One of my criticisms of sequels to many stories is that authors unhappy with the conclusion of a story substantially change the rules that the original author placed upon the world they created. In my sequels here, I try to accept the assumptions of GeorgeAnderson’s world. I try to follow the Improv principle of “Yes, and….”
A thing that I am always interested in, that is sometimes lost in stories in the Loving Wives category, is the point of view of the women involved. GeorgeAnderson’s original story is told almost entirely from Jim’s point of view. We hear Linda’s words as related to Jim, both through her dialogue and her letter, but we can’t really get into her thoughts. This story focuses on Linda’s view of the encounter from just before Marc asks her to dance until she returns home. I was curious about what happened to Linda — in part for the eroticism of the events (this is an erotic literature site) and because I felt like I needed to understand what Linda had done to assess how far she needed to recover to justify the forgiveness Jim offered in the original story.
One of the main criticisms of GeorgeAnderson’s story is Linda’s behavior in leaving her husband at the club. While this might be unusual, multiple commenters on the original story presented knowledge of women leaving their loved ones in similar situations to spend time with either the famous or powerful. Multiple women have noted that Bill Clinton had a certain magnetism in-person, and that they would have considered leaving their escorts to go with him. So even though we don’t like Linda’s behavior, and it might be an extreme in its implementation, it isn’t unprecedented. So, this story accepts that Linda did do what GeorgeAnderson suggested she did — she left the husband she loved on a special date night to have sex with a handsome, virile, famous man.
Another thing that I accepted was Linda’s statement that Marc treated her respectfully and politely, even if what he did was not respectful of her husband.
Last is that this story is based on Linda’s letter to Jim that he requested she write to outline her betrayal (It starts at the bottom of Page 3: https://www.literotica.com/s/february-sucks?page=3). I accepted that Linda was being as truthful as she felt she could be and still protect Jim from the depth of her enthusiastic participation in her encounter with Marc.
Where I used GeorgeAnderson’s words, I have presented those in italics.
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Linda relates the events:
We were out with friends for a special night celebrating Leap Night at the end of a difficult February. I had bought a new, blue dress specifically for my husband, Jim, and I planned a night of loving with him like we hadn’t had since before the kids were born. Everything about the night was sexually charged. Every statement was an inuendo and every touch was foreplay.
Jim and I had been dancing and had just returned to the table to catch our breath.
We walked off the dance floor with me clinging to Jim’s arm, looking up into his eyes, feeling as happy and as in love as I had ever been. I knew we needed to stay long enough to be polite to our friends that night, but all I could think about was taking my handsome husband up to the hotel room for some interruption-free sex.
My girlfriends were twittering about some football player that was in the club that night. I had heard his name before on the local news, and when Jim and his friends were watching the game, but I didn’t know anything about him other than what he looked like in a helmet.
Jim’s left hand was on my leg under the table. He had been rubbing through the thin material of my dress, and he had been working his way up my thigh. I didn’t want there to be a wet spot on the skirt when I stood up, so I held his hand tightly with my right hand.
Jim was using his other hand to feed me chicken wings, and I was lapping them into my mouth as provocatively as I could.
One of the guys said, “Hey, you two, get a room!” and we giggled at being caught.
Jim leaned over and whispered to me, “Shall we dance here, or upstairs?”
I was preparing my answer and reaching to find my small purse when I heard Jane say, “Look! He’s coming this way!”
I squeezed Jim’s hand tighter, looking forward to the night ahead.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and a smooth voice say, “Hi, I’m Marc. Would you like to dance?”
I turned intending to say, “No, all my dances are reserved for my husband tonight,” but as I looked up at his ruggedly handsome but still boyish face, I got lost in his beautiful eyes. As if it was an involuntary action, my left hand came up, and I put it into his huge palm. He gently closed his hand around mine, and I rose from my seat as if lifted by an unseen force. “I’m Linda,” was all I could say.
I know at some time I must have let go of my husband’s hand, but I honestly have no recollection of doing it.
The first song was a fast one, and we danced without touching. It let me take in his whole body. He was tall and powerfully built. He moved with a grace that belied his size. His face was youthful but chiseled with a bright smile and eyes that twinkled when he looked at me. I didn’t understand why, but I was attracted to him like he was a gravitational force.
The next song had a swing beat, so he scooped me up in his arms and lead me gracefully around the dance floor. His hold on me was totally appropriate for a casual dance between strangers, but it brought me closer to him to feel the heat emanating from his body and sense the manly combination of his cologne and natural scent. He led so well that we moved as if we had been dancing together forever — each movement in sync throughout the song.
When that song ended, a slow song began. Marc stepped back politely and asked, “Do you need to get back to your table?”
A wave of disappointment flashed through my body, and I wanted to hold on to this moment for as long as possible. “I…, I could do one more,” I said hesitantly.
A triumphant smile spread across Marc’s face, and he pulled me into his body. This time we were much closer than was appropriate for strangers, but I relished the contact with his body. Everything I could feel was solid, and I do mean everything. His shoulders were broad, his arms were strong, his thigh was a solid mass of muscle pressing on my tingling mound, and the lump in his pants pressed tantalizingly across my abdomen. As we moved together, I could feel myself lubricating for a night of passion.
As that song ended, Marc held me close and continued to move as another slow song began. He maneuvered me to the far side of the dance floor. He looked down at me and asked, “Linda, would you like to leave with me tonight? I promise it will be the most amazing night of your life.”
Without hesitating, I returned his question, “How would we do it?”
“Well, the back door is over by the restrooms. We could dance over by the bar and slip out together.”
I thought for a moment, “I need my purse from the table, and my wrap is in the coat check by the lobby.”
“OK, then you go back to the table to get your purse. I’ll go out to the lobby, get your coat, and then circle around to the back door to get you.”
“The claim check for my coat is in my purse.”
Marc smiled, “That’s what tips are for. The attendant and I have an agreement” I described for Marc what my coat looked like, and he nodded in understanding.
Once the decision was made, I relaxed and melted into his body, feeling like my soul was consumed in his powerful aura.
When the song ended, we broke our hold on one another and walked away in different directions.
As I approached our table, I tried to give Jim a reassuring smile, but something in the look on his face confirmed that he knew something was terribly wrong.
Jim tried to draw me away from Marc’s massive pull. “I keep telling you that you’re the most attractive woman in here,” (he) whispered in (my) ear. He held my hands and asked, “Is it time to take the next dance back to our room?”
My heart leapt in momentary panic. I looked across the table at Dee, and I must have had a ‘Help me!’ look on my face. Dee suddenly jumped up and said, “I’m sorry, everyone, I just have to go to the restroom right now. Linda, come with me?”
Dee grabbed my hand and lifted me out of my seat. Luckily, I had already grabbed my clutch purse in my other hand. “Sorry, Jim. I can use some freshening up, too,” I called as Dee whisked me away.
As Dee was leading me across the floor toward the bar area, I could see Marc working his way through the crowd toward the lobby. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I realized what I was doing.
Dee got me to the far side of the bar where the others couldn’t see us. She spun around right in my face and asked, “Linda, what the hell is going on. I’ve never seen your face look that scared.”
“Marc asked me to leave with him,” I said quietly.
“He did!?” she squealed like a teenager whose best friend had just been asked to the dance. “Are you going?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Oh, god, this is amazing,” she continued. “This is going to be the night of your life.”
Her face quickly turned serious. “What are you going to do about Jim?” she asked.
“Mark is getting my coat, then he is going to meet me at the back door,” I said pointing to the Exit “We’ll slip out. I just need you to give me enough time to get away.”
“First, I want you to distract Jim. Stay back here a reasonable amount of time, and then go back to the table and keep him busy. I don’t want there to be a confrontation as I’m leaving. I don’t think I could handle that.”
“I can do that,” Dee nodded.
“Then, do everything you can to make the night as easy on him as possible. Remind him that I love him, and that I’ll be back.”
I felt a blast of cold air at my back, and I turned to see Marc coming in the back door carrying my coat. “Are you ready to go, Linda?”
“Please, Dee. Take care of Jim. This is something I need.”
Dee kissed me on the cheek and said, “I’ll try, dear. Have fun and stay safe.”
With that I turned away from my plans for the night. Marc gently placed my coat around my shoulders, and I took his hand, interlacing my fingers with his.
Marc walked me out the back door of the club and into the cool air of the parking lot. We walked to a black Porsche Panamera — I didn’t know a car could be so elegant and beautiful. He gallantly opened the passenger side door and gave me a sizzling kiss before assisting me as I settled into the soft leather seat.
Marc walked around the front of the car, and the windshield framed him from shoulders to hips. God, he was a beautiful specimen of a human being. His hips were narrow, and his butt was a mass of rock-hard muscle. His back rose from his small waist to his broad shoulders, and as I danced with him, I could feel every muscular bulge as I ran my hands along his back. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was that he picked ME! He opened his door and gracefully slid behind the wheel. Almost as his beautiful ass hit the seats, the dashboard came to life. “It’s a plug-in hybrid,” Marc said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Let’s get out of here before there is any trouble.”
Marc engaged the shift lever; the big car silently backed out of the space; and with a whoosh we left the parking lot and headed toward the lake district. “It’s a little chilly tonight,” Marc said as he reached up and pushed a button on the touch screen. Immediately, my seat got warm — like I needed that part of me to get any hotter!
We drove silently through town. Marc’s face showed a slight triumphant smile, and I reveled in being his prize for the night. My whole body was tingling. Every slight ripple in the road seemed to bounce my breasts within my silky blue dress, and my nipples were just ringing with anticipation. I felt like my body could just burst at any moment.
Marc pulled up to the gate of the fanciest neighborhood on the lake. He touched another button on the screen, and the wrought-iron barrier began to slide smoothly away. “You can program the remote signal right into the car,” he said with a smile. We drove through the neighborhood past the grandest homes in town, all the way to a wooded lot far from the gate. The house was only partially visible through the trees. It would have been completely hidden in the summer, but it looked like a wonderland as it emerged into full view. It was tall, majestic, and beautiful, just like its owner. If I didn’t think my pussy could get any wetter, I was wrong. I just hoped I wouldn’t leave a wet spot on those beautiful leather seats.
