So why should not the date of November 10, 2008 be unforgettable to me, too? That’s the day I had the best sex of my life up to that time. And it’s hard for me to imagine that I will ever have a sexual encounter to rival, much less to surpass, that one.
I had been seeing Eric for several months. We were both married, but we had become friends, lovers, and soul-mates.
November 8 and 9 were a weekend, and Tuesday, November 11 was a holiday (Veterans Day). So Eric and I had decided to take Monday, November 10 off from work and spend that entire day together making love. Naturally, we did not tell our spouses we were taking the day off, so they would not put any demands on our time that day. To Eric’s wife, and my husband, it would just be another work day.
I had booked us the motel about a month before. And for that month, in our emails and our face-to-face meetings, we had talked about little else. We both had dreamed up sweet sexual scenarios we wanted to try out with each other, and we were determined that we would do all of them that day, plus whatever else our urges of that moment might take us to do.
We would often lie relaxed in our respective bathtubs and masturbate, as we thought out details of various scenarios for November 10. And then we would tell each other exactly where we had touched and what we had been thinking, exciting us even more for November 10.
You might think that after all that anticipation, all that discussion, all that daydreaming, the actual day would have no way to come close to our high expectations. But in reality, that day far exceeded everything we had dreamed-up. And that is why November 10, 2008 will always be right up there with birthdays and anniversaries, as a date I will never forget, a memory I will always cherish.
I awoke that morning, as I always do on a work day, at 6:00 AM, and was out the door by 7:00 as always. My husband Frank was still sleeping when I left, as he was not employed at that time, was not actively looking for work, and had no particular reason to get up early – one of the many reasons our marriage was on the rocks, and would end in divorce seven years later. And why I had drifted into the arms of another man, Eric.
It was a cool but comfortable forty-one degrees Fahrenheit, with gentle winds out of the south at 6 miles per hour, when I left the house that morning. I had on a long, ankle-length peasant skirt, a swirl of greens and blues. A crisp white blouse. With a navy blue blazer over it. Knee-high side-zip brown boots. And elegant black gloves, with tiny glass beads over the knuckles, which looked like little sparkly diamonds. Underneath, I wore my sheerest baby-blue lace bra, and matching panties. I knew Eric was going to enjoy undressing me from these clothes at our motel that day, and I was going to enjoy being slowly, lovingly peeled down to nakedness by him.
As arranged, I parked my car at the train station where Eric and I commuted from together every morning. We would daily ride together to our respective jobs, in each other’s arms, with frequent kisses, generally unaware of surrounding passengers. Except to notice when we might have a moment of privacy to touch each other in very special places under our clothing.
But although there was to be much riding that day, none of it would occur on a commuter train.
I left my car in the train station parking lot, as usual. Should my husband happen to pass there on his way to buy beer or whatever he did with his days, he would see my car there and think nothing amiss.
I was very happy to see Eric’s familiar navy-blue Ford pull up. Just the sight of it, and knowing what was ahead, had me tingling under my skimpy panties.
Instead of boarding the train, I climbed into the Ford and snuggled-up beside Eric, as we drove off to have breakfast.
Eric did not disappoint, not at all. He was wearing crisp black suit trousers, already with a nice thick bulge all the way up the front. And a gray button-front shirt that nicely showed-off his toned, but not overly huge arm and chest muscles. I licked my lips, and purred contentedly as I snuggled even closer under his right arm that enfolded me so lovingly. For what we had was a three-layer cake of love, caring, and respect, iced with lots and lots of very mutual lust.
We ate a good sized meal, enough to give us energy for our upcoming seven-hour sex marathon, but not so much as to leave us too bloated to enjoy our long-planned fun day.
And then it was off to our motel room that I had booked us for the whole day. Eric was so cute, standing off to one side as I checked us in, trying to act like his cock wasn’t ready to burst out of his trousers and explode right there in the lobby. I was shifting from one foot to the other as I checked us in, trying hard not to soak my panties in my impatient desires.
And then we parked Eric’s car in a secluded back corner of the motel parking lot, just to be sure that nobody that knew either of us might see his car there, and guess our secret tryst. Both being married, we always had to be so cautious, but that just added to the thrill of our passion.
