Dianna’s Awakening

I peered out the kitchen window watching Paul finish cutting the lawn, which he does faithfully every Saturday morning. It was three days since I’d met the man that I hoped would become my lover. Jerry had promised me that he would call me to set up our second date, but he apparently was going to break that promise. I’m somewhat disappointed because after the incredible sex we’d shared on Wednesday night, I honestly expected him to call. I’ve received more than a dozen new inquires on the Swingers web site but decided not to reply to them since I expected Jerry to contact me again. I was beginning to think that perhaps I should move on.

Paul finished cleaning up the mower and walked into the kitchen from the garage. His tee-shirt was wet with perspiration, and he looked overheated.

“Can I get you a cold drink?” I asked.

He wiped his brow with a paper towel as he replied, “That would be great.”

I filled a large tumbler with ice then poured freshly brewed tea over it nearly to the top. Paul sat down at the kitchen table, and I handed his drink to him. Living with the same man for all these years, I knew that he would gulp the entire tumbler to quench his thirst, so I stood by his side, holding the pitcher of tea until he set the empty glass down. “Thanks, Hun,” Paul said as I refilled his drink.

“It must be pretty hot out there,” I mentioned as I sat down across the table from him.

He replied, “Smokin, I could have started earlier, but then the grass is still wet, and it clogs up the mower.”

Paul took another large gulp of his tea then asked, “Have you heard from what’s his name?”

I couldn’t recall if I told Paul his name, so I answered, “His name is Jerry, and no, I haven’t heard from him even though he said he’d be in touch.”

Paul seemed to want to pry as he asked, “Have you snuck out during the day to fuck any other men?”

His question angered me a little, so I sternly replied, “No, Paul, but I could have.”

He smiled at me and asked, “You’ve gotten more offers for a quick suck and fuck?”

As Paul continued, I grew even madder. “I’ve received several inquiries since Wednesday, and no, I haven’t replied to any of them.”

“Let me guess, you’re waiting for Jerry to contact you again,” Paul remarked, his tone of voice somewhat sarcastic.

“Perhaps, but I’m considering other options,” I answered.

Paul laughed then said, “Other options? What other options besides meeting strange men for casual sex are there?”

I got up from the table and poured myself a glass of tea then sat down beside him. It was clear that he had a one-track mind on how the swinger lifestyle works. In his narrow-minded conception, a man would contact a woman trying to elicit casual sex, and if the woman agreed, a meeting was arranged so they could fuck. I decided to fill him in on some of the other possibilities.

“One possible option would be to attend a meet and greet where like-minded individuals gather at a local pub or a hotel ballroom to mingle and get to know lots of people,” I explained.

Paul wanted to demean my choice to join the swinger’s community as often as possible and replied, “So it’s like an organized meat market, pick your favorite cut and get a room to fuck.”

“Why do you always have to speak so nasty about all this?” I questioned.

He laughed and answered, “Cause in my mind, it’s not only nasty but also very wrong.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll think this possibility is very nasty. I could choose to attend a private party where a swinging couple opens their home to invited guests. There’re usually more men than women at these parties. At first, everyone is together drinking, dancing, and just getting to know each other, but as the night progresses, people pair up and head off to a bedroom.” I said.

He grinned and said, “Sounds like an invitation-only meet and greet.”

“Yes, but at these parties, once a couple finishes, the man leaves, and the woman remains in the bedroom. The first man sends in the next one interested in being with that woman, so basically, she gets to enjoy as many cocks as she wants.” I explained.

I had to assume the mental image of me on a bed waiting for a series of men to walk in with one, and only one thing on his mind excited Paul a little because he answered. “That’s perfect for you, Dianna, one strange cock after another filling every and any hole they want.”

I smiled at him and answered, “I have to admit that’s something I’m planning on trying soon.”

“Anything else?” Paul asked, seemingly amazed at the nearly endless variety of ways that I could pleasure myself.

I saved the best for last and said, “You know how much I love sucking rock-hard cock.”

“You’ve made that abundantly clear lately,” Paul responded.

I continued, “Well, I was in a chat room the other day, and the conversation was about glory holes. If you’re interested in anonymous oral sex, a glory hole is perfect for you.”

“Where do you find these glory holes,” Paul asked.

I smiled at him and answered, “Porn shops mostly, they have video booths to watch porn movies and someone drills three or four-inch holes in the sidewalls between the booths. Anyone who wants to suck cock with no interaction except the actual hard cock goes inside, then men who want their cock sucked line up and one after another stick their erection through the glory hole. Some of the people in the chat room admitted to sucking off a couple of dozen men in one extra-long glory hole session.”

Paul laughed and said, “I suppose you’re planning on finding a glory hole?”

I just grinned and replied, “As soon as possible.”

“You know Dianna if someone had asked me a month ago if I thought my wife would go into a porn shop so she could suck off any cock that appeared through one of these holes I would have told them they were crazy,” Paul commented.

I giggled and answered, “I may be crazy, but the idea excites me.”

Paul finished his drink and stood up as he walked to the counter he said, “All this talk of having multiple men fucking every hole you can offer, and taking a couple of dozen cum loads in your mouth through a glory hole has me all horny. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to give your old hubby a quick blow job, would you?”

He wasn’t the only one who got turned on by the conversation, and I suggested, “If my old hubby takes a shower and asks me nicely, I’d be happy to swallow his load.”

Paul bolted for the stairs, and shortly after that, I heard the shower running. I haven’t enjoyed a cock since I was with Jerry; to be honest, even though Paul wouldn’t come close to satisfying me, I could at least savor the taste of his creamy thick cum load.

I gave him enough time to wash the coating of sweat off his body, then slowly headed upstairs. He was sitting in bed, his back against the headboard a towel wrapped around his waist when I stepped through the doorway. Since Jerry had convinced me to be open about my body and what I saw as its flaws, I decided to do something that would heighten Paul’s anticipation of what was about to happen. I slowly pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it aside, reaching between my tits I undid the clasp of my bra and let the cups fall from my body giving him a view of my pink nipples and slightly darker areola. It was a view of my naked chest he’d only enjoyed a couple of times before.

“You’ve got such cute titties,” Paul said while he stared at my breasts.

Encouraged by his compliment, I smiled and slid my hands to the clasp that held my shorts tightly around my waist. Paul’s smile and eyes widened as I undid the clasp and wiggled my hips out of my shorts, letting them fall to the carpet around my feet.

