Like most events in our lives, our family schedule had event on top of event. My wife and I had committed to hosting our children’s end of season swim team parent social; an opportunity to have the various families enjoy themselves in a slightly more adult environment with cocktails. The event was scheduled for tonight, a beautiful early fall Saturday evening. Mistakenly, we had also volunteered to chaperone a sleep away field trip for our children, also tonight. We were left with no option but to divide and conquer. We discussed earlier in the week who should handle which event. Given that most of the sleepover chaperones were various mothers from the class, I quickly suggested that my wife take that duty. There is little chance that 40 kids and nearly 20 moms sleeping over in a museum could be anything other than a miserable night I wouldn’t soon forget. I volunteered to host the swimming social for the parents. We were disappointed, as this had the makings of a great adult night, but such is the way when you have children and an unyielding torrent of kid activities.
Around midafternoon I bid my children and wife farewell on their adventure for the night. I gave my wife a soft kiss and then playfully shoved her sleeping bag into here chest. “Have fun!” I intoned with a playful smile and sarcastic overtone that my wife immediately picked up on. She shot me back a furtive glance as she stepped out of the door, following our children as they bounded down the walkway toward the car.
I turned my attention back to preparation for this evening’s party. We expected to have around 20 adults from our club where the kids swam; a mix of close friends and acquaintances. Typically a lively group during swim meets, I expected tonight to be a chance to continue the fun without the intermittent distraction of fetching kids towels or tracking down swim caps. By late afternoon the bar was set up and the caters had finished their prep. The afternoon air had started to cool and with it a crispness that built excitement. On the patio, sofas with plush pillows surrounded a warm fire pit flickering with its glow against the late afternoon orange sun. With only a short time until guests would arrive, I went change putting on a sleek dark jeans and a crips white shirt. My hair, starting to pick up specs of salt and pepper at the temples balanced well against my blue eyes and lightly tanned face. As I took one last look in the mirror before heading to greet my guests, I felt a surge of confidence in my appearance, as though now in my early forties, I looked better than at any time previously in my youth.
Guests began arriving and the mood became lively. They enjoyed the failing glow of the approaching sunset while sipping on their cocktails. Like a proper host, I floated between conversations and would steal away to welcome new guests. Any tension about hosting the event quickly melted away as I sipped a spirit that began to round off the edges on my senses. I shared jokes with our friends and mingled among the crowd, which continued to grow. In the midst of a rollicking story among the guys, I heard the doorbell and resumed my hosting responsibilities. Still laughing from the joke I casually opened the front door without a care in the world. As I boisterously exclaimed welcome, my eyes fixed on the latest guest to arrive. The slight buzz that had built after a drink drained way instantaneously. My body tensed, if only perceptible to me. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. I froze, in a state of shock, panic and fear. My mind darted fiercely towards preserving an outward appearance of cool elegance. But my mind also raced at who I saw.
The sharp twinkle of smoky green eyes, squinting slightly as happens with a smile. Framing those eyes was beautiful shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. As if scripted by a Hollywood director, the last rays of light from the sunset back lit her hair, adding a shimmer that was mesmerizing. Her warm pink lips framed a beautiful smile that worked in concert with her eyes to project a disarming and enchanting gaze that you would be hard pressed to avert your eyes from.
“Hello! It is so good to see you! Thank you hosting tonight! Your house is beautiful. I got the note your wife wouldn’t be here. What a shame” Like a boxer grasping to regain his composure after suffering a direct blow, my mind reeled hopelessly as I sought to steady my focus. She brushed right past me as she all but floated through the doorway. Her inviting perfume and a whisp of her hair floating past me delivered was another direct hit to the jaw. If this had been a boxing match, it wouldn’t have lasted long. I focused to keep my legs underneath me as they became weak.
