Angela was a 42-year-old divorcee. Her relationship of 22 years had been hard for the most part and ended abruptly after her ex decided to repay her years of kindness by cheating on her. Looking back, the marriage had been over for quite a while, but Angela, being the committed and loving woman she was, hadn’t been ready to give up, not until he crossed that line, which, in a way, made it so much easier to move on.

Angela was short in stature at just over 5 feet and had a curvy physique with large, full breasts, a shapely, round ass, and a stomach that, although it wasn’t flat, was toned. She was strong after discovering CrossFit 6 years before the divorce and finally finding a place she belonged. She went regularly and gradually became one of the strongest ladies at the gym with traps to die for and thighs that could produce a vice-like grip. Her short, naturally wavy chocolate hair was normally confined to a ponytail, but when it was left down, it framed her heart-shaped face with her mischievously twinkly eyes and brilliant smile.

The divorce had taken almost 2 years to complete. Angela, during that time, had blossomed from the shy and self-conscious wreck her ex had left her into a confident woman who knew she was sexy. The one thing that Angela now craved was the sexual experiences she felt she had missed out on with the ex. Sex with him had been a very one-sided affair.

Although the same age as Angela, her ex had several issues that caused performance problems to the point where ejaculation would take hours to achieve. He was always horny and expected sex every night, and being the dutiful wife, Angela would always agree. The same routine would play out repeatedly, with the ex barely trying to satisfy Angela and never once making her climax. She would then spend hours having unfulfilling intercourse, giving blow jobs, and playing with different toys to try to help her ex cum. Angela had been very inexperienced before meeting her ex and had been very sexually repressed, being well into her 20s before she knew what an orgasm even was, and so, she didn’t question the sexual relationship she had and thought that it was normal.

A couple of years before he finally cheated, the ex started talking of fantasies he had of sharing Angela with another man. Angela, having been made to feel so unattractive by the comments and actions of her ex, couldn’t imagine ever being able to do such things and was utterly bemused and somewhat upset by the idea. The ex took no notice and often started talking through his latest fantasy as Angela was attending to his needs. He also started to read stories from Lush that he thought would encourage Angela to try what he wanted, and to a point they did.

Angela started to read these stories frequently and quickly realised how one-sided her sexual relationship was with her ex, but the insecurities were there, and she still never thought she’d ever have the courage to try any of her ex’s fantasies. She also had no idea how to try to get her ex to tend to her needs; she tried giving subtle hints and encouragement when she felt bold enough to do so, but they fell on deaf ears.

It wasn’t long after Angela started to consume the fictional stories from Lush that a strong and very attractive young man approached Angela at a small gym gathering. It was just a chore group of regulars who all got on well, eating food, drinking alcohol, listening to music, and playing silly games. Angela always enjoyed these gatherings, but always felt like the chubby old lady in comparison to the younger and skinnier women who always seemed to glow during exercise.

Angela was sitting, watching and laughing as a few of the girls danced and acted silly, wishing she could be so carefree. She barely noticed as Marious sat down close beside her, not until his thigh pressed up against hers, and she turned to see him smiling at her. She gave a quizzical look and was shocked when Marious leaned in and whispered in her ear that she was the most stunning lady and, if it wasn’t for Angela’s ex, he would be trying to make a move on her. As he did this, his hand slid down to her thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. The heat rose inside Angela instantaneously, and a throb between her legs that she’d never experienced at her ex’s touch began. Her knickers were suddenly drenched as her juices began to flow. Angela couldn’t believe that this gorgeous young man would single her out and want her over everyone else at the gym. Not really knowing what to say, Angela smiled and thanked Marious for his kind word,s but said that nothing could come of it as she was married.

On returning home to her ex, Angela decided to tell him what Marious had said, and it drove him wild. He immediately took Angela to bed and, finding her wetter than she ever normally was, dived straight in and fucked her hard. The ex commented on what he wanted Marious to do to Angela and came in record time for him. Angela knew that she would never do anything with Marious, even though she found him very attractive. She knew he was a ladies’ man, sleeping with many women, and he was also very indiscreet. The idea of the animalistic sex Angela knew he would provide got her soaking, but she knew she needed a connection with any man she was to sleep with.

Fast forward a couple of years, and Angela had finally lost patience with her ex. She had realised the way he treated her in all aspects of their relationship was far below what she deserved and, having read so many stories on Lush, had realised how unfulfilling her sex life had been her whole life. She came home one evening after a great session at the gym to find her ex sitting in his usual place, watching TV, with nothing ready for dinner, and something clicked inside her. Angela finally asked the question she had been wanting to ask for months, “Do you still love me?”