Marc effortlessly slid out of the car and walked back around the front toward my side. The view was just as beautiful from this perspective. His strong thighs pulled his pants tight across an impressive bulge; I had felt it start to swell on the dance floor. He must have been anticipating our encounter as much as I was because you could clearly see the outline of his semi-erect member as it pointed toward his left hip. The view left me breathless.
He opened the door and put his large, strong hand down within my reach. My hand disappeared into his as he gently supported me as I turned and rose from the warm caress of the soft bucket seat. I immediately felt a cool breeze flutter up my dress, and I gave a slight shiver — I wasn’t sure if it was the contrast between the warm seat and the night air or that my pussy was wetter than it had ever been and had soaked through the panel of the blue thong that I had put on for my husband’s enjoyment just a few hours ago.
We walked hand-in-hand to the huge, wooden front door. As it opened, I got my first glimpse of the opulent lifestyle of a professional football star. My heels clicked across the dark marble of the entry foyer. As we entered, low lights came on in sequence, progressively illuminating the huge central living room as if it were being presented for approval. It had massive dark leather chairs and couches — the better to hold someone of Marc’s impressive size and, I’m assuming, his friends. The far wall was all glass extending as far up as you could see from the foyer. Beyond the glass, lights clicked on for the beautiful hot tub grotto and the infinity pool. As you looked across the pool, it seemed to merge into the lights flickering off the lake as you looked toward the public marina on the far shore. The neon lights from the sail-up bar blinked a rainbow of colors across the rippling water.
Marc took my wrap and hung it on the beautiful wooden coat tree by the door. As we walked through the foyer, Marc dropped his key fob in a bowl on a side table, and he picked up a small remote. He pushed one button, and soft jazz music started to play as if the sound was coming from all around us. We transitioned from the marble entry to the beautiful hardwood of the living room, and then to the thickest and softest floor rug I had ever felt. We sat on the large couch; it must have been eight feet long, making me feel tiny and vulnerable.
Marc picked up another remote from the end table, and a gas fireplace burst into activity bathing the seating area in flickering light.
“Would you like a drink?” Marc asked.
“No,” I responded. “I’ve had enough to drink tonight. I came here because you promised me something else!”
Marc smiled at me with a confident, boyish look, and he kissed me. His kiss was soft and gentle, but it lit a fire in my body. My pussy was tingling; my toes were curled in my come-fuck-me pumps; and my hands pulled at the fine fabric of the tailored shirt that hugged each glorious curve of his magnificent body. The kiss seemed to pull all the air out of the room and left me gasping for my next breath.
Marc took my hand and assisted me in rising from the couch. We walked a few steps toward the huge windows, and as soon as we were off the thick rug, he gently pulled me close to him and began almost imperceptibly to move to the rhythm of the music. I again felt overwhelmed in his arms and melted into his strong body. I don’t know why he did that: maybe he was trying to show me he was a gentleman by not taking me straight to bed. I looked up and said, “Thank you, Marc, for giving me time to adjust to this.” He was in complete control, as he had been since that first slow dance at the club, but he didn’t rush. He just held me close while gracefully moving us both with the gentle flow of the warm music that surrounded us.
I was the one that got impatient. I stretched as far as I could, put my arm around Marc’s thick neck, and pulled myself up to give him the most passionate kiss I had ever given anyone in my life. Marc put his massive hands on either side of my waist and gently lifted me off the ground. I now could wrap both arms around his neck, and he held me there as our lips pressed against the other’s, and our tongues danced with much greater fervor than our bodies had been moving only moments before.
Marc gently lowered me back to the floor, took my hand, and led me back to the couch. He effortlessly lifted me and sat me on a pile of soft pillows. When he sat on the couch next to me, it put his mouth in perfect position to kiss me. I thought only momentarily that he must have done this before to be so practiced at the move, but then the feel of his lips, the pressure of my breasts as I pressed against his broad chest, and the molten heat between my legs distracted me from any more analysis of the situation.
Again, Marc was patient while I was the one pushing the action forward. My hands began to roam across the expanse of his chest. I could feel the outline of his nipples through the fine silk of his shirt, and I rubbed and tweaked them as much as I could. Marc took the hint, put his hand on my waist, and pulled me across onto his lap. I was straddling one of his massive thighs, and the action caused my blue dress to rise and bunch above my hips.
Marc’s massive hands cupped each cheek of my exposed ass and pulled me forward. The friction of my thong panties along his leg slid them back so that the texture of the lace tickled my clit as I moved. My whole body shuddered, and I broke the kiss momentarily to regain my composure. This left my neck exposed to Mark’s lips, and electricity again shot through me as he pecked tiny kisses from my ear, down my neck, to the base of my clavicle. I was shocked at the way my body was reacting to this beautiful stranger, but it was what I wanted from the moment he pulled me close to him on the dance floor. We continued to kiss, and the heat continued to build within me.”
Imperceptibly, at first, my pelvis began to rock forward and back as we kissed. Before I realized it, I was rubbing my pussy on the ridge of muscle atop Marc’s massive thigh, and riding that beautiful thigh became more fervent. All at once, I could no longer breathe smoothly, and the rhythmic movements of my hips became ragged and jerky. I pulled my mouth away from Marc’s, and I put my hands on either side of his beautiful face and looked him right in the eyes. They twinkled in amusement, and his smile indicated he was quite pleased with himself, and his smugness at the situation pushed me over the edge. My eyes closed hard and then opened wide in surprise. They rolled back as a moan started deep down in my body and rose to escape my open mouth. A spasm rose from my twitching pussy and followed up my spine, and I jerked, and my head was thrown back in a glorious orgasm. As the contractions subsided, my body went limp and fell across Marc’s broad chest.
I was breathing heavily, trying to get oxygen to my still quivering body. Marc looked down at me and gently pushed a lock of hair away from my face. I opened my eyes and looked up, and his appearance of his laughing eyes and gentle smile caused me to melt even more.
“Should we take this to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable?” Mark asked in a low, sultry voice.
“Oh, God, yes!” was my immediate reply. “If I only get one night of this, I want to get as much as I can!”
Marc lifted me off his thigh and turned me sideways. With one hand under my back and one under my thighs, he effortlessly stood from the couch, lifting me with him as if I weighed no more than a feather.
He carried me to a bedroom just off the living area. The windowed wall opened to the deck with the hot tub closer to the sliding glass door. From this angle, the dark woods could be viewed across the inlet of the lake, and the full moon shone brightly above the trees. The combination of the lighting on the patio and around the pool, and the moonlight streaming in illuminated the room.
Marc kissed me again, and then gently laid me on a bed with sheets so soft they caressed my body, but the bed had an underlying firmness so that I was sure that it would stand up to its night’s purpose. Marc gently unbuckled the ankle strap of my shoe, slipped it off, and rubbed my foot. I didn’t realize how long the night had been until I felt the relief at his little gesture of attention. By the time he had removed my other shoe, and relieved the tension in my other foot, I could feel my pussy starting to tingle again.
He backed up slightly and put out his hands. I placed my small hands in his, and he gently pulled me upright to stand. Without being asked, I turned my back to him and waited while he lowered the zipper on the shocking blue dress that I had bought expressly to impress my husband. I felt his fingers gently touch each side of my neck, and, with a gentle sweep, he pushed the dress off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet, and I stepped out of it with one foot, and then swept it away from the bed with the other. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, and then I felt his lips behind my ear, and he trailed kisses down my neck to my shoulder.
He wrapped me in his massive arms with one hand reaching across to cup my breast over my lace bra, and the other hand reaching down to rub my belly from my navel down to the waistband of my panties. He pulled me back into his body, and I could feel his erection press into the cleft of my ass extending up to my lower back. I moaned and tried to press back even closer into his body. One of my hands reached up to pull on the back of his neck to encourage the exploration by his lips, while the other reached back to cup his buttocks and pull that bulge tighter against my back.
The fire had been lit for the second time and was building quickly. One of his hands was tweaking my nipple through the thin lace fabric of my bra, while the other hand moved slowly up and down my abdomen, getting slightly lower each time until the tips of his fingers were slipping below the elastic of my thong and just brushing the soft hair hiding there.
Again, I showed how much I wanted this by turning in his arms to face him. I laid a smoldering kiss on his lips that, I think, surprised him. I pushed away and said, “I have to see you!”
Marc smiled and took a step back. He slipped off his shoes and kicked them away. Then, standing there barefooted, he raised his arms straight out and said, “It’s all yours.”
I unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom. I reached up, put both my hands on his chest, and pushed the shirt up and off his massive shoulders. Marc lowered his arms to allow the shirt to fall. I was speechless at what I saw. His chest swelled with muscles, but the skin was silky smooth. His abdomen rippled with the results of hours of rigorous training. A vee of muscle started at his hips and dipped into the waistband of his underwear just peeking out from the top of his pants.
After I regained my bearings, I unbuckled his belt and undid the hook fastening the top of his pants. I got down on my knees and pulled down the zipper. I eased his pants over the hard muscle of his butt, getting another good feel in the process, but my eyes were focused directly on my prize. The low moonlight directly over my shoulder illuminated the beautiful bulge laying to the side in his boxer briefs with a circular stain of precum highlighting the terminus of the shaft.
I reached around to slide his underwear over that ass, and then put both hands on the waist band in front and pulled it out to clear his erect member and then down to expose my prize. What popped out at me was a cock so beautiful, it looked like it was sculped by a master. It was long and thick, and the veins along its length were as prominent as the muscles along the abdomen just above it. The shaft and heavy balls hanging below it were shaved smooth, but there was a small patch of stiff, curly blond hair left above it.
I grabbed it at the base with my right hand, only covering about half of its length with my palm, while my left hand fondled and weighed the impressive balls hanging below. I reached out with my tongue and flicked a drop of precum off the head, and now it was Marc’s turn to moan. Pleased with myself, I smiled up at him as I took the head of that impressive tool into my sexually ravenous mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, but I couldn’t get even half of the shaft in my mouth.
I had sucked and licked for a short time, when I felt Marc’s hands on my shoulders gently nudging me back. I looked up disappointed at having my treat taken away from me, but Marc simply said, “There will be plenty of time for that, little one.”
He put his hands under my arms and gently lifted me to my feet. I put my arms around his neck and pulled myself up for another deep kiss. This time I could feel the hardness of that beautiful dick pressing against the bare skin of my abdomen.