As I slowly walked toward the foot of the bed, I was amazed by how he looked at me. Even though we’ve been married for years, the look of total lust on his face was something I don’t ever recall seeing before.

I stopped with my knees touching the edge of our mattress. Paul still wide-eyed said, Dianna, I can’t remember seeing you this naked.”

“Does my body turn you on?” I asked, hoping for an answer that would make me smile.

Paul smiled and said, “What do you think?” He hooked a finger inside the towel and flipped it off his body.

His cock was erect standing proudly from his loins. I smiled and said, “I guess that answers my question.”

As he used a finger and his thumb to wave his hard cock at me, he said, “I’d love to have you crawl up here and give me a slow, comfortable blow job.”

I bent at the waist and slipped my panties down my legs, after stepping out of the plain white cotton garment I straightened up and let him stare at my neatly trimmed pubic mound.

“Oh my god, Dianna,” Paul said in reaction to seeing me completely naked and in broad daylight.

As I crawled toward him, I asked, “After I’ve swallowed every drop of your creamy thick cum load, would you like to have me sit on your face so you and eat this sweet tasting pussy?”

“Jesus Christ, Dianna, what’s gotten into you?” Paul asked.

As I reached to pull the towel entirely off his legs, I said, “I’ve be awakened to my sensuality.”

His eyes stayed focused on mine as I dipped my head and slowly licked around his balls using my flattened tongue to moisten them. Then, I used the tip to trace along the urethra until I reached his frenulum flicking at that most sensitive spot repeatedly. Paul’s throaty moan was signaling I pleased him immensely.

“That feels so fuckin’ good,” Paul said as I continued my snake-like flicking at his frenulum.

I’ve sucked my husband off countless times since our wedding day, always with the intent of making him climax and coat my mouth with his thick creamy sauce, but this blowjob was different. I intended to tease him, kissing licking and gently sucking every part of his tiny prick.

I extended my tongue, slowly ran it around the circumference of his corona, and was rewarded with a tiny drop of pre-cum that oozed from the opening of his urethra. I quickly flicked the tip of my tongue at it tasting his juice.

“Damn, Dianna, I love how you’re teasing my cock,” Paul said as I continued kissing and licking his cock.

Every time my tongue touched it, his cock twitched almost involuntary. I looked up at him and said, “If you want me to take it in my mouth, you’ll have to ask nicely.”

He instantly replied, “Please, for the love of God, put your mouth on it.”

I thought about making him beg me to surround his tiny cock with my moist warm mouth but decided instead to wait and have him plead for me to make him cum. I lowered my head, pursed my lips kissing the very tip before opening my mouth, and let his cock head slip between my soft, moist lips. In a moment, my lips pressed against his pubic mound, and I extended my tongue over my lip to gently caress his scrotum.

Paul moaned softly as I began sucking his cock head and reached out, placing one hand on the back of my head.

Normally at this point, I would begin to concentrate on bringing him to orgasm, but with my new found sensuality, I wanted to show him that oral sex is something besides just having him fill my mouth with his thick, creamy sperm.

I lifted my mouth off his tiny cock and let a string of saliva stretch from my tongue to the tip of his cock. Paul sensed my change of technique and removed his hand from my head. As I moved my open mouth toward him, I slurped the string back inside then again pressed my lips against his curly patch of pubic hair.

“Fuck yeah!” Paul exclaimed as my tongue swirled around his cock head.

Even though his cock had no chance of reaching the back of my mouth, the change in how I sucked him caused my saliva glands into overdrive, filling my mouth with spit. I bobbed up and down on his rock-hard cock for several moments, my lips held tightly together, then letting his throbbing cock slip from my mouth. I looked up at him, grinned, then spat at his cock, covering it entirely with my saliva. For the first time in recent memory, I was enjoying giving my husband head.

As I licked and sucked his pulsing cock, I occasionally looked up into his eyes, not only to confirm that he was enjoying my blowjob but also for the clear signs that my oral talent was bringing him closer to orgasm. I used my lips to caress his frenulum softly, then licked his smooth corona before surrounded his cock head with the warm moist flesh inside my mouth, sucking gently but drawing my cheeks in to pleasure him.

At one point, when I glanced up at him, Paul smiled and said, “You’ve never sucked me like this before.”

“You like my new-found sensuality?” I asked.

As I took him back in my mouth, Paul moaned and replied, “I love it.”

I love my husband deeply and knowing that after all the years of our marriage, I could still please him made me feel very sexy. I also knew that by pleasuring him this way, he would continue to show support of my on-going plans to satisfy my fantasies of pleasing myself with another man’s big hard cock.

I again let his tiny rock-hard cock slip from my mouth, with my lips touching the underside I asked, “Are you ready to cum?”

“Yes!” Paul exclaimed.

I kissed his cock head and opened my mouth so I could hold him inside as he came.

“But today I want to watch as my cock shoots its load,” Paul said before I could engulf his throbbing cock in my mouth.

Before this, when my husband’s cock erupted, it was always held between my lips, his balls pumping my mouth full of rich, thick semen. I supposed that I wasn’t the only one with sexual fantasies. I began licking his frenulum with the tip of my tongue while I used my index finger and thumb to stroke the length of his short cock shaft.

“Do you want to give me a cum facial?” I asked.

His eyes fixed on my face, and his lustful stare should have provided the answer to my obvious question, but Paul answered, “Yes, I want to coat your sexy face with my load.”

I licked at his cock head a little faster, and my fingers stroked his shaft with an ever-increasing pace. I want to feel his hot load paste my face, I wanted to taste his sweet cum as it dribbled onto my tongue. I wanted to become, at least for the moment, his cum slut.

Unknowingly in his own way, Paul had turned the tables on me. I would be begging him to cum, pleading for him to coat my face, paste my eyes shut with his impressive load of creamy, thick searing hot cum.

“Please cum for me, Paul, make me your cock sucking cum slut,” I begged.

I continued stroking his shaft with my fingertips, flicking the tip of my tongue against his frenulum until his eyes widened, signaling that his balls were about to explode.

“I’m begging you, Paul, shoot that awesome cum load all over my face,” I pleaded.

“Arrgh,” he screeched as a stream of pre-cum shot from his cock. It splashed down over his cock head and my fingers.

“FUCK!” he bellowed as the full force of his orgasm slammed into him. A thick wad of white-hot cum shot out and coated one side of my nose, followed almost instantaneously by the tsunami of cum that normally filled my mouth completely.