Then up the stairs to our second-floor love nest for the rest of the day. Until it would be time to get home to our spouses, at our normal end-of-workday hour.
I drew closed the heavy motel-room drapes, and switched on every light in the room. I wanted to see every delicious inch of Eric’s body as we undressed and made love, and I knew he felt the same way about me.
Then I walked very quickly, almost ran, to at last be in Eric’s loving arms again, kissing him just as hungrily as he was kissing me. Fingers frantically through each other’s hair. Tongues thrusting and darting and dancing in each other’s mouth.
I began to unbutton Eric’s shirt as he helped me out of my navy blue blazer. I ran my fingers through Eric’s chest hairs as he unbutton my crisp white blouse.
I slipped my arms out of my blouse and let it flutter down to the motel room floor, as he removed his shirt and it landed atop my blouse.
Above the waist, I now stood naked before him, save for the sheerest of baby-blue lace bra. Offering myself up to him. Everything I have, everything I am, body and soul, I freely and eagerly offered up to him now.
Eric was even more naked above the waist than I was, and he too was offering himself up to me, body and soul.
We accepted what each was offering the other, by throwing our arms around each other in a tight hug and a hungry kiss. As we kissed, Eric unhooked my bra and slid it off my shoulders. My bra joined the growing heap of clothes on the floor.
We both stepped back from our kiss, and Eric led me by the hand to the big arm chair in a corner of the motel room.
I sat down, and he knelt before me. He slowly unzipped one boot, and then the other, and slowly, lovingly tugged my boots off of my feet. I had painted my toe nails a deep, dark blood-red, with tiny flecks of golden glitter in the nail polish.
Eric said my feet were very pretty, and his kissed my toes one at a time, all ten of them. He kissed my feet and ankles, and then up my legs. His head slid under my long green and blue peasant skirt. He kissed up my legs, kissed my knees, kissed my thighs all over. And then he kissed the front of my tiny blue-lace panties. I moaned happily, and I just about melted, body and soul, into a big puddle of pure love, onto the carpeted motel-room floor.
I somehow managed to struggle free and to stand up. As I approached him, he gave my long peasant skirt one strong downward tug, until it was bunched around my ankles.
I stepped out of my skirt and kicked it across the floor. Then, in only my skimpiest baby-blue panties, I sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him. With so much genuine love for him burning deep in my heart, I untied his shoes and slipped them off his feet. I reached up and tugged his belt open, then as calmly as I could with such intense lust filling my body and my soul, I unzipped his tight black trousers and pulled them down. He fell backward, landing in a seated position on the edge of the bed, and I slipped his trousers off his legs.
He was wearing a tiny zebra-striped G-string pouch. More than half of his very thick cock was protruding above the pouch, and I licked my lips and let out a hungry, "Mmmmmm!".
I told Eric to stand up, and again sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him, I slowly kissed every exposed millimeter of his luscious cock above the zebra pouch. My every kiss on his cock head and shaft was met with another powerful throb against my face, his every throb silently declaring how very much he loves me. Between my kisses and licks, between his wonderfully intense throbs, I told Eric I felt like the luckiest woman in the world at that moment.
“If you will but let me kiss you through your panties,” Eric moaned, “I shall deem myself the happiest and the luckiest man on earth.”
I stood up and started to walk toward the bed, there to lie face up and be eaten.
Eric whispered softly, just two words: “Arm chair.”
I remembered Eric’s email to me, a few weeks earlier, about his fantasy to kneel before the motel arm chair and eat me as I sat in it. I remembered him telling me on the train how he had masturbated to that fantasy, describing to me on that crowded train, every place he had touched himself while thinking about that fantasy. And now I remembered too how, that night at home, after he had told me of his arm chair fantasy, I had drawn myself a hot bubble bath, relaxed in the suds, and slipped two fingers deep inside myself, bringing myself to three powerful orgasms as I thought about his fantasy, and thought about him masturbating to that fantasy.
And now here we were, here was that arm chair. And that beautiful erotic fantasy that had caused so many orgasms for him and for me over the previous two weeks, was now about to become sweet reality.