I realized that now I was overdressed, so I let myself down and stepped back. I reached back and unhooked my bra. As it slid down my arms to fall to the floor, I looked at my breasts. The areolas were drawn into tight buttons, and the nipples were harder and more erect than I had ever seen them. I looked up, and Marc’s face glowed with appreciation. This man had me more on fire than I had ever been before.
I used my thumbs to hook the sides of my thong and slid it over my hips. The gusset clung momentarily to my sodden pussy, and then released with a chilly rush of air across my lips. My body shivered involuntarily as the fabric slid down my legs, alighting on the tops of my feet. I stepped out of one leg and used my other foot to flick the small piece of cloth in the general direction that I thought I had deposited my blue dress moments before.
Marc guided me to the edge of the bed and gently lowered me back. He climbed on beside me and began to kiss me while his free hand caressed and squeezed my sensitive breasts. Every time he would cross an erect nipple, shocks would course through my body. He kissed across my cheek and to my ear. As he worked down the side of my neck, my pussy began to pulse, and I could feel the wetness coating my lips.
He worked across my collar bone and down across my chest. When his lips reached my breast, he sucked the nipple into his mouth while his hand continued to massage the other breast. I was gasping for air and squirming on the bed, but all I could accomplish was to move my hip over against his. The frustration was building in my body, and then he switched his lips to my other breast and his hand slid across my abdomen. My pussy twitched in anticipation as his fingers slid down through the soft hair above the focus of my desire. His middle finger slid across my clit as his hand rubbed down across my lips. On the way back up, his middle finger would drag through my slit and tickle my sensitive opening before rubbing across the sensitive bud and starting again.
He returned his lips to my mouth, and we kissed feverishly as my hips bucked against the exquisite pressure of his hand. I could feel the fire building. I pulled my head back and pleaded, “Please?” I didn’t want to miss the main prize that I had risked so much on.
He smiled back and me and said, “Be patient. You’ll get what you want, but it will be so much better if you are ready.” His reassurance relaxed me and my pussy spasmed as I came like a rolling thunderstorm. I pressed my face against Marc’s broad chest, and it was all I could do to not bite him in my moment of passion.
As my orgasm subsided, I realized I was clinging to Marc’s body like a panting koala baby. He kissed me softly on the forehead, rolled off the bed, and walked to a small refrigerator set in the bar along the wall. He pulled out two bottles of water, opened one as he crossed back across the room with that impressive cock bouncing in front of him. He broke the seal on one bottle and handed it to me. I skittered on my elbows up to the pillows and sat up and took a drink. The cool water refreshed me, as I hadn’t realized how thirsty I had gotten.
Marc walked back to the bar and opened a silver door with a red light under it, removing a bottle of clear liquid. “Warm coconut oil,” he said. “It makes the best natural lube.” As if he read my mind, he continued, “No funny business, but if you aren’t used to one this size, it will make it easier for you.”
As he crossed the room again with that beautiful bobbing member still leading the way, he downed half his bottle of water in one long drink. He set the oil on the bedside table, took my water, and put both bottles on the far side of the table. He smiled and slid in bed next to me, and we began to kiss again. His strong hands massaged all over my body, my back, my butt, my thighs, my calves, my abdomen, my breasts, and my feet. It didn’t seem there was a place that his long arms couldn’t reach.
As he felt the energy building in me again, he reached to the table and picked up the oil. He squeezed some on his hand and began to rub it on my quivering mound. The warmth of the oil added to my own heat, and his fingers again teased the lips and circled my erect button. My pussy began to flood again, and the combination of two previous orgasms and a building third had me wetter than I had ever been.
I broke the kiss and asked, “Please, now?”
“If you’re ready?” was his quiet question. I nodded, “Yes, please?” He rubbed a generous amount of the oil on his cock, making it glisten in the dim light.
One at a time he shifted his legs to place his knees between mine. I parted my legs as far as possible to give him easy access to my eager pussy. I felt that beautiful dick bobbing against my abdomen as he positioned himself. In the dim light I could just see the thick head of his beautiful member sandwiched between our bodies. He slid forward once, and his dick slipped up and the full length slid deliciously across my sensitive button. He pulled back twice more with the same result. On the fourth try, I arched my back, which forced the head to press more directly against my lips. The slick head parted the petals and pushed against the tight opening. Marc held himself up on his arms and watched me for signs of distress. He moved forward slightly, and I could feel myself stretching around the beautiful bulb. Marc stopped until my eyes relaxed and gently pushed in again. The whole head popped past the opening, and I shuddered with the pressure in my pussy that I had never felt before.
He waited for me to relax again before starting to slowly slide in and out. Every few strokes, he would allow the head to go a little deeper until several minutes later, his pubic hair was pressing on my pubic hair, and he was bottomed out in my quivering pussy.
“Are you OK?” he asked gently.
“Oh, god, yes!” I responded enthusiastically. “Please fuck me, Marc!”
“I’ll go slow. Tell me if you want to stop.”
With that, he withdrew that magnificent tool. As the ridge of the head raked across my G-spot, my body quaked with a new sensation. As he slowly moved forward, the sensation was renewed in the other direction. My heels came up off the bed and hooked behind his thighs, urging him on to push deeper and faster. The combination of his girth stretching me and the prominent ridge of his cock stimulating my G-spot had me gasping with each stroke in and out.
“Oh, Marc! That feels so fucking wonderful!” I heard myself saying. Where did that come from? I rarely was vocal during sex with Jim, and I never talked dirty, but this was another experience altogether.
Marc settled into a rhythm. As he bottomed out, his magnificent abs rocked his pelvis forward to rub that tuft of curly hair right across my sensitive clitoris. His pelvis rocked back as he prepared to withdraw, stimulating the button a second time. Over and over, I felt the stimulation of my G-spot, my clitoris, and then my G-spot again. Each would create a shock wave that would spread out from my pussy, but it never quite recovered. It was like I was climbing hand-over-hand a step at a time toward another massive explosion, with the energy building and building just waiting for the barrier to burst.
My hands reached up to try to embrace him, but the width and thickness of his chest and the building sheen of sweat on his body meant the best I could do was pull at his magnificent lats, but his arms were too strong for me to pull him down, and my arms were too shaky because of the building orgasm to pull myself up. My legs were wrapped around his hips with my heels planted in the backs of his massive thighs, pulling with his rhythm.
As his pace continued, I began to lose control. Things were coming out of my mouth that I couldn’t have imagined anyone would ever hear. “Oh, God!” (Slap-slap-slap) “Please keep … going!” (Smack-smack-smack) “Fuck my pussy!” (Schlorp-schlorp-schlorp) “Don’t fucking stop! (Schlorp-schlorp) “Nothing has ever felt this good!” The obscene sounds of my flooding cunt as Marc’s gorgeous member pumped in and out heightened the eroticism of the moment.
As the pace and force picked up, I could feel every stroke reverberate through my body. The impact resonated up through my abdomen, with electric pulses shooting straight from my pussy to my brain. My tits shuddered each time that beautiful cock thrust into my gushing canal and withdrew again, making my nipples feel like they were on fire. It was as if he was fucking my whole body at once, and the sensations overwhelmed me.
I lost whatever ability I had to speak, and what came out of my mouth was unintelligible. “Uh ghuh…. “Arruhhh….” “Oh, pleeeee, ahhh!” “Dun fugging staaaah!” “Fuuhhhh!”
Marc looked down on me intently as his pelvis continued to piston his member into and out of my pussy. I could barely focus through the pleasure, but I saw his face break into a slight self-satisfied smile. He must have seen it coming on my face, because almost immediately I was swept up in a wave that crashed over and simultaneously through my body. “AAAANNNNGGGGHHHH!” came out of my mouth, and my heels came out from behind Marc’s thighs and planted themselves flat on the bed. My back arched, and my feet pushed to drive my hips up to meet Marc’s thrusts.
I held that position for about three thrusts, and then a second wave blasted over me. “Oooohhhnnnkk!”
My legs shot out straight, and my toes pointed. My thighs vibrated so that my whole body shook. My back arched again, stretching my abdomen and pushing my breasts up and toward Marc’s chest. My arms flung out to the sides and my fists twisted at the bed sheet. My head was thrown back and uncontrollably shaking from side-to-side.
As I slowly regained my senses, I tried to open my eyes. They had been clenched tightly, and it took some effort to move them. When the lids finally parted, I was looking through a mass of hair — evidence of how vigorously my head had been thrown around during my orgasm.
I felt Marc shift down to one elbow, and his fingers push the hair aside, and I looked up into that same self-satisfied and self-confident grin. “Are you OK?”
I threw my arms and legs around him, kissed him as hard as I could, and replied, “Oh, FUCK, yes! I’ve never felt anything like that before!”
Marc smiled again and asked, “Are you ready for me to finish? I’m close.”
My heels dug into the base of his ass, pulling him deeper into my still spasming pussy, and begged, “Please, give it to me.”
He raised himself up again on his strong arms, and he began to piston in and out. I rolled from orgasm to orgasm, thrashing below his powerful body as he drove into me again and again. His face transitioned from his bemused smile to a determined grimace. This time, it was my turn to look on with a self-satisfied smile as his regular rhythm began to falter, his cock began to swell and pulse, and his eyes opened widely as if in surprise, and then closed tightly as he pushed his pelvis forward.
“Uuuunnnnkkkkrrrgghhhh!” His grunt came from deep within his abdomen as he was overtaken by his orgasm. His neck muscles were taut, and his head was back as I felt his warm cum flooding my still-contracting cunt. His arms gave out, and he fell on my chest, those wonderful abs still contracting rhythmically to keep his cock buried deep in my canal. I could feel that wonderful member still pulsing, three, four, five, six times, creating a tsunami of pleasure engulfing us both.
In my heightened state, Marc felt light on my chest. I caressed the back of his neck with one hand, while rubbing down his back with the other. Beads of sweat rolled down the valley created by the path of his spine. I lightly kissed the side of his neck. When I kissed his ear, he giggled, raised back up on his elbows, and smiled, “Linda, that was incredible! Thank you for coming with me tonight!”
“My pleasure,” I replied, “Literally, my pleasure!” and we laughed together, and then he kissed me again, a kiss that I returned enthusiastically. We continued to kiss for several minutes as I felt that stretch caused by that wonderful organ slowly subside within my pussy. As his cock shrank, the flood of cum rolled out around it and created a hot river along my pussy lips, around the base of his cock, and down across my rosebud to create a warm pool on the bed.