By the time his balls were empty, I was covered with his sticky seed. My nose, cheeks, and lips glistened with cum as well as my fingers and his pubic mound. I began the arduous task of licking and slurping his impressive cum load into my mouth as his tiny prick shrank to almost nothing. As always, his cum tasted incredible. As I swallow the thick wads I’d recovered, I was reminded what it felt like on Wednesday night when Jerry had exploded deep in my throat, sending his cum shot directly into my stomach.

As I finished cleaning his loins, I expected that Paul would slide down and let me crawl up over him to sit on his face as I’d suggested earlier, but to my disappointment when I rose from his crotch, I found my husband fast asleep. True to form, Paul had blown his load and drifted off into a satisfied nab.

I slipped to his side, laid down, and as I fingered myself through several orgasms, I imagined myself visiting a porn shop and satisfying every rock-hard cock offered through a glory hole, a fantasy that I would experience as soon as possible.

While he slept, I sat down at my computer and replied to several inquiries I’d received on the web site, figuring that Jerry wouldn’t be getting in touch for another meeting I decided to move on. About two hours later, Paul entered the room, “Sorry about that, Dianna,” he said.

“No big deal, as usual, I satisfied myself,” I replied somewhat sarcastically.

He walked to where I was sitting, placed his hands on my shoulders, and said, “That was the most incredible blowjob you’ve ever given me. Do you want to go back and pick up where we left off?”

“What’s the point? I’d rather find satisfaction elsewhere,” I answered.

His hands slid off my shoulders, and as he walked away, he said, “Perhaps that’s for the best.”

That comment led me to believe that he’d accepted defeat and that no matter what he did, I would continue to seek gratification for my sexual desires outside our home. I had sent a reply to a member whose name was Your Pleasure; the only photo in his profile was a face shot. He wasn’t extraordinarily handsome, but something about his eyes intrigued me, dark and mystical I could imagine those eyes staring at me as his cock pummeled my wet cunt.

Your Pleasure was apparently on line when I replied because I received a reply which brought a smile to my lips. He wrote, “Lady Di; I’m so glad you got back to me. I was hoping to see a photo attached, but I know that discretion is sometimes best. I’ll tell you more about myself and how I came to join Swingers Unlimited. I have been married, somewhat unhappily, for fourteen years. My wife is somewhat of a prude and only enjoys sexual intercourse in the missionary position. The idea of oral or anal sex disgusts her. Without her knowledge, I decided a few months ago to find a more open-minded lady that wants and provides the satisfaction missing in my life. Because I’m doing this without her knowledge, discretion is, of course, utmost in my thoughts. I have discovered that many ladies on this site shy away from becoming involved with men who are married where the spouse isn’t like-minded, so I haven’t met with very many members. I would understand completely if you also wouldn’t want this kind of arrangement. I’ve attached a more intimate photo of myself in hopes that it may peak your interest. I truly hope you’ll get back to me so we can talk about a possible meeting. Thanks, Your Pleasure.”

I clicked on the icon of his photo as I thought about having an illicit affair with a married man. The picture was a selfie he’d taken with his phone of his reflection in a mirror. Your Pleasure appeared to be middle-aged and for lack of a better term somewhat paunchy. The phone covered his face, but this more intimate image clearly showed his erect cock, which of course, was what I was most interested in. I estimated it to be seven or eight inches in length, circumcised with a bulbous mushroom-shaped head. A cock that certainly would tickly my throat and reach the depths of my loins. After creating a subfolder titled YP and saving both photos, I clicked on reply.

I wrote, “Your Pleasure, thank you for replying to me. I do apologize for not having a photo of myself to share. Like you, I am also married and joined SU for the same reason; my husband is unable to satisfy my desires completely, so I understand and agree with your reasoning to join the site. I agree that discretion is of utmost importance. With that in mind, I’m wondering if you would be able to meet with me tomorrow afternoon to talk and see if I’m someone you’d enjoy spending time with? Unlike your wife, I especially enjoy giving and receiving oral stimulation, and I’m totally open to the idea of anal sex even though I’m not well experienced. I enjoyed your intimate photo and look forward to having someone take some of me with my phone so that I can share it with other members. If you’re still interested, I would be available after one o’clock for our first meeting. Yours Lady Di.” I clicked send and sat back in my chair, wondering if he was still online.

A short while later, my new mail icon popped up, and of course, I instantly click on my inbox, which contained his reply.

Your Pleasure wrote, “Lady Di, I’m so excited about meeting you tomorrow afternoon. To be honest, I expected you might want to exchange messages here a few times before we met, but a face to face meeting is so much better. If you want, I’d be happy to take some photos of you with your phone. Since I’m fairly well known in the community, a meeting in a public place could be a problem for discretion, so I’d suggest that I get us a room. Do you know the Frontier Motel on route 12? I can be there about twelve-thirty pay for the room and send you a text message with the room number. I hope this is okay with you. Thanks, Stephen.”

Paul has a standing tee time to play golf with three of his buddies every Sunday afternoon, so I knew that Stephen and I would have all afternoon to get to know each other. I shouldn’t assume that meeting him for the first time in a motel room would lead to sex even though I hoped it would. It has been four days since I met Jerry; to be honest, I was craving a big hard cock inside me again.

I clicked on reply and typed, “Stephan, I have no problem with meeting privately tomorrow. I know the Frontier, and I’ll wear something extra sexy so you can take some photos for me. I’m already feeling very excited about seeing you. Thanks, Dianna.” I clicked send but instantly realized I hadn’t given him my cell number and sent a second message with my number.

I opened his intimate photo again, sat back in my chair, and studied the image. Even though the reflected image wasn’t all that clear, I could tell that his bulbous mushroom shaped cock head would feel wonderful sliding over my lips, tongue and into my moist throat. Since he’d admitted that his wife finds oral sex distasteful, I knew that tomorrow afternoon, I’d be pleasuring him with my mouth, and to be honest; I was looking forward to having his full cock head pierce my sphincter and sink deep inside my asshole. I smiled, thinking that perhaps Stephan would become the man who could satisfy my desires often.

Paul was sitting in the family room, reading the newspaper when I finally went downstairs. I poured myself a glass of ice tea and joined him but didn’t speak.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” He finally said.

I glanced at him, half-smiled, and replied, “It’s no big deal I’m accustomed to providing for myself.”

“I was kinda tired after mowing the lawn, and after the way you got me off, I just relaxed and dozed off,” He said, trying to make an excuse for not returning the favor.