The ex turned to look at her, crumpled and with tears in his eyes, and stated that he didn’t know anymore. Angela felt like she’d been punched in the gut and recoiled. She had stood by this man through illness, injury, and mental health problems and, for the most part, had been taken for granted, made to feel that she wasn’t doing enough and that all their issues were of her making. She had tried everything to make him happy and couldn’t understand how he could not love her anymore when, despite all his issues, she still loved him. The ex said he wanted to work on their marriage and suggested that they try counselling. Angela agreed but stipulated he had to prove to her that he wanted to fight for the marriage by organising the counselling himself.

Angela found several different suitable options and forwarded them to him and said she would go with whichever option he was most comfortable with. After a week, nothing had been booked. Angela asked why and received another punch to the gut when her ex revealed that he’d met another woman and had slept with her. He blamed Angela for his actions, saying that she was unfulfilling in bed and would leave him alone most evenings to go to the gym, leaving him lonely.

After the initial shock, Angela quite quickly felt relief. By his cheating on her, it showed her what little respect he had for her, and she never once questioned her decision to kick him out of the house, no matter how much he begged and apologised and swore he’d seen the error of her ways. She held firm and, after a long, drawn-out process, was finally rid of her ex. As part of the settlement, Angela had managed to retain the joint house. It was the best she could do; her ex had assets but also had more family money and was able to hide these. If Angela had relented and sold the house, he would have claimed a much greater percentage and left her with almost nothing. She dug her heels in and eventually, with the help of her parents, secured the house, but it just reminded her of her ex.

As the divorce proceedings were drawing to a close, and she knew the house was hers, Angela made plans to make the place hers. There was a small amount of money left from what her parents had generously given her, and she decided to put this towards redecorating the house, starting with the lounge and main bedroom, which she had barely set foot in since they separated. Angela was energised and excited and, with close friends, found new furniture to replace the old. Angela dismantled her marital bed, which she managed to sell, and ripped out all traces of her ex from the two rooms. She found wallpaper, and slowly, images formed of how she wanted the rooms to look. Angela worked almost solidly day and night for a week to transform these two rooms before her new furniture finally arrived. She was overjoyed when the furniture had been delivered and the vision she had for the two rooms came to be a reality. She could finally relax in her own home, and it felt like hers.

The only thing she hadn’t been able to sort out was a new wardrobe for the bedroom. What had been there was relatively new but had been shoddily installed by the ex and wasn’t really fit for purpose, plus it just reminded her of him, so it had to go. Angela looked long and hard to find the right wardrobe and eventually came across a small company on the internet. She put in an inquiry and quickly got a response back from Fredrico, and Angela booked an appointment at the showroom to see him.

On entering the showroom, Angela was surprised when a young, muscular man introduced himself as Fredrico. From the emails and brief phone conversation Angela had had with Fredrico, Angela had assumed him to be close to her age if not slightly older, but here stood a young and strapping man shaking her hand. His eyes twinkled, and his smile was easy and welcoming. He was smartly dressed in a casual way, but it was evident that he looked after himself. His tight jeans hugged his muscular thighs and calves, and the polo shirt he wore was tight over his firm chest and impressive biceps. He greeted Angela warmly and showed her to his office, where they discussed her requirements.

Fredrico had an easy confidence about him, and Angela couldn’t help but be attracted to him. They talked and talked, and Angela found herself opening up to this complete stranger, telling him things she would never reveal to anyone other than her closest friends. There was something so disarming and reassuring about him that Angela just felt comfortable, and the same could be said for Fredrico, as he too seemed to open up to her. Before she knew it, 3 hours had passed, and she was soaking wet, but, being the inexperienced and sexually repressed woman she was, she had no idea how to broach the subject with Fredrico. They hugged as they said their goodbyes, and Angela inhaled his intoxicating scent before leaving hornier than she thought she’d ever been.