I sat down in the arm chair, as requested, and he knelt before the chair and me. He slowly kissed his way up each of my legs, one at a time. He kissed both of my thighs, moving back and forth from one thigh to the other and back again. Until he moved up, and now was kissing all over my skimpy panties. His fingers slipped my panties to one side, and he playfully, adoringly kissed my bush, my pussy lips, and finally my clitoral hood.
I raised my legs together, skyward. His gentle hands parted my legs and thighs into a V as he slowly, lovingly skimmed my skimpy panties off of me, up my raised legs. They stayed around my ankles for a moment or two, then I brought down my raised legs and I kicked my panties off, onto the floor.
Eric picked up my panties and deeply inhaled my lusty scent. He held my moist baby-blue lace panties in his left hand as, on his knees before me, he leaned forward to kiss my now naked pussy lips. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his neck, my knees on his shoulders, my thighs pressing his ears, my feet rubbing his back.
His fingers gently opened my pussy lips, and his flickering tongue slowly drove into me. He licked at my moist inner walls. He kissed at my g-spot. His highly skilled tongue flitted and flickered at my exposed clit, now no longer hidden behind the hood, but all pink and swollen and throbbing, and declaring itself ready to play… and to be played with.
As Eric gently pleasured my clit, once again, I felt that Eric’s love for me, and my love for him, was going to melt me, body and soul, into a big puddle on the floor, all around him.
And then he sucked my clit up into his mouth, kissing and sucking and licking.
When his teeth began to gently nibble into my pulsating clit, I again felt that I would melt, body and soul. My heart melted first, feeling so much love and lust and passion for this wonderful man, who loved me and desired me as much as I did him.
And moments later, my pussy melted too, oozing my warm, thick, sticky goo all over Eric’s handsome face. Oozing, endlessly oozing. Trembling, shaking, like an earthquake. I am melted. I am woman. I am love. I am desire. I am melted gooey girl-come. A puddle of desire. A river of lust. A lake of passion. An ocean of girl-come.
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
He didn’t stop. He had no intention to stop. And neither did I.
“I’m MELT-ing!” I cried out, in my best Wicked Witch from Oz imitation, and trembling all over. “I’m MELT-ing! Oh! What a world! What a world!”
I puddled onto his face. Onto my thighs. Onto the chair. Onto the carpeted floor. Melting, melting, forever melting.
And we still had six and a half hours more ahead of us!
Temporarily unable to come any more, I stood up, smiled, and told Eric, “Your turn in that chair.”
As he walked to the chair, I tugged his tiny zebra-striped G-string off of him. As he sat, he tossed his tiny cock-pouch, which had exposed all even when worn, onto the floor.
I again sat cross-legged between his legs, and I took a long, slow lick around and around and around his balls.
“Mmm,” I purred happily. “They seem sssoooo swollen with come.”
“Looking at you always fills them full,” Eric moaned under my ball-kisses.
“You will empty them down my throat?”
“Yes, if that is your wish,” Eric replied gallantly, chivalrously.
“Mm, oh yes, that is my wish!”
He was my heroic knight, my Cyrano. And I his Roxanne. He of the long “nose” and skilled swordsmanship. And I his favorite sheath, in which to encase his long, steel-hard sword as often, and for as long of a duration, as our complicated lives would allow.
I kissed and licked my way up the long, the endlessly long and beautifully thick shaft, reveling in and thankful for the silent I Love You’s, every time he throbbed on my lips and my tongue. Such powerful throbs, and for I to be the cause of them! A source of pride at my skills, for sure, but the powerful throbs I was now causing him, being also yet another reason to love him as much as I do.
If there is a heaven, I am certainly there now, in this magical moment of shared love and shared passion… and yes, shared intense horniness!
That’s when I noticed he was still clutching my baby-blue panties in his hand, still damp from my intense lust for him. He wrapped my panties around his cock, and he began rubbing himself with them. I snatched my panties away from him, and told him I wanted nothing, not even my own panties, and certainly not his hand, to obstruct my hand, my mouth, and my tongue, from pleasuring him, and from enjoying the pleasures of him.
Seated in front of my man—for such, at the time, he most assuredly was – mine, as I was his – body, mind, heart, and soul.
