I felt so sexy lying on the bed in my new lace panties and matching bra.

He stood at my feet, untying his black tie and staring lustfully at my body. There was an obvious bulge of arousal in his trousers.

I watched him undress, his shoulders broad and muscular. His chest rose and fell with each breath. I could almost see his heart pounding with excitement.

I felt my own arousal dampening my core. My hand slid from between my breasts to just above my wanting sex, teasing myself and him.  His white shirt dropped onto his tux jacket on the floor as I watched his tight upper body become exposed. There was nothing to compare to that feeling when you first see what you've longed for. He exposed his body, teasingly and painfully slowly, unbuckling his belt as I moaned in lustful anticipation.  My eyes were fixed on his fingers as they tugged at his zipper.

Glancing up, I smiled at him as he smiled at me, his hands pushing his trousers from his hips, leaving only his Tommy Johns to cover his throbbing bulge. Pushing myself upright, I bit my bottom lip and watched him push his boxers to the floor.

Standing upright, as if a model posing for a sexy picture, he let me take in the sight of his magnificent form. A bad boy grin and a glint in his eyes, he knew I wanted him.

Broad, strong shoulders and narrow at the hip, he was the embodiment of sexuality.  Lean and muscular, there was not a hair but what was on his head. The dim lights showed that five o’clock had left a shadow on his chin. I wanted him to touch me.

My eyes roamed the scape of his body, trailing to the viper between his thighs. He was hard and heavy, long and thick. The shadows gave presence to bulging veins spiderwebbing his shaft.  There was nothing not sexy about him.

I spread my legs in an invitation to join me on the bed.  He obliged, but only one knee. His big hand took my ankle and brought my bare foot to his kiss. One toe at a time, kissing and sucking, he made love to my feet with his lips.

Agony it was, anticipating what was to come, but I enjoyed every kiss and peck as he left a trail of lust up each of my legs, pausing to inhale at my panties. My scent, he described as cinnamon and honey, filled the air. He pushed my panties to the side and traced the valley of my sex with another finger. Tickling and teasing, he finally kissed my engorged clit. My fingers curled, grasping the soft downy comforter. My eyes closed, and my head fell back onto the pillow. A deep and soft moan escaped my lips.

I opened my eyes when he dredged his tongue through my wet folds, gasping when he pushed it deep into my entrance. The vulgar sounds of slurping and smacking served to drive my lust. I needed more. Both hands found the back of his head, urging him deeper.

His tongue was magic, teasing my sodden core. My body responded quickly, climbing to ecstasy, my breath in gasps. I felt the convulsions deep inside rising quickly to the surface. He drank my nectar as it spilled from my sex.

No time wasted, in the throes of my orgasm, my secret lover climbed my body, pushing my lacy bra from my breast, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he rose.  He paused at my breast; each nipple, achingly erect, received his loving attention. He was a master.

Staring into my eyes, he came to my lips with a passionate kiss. I could taste my essence, left over from the orgasm that he caused at my sex. Then I felt it. His wide head, cloaked tightly in its foreskin, pressed between the divide of my buttocks. It was hard and insistent, throbbing against my openings. His girth made me leery of a backside intrusion, so I took that viper in both hands and guided him to my well.

My sex opened wide, spreading to accept his size. Thickly penetrating my sex, deeper than I have ever had before. So completely filled, I held my ground, letting my body accept him. He held tightly to me, understanding my need to conform to his size. It didn't take long, though, not being a maiden of a pure nature, not even close. He saw in my eyes that I was ready, and with that same bad boy grin, he slowly withdrew and entered again.

A slow pace at first, he trotted along until I dug in my heels and spurred my stallion to a full gallop. My steed was no bronc that gave a wild, bucking ride. He was a thoroughbred that took me on a smooth and exciting run. I took every inch and savored every pounding thrust, closer and closer to another apex.

His thrusts, deep and hard, became quicker. I could tell that he was nearing his climax as well. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him deeper.

Soft kisses on my neck, coupled with grunts of passion and rough scratch of his cactus-like whiskers, brought me ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.

His eyes told me he was going to come. Mine told him the same. I squeezed my legs tighter. I wanted it inside when it happened. I wanted it all and damned if I wouldn't have it. He smiled that bad boy grin again, missing only the requisite toothpick hanging from his lips, knowing I wanted to be filled. I knew he would oblige.

Another thrust or two, then a guttural, unmistakable moan that let me know that he had passed the point of no return. With my hands on both sides of his face, I kissed him, sucking his tongue like a miniature version of his massive cock.

I felt the heat of his first emission, splashing the walls of my womb. He was like an open faucet, filling me to capacity. I felt his hot, sticky seed squeezing around his shaft and out of my opening, trailing down over my tight little rosebud and through the valley of my rear. It felt so dirty and so hot.

My lover lost his smile, replaced by the contorted expression of extreme pleasure. The pleasure brought only through carnal release. He continued to pump his seed and thrust his viper deep inside me.

My orgasm mirrored his, my juices flowing from my core, coating my inner walls, mixing with his seed, and dripping onto the comforter. Shuddering and convulsing under his tensed body, I trembled in unbelievable rapture.

Minutes of breathless passion passed before we fell exhausted, side by side to regain composure, “That was amazing, Terry,” I said, “I need to go. My husband will start to wonder where I went.”

“Just as well,” he replied, “My wife will be arriving soon. Let's get dressed and rejoin the party.”