On returning home, Angela immediately went to her bedroom and climbed into her brand-new, king-sized bed. She could still feel Fredrico’s grip around her and smell his scent. Angela closed her eyes, and her fingers found their way to her hot core. She couldn’t believe how wet she found herself, and the throbbing between her legs radiated out. She gasped as her fingers ran across her slick folds and grazed her clit, which was already swelling. Images of Federico ran through Angela’s mind: the whispering kiss she wished he had planted on her neck as they hugged goodbye, the way he’d looked at her with hunger in his eyes, and the weight of him as he’d pushed her back against his desk as he’d kissed her so passionately on the lips. She imagined his hands roaming all over her body, fingers grazing across her hard nipples through her top, a firm grip as he lifted her effortlessly onto the desk and spread her legs so he could get closer to her.

Angela was driving herself wild. The fingers between her legs were switching from rubbing and squeezing her sensitive clit to being buried deep inside her, stroking at that spot her ex had never discovered. Her other hand ran over her large breasts and teased and pulled at her nipples, which had become hard as bullets under her attention. Angela was breathing heavily, glowing with sweat, and her hips were moving to their own rhythm. Fredrico had stripped her naked by now and had sunk to his knees. His grip was firm but gentle on her thighs as he kissed his way up to her molten core, and then his lips found her slick, wet folds, and his tongue lapped. Angela screamed and came just at the thought of him licking her. Her thighs clamped around her hand, and warm, sticky juices flowed from her slit. Her breathing was ragged, and she was seeing pops of light.

Angela had never experienced a climax like it before, but the idea of Fredrico going down on her had switched something in her, and she was like a woman possessed. She kept the image of Fredrico’s face firmly planted between her thighs and kept pumping her fingers into her now dripping slit. She climaxed again as images of herself coating Fredrico’s face with her juices filled her mind.

Angela was breathing hard now, and the bed was soaked in sweat and her cum. Her hand was aching and sticky with her juices, but she craved more. She fumbled with her bedside drawer and pulled out her vibrator. It was thick and about 6 inches long. Normally, she’d take it easy, using lube and gradually pushing the vibrator inside her, but not tonight. Fredrico had now risen to his feet and was standing between her thighs, giving her a passionate kiss, and Angela could feel the solid head of his cock at her entrance. Angela was so wet that, after rubbing the tip through her drenched folds, the vibrator slid straight in as, in her mind, Fredrico pushed in, burying himself deep inside her. Angela gasped, and he slowly withdrew before thrusting back in slowly but deeply. She worked the vibrator at the same pace, gradually building up speed, and before long, Fredrico was pounding into her until he claimed her completely, filling her with his hot sticky cum. Angela was moaning and writhing, and as she imagined the feeling of those first ropes of cum coating her inner walls, she erupted with the strongest climax of her life and nearly passed out. It took several minutes for Angela to calm her breathing and to regain the coordination to remove the vibrator from between her soaked thighs. The next thing she remembered was waking up several hours later, sticky and cold with a warm, dull ache at her centre.

Angela was confused by her reaction. She had never felt anything like she did the night before and had never climaxed more than once when playing with herself, but over the next couple of weeks, images of Fredrico kept filling her mind. Several times, she climaxed thinking of him taking her. During this time, she was in contact with him, discussing different design ideas until the time came when she needed to decide.

Angela had yet another intense orgasm picturing Fredrico taking her from behind while bending her over his desk, and she decided there and then she was going to try to turn the fantasies into a reality. She knew from their chats that he was single. Angela decided that attempting anything at the showroom was not safe. There was no guarantee they wouldn’t be disturbed by staff or another client, and although the idea of being watched or caught turned Angela on immensely, she decided her first sexual experience since the divorce should be a bit safer, and so she formed a plan. The next morning, Angela emailed Fredrico and asked if he’d be able to bring a couple of different samples of materials and door handles to her property, using the excuse of having trouble visualising the final product without seeing them in the room. She quickly got the response she was hoping for, and they arranged an early evening appointment after Angela had finished work for the week.

Friday finally arrived, and Angela had barely been able to concentrate at work. On more than one occasion, she’d been caught daydreaming, and she hoped that nobody could smell her arousal or see how hard her nipples were. She managed to get a slightly earlier finish and rushed home to shower and prepare for her seduction. Promptly at 6 pm, there was a knock at the door, and Angela tried to act casual as she opened the door to find Fredrico standing smartly dressed in his work polo and tight jeans with that easy smile on his face and smelling divine. Angela had chosen a simple, casual summer dress that flattered her figure and showed off her traps and full breasts. The lacy bra under it struggled to conceal her nipples, which were hard and protruding through the thin fabric, and the matching thong she wore was already drenched with her arousal, and her juices were starting to run down her thighs. She hoped she wasn’t too obvious when she greeted Fredrico, hugging him after he entered and had placed the sample bags on the floor.