While I had been leveled internally and left reeling, I had somehow maintained a confident outward appearance and the armor like smile I had put on as a party host. “Nicholas, not with you tonight?” I managed to coolly ask. She gave no acknowledgment and continued to waft into my home ambivalent to my inquiry. While this woman had managed to surprise me and slay me with her eyes and smile, she was far from a stranger to me. Rather quite the opposite. Since the age of 15, Penelope had been a tumultuous presence in my life. She was the first girl I had a crush on and became a high school romance. We were each other’s first lovers giving each other our virginity in the awkward way teenagers do. We went our separate ways in college, but like the gravitational pull between two celestial bodies we would reconvene around holidays or summers. Sometimes romantically, but more often, antagonistically. She had become extremely adept at playing the flirtatious game of teasing and toying with me, as well as other men. She knew exactly what buttons to push with me and found a perverse enjoyment in doing so, often just for the sport of it. At various times I would pursue her only to be pulled in and later rebuffed. At one point she played the perverse game of getting me together to spend time with Nicholas, the man with whom she would eventually marry and start a family.
After breaking off contact, I pursued my own life without her. I met and married my wonderful life, fathered two wonderful children and achieved a level of professional and financial success that most people would only dream of. I had crafted my life and my world into exactly what I wanted it to be. I had all but forgotten of Penelope. But like a distant orbiting planet, she returned again when we found ourselves at the same club with our children swimming together.
My initial shock subsiding and some additional pleasantries behind us, I escorted her through the house onto the patio where she quickly assimilated into the crowd striking up conversation with the couples she knew. I returned into the house, moving to my liquor cabinet to pour a few fingers of my finest whiskey. Like a knight selecting his best armor for battle, I went for my best liquor to build my confidence and prepare me for whatever lie ahead. I returned to the party which at this point was in full swing. While technically a cocktail party social, this group of individuals were no strangers at enjoying themselves. The ladies wistfully consumed champagne with little regard to their intoxication, while the men sought stiffer drinks to dull the senses.
During one lively discussion with several of the men, my drink had run dry. Enjoying the conversation as I was, I choose to forgo seeking a refill for the moment. Holding my glass on my left while turned to the right, I felt someone reaching for my glass, expecting to turn and thank one of the adept catering staff, found Penelope standing there, exchanging my empty glass for a fresh drink. “Sorry to butt in boys, but I thought our host might need a fresh beverage.” Amongst a group of middle-aged men in staid button down shirts her golden sequined cocktail dress was a shimmering beacon. Falling from where her hair touched her shoulders, the neckline of her dress traced towards her breasts. The plunging neckline of here dress taunted you to follow it down to its terminus, where it ended among her cleavage. Only the brave, or very savvy could allow their eyes to follow without being caught. Her breasts formed an enticing cleavage. While not large, her breasts were beautifully sized to her small athletic body. More remarkably was how firm and attentive her chest appeared for a woman in her early forties. Without so much as a word, she then took my empty glass spun and walked away. In our group Mike sarcastically commented “my drink is fine for now, thanks for asking Penelope….” Steve and Rob both chuckled, but I continued to watch her depart intently. Her dress clung lightly to her slim waist and behind. The hemline fell just below the middle of her thigh and bounced lightly as she strode way. Her legs bore the toned shape of a woman who spends her days playing tennis and other leisure pursuits. The soft click of her strappy high heels on the flagstone patio faded as she stepped away. I turned back to my discussion with the guys, taking a large gulp of my whiskey.
Around 11pm, the night started winding down as most couples had to return home to relieve the teenagers watching their children. Everyone had the glassy eyed gaze of people who enjoyed their evening and had been thoroughly lubricated with cocktails. As with the few remaining guests, I now retired to the outdoor sofa surrounding the firepit. The crisp air had become cold, the crackle of the fire drew you near. The last couple around the fire thanked me for the hospitality and asked me to pass along regards to my wife as they departed for to meet the driver taking them home. I sat staring at the fire with my drink, enjoying the tranquility of being by myself. To my surprise, the patio door opened and Penelope stepped out onto the flagstone. She had shed her high heels and walked playfully high on the balls of her feet swinging her half-filled champagne flute wistfully in by her side.
I threw up my defensive wall quickly, knowing this was not and ideal situation; the two of us alone on the patio of my house. “Is Nicholas coming to pick you up? Looks like you have put quite the dent on the champagne this evening.” She dismissively quipped that he was away in the mountains with the kids, a place she had no interest in ever visiting, let alone staying overnight. “Shall I arrange a ride for you? It’s getting late.” I delivered my rhetorical question in a monotone and defensive nature. This was rapidly beginning to look like one of the endless flirtatious head games of years ago, and I was determined to not to go back to that stage of my life.