Marc stopped and said, “I need to move.” As he rolled off, my arms instinctively reached longingly for him as he flopped down on the bed next to me. I couldn’t move, but my hand reached over to trail up and down the washboard ripples of his stomach. I could see that wonderful dick flopped across his abdomen pointing toward me, the tip still leaking cum as it continued to deflate to normal size.
“That tickles,” he giggled, as he gently grabbed my absent-mindedly stroking fingers. He pulled my arm across his body, and I rolled over to rest my head on his shoulder, pressing my breasts into the side of his chest with my leg reaching across his thigh to pull my still leaking pussy tight against his hip. I could feel his heart beating in his chest. He kissed me on the forehead as we just lay there together, basking in the afterglow.
We laid there for a while as our breathing slowed down and our heart rates returned to normal. Mark stroked my shoulder as I caressed his chest with my free hand. “Thank you for coming with me, Linda. That was wonderful!” I reveled at his compliment.
“Thank you for choosing me. You delivered what you promised on the dance floor. I didn’t believe it could feel like that,” I replied. “How did I get to be the lucky girl?”
“You were the most beautiful woman in the club tonight,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Why would I want to leave with the second best?”
My heart fluttered again that someone like Marc could be attracted to a regular wife and mother of two like me. I felt like I had never received such a grand compliment.
“How often do you go out looking for…, er…, company for the night?” I had no idea why I was suddenly getting shy after what we had already shared.
“In the off-season like now, I go out a few times a week to different clubs. I don’t always bring girls home, but I do sometimes. This big house gets lonely. I do have some regular girls that I can call as well,” he said without apology or explanation.
“What about married women, like me?” I asked.
He smiled sheepishly. “I guess it happens every few times. I have a thing for married women. I guess it goes back to when I was in college.”
I was genuinely curious when I asked, “Why?”
Marc looked like he was thinking back to a far-away time. “There was a booster — an older guy that was a huge football fan and gave big money to the athletic department. He made his money in the stock market somehow, I think. Part of what he got was free access to the players. He would hang around practice and come into the locker room — stuff like that.”
“One of the things he would do is to invite players over to his house. He had this big mansion on a farm outside of town with a pool, and he had four wheelers that we could ride and stuff. We pretty much could come and go from his property whenever we wanted.”
“The guy had this wife — she was probably in her early 40s at the time — and she liked to hang around with the players. For some reason, she took a liking to me when I was a freshman.”
Linda thought she knew why the wife took a liking to Marc’s physical features, but she let him continue.
“I was red-shirting, so I wasn’t traveling with the team,” Marc continued. “When they were out of town, a few teammates and I would go over to the house and hang out by the pool. One Saturday, the husband traveled with the team when we had a nationally televised Saturday night game, so the plane wouldn’t get back until three or four in the morning.”
“The other guys wanted to get back to campus for the game parties, so they left early. I was cleaning up some of the empty glasses and cans around the pool when the wife came out in the littlest bikini I had ever seen in person. It was pretty clear what she was after.”
“She came up and kissed me hard and wrapped one leg around me to pull her body close. My hands started roaming over body, and she didn’t stop me, so I kept going. She took me by the hand, led me upstairs, and we fucked until the wee hours of the morning, in all kinds of ways. It was heady stuff for a small-town kid away from home for the first time. After that, it became a regular thing. Whenever I could get out to the farm, I was out there. Sometimes I would just swim and play with his toys, sometimes his wife and I would fuck each other until we couldn’t walk.”
“It was quite a sexual education. She liked to do everything, and she was willing to teach a kid like me what kinds of things got her off. We would fuck in every way possible, and she would give me money and gifts that made a ‘struggling college student’s’ life easier.”
“After her, the college age girls were just too vanilla. I got my fair share of college pussy, but nothing matched the experience of a more mature woman. Plus, it added to the thrill that she was married. So, that’s where I acquired my taste for married women.”
I rubbed his chest and stretched up to kiss him on the lips. “Well, right now I’m glad that you developed that taste.” His arm squeezed me closer to his side.
“When did you develop your pick-up method?” I asked. “That takes some balls.”
“Yeah, I guess it does,” he said sheepishly. “All through college, I had access to the booster’s wife, and she kept me plenty busy, so I didn’t have to pick up any women. The college girls really weren’t any challenge. I was drafted after my junior season and had to move here. So, then it was like I was cut off. I could still find college girls or groupies in bars, but they didn’t satisfy my interest in hot married women.”
“Late in my rookie season, we were playing in Denver on a Thursday night. Just before halftime, a huge snowstorm settled in that was dropping an inch and a half of snow an hour, and the winds picked up. By the time the game was over, the airport was closed, and we had to spend an extra night in the hotel. I was taking Ritalin at the time during games to help my focus, so I couldn’t sleep. At about two in the morning, I went down to the hotel bar just because I was sick of lying there looking at the ceiling while my roommate snored away.”
“The bar was almost empty, so I got a beer and sat in a booth where I could see the TVs. This older guy in a suit recognized me, brought his drink over, and asked if he could join me. He seemed harmless, so I said, ‘Sure.'”
“We chatted about nothing in particular — you know, the weather, the highlights on TV, stuff like that. All at once he asked, ‘Want to hear a crazy story?'”
“I said, ‘Sure,’ and he proceeded to tell me about a conversation he was part of after a conference a few years before. He said that the women at the table, all apparently happily married, said they would fuck a hot celebrity if they had the chance, whether their husbands were there or not. I thought he was shittin’ me, but he swore it was absolutely true.”
‘That’s unbelievable,’ I thought, before I realized the hypocrisy.
Marc continued, “So, after the season was over, I was at a club, and there was a group of married women on a girls’ night out. I started dancing with them, and they all were having fun getting attention from the celebrity. I remembered what the salesman said, so I picked the one that had been grinding the most on my thigh and pressing her mound on my erection and just said, ‘Do you want to get out of here?'”
“Without hesitating, she said, ‘Fuck yeah! Let me get my coat.’ I told her to meet me by the back door and away she went back to the table. As soon as I got to the door, here she came with a huge smile on her face.”
“We went back to the apartment I had at the time and had two great fucks. She said she had to get back to the club so her husband wouldn’t find out, so I let her shower quickly, and I took her back. From that time on, I’ve tried to pick up married women when I could. It doesn’t always work, but enough to make it worth the try, and I can always pick up a college chick if I get shot down.”
“When did you start picking up women with their husbands there?” I inquired.
“I stayed with women on girls’ nights for quite a while, but the salesman’s story was that the women would go whether their husband was there or not. One night, I was out, and there was this gorgeous woman, a lot like you, dancing with her husband. They took a break, but she was clearly ready for more, so I went over and asked her to dance. She jumped up, and we danced three or four songs, the last one a slow dance.”
“She was pressed against me, and she clearly was enjoying rubbing against my hard-on, so I asked if she would leave with me. She thought really hard, but in the end said, ‘No, I can’t. My husband is here.’ Even though she didn’t leave with me, her hesitation told me she was close, so I tried again a few weeks later, and that woman said yes. They don’t say yes as often as they do when they are by themselves, but I still do OK.”
Somehow, I wasn’t offended by Marc’s game. I had a flash of guilt that I wasn’t as strong as the first wife he tried, but I was still flattered that he chose me out of a room full of beautiful women.
“So, when do you have to leave?” he asked.
“Well, my husband is probably pissed that I left. I’m not sure if he went back to the hotel or if he went home, so I should give him as much time to cool off as possible.” With that, I rolled all the way on top of Marc and began to kiss him hard and with as much tongue as I could give him. “I guess it’s ‘In for a penny — in for a pound,’ I giggled.
He returned the kiss, and his big, strong hands began to stroke, caress, and massage my back, butt, and thighs once again. His arms could reach around so that his fingers could tickle my pussy lips and flutter across my sensitive ass.
I rose up on my hands and knees and looked down between our bodies at his still limp cock. “What do we have to do to get your friend to come out and play?” I asked.
“Well, that blowjob you gave me a while ago was wonderful,” he said with a cheeky gleam in his eye.
With that, I grinned and began to slither down his body, kissing as I went. I kissed his ear, and down his neck to his shoulders. I kissed down his chest and licked and nipples standing proudly atop his impressive pecs. I kissed across his washboard stomach to his belly button. When I buried my tongue in his navel, he giggled and jerked, and my tits fell on either side of his cock. Even limp it was an impressive lump lying between my globes.
I continued to slide down Marc’s body, kissing down toward his groin. I kissed through his wiry pubic hair, reveling in the musky smell of his body, until I was facing his beautiful member lying loose and hanging straight down between his legs. I licked along the top and could taste the tart combination of our juices from our earlier encounter. His slight moan encouraged me, so I picked it up, looking directly at the beautiful, helmet-shaped head, and then, looking him right in the eyes, slurped as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.
Marc rolled his head back and closed his eyes as a “Mmmngh!” escaped his lips. I smiled around the cock in my mouth, pleased with myself that an ordinary wife and mother like me could give pleasure to someone so famous and with so much sexual experience.
The blowjob got wetter and wetter as I bobbed my head up and down that beautiful rod. My right hand stroked the base of his shaft, while my left hand fondled his beautiful, shaved sack, and I could feel the weight of the balls pressing on the shining rings on my finger. Marc’s head began to slowly swell in my mouth, and I looked forward to feeling the power of his glorious pipe to provide me pleasure again soon.
Marc pulled me up and asked, “How do you want it this time?
“From behind,” I responded breathlessly. “I want to feel it hard and deep.”
Mark smiled and positioned me on all fours at the edge of the bed. He reached over to the bedside table and got a palm full of the coconut oil. He rubbed his whole hand across my pussy lips, slathering the now cool liquid across the opening of my yearning pussy, and then he stroked his dick to coat it with the slippery fluid.
He stepped behind me, and I could feel the heat from his body radiate across my buttocks. He rubbed the head up and down, tickling my clitoris and spreading the lubrication around my lips. In my impatience, I tried to lean back on his member, but Marc held my hips steady while he positioned the head at my opening.
He leaned forward slightly, and the sensation of his shaft entering me was almost as intense as it was the first time. “Nnggrrugh,” I groaned as I leaned back to take the full length into my longing pussy.