Angela and Fredrico had an easy conversation for a few minutes, with Angela offering him a drink. He asked for a glass of water and took a long, slow drink from the glass when she handed it to him. Fredrico then moved the subject to that of the wardrobes and asked to see the room. Angela laughed nervously and offered to help carry the samples for him, but he insisted on Angela showing him the way. Shakily, Angela climbed the stairs, trying to be sexy without making it too obvious that she might have other plans in mind. Her mind raced, wondering where his eyes were looking and if he had any idea of what she intended to happen.

She flicked on the light to her bedroom and walked to the neatly made bed and perched on the end as Fredrico carried the sample bags in and placed them on the floor. He looked around and admired the work that Angela had carried out herself. He praised the quality of the finish she’d managed to achieve, seeming genuinely impressed, which made Angela beam with pride. Fredrico quickly got down to business and took the samples Angela had requested out from the bags, holding first one sample and then another up against the wallpaper. Angela took the opportunity to slide off the bed, allowing her dress to ride up slightly as she got down, and made no effort to stop it from revealing her toned thighs. She saw Fredrico notice the look, a couple of beats longer than just a look, and she knew he was interested.

Angela moved closer to him, taking a sample from Fredrico and asking him to get the handles out for them to look at. He immediately did as requested, and for a few short minutes, they stood close to each other, placing one sample and handle up to the wallpaper before repeating with the others. Each time they moved, his arm would graze against hers, and once brushed ever so lightly against the side of her breast, causing Angela to let out the faintest gasp. Embarrassed, she flushed bright red and tried to cover the gasp with a cough, but caught the quizzical look Fredrico gave her out of the corner of his eye. Angela returned to sit on the edge of the bed, and as she climbed onto it, the bottom of her dress again rose, revealing more of her shapely thighs. Fredrico had turned to watch her, and his eyes lingered on the toned flesh revealed, and Angela saw him swallow hard, licking his lips.

The heat was rising within Angela, and the throb between her thighs grew ever more insistent. Her nipples hardened even more as the tension in the room rose. After a few seconds, Angela spoke, snapping Fredrico back to the present and to focusing on Angela’s face. She informed him of her decision, then, with a slightly shaky voice, asked Fredrico if he could help her with another issue she was having. Fredrico lifted a questioning eyebrow, and in response, Angela’s gaze dropped to the bulge in his tight jeans. At the same time, she leaned back ever so slightly and spread her legs just the smallest amount. Angela went to speak, but it was as if the movement of her legs had flicked a switch in Fredrico; he closed the distance between them before the words had formed.

Fredrico stood at the corner of her bed between her thighs, and the look of sheer lust he gave Angela sent a shiver down her spine. His hands came up, cupping the sides of her face and neck, and he gently bent his head till their lips finally met. The kiss was soft at first, with two pairs of warm, smooth lips tentatively meeting. The heat quickly rose, and the pressure between their lips quickly increased as the need between them heightened. Within seconds, their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths with an urgency Angela had never experienced before, and she moaned into him. Angela’s hands now rose to the back of Fredrico’s neck, pulling him in tighter and deepening the kiss further.

They kissed passionately, hungrily, for several seconds before Fredrico’s hands started to explore Angela. They slowly ran down her neck and over her well-defined traps before travelling further down to her large breasts, tipped with stiff peaks. Angela gasped as Fredrico’s fingers ran over her hard nipples for the first time and arched her back, pushing her breasts more firmly into his touch. Fredrico groaned into the kiss before breaking it and admiring Angela’s bullet-hard nipples through her clothes as he began to really play with them, pinching them between his fingers and thumb, cupping and squeezing both her breasts, and grazing his nails over the hard buttons that protruded. Angela had never experienced anything like it; her ex had almost completely ignored her breasts. Her breathing was ragged, coming in pants, gasps, and groans. Her mouth hung open as she watched as Fredrico worked her nipples. Angela’s hips were rocking, and her knickers were completely soaked, as was her dress and the bedding beneath. Fredrico kissed and nuzzled Angela’s neck and further down her body, releasing more gasps and moans from her as he slowly sank to his knees.