“I’m going to sit by the fire and enjoy my drink with you. Relax,” she said. “You don’t have to be so defensive all the time.”
Sitting across the fire from me on the L-shaped sofa, the warm flickering light illuminated her well in shades of yellow and orange. We talked for another 30 minutes or so and she spoke in a genuine and disarming fashion. It would have been rude, if not impossible to stay so guarded. We were after all, both adults far removed from our past experiences. I opened another bottle of champagne to top off her drink. I recalled what I enjoyed about her company in the first place. As the temperatures continued to drop, she pulled her legs up onto the sofa. In a moment of weakness, my sight drifted from eye contact to peruse her legs. If only for a moment, she caught me checking her out. As quickly as I returned my gaze she shot me a smirk. “Caught”, I thought, berating myself mentally for this careless lapse. The moment sobered me enough to regain composure if for only a moment. I excused myself. “I’m going to top off my drink and I’ll call a driver I know, as it will take a little while.” Whatever she said as I walked into the house was completely missed. I congratulated myself on taking control of the situation.
“The driver will be here in about 20 minutes.” I stated matter as a matter of fact while I sat back down. While inside I gave myself a pep talk in the powder room mirror and mentally restacked the blocks of the defensive wall she had chipped away at. Her response caught me by surprise.
“What kind of whiskey is that? May I have a taste?” Not exactly what I was expecting in response to “your ride is coming”, but oh well…. She got up from her spot on the sofa, walked slowly past the fire and sat down. Folding her legs underneath her, she faced me and leaned against my left shoulder. My drink sat on the side table to my right. She slowly reached across me to the side table, her face within inches of mine, her chest rubbing against my own. The soft feel of her breasts pressed against me was at the time, both new and exhilarating, but familiar. I remained frozen; a granite monolith, or so I told myself. She took a small sip of my drink while leaning across me looking directly into my eyes. “Delicious.” Her perfume with hints of lemon, filled my nostrils and stimulated yet another of my senses. So as to drive her point home, she placed my drink down and repeated her provocative movements withdrawing back across my body.
“What are you doing?” I asked with indignation. Her right arm rested casually on my shoulder, her finger lightly brushing across my chest. Her left hand having replaced my drink on the table, draped softly across my lap as she drew her hand back across my lower abdomen, finally coming to rest atop my left thigh.
“The same thing we always have done before, enjoying each other…” she stated with no regard to the gravity of theses actions between two married people. My senses overwhelmed with her touch and her smell, my cock began to fill with blood and press tightly against the inseam of my jeans. Knowing that it was now or never, I stood up from the sofa shaking off her touch. From a few steps away I turned back. The fire, seemingly under her control, slowly flickered and gestured for me to return. Medusa had her hair of snakes, Penelope had her fire.
“I am not ok with this. I think we’ve both had a bit too much to drink. Your driver should be here shortly. Please show yourself out. Good night.” I turned away and walked into the house, much the way a movie actor dramatically walks away from the scene. I strode through the house confidently, heading up the stairs to the bedroom. I had stared temptation in the face and prevailed. I am a rock. I leaned against a chair in the sitting area and let out a huge exhale of relief. While standing there pondering what had happened transpired, I heard the front door close and I saw the lights of the drivers vehicle pull out of the drive way. She was gone. Thank goodness.
To say I was aroused by the encounter was an understatement. I needed a shower to wash away the haze of evening and snap me back to reality. As I walked through the bedroom to the bathroom, I shed my clothes. Standing in the bathroom waiting for the shower water to run warm, I felt a real surge of libido. It felt good to be lusted after. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror in quiet satisfaction. My member remained thick and partially aroused. In the shower as the warm water brought about clarity of thought, I began to stroke my cock thinking about the events of the evening. I allowed myself that simple pleasure. I thought of how enjoyable it would have been to follow through on her advances. I let my thoughts drift to how it might feel to enter her, how warm and wet she might be. How she might squeeze down on me as I thrust into her. How her legs, wrapped around my torso would clench and hold me deep inside of her. How her back would arch and she would moan as I pressed against her. And how it might feel to come to climax pumping my pent up load into her, pulse after pulse.
