Lying down on the bed, Cindy immediately spun around, offering her cock for me to suck as her lips quickly wrapped around mine. I knew her plan. Make me cum quickly so I’d last longer when making love to her. I took my time sucking Cindy in comparison. I loved giving her long, drawn out, sloppy blowjobs, building up the tension until she just exploded in my mouth. I’d even taken a few facials by now. I wasn’t particularly submissive, even when she was fucking me, but taking a load on the face from her felt like a very submissive act.
Turned me on too, hearing her moan as I felt her hot cum splatter all over my face. Still preferred swallowing it though.
She was soon thrusting into my mouth as she was likely rather turned on. She jerked off twice a day before getting home, and it was why our sex life was fantastic. We rarely went a night without making love more than once. After fucking me earlier that morning, she’d had to wait quite a while until we could be intimate again, and I could feel how eager she was to cum.
“Make me cum,” she moaned, feeling her thrust a little more, her cock easily sliding down my throat, “Swallow it all, baby.”
I managed a muffled reply, considering the thick cock in my mouth, her lips wrapping around my cock again, her tongue driving me wild, her fingers stroking my balls, all in an effort to make me cum too. I did cum first, my orgasm almost catching me by surprise as I filled her mouth. As soon as I was empty, Cindy focused on practically fucking my mouth and throat. I loved it, waiting until she made that one sound that told me she was ready to cum.
She giggled as my cock twitched at the first spurt that filled my mouth. Making my girlfriend cum was a massive turn on. I was always hard when I sucked her cock. Five good spurts later, she continued to gently thrust as I cleaned up her cock before she finally took it from my mouth, spinning around so she could kiss me.
“Mark, can you really fuck me tonight? I mean nice and hard.”
“Sure.” I kissed her again before asking, “Any reason why?”
“Just want you to really nail me tonight. I’m… feeling rather fucking horny.” She kissed the tip of my nose. “That’s a good thing, by the way, because my one thought right now is ‘God, I want Mark to just bend me over and fuck me senseless. I just want his cock.’ That’s what you do to me nowadays.”
“I love you,” I whispered.
Her face lit up. Must have been the tone of my voice. Scared me sometimes how much I did love her, how quickly I’d fallen for her. She’d fallen for me exactly the same way. Rolling her onto her back, she gazed into my eyes for a few seconds, a smile on her face. As always, her soft fingers caressed my back and arms. “Mark, I love you too, but you really need to fuck me now.”
“Get into the position you want to be fucked.”
To my slight surprise, she got off the bed, leaning onto it with her knees on the floor, bending forward. I remembered having her fuck me in the same position a couple of times. Her cock felt even deeper, and it was a good position to really be fucked in. Getting behind her, I spread her cheeks and ate her arse first. Always provoked some noises I loved hearing from her. Though I loved doing it, I couldn’t do it for too long, simply because I wanted to do many other things to her instead.
After lubing her up, and fingering her harder than usual, something she was begging me to do rather quickly, I slid my cock inside her in one slow movement. “Oh god yes, Mark,” she moaned.
“I would ask why you’re so horny…”
“Is ‘because I love you so fucking much’ acceptable?”
Leaning forward, I kissed her cheek. “Never tire of hearing it, sweetheart. You ready? I’m going to start hard and get harder.”
“Please,” she nearly whimpered. Getting comfortable, leaning forward above her, my cock buried as deeply as possible, I grabbed her hands, holding them behind her back, grabbing her ponytail with my other hand. “Fuck yes. Fuck me!”
Starting with slow, hard thrusts, pulling back nearly all the way before driving back inside her, she loved it. I knew she loved it when I fucked her hard, but she seemed to need it even more that night. Keeping hold of her hands, I pulled her ponytail harder as I slowly but surely increased the speed of my thrusts. The sound of my skin slapping against hers was quite the turn on, a sign of how hard I was soon fucking her.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered.
“I will if I hurt you,” I grunted back, “You know I don’t like it.”
“It feels wonderful. Own my arse, Mark,” she groaned.
Eventually letting go of her hands and ponytail, I leaned forward so my head was next to hers as I really started to slam her harder and faster, only stopping to apply more lube, just in case. She turned to kiss my cheek, pleading with me not to stop again. “Going to cum,” she moaned.
I loved making her cum without touching her cock, not stopping as she moaned, announcing she could feel her cock just erupt again, covering the sheets and her floor in her mess. “You’re cleaning that up with your tongue afterwards,” I growled into her ear.
