual escapades that they had gotten into. Samantha loved her husband more than anything, and loved the fact that she could fuck whoever she wanted and not let it spoil the relationship at all. It was just sex after all, there was no need to let it get in the way of the true love that she and her husband felt for each other.

  Samantha smoothed out the red dress she was wearing. The color matched her hair and made her look as though she was on fire. The red seemed to reflect off of her skin, an effect that Samantha truly enjoyed.

  “So, are you trying those dresses on for me?” asked the boy lying on her bed. He was a young one, just turned 19, and extremely sexy and muscular with that golden Latino glow that Samantha absolutely loved.

  Samantha turned around and smiled. “I’m trying them on for me, but I don’t mind if you enjoy it too.”

  “I definitely enjoy it babe,” he said. “So are you gonna take that off and come back to bed?”

  “No I think I’m done,” said Samantha. “I want to save some sugar for my husband, he’s having a rough week at work.”

  “Your husband?” said the boy. “Is he going to come home any time soon? I don’t want any trouble.”

  Samantha gave a throaty, sexy laugh. “Oh you poor thing, don’t be afraid. Jake won’t harm a hair on your body. In fact, he’d probably want to fuck you now that I think about it. Would you be up for that?”

  “What, getting fucked by a guy?” said the boy. He tilted his head back thoughtfully for a while, then said, “No, I’m good. I’ve never fucked or been fucked by a guy before. I don’t think I’d be into that.”

  “Pity,” said Samantha, turning back to the mirror and putting on her red lipstick. She loved the matching reds, making her look like she was made of lava rather than flesh. It made her feel powerful, as though she had the world in her grasp.

  “So your husband knows that you sleep around?” said the boy.

  “Of course he does,” said Samantha. “I don’t keep anything from my husband, and he doesn’t keep anything from me.”

  “That’s so cool,” he said, his youthful exuberance shining through his words and voice. “I hope I can get into a relationship like that one day.”

  “The key is to know who you love,” said Samantha. “You can be horny for a number of people, but at the end of the day you are only ever going to love one person at a time. Otherwise all you are doing is sleeping around with absolutely no emotional connection.”

  “I guess,” said the boy. “That’s really cool, though.”

  He laid his head back onto the pillow. Samantha admired his body; the smooth skin that stretched across his abs, the way his pecs jutted out of his chest like two metal plates that had been placed underneath his skin. He was an incredibly attractive boy, all things considered.

  Samantha heard the sound of the door to the apartment being unlocked. She felt a surge of excitement. Her husband was home at last.

  Chapter Two

  Jake walked in. Samantha strolled up to greet him with a tender kiss on his lips. “Hey honey,” he said, smiling her.

  He looked at the boy and smiled. “Hello,” he said. “What’s your name?”

  “Enrique,” he said. “So you’re Samantha’s husband.”

  “That I am,” said Jake, sitting down next to the boy on the bed and undoing his cufflinks as he spoke. “I hope you enjoyed yourself with her.”

  “I did,” said Enrique. “She is so fucking sexy, I haven’t come this hard in… I can’t even remember how long.”

  “She certainly is sexy,” said Jake. “She’s the sexiest woman in the world, isn’t she?”

  Enrique nodded in agreement. Jake placed his hands on his thighs and seemed to be contemplating something. He leaned closer to Enrique all of a sudden and said, “Say it to her. Tell her what she is.”

  Enrique looked at Jake. Samantha knew that look well. It was the look she got whenever Jake sexually overpowered her. Jake seemed to emit some kind of sexual aura that made people helpless around him.

  Enrique looked at Samantha and said, “You’re the sexiest woman in the world.”

  Samantha chuckled and said, “Thank you Enrique.”

  She approached the bed and sat down next to Enrique. She ran her fingers up his abs, enjoying the rock hard bumpiness that they possessed.

  “Do you want me to kiss you?” asked Jake.

  Enrique looked as though he was unable to speak. “I… I think I do,” he said. “I think I want you to.”

  Jake leaned forward and gently kissed Enrique on the lips. “How was that?” he asked.

  Enrique licked his lips and said, “It was good.”

  “It was good… what?” said Jake.

  Enrique looked confused for a second but then understanding dawned upon his face. “It was good, sir.”

  Jake smiled at him, utterly satisfied by the response that he had given. “That’s a good boy.”

  Jake stood up and walked towards the mirror, looking at himself as he undressed. Without so much as looking at Enrique he said, “Now fuck my wife
for me, and make her feel really good.”

  Enrique looked at Samantha. She smiled at him and waited for him to make the first move. She loved seeing how powerless he was in front of Jake, how he was going to do absolutely everything that he was told because he wanted to please Jake.

  Enrique leaned forward and kissed Samantha softly on the lips.

  “Not like that,” said Jake. “Kiss her like you mean it. Go on, be a good little boy.”

  Enrique held Samantha’s face and pressed his lips hard against hers. Samantha felt a tingling in her lips that spread across her face. She savored the taste of him, this boy that was powerless before her husband. She enjoyed being pleasured by him almost as she loved being pleasured by Jake himself.

  “Now Samantha,” said Jake. “Get on your back and let our boy show me how he fucks.”

  Samantha complied with Jake’s instructions and lay down on her back. Enrique got on top of her. Samantha could see the uninhibited lust in his eyes, lust that was overcoming his every other emotion. He was an entity designed for sex right now, something that Jake was controlling.

  The feeling of this boy on top of her, this instrument that Jake was using, was beyond erotic. It was transcending the limitations of normal erotic sensation into a realm of utter ecstasy. Samantha felt Enrique’s thick, veiny cock at the slit of her pussy and knew that in this moment, though a single cock was entering her pussy she was being fucked by two men.

  “The boy has a nice cock on him,” said Jake. “I like how it looks. I wish I could suck on it but sadly, Samantha you need to be pleasured first. It’s okay, I can wait for the boy. Go ahead Enrique, you may fuck my wife now.”

  Enrique began thrusting, his grunts and groans turning Samantha on more than anything else she had felt this night. Enrique was a great fucker, but under Jake’s instructions he had turned into something else, and instrument that Jake was using to please his Samantha. She felt so effeminate right then.