I realized I was getting carried away pleasing myself in the shower. I stopped abruptly. “Finish the shower, then get into bed and really enjoy yourself.” I told myself. I figured I could lay back in bed, jerk off slowly and pass out upon finishing. That would end the night the right way. I got out of the shower, dried off and brushed my hair. I sprayed a little bit of cologne on my neck chest and abdomen, as had become ritual for me. I was eager to get to bed. This was a night I was both eager to forget, but I realized would likely remain burned into my memory for many years.
I hung up my towel and proceeded to walk naked to bed. As I exited the bathroom, the hair stood up on my neck yet again. For the second time this evening, I had that feeling of a boxer who just got punched in the face…..
There she was, sitting in the center of my bed, up against the headboard. Her arms lay draped across the throw pillows on either side of her. She had removed her dress putting her breasts on full display. The subtle cleavage shown by her dress earlier in the night did not lie. Her breasts were beautiful and full, and created a sensuous, curved silhouette along the sides of her chest. Her nipples were small and appeared partially erect. My gaze traced down across her abdomen. Even sitting, her waist narrowed nicely and her stomach was flat with the subtlest ripple of abdominal muscles, no small feat for a woman her age. Riding high on her hips were the silky tendrils of her panties. A translucent port wine color, they were lingerie clearly selected for a purpose when she dressed for the evening. I followed the V-shape of her panties lower looking for what lay hidden by her gently crossed legs. Her thighs had subtle curves that were both toned and sumptuous at the same time. Her feet were pointed outstretched with her shiny rose-colored nails pointed at me like she was brandishing a weapon, pointed directly at me.
I stood there in shock, trying to maintain a composed nonchalant demeanor. Inside, I was on fire. My mind raced from thought to thought while processing none of them. Standing there naked near the foot of the bed, with another woman lying there waiting for you triggers equal parts excitement, fear, pleasure and anger. My pulsed quickened until the only sounds I heard were that of my heart beating and the sound of blood rushing through the vessels in my ears. With each heartbeat, my vision shook and blurred. I remained silent for long enough that she spoke first. “I sent the driver away. I couldn’t leave the way we left things.” Her tone was equally parts apologetic and devious. She masterfully wielded her words and gestures with the same devastating effect she had in the past.
I had spent the entire evening conflicted and fighting what I saw was happening from the moment she walked through the door. I was clearly losing. And badly at that. Without saying a word, I changed tactics. I would not continue to fight against her. This would happen. Not because it was what she wanted. But because it was what I wanted.
With that mental clarity my heart beat stabilized. I immediately felt the blood vessels in my cock begin to course with blood as it partially hardened. Without so much as a word I stepped to the foot of the bed and crawled up towards her. Our gazes fixed. My eyes looked at her now like a trophy that I had stalked. I would take this prize as I chose. Straddling her outstretched legs, I moved in to kiss her passionately and firmly. Her lips warm and wet, our tongues delicately caressing and playing with each other. Her arms moved from atop the pillows and slowly folded around the back of my neck with her fingers running through my hair as we kissed. Our bodies now entwined, she exhaled heavily. It was clear that while she premeditated this entire tryst, her anticipation was now melting away and she was falling into the moment. My cock continued to swell, dangling between my legs. This was no typical erection though. The excitement was so palpable that I could feel my flesh stretching and pulling as blood coursed into my penis. I moved my kisses from her lips to her neck. I was drunk on the smell of her perfume and could taste it ever so slightly on my lips. she breathed heavily and ran her hands down from my head down across my shoulders. I pulled back ever so slightly, repositioning myself to kiss the top of her right breast. I dragged my tongue from the top of her breast down to her erect nipple. It felt firm and was warm in my mouth.
I lifted myself upright off my hands, straddling her legs on my knees with my shoulders back and my chest out in an imposing fashion. I looked down commandingly upon her. She took a deep breath, with her eyes locked on mine her expression looked like a mix of shock and anticipation. I placed my hands on the sides of her abdomen, holding her firmly on each side. I slowly moved my hands down to her hips until my fingers were against the straps of her panties. My eyes soaked in the views of her body as I intertwined my fingers into the sides her silken undergarment. I paused momentarily and made eye contact with her. With a resolute stare I fixed on her eyes. I showed her the fire and determination in my eyes. This was the last chance. If this was just a game, just a tease, this was the point of no return. If I continued there would be no turning back. I would exercise no further restraint if there had been any to start. With a subtle smile and a gentle nod, I received all the acknowledgement I needed. In that same instant, I felt another huge rush of blood flow into my cock, straining against its flesh even further. It, however, would have to wait. I slowly pulled her silken panties down across her loosely crossed legs. As I pulled them down past her knees, she raised her left leg up nearer to my head allowing me to easily complete their removal.