I laughed and replied, “That’s funny because you sure as hell didn’t look relaxed while you painted my face with cum.”

He turned toward me and said, “If you’d like, we can go to bed early and.”

“That’s not gonna happen, Paul. You had your chance to taste my sweet pussy and blew it,” I interrupted.

I guess my comment pissed him off some because he said, “I suppose that sometime next week, you’ll be finding a glory hole and sucking off any cock that comes along.”

“That is a distinct possibility,” I instantly shot back.

His anger grew as he replied, “You’re turning into quite a little cum slut Dianna.”

I just smiled at him, which pissed him off even more.

“I’m going to bed,” he said as he got up and left me alone in the family room.

I turned on the television, but my mind was focused on my Sunday afternoon tryst with Stephen. I had promised to wear something sexy so he could take pictures. The problem is that I don’t have any sexy lingerie. In my mind, white cotton panties and bras don’t qualify as sexy lingerie. Unlike my first encounter with Jerry when we met in a public place tomorrow, I’d have the opportunity to appear more sensual, giving Stephen something to lock in his memory for hopefully a very long time. Next week I’d have to shop for more enticing lingerie, but for tomorrow I decided to go naked under my outfit, hoping that wow factor would impress him. Since I was expecting that if we did have sex, it would include anal, so I made a mental note to stop at the drug store and purchase some anal lube.

Paul was still awake when I entered our bedroom, apparently finishing the newspaper instead of going to sleep.

He glanced up from his paper and said, “I got a call from Steve, something has come up, and he can’t make our tee time tomorrow.”

It couldn’t be I instantly thought the Stephen I was planning on fucking tomorrow couldn’t be the Steve that plays golf every Sunday with my husband.

“That’s a shame, Paul,” I replied.

“It must be something special, Steve hasn’t missed a round all summer,” Paul said.

I resisted smiling as I thought the something special was me.

I changed into my best don’t touch me PJ’s and crawled into bed facing away and as far from him as possible. I’d have to talk with Stephen about his golf buddies tomorrow without letting him know that one of his foursome is my husband. I drifted off to sleep, wondering if the fact that he might know Paul would hamper our plans and decided to bring up the subject after we fucked.

I woke Sunday morning alone, a stream of bright sunlight streaked across the room, signaling that weather wouldn’t change Paul’s plans. I slipped on my bathrobe and descended the stairs finding Paul already dress and fiddling with his golf clubs in the kitchen.

As I poured myself a glass of orange juice, he said, “I’m gonna leave early so I can spend some time on the practice green before we tee off and try to find a fourth to take Steve’s place. What are your plans for today?”

I leaned against the counter and replied, “I’ll probably just pitter around the house, do some laundry and spend some time at my computer.”

Lying to him about my extra-marital activities wasn’t something I was planning on when I started, but until I knew for sure that Stephen was Paul’s golfing buddy, I didn’t want him to know I was planning on meeting another man today.

Twenty minutes later, Paul got up and said, “I’m gonna head out.” He tried to kiss me on the mouth, but I turned my head, causing his lips to land on my cheek.

“I guess I’ll see you around six?” I asked, knowing that if true to form, he and his buddies would stop for a couple of beers after golfing.

“Yes, if I can find a fourth to take Steve’s place,” Paul answered as he headed for the garage.

I waited until I was sure he’d backed out of the driveway and headed for the golf course. It was nine-thirty when I headed for the bathroom to shower and begin preparations for my rendezvous with Stephen.

Since I had decided to forgo panties and a bra, I went to my closet and picked out a dark blue pleated skirt that wasn’t overly short, knowing that I would be able to entice Stephen by hiking the skirt up to reveal my naked loins. I compliment the dark color of my skirt with a white cotton blouse that buttoned up the front. Before arriving at the motel, I could choose how many buttons I’d undo.

I showered and shampooed my hair. Then, I slipped my bathrobe back on and sat down at my make-up table to do my hair. After blow-drying and curling my shoulder-length auburn locks, I brushed it out into a wavy sultry look, a spritz of hair spray ensured that my hot look would hold at least until Stephen and I hopefully got into the heated part of our meeting. I applied a lavender shade of eyeshadow, which highlights my green eyes quite nicely, and to enhance my eyes further, I used a dark shade of mascara to lengthen my lashes.

Since I was confident he would be taking pictures of me later, I took the time to apply foundation and a subtle shade of blush to hide my imperfections. I finished with a slightly lighter shade of lavender lipstick and sealed it with a shiny coat of clear gloss. Studying my reflection in the mirror, I was satisfied that this look would entice him and provide me with excellent photos to use on Swinger’s Unlimited.

I slipped on my highest black heels and walked to the full-length mirror mounted on the bathroom door to survey how I would look after taking off my skirt and blouse. As my bathrobe slid off my shoulders, I was pleasantly surprised, and my appearance was that of a sultry middle-aged woman who knows what she wants and how to get it from the man she’s seducing. Gone were the concerns of my somewhat droopy breasts and the slightest of a belly; instead, I concentrated on how my high heels accentuated my shapely legs and the sensuous appearance of my hair and face. I pirouetted on my heels looked over my shoulder, from behind my legs, and ass almost screamed ass fuck me bringing a broad smile to my lips. My second lover was in for a real treat. I now had the confidence to act on my desires and couldn’t wait to see his reaction once we were alone in the room.

The white cotton blouse didn’t reveal the shape of my braless chest except for the tiny twin points where my nipples touched the fabric, but I was confident that as my sexual arousal increased, those tiny points would become more noticeable. Since I was planning on making a stop at the pharmacy, I buttoned the blouse all the way up. Stepping into the dark blue pleated skirt, I carefully tucked my blouse in smoothing the fabric over my hips then pulled the zipper up in back, snugging the skirt around my waist. Surveying my appearance in the mirror, I liked the way my nipples poked at the cotton fabric of my blouse and the way the pleated skirt enhanced my legs as I stepped toward the mirror. I turned around and began bending over at the waist; it wasn’t until my hands were nearly at my ankles that the skirt rose up enough to reveal my labia’s naked lips.

I smiled, knowing that unless he was totally brain dead, Stephen wouldn’t be able to resist my planned seduction. I placed what make-up I thought I might need, and my cell phone in my purse then headed downstairs it was almost eleven-forty-five, so I grabbed my keys and headed for the garage. The drive to the Frontier Motel would take at least half an hour, and I still needed to make a quick stop at the pharmacy.