Marc held me there as I twitched around the length and girth of his shaft. As my mini orgasm subsided, he pulled back slightly and then pushed back in until his hips pressed against the cheeks of my ass. He pulled out a little farther and pushed back in with a little more force, his hips making a quiet clap as he hit bottom. Each stroke pulled out a little farther and drove back in with a little more force, each impact getting louder, until he was just leaving the head in me on the outstroke and driving in so hard on the instroke that a shock wave rippled through the muscle of my ass and his heavy sack swung forward to slap against my clit. As we gained our rhythm, my tits were swinging forward and back, and I was pushing to meet his thrusts to make each one as hard and deep as I could stand.
I was losing control as he impaled me again and again on that magnificent shaft. “Oh, god, please, Marc, don’t stop!” I wailed as the exquisite punishment continued. The smacking of the impact of his muscular body was mixed with a slurping sound of his cock pistoning in and out of my sodden pussy.
He began to pull harder on my hips, driving me down on that magnificent shaft deeper and more forcefully as we fucked with abandon. The unintelligible sounds returned to my throat, and I lost the ability to control my arms. My face dropped down to the bed, and my tits raked across the folds of the now wrinkled bed sheets, sending shocks of pleasure emanating from my nipples that crashed into those coming from my pussy.
Marc continued to pound me as a huge orgasm ripped through my body. I lost all control of my movement. My legs were quivering; my arms were flailing around and grasping at the sheets; the muscles in my body were alternately contracting making me arch my back up like a frightened cat with my face pressed into the mass of sheets, and then arch my back down with my head thrown back in ecstasy and my hair flicking my upturned ass. All of this happened in cycles that I couldn’t control and didn’t want to end.
Through all of this, Marc’s strong hands held my hips steady so that my pussy was a stationary target for that wonderful arrow aimed at it. Its rhythmic invasion of my very soul continued as I flailed in exquisite pleasure.
Just when I thought it couldn’t feel any better, I felt Marc’s cock twitch and swell, and his pace increased. Suddenly, I was aware of guttural, feral sounds emanating from deep within his throat. Just as his cadence began to falter, I was struck by another orgasm that released a flood from my overwhelmed pussy and pushed me forward until I was spread-eagle on the bed with my arms and legs flailing around uncontrollably.
Marc’s magnificent cock followed me forward, and his orgasm caught up to his tremendous pace as his weight fell on me from behind. I could feel the pulsing of his organ within me as he filled me with a second massive load.
I was panting, and I was soaked with sweat, and my hair stuck to may face and neck. I could feel Marc’s breath on my ear as he tried to regain his composure. Suddenly, he lifted himself up on his arms.
“I’m sorry, Linda! Are you OK? I didn’t mean to put my full weight on you like that.” Fortunately, he left that beautiful member embedded in my still vibrating pussy.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” I gasped. “That was unbelievable! It might have been better than the first time!”
He dropped his head to kiss the back of my shoulder, an area I never thought was particularly erogenous, but every nerve ending in my body was sensitized, so it felt like a shock.
“For someone that’s ‘fine,’ you look like a mess!” he laughed. “Of course, I probably don’t look much better. You really put me through it!”
I was pleased that my body could give someone like Marc a sexual workout and so much pleasure.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“No,” I replied, “but if we don’t move soon, they’ll find us stuck here!”
Marc laughed, and I felt the pressure of his hips reduce on my butt. My pussy twitched as his still partially erect member began to slide out. An involuntary groan escaped my lips as the head slid over my G-spot, and my cunt contracted as if it were trying to hold him inside me. As the head popped out, a flood of our mixed juices flowed down to puddle on the bed and mix with my tuft of pubic hair, and I felt the emptiness in the space he once occupied.
Marc gently laid on his side next to me, and his gently stroked up and down my back. I turned my head to look at him, and his hair was soaked with sweat and plastered to his forehead. His eyes sparkled, and a beautiful smile was firmly planted on his handsome face.
I was still breathing hard, but Marc’s trained body was recovering quickly. He jumped up off the bed and went back over to the bar. This time, I could see his cock swinging loosely between his legs. He grabbed two more bottles of water. He walked to the other side of the bed, closer to my head, and sat down on the edge.
“You’ve worked hard! You probably need a drink,” he said, opening the bottle for me.
I rolled up on one arm and took a long swig of the cool liquid. “That tastes good. Thanks.”
“Do you need to use the restroom?” he asked me.
“No. Right now, I think I just need a drink,” I replied, tipping my bottle to him.
“I need to go in there for a few minutes. If you decide you need to go, there’s another restroom across the living room next to the bar. Feel free to look around.”
Marc kissed me on my sweaty forehead and padded back across the room. The bathroom light was the brightest light I had seen since we left the club, and it momentarily blinded me as he shut the door.
I swung my legs around so that I could sit. I piled up the pillows to make a back rest against the headboard, and I looked around the room. The furnishings were clean, modern, and spartan, just what you would expect for a young, single male with plenty of money available. Some interior designer probably made a fortune.
I looked down across my body. I could see my hair stuck to the sweat above my breasts as drops ran down between them. My chest was still rising and falling trying to recover from the physical ordeal I had just put my body through. My pubic hair was matted with Marc’s cum, and I could see the softball sized wet spot soaking the sheets where I had been lying.
I drank about half my water, and I had the urge to look around. I slid off the edge of the bed, but stepped carefully onto the floor, unsure whether my legs would really hold me. When I was sure, I gently eased down (I hadn’t realized that the bed was so high) and walked out into the living room, a cool trickle of thick liquid running down my inner thighs.
Where the marina across the lake was brightly lit when I first saw it, now only a few lights could be seen, and the bar above was completely dark. The moon was no longer visible, but it must have been high in the sky because I could see the gentle texture of the surface of the lake.
I should have felt self-conscious strolling naked around a strange man’s house in the middle of the night — I didn’t even walk naked around my own house — but, somehow, the situation made me feel like I was another person in another place in a different time. I was unfazed by the thought that someone on a boat in the lake could easily have seen me through the full-length windows.
I walked back toward the couches. The rug that cushioned my steps last night when I had my shoes on felt wonderfully soft on my bare feet, like I was walking in silken sand. I stopped, wiggling my toes into the knap and giggling at the decadence of the situation.
I walked across the hardwood floor toward the entryway. The space was dimly lit by the glow of an unseen night light. As I stepped from the warm wood to the cool marble, I gasped and stepped back. I stepped again, knowing what to expect, and padded on the balls of my feat toward the massive wooden door. Next to the door was the table and the bowl with the key fob to Marc’s car. On the floor next to the table was my clutch purse.
I was in such a state of sexual anticipation in the car that I didn’t even remember holding my purse as we came in, and I certainly didn’t remember dropping it. I bent over and picked it up, and I opened it and pulled out my phone. The screen immediately lit up, telling me it was 2:14 in the morning, but there were no messages from Jim or anyone else. The hope flashed through my mind that maybe Jim would let me have this, and we would have the long happy marriage that still filled my long-term plans.
I considered sending Jim a text telling him that I was OK and that I loved him, but I didn’t know what state he was in, and I didn’t know whether it would make things better or worse. I also didn’t want to deal with Jim begging me to come home, ending this one-night fantasy prematurely. In the end, whatever played out in my marriage would have to come tomorrow.
I left my purse on the table and turned back to wander around the room, sipping on my water as I went. Along one wall was a trophy case. I didn’t know what most of the awards were for, but there was an impressive array of hardware. There were a few pictures of Marc and his family; The best I could tell, he was the youngest of four kids — three boys and one girl, all, apparently very athletic.
I found the bathroom by the bar and went in to have a dainty tinkle and clean up the trickle of cum that had almost reached my knees. A box of wet wipes let me clean the sticky mess around my pussy lips.
Past the bar and opposite the bedroom was a huge kitchen. The lights came on as I entered, and I saw a beautiful granite island and wood panels hiding the appliances. Large glass doors led to an outdoor kitchen with a huge stainless-steel grill.
As I was completing the long lap around the kitchen island, Marc appeared walking naked across the living room with his beautiful dick swinging in front of him.
“Hey there, beautiful! You OK?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I replied. “Just exploring a little. You have an impressive place here.”
“Yeah, there’s a whole second floor that I never use unless my family is visiting. Luckily, I have a housekeeper to clean up my mess. No way could I take care of a place this big myself.”
“Hey,” he continued, “I’m a little hungry. I think my chef left some fruit cut up in the refrigerator. Want some?”
I hadn’t realized I was famished until he mentioned the food, but I nodded the affirmative and followed him, curious to see which panel hid the refrigerator. Well, that, and I followed that beautiful butt as it walked around the island to the hidden door of the fridge.
Marc pulled a large bowl of melon, pineapple, and berries off the shelf, along with two more bottles of water, and walked to a glass-topped breakfast table along the windows. He pulled out a chair for me, then politely pushed it in when I sat. His mother should be complimented for teaching him manners.
He sat on the opposite side of the table and pulled the plastic wrap off the bowl and pulled out a big chunk of melon, which he popped into his mouth. “This was a good batch,” he said.
I followed his lead and ate the fruit with my fingers. We were mostly quiet, but a few times he offered me a particularly juicy berry, and I fed him some pineapple.
Again, I was unfazed by the fact that anyone passing on the lake below clearly could have seen us sitting there in all our glory, and a simple glance down allowed me to look through the tabletop to see his serpent lying dormant (and he could just as easily have looked at my secret garden). It was a freedom that superseded modesty.
After we had eaten a little more than half the bowl, Mark asked, “Are you done?” I nodded, and he re-covered the bowl with the wrap and padded back to the refrigerator, my eyes locked to the alternating contractions of those muscles in his butt as he walked away, and to the swinging of his dick as he walked forward.
He laughed and said, “We’re still a mess. Would you like to get into the hot tub to rinse off?”
“That sounds like fun.”
Marc took my hand and led me back across in front of the great windows toward the bedroom. Once in his bedroom, we went toward the large sliding door. He stopped and grabbed two fluffy robes. “Here, the deck will be a little chilly.”
He held up the robe to let me put it on, and then he wrapped it around me as he gave me a great hug. He flicked a switch on the wall, and the hot tub began to bubble furiously. He put on his own robe and pulled back the great sliding door, and the cool air raised goose bumps as it flowed across my skin.
He took my hand and led me across the cold mosaic tile on the deck to the edge of the tub. “I’ll hold your robe as you get in, so you won’t get too cold.”