I placed her left leg up on my right shoulder and gently kissed her lower leg and then slowly looking to make eye contact with her. I continued inching up her leg slowly with kisses. With each successive kiss, she would rock her hips gently off the bed. She had yet to spread her legs to invite me in. I sensed a vulnerability to her, that maybe she had projected a greater confidence in her sexuality than she possessed. I had however transformed. Any restraint and hesitation I had melted away. I was predator stalking my pray, luring her into my control. I was in my element. My libido in overdrive.
I worked my way to her inner thigh. It was soft and warm. I started to gain the subtle aroma of her vagina. It energized me. Again, my member pulsed with more blood. My erection bordered on painful. I wanted to stop and look down as it felt as if my cock had grown several inches more than any previous erection. But again, that would have to wait. I now took her left leg off of my shoulder and placed my hands atop her thighs. Looking into her eyes, I applied gentle pressure to spread her legs. Her locked gaze told me everything I needed to know. As she began to open her legs I moved my gaze down upon her vagina. Her pubic area was freshly waxed. The lips of her vagina were plump and warm pink, no doubt from the excitement. As I spread her legs further apart, her labia began to spread open. A filament of her body’s lubrication clung between the lips and then fell aside. She was now on full display for me. In the dim light of the room, her entire vagina glistened. I slowly moved my face in and pressed my lips against her pubic mound just above her opening. I could feel her quivering in anticipation. I pressed my tongue from behind my lips and extended it, moving slowly side to side across her pubic mound. Every motion was accompanied by faint breaths and subtle shifting of her weight. I rolled a small amount of saliva down my tongue and proceeded to drag it slowly down to her pussy. As my tongue crossed into her, my saliva mixed with her own silky fluid. The taste on my tongue was nearly more than I could bear. As my tongue moved across her clitoral hood, she let out a deep sigh and arched her back. She was finally receiving the stimulation she had sought.
When I perform oral sex on a woman it is as much for me as it is for them. The arousal I receive is without match. I become drunk on the experience; the warmth, the smell, the sound and the taste overwhelm my senses. I am consumed by a carnal desire so powerful I loose focus on all else. This experience with Penelope was to be no exception. I moved my tongue down past her clitoris and strain to extend my tongue deeply into her vagina. My tongue becomes completely enveloped in the warm silky taste of her fluids. My lips, pressed against hers, become slick with her fluid as well. To maximize my tongue insertion, my nose presses onto her pussy filling my nostrils with the sweet drug that is her liquor. With a gentle flick of my tongue, I simultaneously tease the insides of her body and pull more of her juices toward my mouth. the slow methodical rhythm I establish builds in her as well as she begins to slowly rock her hips against my face. I am in utter ecstasy eating her pussy. I break my rhythm occasionally and run my tongue up her vagina and press it against her now exposed clit. Exceptionally warm, it has a feel and taste all its own. To build her stimulation I simply apply pressure. She exhales deeply and her body tenses lightly. Over and over again, I repeat this game of working my tongue deeply inside her followed by teasing her clit. With each cycle, her exhale picks up a slightly more guttural moan and her pussy fills with more silky fluid.
I move my tongue up to her clit again and I feel her begin to tense and shiver. She is quiet and her breath is paralyzed. I remove my tongue entirely if to give her a momentary respite. As soon as I return my tongue to her clit she tenses again and her muscle convulsions begin to well up. I tease her over and over, knowing she is near to a turbulent orgasm. Her breath is shallow and quick. Even the smallest movements of my tongue on her clit cause her to begin shaking. I am enjoying taking her to the brink and back over and over again. I think briefly to my swollen cock and think it is now time. I lightly press my tongue against her clit again, swirling in slow circles while gently increasing the pressure. The shaking begins again and grows in magnitude. But this time, there is no backing down. I continue my methodical pressure and she erupts. Penelope arches her back and lets out a long and defeated moan. I immediately move my tongue from her now overstimulated clit and bury my face and my tongue deep inside of her. So warm. So wet. So intoxicating. I enjoy a few more moments of licking the inside of her vagina before she moves gently to push me away, able to handle no more.