My kisses reached the top of his shaft, and my tongue began to lovingly bathe the head in slow, spiral licks. His deep baritone moans of pure pleasure were as sweet music to my ears. None could ever imagine nor desire sweeter music.
My tongue-bath on Eric’s cock-head now caused the pee-slit to open up wider than I had ever seen on any man. Inspired, I curled up the tip of my tongue into the tiniest point I could manage, and I slowly, carefully, lovingly slid the tip of my tongue into the inside of my man’s cock-head.
With another of his heart-quickening, pussy-dampening, deeply sexy baritone moans, Eric produced a single sparkling drop of his pre-come, out of his cock, into my mouth, onto my tongue. And then a second crystal-clear drop fell onto my tongue.
I slid my tongue under the cock-head, and I used it to pull his two-inch-wide cock into my hungry mouth. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked very hard, hungrily. He throbbed and throbbed and throbbed in my mouth, as I sucked 2, 4, 6, and finally all 8 inches of his cock into my mouth. As I would later email to Eric, I had not had anything that tasted that good in my mouth in a very, very long time.
I backed off to the head, and I began to suck him in again. He moaned, he throbbed, and he shot milky white come onto my tongue. I savored the taste, and then I gulped hard, swallowing down all of his yumminess.
I sucked deeper; I sucked harder; I sucked even more hungrily. His throbbing cock swayed side to side, like a happy puppy-dog’s wagging tail, against the back of my throat. “Mmmmm!” I purred so happily.
I backed off again, and then I sucked extra hard. His cock tickled the back of my throat, and then he exploded powerfully, splattering the back of my throat, coating it thickly, warmly. I swallowed hard, gulping eagerly. Reveling in the feel of his thick, warm come, slowly oozing down the back of my throat, on its way into my tummy.
I again had those same thoughts. That I’m the luckiest woman in the world. That this is heaven, better than any heaven that western religion has ever portrayed. That I love this man so much, and that those powerful explosions in my mouth and in my throat show that he for sure loves me very deeply. That we two have melted into each other, body, mind, heart, and soul, to become one happily glowing loving being.
And we still had over five more hours of this sweet loving ahead of us, before we would have to get dressed and go home. Plus, we hadn’t even fucked yet. A situation I decided it was about time that we now remedy.
I gently pushed Eric’s loving, adoring face out of my still-trembling, juice-soaked pussy. I stood up, lifted him under his arm-pits, and threw my arms around him, tasting my pussy on his breath as we kissed. Then I led him by the hand to the bed.
We both folded-down the bed covers, and we lay atop the blanket, naked, able to see every part of each other as we made love. I lay down first, and I pulled him down on top of me. We kissed again, my breasts mashing-up tight against his chest, my achingly hard nipples drilling into his skin.
I reached down, and I slowly, gently guided him into my damp, slippery, cock-hungry pussy. As the head parted my pussy lips and began to sink down into me, I once more had those thoughts. I’m in heaven. I’m a very lucky woman, I love this man more and more by the minute.
The fact that I was married, and so was he, never once entered my mind that whole seven hours while we were loving each other. I don’t think he thought about that, either.
His cock was now about halfway down into my pussy, about 4 of his 8 inches. He throbbed powerfully against my inner walls, against my g-spot.
“I love you too,” I whispered, playfully nibbling his ear lobe.
“I love you, but I didn’t say 'I Love You' just now.”
“You most assuredly did! EVERY time your wonderful cock throbs deep in me like that, it’s saying I Love You!”
With that, he slid another two inches or so into me, and he throbbed hard again, kissing my mouth hotly and moaning “I do love you! With all of my heart, and all of my soul.”
“And mmmm,” I kissed him back, “with all of your BODY, too!”
He put his right hand on my right breast, rolling and pinching my hard nipple between his fingers. He kissed my mouth again, and he pushed the final two inches into me. He throbbed powerfully, and at the same time he moaned “I love you so much, Kat!”
“My Cyrano. Such a big sword, wielded so skillfully!”
“My Roxanne. Such a smooth, velvety soft sheath for my sword.”
He drew back.
“Yes,” I purred.
