As I finished cleaning up in the bathroom, a warm, satisfied glow settled over me. When I returned to the bedroom, Brian was lying on his back, still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling. He looked up at me with a lazy, happy smile.
“Come here, my beautiful sex goddess,” he said softly, opening his arms.
I crawled into bed and nestled against his strong body. We kissed slowly, tasting each other, and let our hands wander in gentle exploration. For a while, we simply held each other, enjoying the quiet intimacy after such an intense experience.
“You were incredible,” Brian whispered against my hair. “I never imagined it could feel that good.”
I traced a finger down his chest. “And we’ve only just begun, lover. We have the whole weekend.”
The rest of Friday night passed in a haze of slow, lazy lovemaking. We took turns exploring each other’s bodies with mouths and hands, building each other up again until we both came once more—Brian deep inside my pussy this time while I rode him slowly, savoring every inch.
We finally fell asleep tangled together sometime after midnight.
Saturday morning dawned bright and quiet. I woke first, slipped out of bed, and made us coffee. When Brian stirred, I brought two steaming mugs back to the bedroom. We drank them in bed, talking and laughing like old lovers instead of neighbors who had only recently crossed this line.
After breakfast, Brian surprised me by running a bath for both of us. We soaked together in the large tub, my back against his chest, his arms wrapped around me. His hands eventually found my breasts, then slid lower. Before long, I was grinding against his fingers while he kissed my neck.
We made love right there in the tub—slow and slippery—until the water grew cool. Then we dried each other off and moved back to the bed for round two, this time with me on all fours while Brian took my pussy from behind, his hands gripping my hips firmly.
In the afternoon, we took a break to eat. Brian had stocked the kitchen well. We shared a light lunch, then watched a movie on the couch, my head in his lap. His fingers played idly with my hair at first, then drifted lower, teasing my nipples through my robe until I was squirming. The movie was soon forgotten as I straddled him on the couch and rode him hard, both of us moaning openly with no one around to hear.
That evening, after a delicious steak dinner Brian had cooked, we returned to the bedroom for more focused anal play. This time, I took the lead in teaching him.
I had him lie on his back with pillows under his hips. “Your turn to receive, my sweet man,” I told him.
I started slow—kissing and licking every inch of his ass, rimming him thoroughly until he was groaning and his cock was rock-hard and leaking. When I slid a well-lubed finger inside him, he tensed at first, then relaxed with a deep moan as I found his prostate and began massaging it gently.
“Oh fuck, Nadine… that feels…” His words dissolved into a long groan.
I added a second finger, stretching him carefully while I sucked his cock. By the time I slipped a small anal plug into him, he was panting and begging for more. I climbed onto him and rode his cock while the plug stayed in place, the fullness in his ass making him even harder inside me. We both came intensely, his orgasm hitting him so hard he nearly shouted with pleasure.
Sunday was even more decadent. We barely left the bed except to eat and shower together.
Brian grew bolder with every hour. He ate my ass with growing confidence, then fucked it again—this time with me on my back, legs over his shoulders, so we could look into each other’s eyes as he took me. The connection was deeper than the night before. He moved with more control, learning exactly how to angle his thrusts to make me cry out in pleasure.
In the late afternoon, we tried something new: I wore my fishnet dress again while Brian used the anal beads on me, slowly pulling them out one by one as he fucked my pussy. The combination sent me over the edge repeatedly until I was shaking and breathless.
As evening approached, we lay spent in each other’s arms, the sheets twisted around us. That’s when I slowly crawled out of bed and walked out of the bedroom, giving Brian a mischievous grin over my shoulder.
I returned a few minutes later, wearing only a black leather harness strapped around my hips. A thick, realistic silicone cock jutted out from my pelvis—smooth, veined, and glistening with fresh lube. It swayed heavily as I walked toward the bed with confident, predatory grace.
Brian’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and raw arousal flashing across his face. “Holy shit… Nadine,” he breathed, his voice husky.
I climbed onto the bed and knelt between his spread legs, stroking the strap-on slowly with one hand while looking down at him. “You’ve taken my ass so beautifully all weekend,” I purred. “Now it’s my turn to show you how good it can feel when I take yours.”
I watched Brian swallow hard, his cock twitching visibly against his stomach. I knew he was ready—his body was already betraying how turned on the idea made him.
I leaned down and kissed him deeply, my breasts brushing his chest as the strap-on pressed against his thigh. “Relax for me, baby,” I whispered. “I’ll go slow. I want you to feel everything.”
I worked him open with the same patient care he’d shown me earlier—kissing and licking his ass, sliding lubed fingers inside him one by one until he was moaning and pushing back against my hand.
Finally, I pressed the thick head of the strap-on against his entrance. Brian let out a shaky breath as I eased the toy into him inch by inch, slowly stroking his cock with my free hand. His eyes fluttered shut, his mouth falling open in a silent groan as I bottomed out inside him.
“Oh… fuck…” he gasped, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
I started with slow, shallow thrusts, letting him adjust to the fullness. Gradually, I built a steady rhythm, angling the strap-on to press firmly against his prostate with every stroke.
Brian’s moans grew louder and more desperate. His cock leaked steadily onto his stomach as I pegged him deeper and harder, my hips snapping forward with growing confidence.
“Look at me,” I commanded softly.
Brian’s eyes opened, locking onto mine. The intensity between us was electric. I fucked him with long, deliberate strokes while leaning down to kiss him, my breasts swaying with each thrust. His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him in time with my thrusts. Brian lost control completely. His whole body tensed, his back arching off the bed as he came hard—thick ropes of cum splattering across his chest and stomach.
I kept pegging him through every pulsing wave of his orgasm. Only when he was trembling and whimpering did I finally slow down, gently pull out, and collapse beside him. We kissed tenderly as I stroked his hair and he caught his breath.
“Jesus Christ, Nadine…” he finally managed, his voice raw. “That was… intense.”
I smiled against his lips. “Told you I’d show you how good it could feel.”
As evening approached, we lay in each other’s arms, the sheets twisted around us.
“I don’t want this weekend to end,” Brian said quietly, stroking my back.
“Me neither,” I whispered. “But we still have tonight. And my family doesn’t come home until tomorrow afternoon.”
A wicked smile crossed his face. “Then we’d better make the most of it.”
He rolled me onto my stomach and began kissing his way down my spine. I shivered in anticipation as his lips reached the small of my back and continued lower.
The final night was slow and thorough. We used every toy we had bought, took turns giving and receiving, and explored every position we could think of. Brian fucked my ass one last time while I played with my clit, both of us drawing it out as long as possible. When we finally came together, it felt like a perfect ending to our stolen weekend.
Afterward, as we lay exhausted and satisfied, I turned to him and said, “Thank you for making this weekend unforgettable.”
Brian kissed me softly. “Nadine, you’ve opened up a whole new world for me. I can’t wait to keep exploring it with you… whenever we can steal the time.”
I smiled and snuggled closer, already thinking about the next opportunity we might find once my family returned to their normal routine. For now, though, I was content to fall asleep in his arms, my body deliciously sore and my heart surprisingly full.