Her fluids all over my face, I lick my lips enjoying every moment. Her pussy is open on full display, and glistens with juice. A small rivulet of saliva and cum has drizzled down across her ass. Her body still pulsates slowly as she recovers from the orgasm.
I lift myself onto my knees between her legs and wipe some of her from my face. She stares at me with wild eyes. Her gaze tracks down my chest to my cock. Achingly hard, I am harder than at any point I can remember. My head is swollen and discolored from the blood flow. Veins normally disguised within my member show in stark relief wrapped around the shaft. My scrotum is hanging low with my balls swollen with semen. Penelope reaches between my legs and presses two of her fingers up against my taint. Hard and firm as well, she moves her fingers in a gentle circle. My cock throbs violently. I lean down to kiss her while she continues this playful stimulation. While locked in a kiss, I move my hips to line up my swollen knob to press into her wet vagina. She resists my motion, gently pulling my body further upon hers.
Having ceded control of her body to me, she is wild eyed and eager to express her sexuality to me. She continues to pull me up past her torso. I kneel next to her head looking down up her. Still rubbing my taint, my cock is sitting just above her lips. Looking down upon her is both a moment of extreme masculinity and vulnerability. I know it is now my turn to cede control to her. She moves her head to gently press her lips against the tip of my penis. My cock sharply spasms at the touch. I watch her tongue slowly slide out past her lips touching the tip of my urethra. A small glistening bead of my precum oozes out and onto her tongue. Slowly, she pulls back and rubs that glistening pearl against her lips. After playing with the drip of precum sufficiently she presses her lips across the head of my cock and continues a slow methodical plunge down my shaft. Spasm after spasm occur as I groan. Without withdrawing my cock from her mouth, I feel her tongue begin to slide circles along my shaft, driving me absolutely wild. I let out a desperate groan as she slowly withdraws me from her mouth. Grasping my cock at its base she shoots me a seductive glance and lets out a sexy giggle. “so you like that?” Looking to me for some sort of a verbal answer, I respond the only way my animal instinct will permit. I gently push my hips forward, moving the tip of my cock back against her lips. I want more. Now. She slowly envelopes my swollen head and runs her tongue in circles around it. Every swipe of her tongue against my frenulum builds the tension in my loins. Manipulating my impending orgasm much as I did her, she occasionally breaks stride and takes all my swollen length in her mouth. With each spasm, she flicks her tongue a bit more building to my eventual climax.
I abruptly withdraw my cock from her mouth and her grasp. Orgasming in her mouth would be amazing, My mind fantasizes about how amazing it would be to let myself cum in her mouth, lips wrapped around my shaft while my cock pulses load after load onto her tongue. But that is not how I want it to end, not yet at least. I lean down and kiss her passionately again. Nose to nose, looking into each other’s eyes crazed with sex, she softly whispers exactly what I want to hear. “Fuck me.”
When I paused to pull her panties down, we thought that we were crossing the last line of inhibition in our extramarital affair. Our exchanges of oral sex have been passionate. Amazing. Intoxicating. However, there is an animalistic inhibition that only comes with penetrative sex. And we both clearly yearn for it. I moved myself in between her legs, my face hovering closely above hers. I steered my hips into position until I felt the tip of my cock pressed against her wet mound. Without a pause I pushed myself slowly and continuously inside of her until the entirety of my swollen cock was in her. Her back arched and she groaned deeply. Her hands grabbed quickly for my ass cheeks, holding me deep in position. I asserted my dominance into her. I showed no reaction. I let her know that now I would please us both. My outward reaction masked the full body experience of penetrating her. Feeling her warmth envelope my cock and her Cagle muscles squeeze me elicited a rush I could feel from scalp down through my toes.