“Anything you want, just keep fucking me, baby.”
No idea how long I kept fucking her. I barely changed position, my one thought being keep her happy, a secondary thought being I would like to cum again eventually. It was hot work, both of us soon bathed in sweat. I did finally pull out, grabbing my phone and taking a picture on her phone of her gape, before turning her around and sliding back inside. Arms around the back of my neck, legs around my waist, she held on for dear life as I was a thrusting machine.
“Oh god!” she cried out, “Please cum in me, please cum in me…”
“Sore?”
She nodded but kissed me hard. “Don’t stop. It’s okay. I need this… you…”
I could ask why once I’d cum. Those last couple of minutes, I unhooked her legs, pushed them all the way back, and slammed her. When I did finally cum, I almost roared, covering any nose by kissing her hard. Once I was empty, I brought my thrusts to a slow halt as I covered her face in soft kisses. She… beamed a smile at me so bright, I was left momentarily confused as to how she could be so happy.
“Why?” I asked.
“Sometimes, a girl just wants to be fucked by her man. That was for both of us, Mark. I wanted you to allow yourself off the leash, to just… dominate me in a way.”
Pulling out, to my amusement, she got down on the floor and licked up her cum, before getting back on the bed and taking my cock in her mouth. That was something she rarely did, but the look in her eyes suggested I could have told her to anything on my mind and she do it. Beckoning her with a finger, she crawled up to lie on my chest as I wrapped her in my arms.
“Going to need a shower soon,” I muttered.
“I’m going to need a cushion to sit on tomorrow,” she added with humour.
Cindy was moving a little awkwardly around the kitchen the next morning as she made breakfast for the three of us. When Natalie sat down and noticed, she asked why Cindy seemed to be sore. I couldn’t help chuckling. Cindy started to blush. “We’ll tell you when you’re older, munchkin.”
I think Natalie was going to ask a question then stopped and blushed. “Is it a good hurt?” she asked, “Because she’s smiling too.”
“The best sort of hurt, sweetie,” Cindy replied, “As your father said, we’ll explain when you’re older.”
“Please don’t ask your mother,” I added.
Driving Natalie home later that afternoon, having spent the day chilling out in front of the television, Megan greeted us at the door, amusing me that she couldn’t stop blushing, even when inviting us in for coffee. Taking a seat in the living room with our mugs, it was a little awkward for the first couple of minutes. Megan couldn’t stop blushing, Cindy giggled a couple of times. I relaxed, just waiting for someone to say something.
“You okay, Megan?” I wondered.
“I feel conflicted. Part of me feels wonderful after what we shared on Friday night, Mark,” she replied, her voice as soft as I’d ever heard, “The other part is devastated at the same time.” She sighed into her mug. “I’ll give myself a little time, then see if the whole dating thing works. I tried with a couple of men after our divorce. I just couldn’t face being intimate with someone else.” She laughed to herself. “God, I know how that sounds considering what I did…”
“No, I understand, Megan. The affair was exciting. Plus, it was just meaningless sex, right?”
Nodding, she answered, “I never thought about leaving you. Shit, a stupid part of my brain thought it would help our own relationship. I was told that by an idiot friend more than once.”
I knew a couple of her friends had helped cover her affair. To be correct, they were ex-friends. She had received some fucking awful advice from them. Seeing where she was now, little wonder she’d cut ties with them. “What happened to his relationship?” I wondered.
“She took him to the cleaners.”
“Ah…”
Shrugging, she admitted, “I don’t have any sympathy for him. We were both in the wrong.” Sighing again, she added, “But having to go dating again, looking for someone, it’s difficult. Took me a year and more before I managed to do it. Then when they hear I’m divorced, most men are interested as to why. I have to be honest. Can’t start a relationship off on a lie.” She sipped at her drink. “Once a cheater, always a cheater. That’s what I’ve been told.”
I’d heard the same thing. I had sympathy for her, I really did. I knew she wouldn’t do it again, but that’s the thing about reputation. It’s hard to rid yourself of it.
Finishing our drinks, Megan didn’t invite us to remain for dinner. I think Cindy would have liked to keep her company, as she had a good heart and I think felt sympathy for her. But I didn’t think it was a good idea to spend too much time with her. Though Cindy insinuated another night of fun together in the future. Megan looked at me with so much hope in her eyes, even I caved. “I’ll think about it,” I finally said.