It’s amazing how many sexual necessities are offered at one of the big chain store pharmacies. I spent some time looking at their supply of over the counter erectile disfunction supplements, an almost endless offering of condoms in every color and texture and finally the myriad of massage oils and anal lubes some claiming to heighten the users’ sensations and many offering tasty flavors. I choose a small bottle of strawberry-scented anal lube. So, it would be evident that I was buying just the lube I picked up a couple of other items before heading to the cashier’s location.

As I walked toward my minivan, my text message alert sounded as planned Stephen was sending the room number. “I’m in room 25, can’t wait to meet you!”

Twenty minutes later, I turned into the parking lot of the Frontier Motel. Those butterflies of anticipation had again crept into my stomach, something I figured would happen every time I met a new lover. The parking lot was fairly empty, only a couple of cars parked in front of rooms, and I quickly found room twenty-five. I sat there for a moment thinking about the man waiting inside, would he find me attractive, would he be sexually attracted to me, would my plan to seduce him on our first date shock or please him. I undid the top three buttons of my blouse, slipped the bottle of strawberry flavored anal lube into my purse, and slid out of the seat. I was about to find out the answers to those questions and perhaps a few more.

I knocked lightly on the door but found it had been left slightly ajar, so I pushed it open and stepped inside, closing and locking it behind me. Stephen was standing across the room in the doorway to the bathroom it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room, but as they did, I notice he was wearing a pair of jeans and a button-down pale blue shirt.

He was first to speak, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dianna.”

I smiled as I walked toward him, placed my purse on the bed, and replied, “I’m very excited about meeting you, Stephan.”

As I neared him, I stretched my arms to hug him, but his hands caught mine and held me at bay as he said, “You look gorgeous.”

“I hope you’re happy, I’ve had butterflies in the pit of my stomach worrying if you’d find me attractive,” I answered.

His smile served as the answer, and he drew me toward him, releasing my hands and placing his on my hips. Our first hug was gentle at first, but as our bodies touched, I made sure to press my chest against his. His hands moved from my hips and slid up my back as they moved, he said, “Hmmm,” his fingertips not finding any sign of bra straps. He pulled me tighter against his body, and I again pressed my tits against his chest.

Stephan returned his hands to my hips and gently moved me away as he suggested, “We should talk.” Keeping his promise that our first meeting was to get to know one another better, he moved away and sat at the small table in the corner of the room. His eyes stayed focused on me as I turned the other chair slightly toward him, sat down, and seductively crossed my legs then replied, “Yes, we have all afternoon let’s take our time.”

“Do you have questions for me?” Stephan asked.

I leaned forward a little allowing him to look down the opening of my blouse as I thought for a moment then asked, “How many other women have you met since joining Swinger’s Unlimited?”

He smiled and replied, “I’ve met two others.”

Rather than bluntly ask if he fucked them both, I asked, “Were you intimate with both?”

“No, actually the first member I met wasn’t what she seemed to be, the photos she’d shared were taken years ago and to be quite honest she had gained a considerable amount of weight. We both agreed that we were not a very good fit for one another.” He explained.

I grinned and said, “What about the second?”

Stephen paused for a moment I assumed he was thinking about how he would explain the second. Finally, he said, “I met her three weeks ago, like you, she agreed to meet me here at the Frontier. It was a pleasurable afternoon, to say the least.”

I had to ask, “Did she satisfy your desires?”

He leaned forward and smiled then asked, “Are you asking me if she gave me head?”

“I suppose I am,” I answered.

His hand moved across the distance between us and came to rest on my knee as he replied, “Yes, she did, but while I enjoyed it immensely, she didn’t seem to share my enthusiasm for oral sex.”

I placed one hand over his and moved the other up to the opening of my blouse. Pulling the fabric further apart, giving him a seductive view of my cleavage as I replied, “I think you will find that I am very enthusiastic about sucking cock.”

His wide smile acknowledged that he was looking forward to me, showing just how enthusiastic I am. His hand slipped from under mine, and he sat back again in his chair as he said, “Let me ask you a question.”

“Ask away,” I instantly replied.

“You already know that I’m keeping my activities secret from my wife, are you doing the same with your spouse?” Stephan asked.

I toyed with the fabric of my blouse as I answered, “My husband knows that I’m actively seeking satisfaction elsewhere and has given me permission to do so, but he doesn’t know I’m here with you this afternoon.”

“That’s amazing,” He replied.

I grinned at him and added, “I still provide for his needs and have made a few concessions to ensure that he will continue giving me his blessing.”

“Concessions?” Stephen asked.

I stood up and walked to the bed, retrieving my cell phone from my purse as I explained, “You’ll recall from my profile that I fantasize about have photos taken while I’m sucking a big hard cock.”

“I recall that,” He answered.

“I’ve promised to share the photos of me with my husband,” I said as I turned toward him again.

As I handed my phone to him, I said, “How about we take care of my public photos first.”

“I’d love to,” Stephen said as he opened the camera app on my cell phone.

“I’d like a nice close up of just my face to start,” I suggested.

A moment later, he’d captured that image and said, “Beautiful you have such a lovely smile,” as he viewed the picture.

He moved a little to my side and suggested, “Turn your head toward me.”

I did as he asked, and instead of smiling widely gave him a more seductive, please fuck me look.

“Awesome,” He said after taking the shot.

He moved his chair against the wall and said, “Sit here and cross your legs again.”

I could tell that he was getting into photographing me, and as I sat down, I unbuttoned the fourth button on my blouse. Crossing my legs sexually, I arched my back some so the picture would include my hard nipples pressing into the cotton fabric covering them.

As he stood there, I noticed the ever so slight bulge in his jeans and asked, “Am I turning you on?”

“What do you think?” He instantly replied.

I just smiled and said, “Let me pose for you.”

“I’d love that,” He answered.

I opened another button of my blouse, uncrossed my legs spread my knees, and leaned forward, pulling the fabric wider to expose most of my naked tits to the camera.

He captured the image.

I was fulfilling one of my fantasies, stood up and posed with one shoe on the chair and one hand on my hip followed by an image of me kneeling on the chair and looking back at him over my shoulder.

The bulge in his jeans had grown noticeably, and I decided it was time to show him how ready I was to have his rock-hard cock inside me.

I slid the chair aside and slowly bent at the waist I could feel the hemline of my skirt rise and when Stephen exclaimed, “No fuckin’ way,” I knew that my naked labia was exposed. He captured an image of my creamy ass and naked loins.