She released her grip on my ass and I slowly withdrew the full length of my shaft, leaving my head between her pussy lips. I slowly pressed in again and received a similar response. I immediately began to withdraw again. Still slow but increasing in tempo. After two full thrusts my cock was completely lubricated. The resistance decreased and only pressure from her squeezing against me kept my progress slow. I could hear the soft smacking sound of our wet genitals pressing together. I continued to slowly increase the tempo. Each thrust resulted in a spasm from my cock. I wanted that feeling more and faster. Penelope did too. She began to rock her hips to meet my thrusts. I lifted myself further onto my arms so I could see more of her as we fucked. Her breasts slowly rocked and glistened with the dew of sweat. The scent of raw sex was in my nostrils; the wonderful mix of vaginal fluid, sweat, perfume and hot breath. Like a runaway engine with no governor, I wanted more and more. I picked up speed with my pelvic thrusts. They became faster and harder, driving her body back and forth on the bed. My balls slapped against the wetness of her pussy creating the rhythmic sound of fucking. As the sounds of her wet pussy grew louder, she began moaning.
My mid drifted away for a moment. I though how she might enjoy having her husband make love to her. But right now, it was clear she was enjoying being fucked.
Snapping back to the moment, I thrust myself into her harder and harder, exerting myself more and more. As I amplified my effort, she responded with louder moans. Her legs were spread wide and pointed at the ceiling, toes curling in pleasure. We were wet with sweat, grunting and groaning as we fucked each other. We locked eyes much of the time. Almost in competition, to see who could fuck harder as I pounded my cock into her and she pressed her hips into me. Suddenly, her body tensed and she let out a long moan as I continued to pound her. I could feel a fast rhythmic pulsing from her pussy squeezing my cock violently. She was cuming hard. The satisfaction that I just fucked her to orgasm combined with the intense squeeze on my cock immediately brought me to climax.
Pulse after pulse shot from my testicles, through my loins and into her. My orgasmic contractions were harder than I ever remember. It felt as though my prostate might explode and my cock would split in two. I continued to convulse; five, ten, fifteen strong pulses of cum shot from me. Her pussy could no longer contain the volume of fluids we both produced. With each diminishing thrust, our juices pressed out across our bodies. We both went limp. My arms shaking, I slumped back to withdraw myself from her. As I pulled away, her pussy remained dilated, unable to fully contract so soon after the vigorous experience. Her labia lie as tough they were the wilted petals from a spent flower. The frothy mix of our sex was spread from the top of her pubic mound and across the insides of her thighs. She was still experiencing subtle contractions that slowly pushed cum out of her that ran down and pooled against her asshole before running down to the bed. My cock dripped of the same fluids. Small rivulets ran down and across my balls. Two distinct viscous drips clung one each to bottom of my testicles. The room was inundated with the smell of bodily fluids. My erection softened but did not go away; there was simply too much adrenaline coursing through my body.
The excitement of what had happened combined with the sight and smells of what I had just done to her pussy was an aphrodisiac. I slumped down next to her slowing my heart rate. I looked intently at her. She looked pleased with herself. She came to my house with the objective of seducing me and lured me into fucking her. I was proud; I had used her, fucked her. Or had she used me? I had a failed to resist her. Doubt about what I had done crept into my mind and slight tinge of anger. For a fleeting moment, I felt I needed to do something more to take control and make it my choice.
A few minutes passed as we continued to cool down and I focused on the here and now. We shared some seductive glances and laughs as we regained our ability to communicate in something other than grunts and moans. We started to playfully poke and push each other, telling jokes and trading witty barbs. She rolled away from me to avoid a ticklish touch. the small of her back glistened in sweat. The crescent outline of her breast shown from behind the gentle curve of her back. She laughed lightly and her body moved in the most perfect way.
I was turned on again. My cock stiffened anew. I jumped to my knees, leaning over her back. Her laughter ceased abruptly as she stared back at me realizing i had become serious and ferocious. I moved my face in close to hers but did not kiss her. Reaching down with my hand I squeezed my cock at its base trapping blood in the shaft and causing it to swell and harden further. I pressed my hips up against her hips and ass. She stared at me quietly as I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole, still covered in our collective cum. I paused, holding station against her.
She stared deep into my eyes for what seemed like minutes. Waiting for as long as it took for her to respond, I acknowledged the gentle nod when it came. Another boundary, another point of no return in our journey. I pressed firmly as she inhaled deeply receiving me into yet another part of her body…