He reached around me and grabbed the front of the robe. He held it up as I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and walked carefully down the stairs into the hot, soothing water, shedding the robe as I went. He put my robe on a hook on the wall, removed his robe and hung it up, and then he walked confidently across the deck to lower himself into the bubbling pool.
We sat hip-to-hip, just enjoying the soothing heat and the massage of the water jets. We both had put our bodies through a physical workout. We sat chatting about the beautiful sky and the spectacular views, not really discussing anything important.
After a few minutes, Marc held his breath and went under the water. He came up facing up, allowing the water to sweep his hair back from his face. “That feels better! Your turn.”
I dropped under the water and came up with my hair streaming behind me and no longer stuck to my neck and chest. “That was refreshing,” I said, and sat next to Marc again.
I felt movement under the water, and Marc’s hand began to explore my thigh. I spread my legs to give him access to anything he wanted, and his hand went up and down with his little finger brushing my sensitive lips and tracing patterns through my pubic hair.
I returned the favor by reaching over and just grabbing his dick: rubbing over its surface and running my fingers through the curly tuft of hair above it.
After a few minutes, Marc pulled me across on his lap and gave me a big kiss. “Pretty lady, I know you’ve worn me out for the night, because if I had anything left, your hand would have me hard as a rock by now. How about we get some rest?”
“Sure. That sounds great.”
Marc climbed out of the tub and tip toed across the chilly deck to retrieve my robe, and he held it while I emerged from the tub like a latter-day Venus to be enveloped in the soft cotton. We walked together, and he just plucked his robe from the hook as we walked back into the house.
“We’ll sleep better if we rinse the chlorine off,” he said, and he tossed his robe aside, and we went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, and when it was nice and steamy, he removed my robe and led me inside. He positioned me so that the water was cascading over my shoulders and down across my chest, dripping off my breasts and flowing down between them to create a rivulet that ran down my stomach and through my pubic hair and flowing across my pussy lips. It felt so delicious.
He turned on another shower head and proceeded to rinse himself. I was fascinated by the way he roughly flopped around his dick and his sack as he moved them to let the water flow into the intimate crevices.
“You done?” he asked. When I nodded, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He held my hand for support as I stepped onto the cool tile floor. He reached up on a shelf and pulled down two massive towels. He wrapped one around me, and it went to the floor like a full-length mink coat, but twice as soft.
Marc dried himself vigorously while I watched his beautiful body, again intrigued by the rough treatment he seemed to give his intimate tool. I finally started moving and slowly dried myself. I caught him looking at me as I moved from one body part to another. Again, what had always been an intimate, private time for me was a comfortable, open moment in the fantasy cocoon that I occupied.
He opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle. “This is aloe and lanolin lotion. It is good for…, …er, …um, (now he was suddenly getting shy) skin irritation and friction?” The questioning tone was curious given what we had gone through.
I spread my legs and smiled at this thoughtfulness, indicating that he should do the honors. Marc smiled and poured a generous amount on his hand. He put one hand on my shoulder to stabilize me, and then he rubbed the cooling lotion across my mound with his fingers invading every fold of my lips to deliver the soothing balm. It was the cure for a condition that I didn’t know I had, (but of course, given what we had done all night, I should have) and I signed contentedly.
Marc wiped his hand on his towel. We walked to the bed, he held back the blankets so that I could climb in, and he followed me under the warm covers. He wrapped his arm around my midsection and pulled me in close as we spooned together. In moments, we were both asleep.
I woke still in Marc’s protective cocoon, his massive arm draped over me with his hand on my breast. Even half asleep, I felt the same possessed feeling that I had at the club. I wiggled my butt back into him. My top leg was reaching over my bottom leg, and I could feel the weight of that beautiful cock laying across my inner thigh. I was exhausted, warm, protected, and satisfied, and I drifted blissfully back to sleep.
I woke with sunlight streaming in the huge windows. Marc had rolled onto his back, releasing his hold on me. I carefully slid off the bed and looked back; I could see him in all his glory with his beautiful hair, muscled chest, chiseled legs, and that beautiful member lying across his lower abdomen.
I walked on the balls of my feet to the bathroom, did my quick business, cleaned myself on the bidet, and returned to the bedroom. I took a bottle of water from the fridge and sat in the dressing chair across the room admiring his sleeping body like it was a piece of art.
As I sipped my water, I noticed his dick starting to stir. First it began to slightly roll along his abdomen, then it began to swell noticeably. It continued to maneuver itself until it was lying across the tuft of pubic hair. Then, as it continued to inflate, it lifted off the tuft of hair pointing like the arm of a sculpted sundial.
I closed my water and padded over to get a closer look. I hadn’t seen it in the bright light of day, and I was fascinated with its color and texture. The head was prominent, and the shaft was thick and veiny. It was bobbing slightly with his heartbeat.
I started to lick my lips, and I realized, again, that I couldn’t deny my desire. I gently put my knee on the bed and climbed up beside him. I grabbed the base of his cock with my left hand, and the sunlight glinted off the diamond of my engagement ring. I pulled the shaft up to aim the head at my hungry lips, and I engulfed as much of that beautiful toy as I could in my yearning mouth.
I was engrossed with enjoying my morning treat when I felt Marc’s hand gather up my hair. He held it behind my neck so that he could see my morning veneration of the tool that had given me so much pleasure.
I looked at him, smiled around the thick shaft in my mouth, and batted my eyes provocatively. “What a beautiful way to wake up,” he said.
I swirled my tongue around the head and bobbed my head up and down while stroking the exposed shaft. He pushed back into the pile of pillows and groaned in appreciation.
Marc propped himself up on his elbow and swept the pillows off the bed. He reached over and grabbed my nearer thigh and pulled me around with my mouth rotating on his cock as I moved.
He gently lifted me and set me down with my knees on either side of his head. He then used his tongue to give me one firm lick starting at the folded hood at the top of my lips and ending with a flourish as he gave a strong lapping flick across the star of my asshole.
I thought I was in control, but his lips and tongue were sending waves of pleasure emanating from my core. I had given Marc the head start in the race to an orgasm, but his lips and tongue flickering around the folds of my nether regions were causing me to quickly close the gap.
It became a race to the O, with tongues flicking and teasing, lips sucking and nipping, and fingers strumming and stroking driving the machines forward. We both began to moan around the spasming obstructions blocking our mouths. Our abdominal muscles began to flex rhythmically, tilting our loins forward and back in an involuntary reaction to the pleasure we were feeling. The groans got deeper and more guttural as we moved ever closer to the goal.
All at once, my dam burst and I yelped, dropping his member from my mouth. Each exhale came as a cry of pleasure as my pussy spasmed and spasmed as Marc continued to lick and suck. My body jerked uncontrollably as I buried my head beside his erect member, nuzzling it with my cheek as his pubic hair tickled my chin. My body twitched as Marc slowed his ministrations, allowing me to slowly come down from my peak.
I snuggled up to his still-erect member, kissing his balls, the length of his shaft, and even the edge of that patch of hair.
As I regained my composure, I laughed, looked back at him, and said, “You bastard! I thought I had you that time! You’ve always let me cum first, and I wanted to give you a morning treat.”
His face beamed. “Oh, I had a treat. Do you know how amazing your butt looks from there? When your orgasm hit, I could watch the contractions from up close. It was like your ass was winking at me!”
I smacked him on the leg, and then I spun around and planted a huge kiss right on his mouth. I could smell and taste my juices smeared all over his face. I kissed and licked all around trying to lap up all the nectar found there. I realized that, where he was clean shaven last night, I few hours had brought a faint stubble across his chin.
I slid down his body until I felt the head of his still-erect penis press against my flowery lips. I spread my knees to open myself to him and slid down onto his pole.
“One thing. If I’m going to do this, I want you to finish in my mouth. I need to taste you!”
Marc smiled, “I’ll try, but you make me lose control.”
I braced my hands on his broad chest and began to undulate my hips, massaging his erect cock with the velvety walls of my pussy. He smiled at me appreciatively and put his hands on my hips to control the pace.
I continued rolling my hips, raking my clit across his pubic bone covered with that wiry hair and my G-spot along the ridge at the head of his organ. I came again, and my fluid bathed the base of his cock and ran down his balls. I struggled to maintain my pace; this one was about his pleasure.
My orgasm clearly excited him, as I felt him begin to twitch and grow within me. His hands from my hops to squeeze and fondle my tits. His movements urged me to increase the pace, so I rode him harder and faster.
I grabbed his face, pinching his cheeks together so that his mouth made an uncomfortable O. “Marc, you promised me you would cum in my mouth. Don’t let me down. Please let me know when you feel it.”
All Marc could do was nod enthusiastically.
I began rising on my hands pushing on his shoulders and letting my body just fall back down, driving his swelling cock deeper and deeper into my wet pussy. Over and over the smacking sound reverberated around the room as I crashed down, and there was a moist ‘slurp’ sound as I rose. My clit was smashing onto Marc’s pubic bone with each impact. We were both grunting with the effort — his hips trying to drive me up as my momentum tried to drive us both down.
Marc’s breathing began to get ragged, and I looked him in the eye, “Is it time?”
All he could do was nod his head with his eyes wide.
I leapt off him and scrambled to kneel between his legs. I pulled his dick up and clamped my lips around it, my tongue swirling on the sensitive underside. Marc groaned, and now it was his turn to flail his arm and grab the sheets. His eyes were clenched, his head was thrashing from side to side, and his hips began to buck uncontrollably. I held on to the base of his cock with my left hand just to keep him from forcing it too deep in my throat, but I never released the pressure of my tongue on the sensitive underside of his wonderful head.
All at once, Marc bellowed in ecstasy, lifting his hips with such force that it picked me up off the bed. I still never released his dick from my mouth. His hips bucked again, and I could feel the pulsing in my mouth. Suddenly, my mouth was flooded with his sweet, salty cum — one, two, three, four large spurts. I tried to swallow it all, but a little bit escaped from the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin, across my hand, and down to the base of his shaft.
As the pulsing of Marc’s penis subsided, I let it slide out of my mouth with a sucking ‘pop.’ This caused Marc to jump again. I looked up at him with a broad smile on my face.
“Oh, Linda! That was beautiful. You didn’t have to do that!”
“I told you; I wanted to.”