“Isn’t my pussy pretty?” I asked as I straightened up.

“No, it’s beautiful,” he instantly answered.

I reached around and pulled the tiny tap of my zipper down and let the skirt flutter to the floor around my heels then bent over again moving my hands to my ass cheeks spreading them apart I asked, “Do you know how much I want to feel your big hard cock inside my asshole?”

“I think I do,” He answered.

I moved my hands around, opened the last button of my blouse, slipped it off my shoulders, and let it join my skirt on the floor.

I turned to face him stepped out of the puddle of fabric surrounding my heels and toward him. As I started unbuttoning his shirt, I asked, “Do you have any idea how much I want to taste your rock-hard cock?”

I tossed his shirt on the bed and ran my nails down over his chest and the twitching flesh of his abdomen as I undid his belt buckle, I asked, “You do want me to suck his big hard cock, don’t you?”

“Oh god, yes, Dianna,” He instantly answered.

Stephen kicked off his shoes as I peeled the denim fabric off his legs, leaving his cock concealed by the white cotton fabric of his jockey shorts.

As I straightened up, I placed one hand on the solid meat of his erection and gently squeezed his shaft as I said, “Kiss me.”

His arm circled my waist and pulled me toward him, crushing my tits against his body, pinning my hand to his big hard cock. Our mouths met not in a gentle first kiss between two new lovers, but in a passionate soul-searching kiss, our tongues intertwined together, our lips crushed against one another, and my body melting against his.

His lips moved to my ear, and he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”

I tilted my head back and said, “Sit down and let me show you how enthusiastic I am.”

Stephen moved around me, and as he began to sit started peeling his jockey underwear off, but I stopped him saying, “Let me uncover that big beautiful hard cock.”

He sat there cell phone at the ready as I got down on hands and knees and slowly crawled toward him. He must have taken three pictures of my seductive crawl, and when I reached his feet, I straightened up, shook my head, causing my wavy brunette locks to cascade haphazardly around my face. My fingertips crawled along his thighs almost as slowly as when I approached his seated body.

I couldn’t wait to see it; to study the nuances that weren’t revealed in the reflected image he’s shared with me and commit the image of his throbbing erection to my memory forever. My fingers trembled as I hooked them beneath the elastic waistband of his jockeys. Slowly releasing his big hard cock from the cotton prison holding him was like unwrapping a sexual gift, a gift that I have wanted for so long and craved even longer.

Stephan lifted his hips enough so I could peel his underwear down his legs then settled back onto the chair, his butt resting on the edge and his beautiful rock-hard cock standing above his loins.

“Oh my god,” I exclaimed as his erection twitched involuntarily in anticipation of my first touch.

He snapped a picture of his cock with my face as the background.

I studied his erection for a moment; the bulbous cock head appeared more significant than the photo he’d shared its silky-smooth corona and tight frenulum almost begging to be licked. Below the solid meat of his cock shaft was covered with a crisscross of veins, each one a darker vibrant color than the surrounding flesh. Under my intense scrutiny, I knew that his cock would completely satisfy my craving to feel it deep inside me.

I reached out and placed one fingertip against his frenulum, touching him for the first time. It twitched away from my finger, bringing a wide smile to my lips as well as his. “I guess I’m a little excited,” He said.

I reached for his cock a second time circling the shaft just below the corona with my index finger and thumb. I felt it twitch again as I replied, “That’s putting it mildly.”

He snapped a picture of my delicate digits circling his shaft and another as I moved my fingers up to caress the smooth, taut flesh of his corona gently. Stephen lowered the phone and watched as I teased his cock head with two fingers stroking and twisting around just the head.

“You’re such a cock tease,” he said as I continued pleasuring just the head of his twitching cock.

I loved the idea that he saw me as a cock tease, but I wanted him to realize that I’m an even better cock sucker. I slowly wrapped the other three fingers around his rock-hard shaft each digit closing on his flesh before moving the next.

“God that feels so fuckin’ good,” He exclaimed as I slowly began stroking the entire length of his eight-inch cock.

As my hand moved methodically up and down his shaft, I lifted my free hand and cradled his solid balls in its palm. A sensual moan escaped his lips as the combined movement of both hands heightened his state of sexual arousal. More than anything, I wanted his throbbing cock inside my mouth, but I resisted the urge knowing that his excitement would be increased even more when I finally gave in and let him slip between my shimmering lips.

“Do you like how I’m stroking your big hard cock?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Fuck yeah,” Stephen replied.

I continued stroking his cock and caressing his balls for a while longer. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, and for a moment, I thought he was about to cum, but I was happily surprised when his cock rewarded me with a tiny droplet of pre-cum. As he opened his eyes to watch me pleasure his beautiful cock, I released it and used the tip of my index finger to smear the fluid evenly over his cock head.

As I traced a line along his urethra with my fingertip, I asked, “You want me to take it in my mouth, don’t you?”

His eyes were glued to mine as he replied, “More than anything.”

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his throbbing cock shaft and drew the head toward my mouth. With my lips pursed, I blew at the head then said, “You want me to cover the head with my warm mouth and caress your corona with my smooth lips, don’t you, Stephen.”

With a sense of urgency in his voice, he answered, “Oh god, Dianna, yes, please suck my cock.”

I smiled at him knowing that I’d teased him enough, holding his cock shaft firmly in one hand and his balls in the other I opened my mouth wide and lowered it over his bulbous cock head. His moan of ecstasy continued until I closed my lips around his shaft just below the corona. A second drop of pre-cum oozed onto my tongue as I caressed his frenulum with my tongue’s moist flesh. His juice tasted salty giving me a preview of what his cum would taste like.

“Oh god, yes, suck it,” he exclaimed as I began bobbing up and down on just the wide mushroom shaped cock head. With every movement, my lips caressed his corona, sliding up and down as I sucked his big rock-hard cock.

After pleasuring just, the head for what seemed like an eternity, I let it slip from my oral grasp, looked up at him and said one word, “Deeper?”

Stephen replied with one word, “YES!”

I repeated the process opening my mouth wide and lowering it over his cock head, closing my lips to again surround his cock shaft just below the head, but this time instead of bobbing up to caress his corona, I began taking more of his throbbing cock inside.

He moaned sinfully as my lips slid down along his shaft, and his magnificent cock head slipped deeper along my tongue. I stopped once I held half of him inside my moist hot mouth and sucked my cheeks in tightly around him, caressing his flesh with my tongue.

