I leaned in to him and kissed him as I felt his balls loosen up, then tighten back up. I felt a pulse run up the length of my pussy, and as it got to the tip, it actually expanded my cervix as the first pulse shot through the tip of his cock and deep into me.
He let out a deep moan into my mouth as I felt his balls contract, then loosen up again. Then it happened again, and again. He was holding me, and I was pressing all of my weight down onto him as I felt his cock expand again and again. I felt my toes curl up and the most intense orgasm I had ever had ripped through me. I started thrashing around on top of him as he held us together. The tip of his cock never slipping out until I was done and starting to calm down.
“Fuck, that was intense,” I finally said as I looked into his eyes. I stayed right there on his lap, the feelings growing deeper inside of me as I felt his cock slowly deflating.
“Yes, it was,” he said as he held me close and kissed me.
I leaned in to his ear and whispered, “Try harder next time if it didn’t work this time…” My mind was completely gone. I couldn’t think anymore. I was a slave to my pussy and his cock. It took me a little while to get up the strength to lift off of him. I slipped my panties back on, then turned to kiss him goodnight. We parted, him going to his house and me up to bed.
The next morning, I awoke with my husband sleeping next to me. My pussy was a little sore and except for my thong, I had nothing on. I started trying to remember the events of the night before. The only thing that I could recall was drinking wine with Larry on the back patio. The rest was like a wild blur. A moment here and there, then blank.
I got up and went to the bathroom. There was a huge glob of semen in the crotch of my panties, and when I sat down, more flowed out of me and into the toilet. “What did I do,” I said to myself as I sat there. Amazingly, I didn’t have a hangover, and I didn’t feel ashamed of my actions.
I turned on the shower and hopped in. I love feeling the warm water caress my skin. I rinsed my entire body off, and as I ran my hand down between my legs, I could feel more semen leaking out of me. I couldn’t believe I had let him fuck me bare again last night. I knew I couldn’t keep allowing him to do that. I kept trying to remember what happened but it was all a blank.
I heard the door open up and my husband stepped into the shower. I felt his arms wrap around me and his naked body press up against me. It felt so good, I just melted into him. I felt his stiff cock pressing up against my ass. I wanted to bend over and let him have his way with me, but I was too sore and decided I better let myself recuperate.
I turned around, knelt down in front of him and wrapped my hand around his cock. I started stroking it slowly, then leaned in and started kissing the tip of it. I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of it as I could. I felt the tip hit the back of my throat so I started bobbing my head back and forth along the shaft, each time feeling the tip hit my throat.
It didn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips. I looked up into his eyes, then wrapped my arm around him, feeling his ass cheek. I started spreading his ass cheeks apart, then slipped my fingers into the crack of his ass. I felt around until I felt his little rose bud. He thrust his cock deeper into my mouth as I started penetrating his ass with my finger.
He put up very little resistance and I felt my finger slipping deeper and deeper into his ass. I felt his hand rest on my head, then wrap it around my wet hair. I felt him pull my head into his crotch as I felt him thrust forward, forcing his cock deep down my throat.
I thrust my finger deep into his ass as I felt his balls contract. I moaned around his cock as I felt it pulse and shoot jet after jet deep down my throat. I ran my other hand down my stomach and stopped just short of my clit. I spread my lips apart and gently rubbed my clit. It didn’t take long until I felt my orgasm hit me. I had a vision of Larry cornering me in the shower and making my suck his cock, then shooting his load down my throat. It felt fantastic.
I slipped his cock out of my mouth and pulled my finger out of his ass, then proceeded to help get him all washed up. He helped me as well, but I didn’t let him touch my sensitive area. I could feel my pussy was still somewhat opened from the night before, but I couldn’t figure out why.
After that quick blowjob and shower, we both got ready. I took care of the kids while my husband worked on some chores around the house. I finally was alone. I picked up my phone and read some of the texts. I replied telling Larry I had fun, and that we needed to get together soon. I wanted to know everything that had happened the night before. I told him my husband would be going out of town for a couple of days next week. We planned on meeting during that time to discuss everything.
The rest of the week was pretty mundane. Either Larry was busy or I was, but I was glad because it took me a couple of days to get back to my normal self again. The next week, after I kissed my husband goodbye, I packed the kids up and took off for the mall. I was looking forward to getting to see Larry again and discuss that night.
I picked out some very skimpy lingerie, and decided that one of the days, I would “invite” him over in the morning for my ultimate fantasy, so long as he still wanted to, so I picked out a brand new nightie that just barely covered my ass. It came with a matching T-back thong. The front was satin with lace cups, and I knew the thong would barely cover anything in the front as well. It was perfect for the occasion.
We made our way back home. I got them dinner, then spent the evening playing with them until bed time. After I put them to bed I tried everything on, making sure that everything matched what I planned on wearing. I had already spoken with my mom about watching them tomorrow, through Friday, telling her I had a date with some girlfriends at a spa.
She was happy to take them for a couple days, telling me everything she had planned with them. I was happy to hear that they would be having a good time together. I hung up the phone, then looked over into the mirror. I was wearing the nightie and thong I had picked out for Thursday morning. I turned around and lifted the nightie, watching how the string disappeared between my cheeks.
I walked into the bathroom, bent over the sink, imagining what Larry would be seeing just before he surprised me from behind. I wished he was there right now, getting ready to pounce on me, but I knew he wasn’t. I stripped off the nightie, changed into my sweats and laid down on the bed. I started texting Larry, which turned into a long chat about the next few days.