He said, “You’ve made a mess,” and pointed to my chin. We played the ‘your left or my left’ game until I figured out the position, then I used my right index finger to scoop the trail of semen into the corner of my mouth.
I let go of his cock and licked up the dribbles of cum around the base, and I popped the head back in my mouth to clean the last few drops from the tip as it continued to recede.
I then lapped the trail of cum off the knuckles of my left hand, out from between my fingers, and off the special bands on my ring finger. It was as yummy as any time I licked the beaters with chocolate cake batter when I was a kid.
Marc watched me with his head resting in his hands, making his biceps bulge, and smiled as I cleaned up the remnants of the treat that I had begged so hard to get.
“Don’t fill up. We still haven’t had breakfast.”
I replied, “Hey, if you’ve got more of that, I won’t need breakfast!” and I sucked his limp member back into my mouth.
He laughed out loud as he squirmed, “Hey, I think that well is dry for a while. We’d better get some nourishment.”
I let his dick pop out of my mouth again, and with my bottom lip sticking out and my arms crossed, I said, “Spoil sport,” in a mock pout.
Marc spun around on the bed, ending up on his knees in front of me. He pulled me up and gave me a full body hug with his arms caressing my back with my breasts pressed into his chest, and my arms around his neck. We shared a deep, long kiss that curled my toes again.
He lowered me to the bed and jumped off, padding out of the room with his cute butt wiggling as he walked. I jumped off and followed him like a well-fucked duckling.
“Let’s see what the chef left for breakfast,” he said as he started to search through the massive refrigerator. I just stood on the far side of the island watching him from the back as he moved containers around on the shelves.
“Let’s see, we have a broccoli and feta cheese frittata. That might be enough to feed both of us if we finish the fruit from last night. He also left some frozen yogurt smoothies and some fresh juice. Do you think we can make a breakfast out of that?”
“Well, I’m half full after the load you left in me,” I said with a wink in response to his shocked look, “so I don’t have much of an appetite.” Marc just shook his head at my cheekiness.
Still walking around stark naked with that beautiful member swinging in front of him as he moved, Marc warmed up the frittata, put juice and some water on the table, put out plates for the frittata and bowls for the fruit. He got us silverware and napkins, then brought the bowl of fruit and warmed frittata to the table.
Again, we ate naked, but this time the sun streamed through the window, warming our bodies and making everything under the glass tabletop even more visible. The sun also made everything illuminated visible to anyone outside as well.
We shared the food. The frittata was excellent, even after warming it up, and the fruit was cleansing and refreshing. Apparently, we were hungry, because neither of us said much while we were eating. Afterward, we sat sipping our juice and chatting about nothing in particular.
Just then I looked down to the cove of the lake below his house, and there were three boats tied up there. “Do you think they can see us?” I asked.
“If we can see them, they can see us,” was Marc’s matter-of-fact reply. I looked, and I could count the people on the deck and clearly see what they were wearing — I could definitely see them.
We finished our meal, and then we both padded around the kitchen putting away the leftovers and loading the plates and glasses into the dishwasher drawer. When I turned around, there were five boats in the cove.
“Would you like a smoothie? There’s blueberry and mango, I think?”
“No thank you,” was my reply. He pulled out a frozen cup and a spoon and padded into the living room.
Being naked, the leather furniture didn’t look appealing, so we sat on that soft, fluffy rug. Marc pulled an afghan off the back of the couch, and I wrapped it around my shoulders. I laid down to get as much of that decadent rug touching my skin, resting my head on Marc’s thigh. Marc just leaned against the sofa with his legs spread and that beautiful member hanging down with the head in the knap of the rug at just below my face level.
We chatted some more, again avoiding anything substantial, while Marc ate the smoothie. He periodically shared spoons full of the mango treat, and we laughed like teenagers in a soda shop.
Marc spooned the last of the smoothie into his mouth and sat the container on the end table.
Before he could speak, I jumped up and sat astride his lap and gave him another big kiss, biting his lower lip as I did. “That’s for taking the last bite of smoothie,” I teased.
“Hey, you said you were already full!” he said, using my earlier words against me.
We started making out like giggling teenagers — kissing and stroking each other and rubbing our bodies together in the joy of fresh sexual energy.
While Marc was nuzzling my neck, I opened my eyes and looked across the cove. While I couldn’t see the boats below, I could see that a group of people had gathered on the rocks above, and they all seemed to be looking our way.
“I think we’re drawing an audience,” I said through gasping breaths.
Marc raised his head and looked. “Then let’s give them a show,” he said, and dropped his mouth to suckle my erect nipple. I don’t know how there was any fuel left after the night and morning, but the fire was lit again.
“Please, Marc! I need you!”
“I don’t know if I have anything left,” he said.
I slithered back off his lap. With my ass in the air, I dropped my head down to lick all over his dick and down around his shaved sack. I lifted the head into my mouth and sucked with all I had. After a few moments, I could feel his member start to swell.
I raised to look at Marc and threw my arms up in triumph, “See, I’m a miracle worker!” and then I winked at him.
I dove back in for more, slobbering all over his shaft and bobbing my head up and down to get maximum effect.
Marc pulled me up and gave me a deep kiss. “Do you like the rug?” I nodded.
“Do you want to feel something amazing?” I nodded again with gusto.
He rolled over on his side in the soft deep pile putting his arm out. He pulled me in to spoon with him with my head using his massive bicep as a pillow. The soft knap of the rug caressed my side and tickled the side of my tit.
Marc reached down and raised my leg, placing it on his so that it would stay up without any effort. Then, he slowly entered my pussy from behind. The warmth of his skin across my back and the softness of the rug underneath me made it feel like I was fucking on a cloud.
That beautiful cock stroked slowly as Marc’s free hand reached around to caress my breasts and pull me in closer to his powerful body. His motions rocked me forward and back causing the soft shag to feather my breast and tease the side of my nipple. It was also tickling my side, my hip, and the back of my thigh as I moved; I had sensations all over my body.
I was luxuriating in the experience with my eyes half closed in bliss when Marc giggled. “It looks like we have fans!”
I opened my eyes. Now there was a small crowd on the rocks across the cove, and all of them were clearly looking our way.
As Marc continued to slide forward and back, I watched the people watching me from the far bank. As more people climbed to the viewing perch, someone would point directly at us, and then there would be high fives celebrating the impromptu sex show they had found.
Realizing I was being watched had an immediate physical effect. I moaned out loud, my nipples immediately jumped to full erection, and my pussy flooded with an extra surge of lubrication. As I got wetter, Marc’s cock began to make obscene squelching noises, adding to the sensory overload I was experiencing. Soon I could feel the wetness run down the back of my thigh leaving a cool, wet trail behind.
Marc put two fingers in my mouth, and I eagerly sucked them and slobbered on them. He rubbed his wet fingers on my nipples, and the cool sensation sent tingles through my body. He then moved his wet fingers down and started to just strum my clitoris. The sensations of the rhythmic ‘flick-flick — flick-flick — flick-flick’ sent me tumbling toward my next orgasm.
The thrill of being watched, the touch of the soft knap of the rug, the feel of his cock stroking across my G-spot, and his expert manipulation of my sensitive button sent me over the edge. This orgasm was warm and enveloping like a soft blanket wrapping around my whole body. One hand held tightly to Marc’s hand on my chest while the other pulled on his leg to try to pull him deeper into my pussy.
When I opened my eyes, Marc had slowed his pace to let me ride out the feelings, and the crowd across the way was clearly celebrating my climax.
I looked over my shoulder, “You didn’t cum yet, did you?”
“No, but I’m OK. I’m not sure I have another one in me,” he replied.
“We’re not giving up that easy.” I threw the soft afghan on the couch. Pulling him up, I commanded, “Sit there.”
Marc did as he was told. I pulled his hips forward and threw my leg over him with my ass facing him. I held his cock in position and lowered my pussy down onto it in one smooth motion. The aftereffects of my orgasm made my body twitch at the renewed sensations emanating from my loins.
I heard Marc say, “Nice view!”
“For you or for our audience?”
“Both!” was the reply.
I began to rise and fall on that wonderful organ, my body still twitching from my previous orgasm. Marc was massaging my back and my flanks. When his hands moved down to the globes of my ass, he could use his thumbs to tickle the star of my asshole while his fingers excited the sensitive nerve endings in my tingling skin.
I looked over my shoulder at Marc. He was staring intently at my ass. I looked down between my legs, and I could see the length of his shaft nearly completely exposed before being engulfed by my body again as I dropped down. It seemed inconceivable from that view that my petite body could completely take something that size.
I looked out the window, and the crowd on the rock had continued to grow, and they were watching us with rapt attention. My skin tingled with a previously unknown excitement at exhibiting my body.
I could feel another orgasm building, but this position didn’t provide enough stimulation on my clitoris. I shoved my hand in my mouth to get it wet, and I reached down to rub myself to provide the extra sensation I needed. I rarely masturbated myself, I think due to guilt from when I was a kid, and I certainly never masturbated in front of Jim, but here I was furiously rubbing my clit in front of a new lover that I met only a few hours ago and in front of a whole crowd of voyeuristic onlookers.
I rose and fell and rubbed and rubbed as the heat continued to build. Marc’s hands were lifting my butt to help me go up and then releasing me as I slammed down. It was only a matter of time before I succumbed to the sensations; my head jerked back with a yelp, then my pussy contracted and tried to pull my whole body with it. My head flew forward, my back arched as my abs contracted, and my thighs squeezed together locking Marc’s cock in my spasming pussy.
My body quivered as Marc’s strong hands steadied me on my perch. I stayed there stiff; almost paralyzed by the sensations for what seemed like forever. Eventuall, my legs relaxed and my feet slowly lowered back to the floor.
“Dammit! How do you do that?” I spun around and hugged him and kissed him. “No matter what I do, you always make me go faster than you do! That’s not the way it’s supposed to work with men and women.” We laughed and kissed, but his still-erect member was bobbing and slapping my lower back.
“What can we do for this guy?” I asked, playfully pushing my toy left and right.
“I don’t know there is anything we can do. I may just be done.”
“Come on, I need to feel you cum one more time before this is over. There must be something.”
Marc hesitated as if he needed to consider what he was saying. “There is something that I find exciting, but I don’t usually do it with people I care about. I kind of lose myself, and I’m not sure I want you to see me that way.”
“Marc, I want to give you this, and I need to feel you for as long as possible.”