Apparently, Stephen had fantasized about how I would pleasure him with my mouth, and judging from his moans of ecstasy, his fantasy was being fulfilled.

After holding him in my mouth for a minute or two, I again lifted and let his cock slip from my sensual oral grasp.

I again asked my one-word question, “Deeper?”

And he instantly replied, “YES!”

Before opening my mouth again, I said, “Use the cell phone.”

His cock head and half the shaft glistened with my moisture, and he captured an image as I parted my lips just before his cock head disappeared inside. I kept my lips wide open until I reached the halfway point of his cock, and he took another picture as I closed my lips around his shaft.

“Fuckin’ A,” he said as my lips sealed around his cock.

I released my grip on his shaft, knowing that my lips would be wrapped around the shaft where my fingers had held him soon enough. I dropped my hand between my thighs so I could finger my clit and the moist flesh of my cunt as I throated his cock.

He moaned again as I began my passionate oral plunge on his cock. Inch after glorious inch of rock-hard cock slipped through my lips and over my tongue until his flaring cock head touched the entrance of my throat. I began lifting again, thinking I’d pose my question one more time, but Stephen placed his hand on the back of my head and said, “Deeper.”

I wanted every inch of his beautiful hard cock in my mouth, and I wanted to feel his bulbous mushroom shaped cock head buried in my throat, I wanted to feel it twitch and surge as I throated him and apparently Stephen wanted the same.

As his cock head again touched the tight ring of flesh at the back of my mouth, I felt his hand begin to push my head down, and he demanded, “Deep throat me.”

I moaned, signaling that I wanted his cock head buried in my throat and relaxed my muscles to allow him to slip through. In an instant, his flaring cock head entered my throat, and he continued pressing down until my nose nestled against his body, and my lips crushed against his pubic mound. I held him deep in my throat, enjoying the sensation I craved so much. For the second time, I had a man’s rock-hard cock buried in the moist, slippery flesh of my throat, and I moaned as it twitched and surged when I caressed it with my muscles.

“God fuckin’ damn,” Stephen said as I slowly began lifting off his big hard cock.

The bulbous head slipped from my throat, and I continued until his saliva coated cock escaped my mouth. As I recharged my lungs, I looked up at his face, and expression of total amazement caused me to smile, knowing that he most likely had never felt the pleasure of being deep throated before.

“Do that again,” He pleaded as my open mouth approached the tip of his cock head.

There was no need for him to press my head down; this time, I plunged my mouth completely down until my slippery flesh again surrounded his cock head. To increase his pleasure more, I started bobbing up and down, letting his cock head slide back onto my tongue then swallow it deeply. Over and over, I moved my mouth and throat, fucking his throbbing cock orally.

As I lifted further, Stephen said, “I’ve never….”

His cock slipped out of my mouth, and I looked up and asked, “Never what, baby?”

He instantly replied, “Felt anything more incredible.”

I knew that if I continued, he would climax, filling my mouth and throat with his sticky seed, so I began slowly stroking the length of his pulsing cock.

His eyes, those dark mystical eyes stared at me as I slowly caressed his cock.

“I have something else I want you to feel today Stephen,” I said.

He smiled at me and replied, “And that would be?”

“It’s something that I believe we both have never felt before,” I said.

He just smiled.

I leaned forward and flicked my tongue at his frenulum before saying, “I want this big hard cock stuffed in my tight little asshole.”

“Oh my god,” He replied.

He was clearly enjoying a little dirty talk, and I continued saying, “I want you to ass fuck me as deeply as I just throated your beautiful big cock.”

“Oh yeah!” he exclaimed.

My fingers toyed with his wide flaring corona as I said, “I wanna feel this big cock head spear my virgin sphincter then sink to the depths of my asshole.”

“I brought some condoms,” He said.

I smiled and answered, “I love a man who comes prepared.”

“They’re in my pants pocket,” Stephen replied.

I released his cock and crawled to where I’d discarded his pants earlier than found two foil packets in the pocket.

“One is smooth, and the other is textured, both claim to have a lubricant that enhances the feel.” He remarked as I looked over the foil packets.

I don’t ever recall having sex with a condom, so in addition to satisfying my lust to be ass fucked, I’d be able to experience the sensation of being fucked by a man wearing a condom.

“I think we should try the textured one,” I remarked as I crawled toward the bed to grab the bottle of anal lube from my purse.

As I turned back toward him, he smiled and said, “I see I’m not the only one who came prepared.”

I crawled back to where he was seated and straightened up. His hands instantly moved to my tits, gently caressing both and pressing my rock-hard nipples into his palms.

“I love having my tits played with,” I said.

I leaned forward, pressing his erect cock against my belly and looked into his dark eyes, “Kiss me,” I said.

Unlike our first, this kiss was gentle. Our lips barely touched his capturing my lower lip at first, then sucking gently. I moaned as he tenderly kissed my mouth, signaling that I needed more. His lips parted, and I offered my tongue, which he quickly sucked between his lips. As the kiss grew in intensity, our tongues began a sensual dance of passion, and it took only a moment for his hands to cup my face and guide my mouth over his.

His mouth moved from mine and slid toward my ear; after licking my ear lobe, he whispered, “I want you, Dianna.”

I leaned back a little, placed the bottle of lube on the floor, and then opened the foil packet containing the textured condom it slipped into my palm, pinkish in color with a small protrusion at the very tip. I placed the rolled-up protection over the top of his rock-hard cock then stretched it down over the head, carefully unrolling the latex over the smooth flesh of his corona and down the solid cock shaft below. It didn’t reach entirely to the base of his beautiful eight-inch cock.

He smiled at me as I slowly stroked his protected cock, making sure the condom was totally on, the latex material fit tightly over his cock head and pulsing shaft. As I stroked his big hard cock, I could feel the texture in my hands and knew it would heighten the sensation once his cock slipped into my asshole.

As I picked up the bottle of anal lube, I remarked, “This will be another first for me. I’ve never been fucked by a man wearing a condom.”

Stephen grinned and replied, “I think you’ll enjoy the sensation.”

Using one hand, I squeezed some anal lube onto the protrusion extending above his cock then carefully smeared the slippery liquid evenly over his big hard cock. “I’m not sure how much of this stuff to use,” I remarked.

“The more, the merrier,” Stephan replied.