I slid off his lap and took his penis in my mouth again. It had softened slightly as we talked, but it quickly reinflated in my mouth.
“What now, Marc?”
“Are you sure?” he asked with a look of concern on his face. “Yes,” I replied.
Marc stood and lifted me with him. He reached down and grabbed both cheeks of my ass and lifted me up.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” I complied immediately and held onto his neck for support.
Marc gently lowered me until the head of his cock pressed on my pussy lips. He lowered me slowly, with my pussy slowly consuming him as I went.
He looked at me seriously. “Now, when we get started, there will be a line I will cross. I turn into a different person. At that point, there won’t be any turning back. Are you ready?”
I nodded my head like a bull rider signaling the cowhands to open the gate. I didn’t know at the time how apt that analogy was.
Marc started by slowly lifting and lowering me on his pole. As it continued, I could feel his cock continue to fill me as he manipulated my body with seemingly no effort. I was clutching to his neck to support my upper body. I opened my eyes, and I was looking over his shoulder right at the crowd on the rock, and with us standing, I could see the people on the boats floating in the cove. All eyes were focused on Marc’s mansion.
Marc’s pace began to quicken, and the impacts stimulated me again causing warmth to grow in the depth of my belly.
Marc stopped for a moment. He walked over to a post between the windows, exposing us even more to the prying eyes outside.
He put his hands on the post behind me for support with his arms supporting me like parallel bars support a gymnast. “This is it. Are you sure you want this?”
“If it lets me experience another one of your orgasms, then, yes.”
“Ok, here goes.”
Marc closed his eyes and started to thrust forcefully, bouncing my body up with each impact. On and on he pounded, seemingly indifferent to my presence except as a receptacle for his driving cock. I realized it was the first time that Marc hadn’t been concerned about my pleasure. In this, I was only along for the ride. In spite of that, my pussy began to respond to the stimulation.
On and on he went, holding me as if I weighed nothing, using me as a human sex toy for his pleasure. ‘SMACK-SMACK-SMACK’ The sound echoed around the huge space, and I was sure that our voyeur friends could hear it. ‘BANG-BANG-BANG’ The onslaught continued.
My orgasm hit me as he continued to drive his cock into me over and over. My body wanted to spasm, but I felt like I was in a tempest, and I had to hang on for dear life.
My legs stayed clamped around his waist and my arms struggled to hang on to his neck as a sheen of sweat coated his sculpted body. The impact of his thrusts picked me up and let me reset my grip on his body with each stroke.
Once my orgasm started, my body continued to spasm. In a bed I would have tapped out as the sensations became overwhelming, but I was on a runaway beast over which I had no control.
I was screaming and yelping incoherently as my body succumbed to Marc’s erotic attack.
When I thought I might pass out, Marc suddenly opened his eyes, and they seemed to look right through me. His face was animalistic and untamed — gone was any visage of the gentle lover I had experienced since last night.
His pace quickened again, and I could see control draining from his body. After about five hard, deep strokes slammed into my sensitive mound, Marc bellowed, “RRROOOWWWRRRNNNNGGGHHH!” a sound more like a bear than a human. His cock pulsed so strongly in my pussy that I thought it would explode, and I was flooded with his gift of warm cream.
We slowly crumpled to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs in the aftermath of his tremendous orgasm. His breath came in gasps and whimpers as he tried to recover from the effort he gave to support us both. I kissed his face gently as his respiration slowed.
“Are you OK?” he asked. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m fine. You were wonderful,” I replied, kissing him.
Content at that answer, he put his head on my shoulder and was silent for a few minutes.
When he had recovered sufficiently, he looked up at my face and we kissed long and gently, but passionately.
I looked him in the eye. “Marc, the fantasy is wonderful, but you know it has to end.”
“I know,” he said quietly, as he kissed me again.
My heart was caught in this temporary world, but my mind began to transition back to reality. As wonderful as this time had been, there was no long-term future for us. The difference in our ages and the fact that I had a family complicated things. But, in the end, he was a young man still sowing his oats, and I could never satisfy his need to dominate older women with his charm, gentleness, and generosity nor his need to compete with other men for their affections. I also knew there was never going to be a next time.
I buried my head in his chest and wept openly, mourning the loss of something so short but so intense, my sobs shaking my body as he held me close and stroked my hair.
When I began to slow down, Marc gently hooked his finger under my chin and raised my eyes to his. “Come on, pretty lady. You’re a mess.”
He gently picked me up and carried me through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He lowered me allowing me to stand. As he started the shower, I looked in the mirror. He was right, I was a mess. My hair was wild, my eyes were red and puffy, and my nose was running. I had no makeup left from the careful face I had created for my date with my husband the night before. There were red splotches across my chest from the sexual excitement, and red marks scattered all around my body from hanging on to him like a baby marmoset in a hurricane as he pummeled my pussy in the living room.
Marc gently pulled me into the shower. The warm water felt cleansing and liberating. Marc squeezed shower gel onto a soft scrubber and started with my back, working patiently down from my neck in a gentle, circular pattern to clean every inch of my exposed skin.
He turned me around, and as the water rinsed my back, he started at my throat, washing along my shoulders, across my breasts, down my stomach, between my legs, and along my thighs and calves. His touch was gentle, and we both knew there was nothing sexual left in our interaction.
He turned me again to let the water rinse the soap off the front of my body.
“Here’s some shampoo and conditioner,” he said. I’ll get out and let you finish yourself. There’s a towel for you right on the sink.” With that, I felt a cool draft as he opened the door and stepped out, and I lost him in the fog on the glass door as he walked away.
I put my head under the water, and I washed my face. I lathered my hair, and I had time to think while I let the conditioner soak in. I gave myself a final rinse and turned off the shower. The end of the soothing flow of water felt like a metaphor for the end of my sojourn from my real life.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in the huge towel. I ruffled my hair to dry it. On the counter Marc had left a brush and a blow dryer. Luckily, I wore my hair straight with its natural wave, so fixing my hair was easy. Even going out I wore light makeup, and I hardly ever wore makeup on other days, so I hoped that my face would be presentable as is.
I sat on the bidet and let the warm water run across and through my lips for a long time, trying to wash away the evidence of our coupling. I checked the mirror, and most of the red marks on my body had faded after the shower.
Marc came back into the bathroom wearing a pair of loose cotton running pants. He picked up the bottle of aloe lotion and tipped it toward me with a clear question on his face. I nodded. He squeezed some into the palm of his hand, and him rubbing the cool gel across my raw petals was the last intimate contact we would have.
Marc had gathered as much of my clothes as he could find and placed them on the bed. My panties were missing, and my dress was wrinkled from laying in a pile overnight. We looked around and found my thong under the far edge of the bed (how did it get there?), and while I began to get dressed, Marc took my dress into the bathroom to steam out what wrinkles he could.
I was in my bra and panties when he came back out, and my dress looked surprisingly presentable. He helped me zip, and then kneeled in front of me to put on my shoes and gently buckle each strap around my ankle.
Marc walked into the closet and shortly came out wearing a custom track suit and sneakers.
“Let me go get the car,” he said.
He walked away leaving me sitting on the bed, looking around the room and remembering all that had gone on since yesterday. The memories flooded through my brain like a runaway movie, seeming both familiar and somehow foreign and far away.
I got up and walked into the living room. The sun was high in the sky, and the collection of boats in the cove had dispersed. I crossed the rug, and about the time I got to the marble in the entryway, Marc came in through the front door.
“You ready?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
He crooked his elbow to escort me to the car. Parked in the circle was a small Cadillac SUV. “It’s less showy than the Porsche in the daytime,” Marc explained.
He opened the passenger door and used his arm to steady me as I lifted myself into the leather seat. He gently closed the door. He walked around the front of the car, looking every bit as scrumptious as he had last night, and effortlessly slid into the driver’s seat.
“Where to?” he asked. I gave him my address, and he programmed it into the car’s navigation system.
Marc silently drove as I gathered my thoughts.
I felt like I could make choices again, as if he’d released me or something.
At all times Marc was a gentleman. He treated me both generously and gently throughout our time together (except for the wild encounter at the end, and I had asked for that). At no time did I feel pressured or used. Now, one might argue that Marc was less than gentlemanly in the treatment of Jim, whisking me away from what was supposed to be a special night between a husband and wife, but, once Marc asked me to dance, it was a transaction that was only about the two of us. Both in the moment when the decision was made and throughout our several hours together, it was intensely personal, and everything else was peripheral.
While I was sure that I deserved one night of adventure, I was equally sure that Jim didn’t deserve the pain that he went through for me to get it. I had to find some way to make that up to him.
I understood that there would be ripple effects. As a married woman, I thought those waves would crash harder on my shore than anywhere else. I hoped that Jim could forgive, or at least accept and move on, if not for me, then for Emma and Tommy. I needed to try to keep their lives intact, and that would give me time to convince Jim that our relationship also was intact, no matter how hurt he might be in the short term, and that our best future was together.
The hours had exposed an unabashed sexual being hidden behind the façade of a conservative suburban wife and mother. Pandora’s box had been opened; Now I needed to figure out how to use what had been released to Jim’s benefit — to be a better wife and better lover for him.
I knew I would probably have to confess part of what I did in the name of rebuilding honesty and respect, but I also couldn’t let Jim know how amazing it was as an experience or how much I drove the events.
In the end, I decided that I needed to act as if I was confident that everything would be OK, so that Jim would be more likely to follow my lead.
Marc turned the SUV onto our street. I was so engrossed in my own thoughts that the drive seemed to take no time at all. “It’s the two-story with the black mailbox on the white post,” I said, pointing out our driveway.
Marc pulled in and stopped the car. “Are you going to be OK?”
“Yeah. Jim probably is angry, but he isn’t a violent person. I have to deal with it sometime.”
Marc leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. “Thank you, Linda.”
“Thank you, Marc. I’ll never forget last night.”
I opened the door to get out. Marc also stepped out, “I’ll be here to make sure you get inside OK.” Gentlemanly to the end.
I walked up to the door standing as tall as I could. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and strode into the house as confidently as I could.
“Jim? Jim, I’m home!” I called out. I tried to sound just like I always did when I came home from running errands. I closed the front door and turned on a light. “It’s still just me, the same old me as always. There’s nothing different; nothing has changed. My love for you is just the same as it was yesterday.”