As I applied more lube, he moaned, my delicate fingers caressing every inch of his hard erection. Once I was satisfied that his cock was prepared to assault my virgin asshole, I turned and slowly crawled toward the bed then climbed onto the mattress, enticing him with my sexy ass.

I reached around and squirted a stream of lube between my ass cheeks and instantly felt the warmth of the enhancement ingredients.

Stephen was already standing behind me and took the bottle from my hand, squirting even more lube into his palm, then spreading the slippery liquid evenly over my ass and sphincter. His fingertip probed at the tight ring of flesh then slipped through coating the flesh just beyond.

My excitement built as he slowly fingered my asshole, the sensation and tingling warmth of the anal lube spreading throughout my loins. I lowered my shoulders to the mattress in anticipation of having his big rock-hard cock replace his finger.

He fingered my asshole for a few minutes giving my sphincter time to relax and become accustomed to the feel of being impaled.

“God Stephen, that feels so fuckin’ good,” I remarked as my asshole began to react and loosen up.

I felt his finger slip out of my asshole, and his hand slide over one ass cheek. “I’ll take it real slow,” Stephen said as he gently squeezed my ass cheek.

His thighs brushed against my legs as he moved closer. I’d read on the internet that the first time a cock is pressed into your asshole can be quite painful, but I was prepared to endure that discomfort to reap the rewards of feeling a rock-hard cock inside.

Stephen pressed the tip against my puckered sphincter, and I tried to relax, but my body tensed, drawing the tight ring closed, trying to avoid the inevitable. I reached around with one hand placing it on my other ass cheek and pulled, trying to spread my ass open more. “Go ahead,” I said as he pressed firmer.

As his rock-hard cock head pressed against me, I began to feel the twinge of pain as my flesh slowly began to surrender.

“God, it’s so tight,” he said.

“Keep going Stephen, I want this so much,” I said, encouraging him on.

The spearhead of his cock began to stretch my flesh, and I felt his other hand slid onto my ass. Until then, I knew that he had been gripping his shaft, making sure his cock hit the intended target. His hands stretched my ass cheeks wide open, and as he pressed it deeper, I squealed, “OW.”

The pain of having my tight sphincter pierced grew in intensity as more and more of his cock head spread me open.

“Want me to stop?” he asked when I squealed.

“God no, give it to me,” I instantly replied, knowing that once his flaring corona slipped through, the pain would diminish some.

I felt his fingers grip my flesh as he prepared to complete the initial assault on my tight little asshole.

It’s funny how the pain and pleasure of being impaled by such an impressive cock urges you on. I wanted to experience the pain knowing the pleasure would far exceed the discomfort. I urged him on saying, “Go for it, baby, fill my tight little virgin ass with your big beautiful hard cock.”

Stephen pressed onward until I again screamed, “OW!” as the broadest part of his cock head, the flaring corona slipped through my tight sphincter.

He stopped allowing me time to become accustomed to having a cock inside my asshole. While it was still somewhat painful, I knew that the only way to get past the discomfort was to begin pressing him deeper and actually fucking my ass.

“Fuck my asshole,” I nearly demanded as I pressed my hips back toward his invading rock-hard cock.

Stephen slowly thrust forward, the textured condom covering his cock, teasing my flesh as he went deeper.

“Your fucking asshole is so god damn tight,” he said as his rock-hard cock sank deeper and deeper.

I pushed back against his invading cock and pleaded, “I want every beautiful inch. Let me feel your balls touch my hot cunt.”

The pain of having his cock impale my asshole began to subside, and the tingling effect of the anal lube became the sensation I felt. Stephen’s hands were still resting on my hips, and his fingers dug into the flesh. His big beautiful rock-hard cock had stretched me wide open, and just before his cock head reached as deep as possible, he gave my asshole a quick, forceful thrust.

He was buried within my anal canal, and his ball sack pressed against my wet cunt.

“That’s it, baby, now fuck your slut like she wants to be fucked,” I pleaded wanting him to begin giving my tight asshole a proper fucking.

He pulled back until just the flaring head of his cock remained inside then slowly thrust in again, driving his cock deep inside.

My asshole was becoming accustomed to the shape of his cock, and I urged him on, “Harder, Stephen, let me feel you pound my tight asshole.”

He withdrew once again, but this time let his flaring cock head slip outside my sphincter, letting the tip rest against the tight ring of anal flesh.

I felt his grip tighten as he thrust his cock into me faster this time. Gone was the pain of being impaled by a big rock-hard cock, replaced with the incredible sensation of fullness his cock provided and the tingling sensation of the anal lube. His balls slapped against my throbbing cunt as he sank to the depths of me.

“Oh god, yes, that’s how I want it!” I exclaimed as he quickly withdrew then pounded his cock inside again.

The pace of his thrusts quickened as he fucked my asshole, causing me to moan repeatedly.

My fantasy of having a big hard cock imbedded inside my asshole fulfilled. I urged him, saying, “I want you to cum, fill that condom with your thick load.”

Hearing my plead for him to climax, Stephen held my hips firmly and drove his latex sheathed cock into me with even harder thrusts fucking my asshole like a stallion fucks his mare.

His grunts and groans filled the air, and as I felt his cock swell even more significant, I again begged him, “Yes baby cum for me.”

“I’m cumming,” He shouted as his balls released the torrent of searing hot cum.

Even though the thin layer of latex covering his cock, I could feel the heat of his load and the surging of his cock as he exploded into the condom.

He continued pounding my asshole even after his balls had drained themselves, his cock remaining rock-hard and deep inside me.

“Jesus Christ, Dianna, I can’t believe how good that felt,” He remarked as he slowed his pace.

I knew that the condom was filled with sperm, hot thick sweet tasting cum. I moved forward, causing his cock to slip from my ass. Then, I spun around and sat down on the edge of the bed.

His eyes glared at me, a lustful expression that excited me to request my treat. I lifted his latex covered cock and was amazed at what I saw. The bulging tip of the condom was stretched full, and nearly half of the sheathe contained what the tip didn’t.

“Feed me,” I said, letting him know I wanted to taste his seed.

Stephen slowly rolled the condom off squeezing its contents toward the tip, when it finally slipped off, and he pinched the open end closed not only was the bulb at the end filled with creamy white cum, but an inch or so of the shaft held his thick load.

I leaned forward, tilted my head back, and extended my tongue, providing him a sexy depository for the massive wad of cum contained in the condom. With a smile on his lips, he released his grip on the open end and quickly moved his fingers up so he could squeeze every drop onto my lusty tongue.