Fredrico was now kneeling between Angela’s thighs with Angela lying back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows. Her face and neck were flushed a deep red, and her short hair stuck to her face and neck, her skin glowing with sweat and excitement. Fredrico could see that Angela’s thighs were glistening with her excitement and that her dress was soaked through where she sat on it. The sight of her toned thighs trembling and glistening with desire made Fredrico lose all self-control. He groaned loudly as he leaned forward, inhaling the aroma of Angela’s arousal and pushing her thighs further apart. Her dress rose higher, revealing the lacy thong she wore that was soaked in her juices, and Fredrico ran his tongue the full length of her soaked slit. Angela’s lips were already puffy with arousal, and as Fredrico licked, he pushed her thong between her lips. Angela, having never experienced anything like this before, was overcome and came as Fredrico licked at her soaked snatch a second time. She cried out, trembling, with her legs clamping around Fredrico’s head, and Fredrico kept licking her, trying to capture all her juices that flowed so freely from her.

As Angela’s climax subsided, Fredrico sat back, looking her straight in the eyes, and told her he needed to see her. Angela, whose eyes were wild with lust, just nodded while trying to regain her breath. She lifted her hips, allowing Fredrico to lift her dress from under her and to pull her drenched thong slowly down her thigh, sending further shivers running through her. With her thong removed, Fredrico leaned in, kissing her intimate lips before standing. He took hold of the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head, Angela lifting her arms to assist in its removal. Fredrico stood and admired the vision in front of him, groaning his approval. He leaned in for another deep and demanding kiss as his hands ran all over her body before they moved to release the clasp of her bra. Angela let the straps of her bra fall before letting the garment drop to the floor. Fredrico stood and stared at this beautiful woman, completely naked, sitting before him, and gave an appreciative moan.

Angela could see how tight Fredrico’s jeans had become and moved to undo the fastening, but Fredrico stopped her and insisted this was all about her before cupping her naked breast with his hands. He bent to take first the right nipple into his mouth and then the left with its crystal-encrusted piercing. Angela could only moan and gasp as Fredrico tweaked one nipple at a time between his thumb and finger while the other was sucked and gently nibbled on by his mouth. Angela’s hands were in his hair, tugging and pulling him in close as she squirmed and trembled under his touch.

Fredrico could no longer contain himself; he needed to taste Angela unobstructed. He again sank to his knees, keeping eye contact with Angela as he kissed his way down over her toned stomach to her mound. Angela had a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair on her mound with everything else smoothly shaved. Her lips were a decent size and tucked up. They were pink, swollen, and wet with her arousal, and Fredrico licked his lips at the sight before diving in, eliciting a needy whimper from Angela’s lips. Fredrico groaned into her at the first unrestricted taste and began to feast on her. Angela was propped up on her elbows, watching in awe as this man dined on her snatch. Fredrico tried to maintain eye contact with her, but the pleasure was overwhelming him, and his eyes closed as he focused all his attention on Angela and her dripping hole. He alternated from running his tongue the entire length of her slit, flicking his tongue over her clit, diving his tongue in as deep as he could, fucking her with it, and sucking and nibbling on her clit.

Angela could no longer hold herself up and slumped back onto the bed, groaning and writhing in ecstasy. Her hands again found Fredrico’s head, and she held him tight, tugging and grabbing at his hair as her hips ground into his face. Angela’s entire body was trembling, and her breathing was coming in ragged gasps and incoherent curses. Fredrico could tell she was close to another climax and was impatient to witness the spectacle. He shifted his weight slightly and ran his hands up the inside of Angela’s thighs. His right hand went to her snatch, teasing her entrance as he continued to lick and suck her lips and clit; the left hand continued up across her stomach to her breasts to play with each nipple in turn. Angela groaned and writhed as Fredrico inserted two fingers into her hot, tight snatch and curled them upwards as his lips clamped around her engorged clit, flicking his tongue as he sucked. He dragged his fingers over that soft, squishy spot for only a few seconds as he worshipped her clit before Angela went completely rigid, then exploded in violent convulsions that dislodged Fredrico’s mouth from her snatch. She was flailing about, head thrashing as her body convulsed and her cunt clamped around Fredrico’s fingers over and over.

Angela could barely breathe, and after the contractions from the most extraordinary climax she had ever felt subsided, she could only lie there trying to regain her composure. Fredrico, pleased with his accomplishment, gently removed his fingers from Angela’s snatch before carefully climbing on the bed next to Angela, effortlessly pulling her further onto the bed so she would be more comfortable. He held her and kissed her face and neck as she slowly calmed down and her breathing returned to normal. Angela turned to look at Fredrico, and he just smiled and told her how beautiful she was. Angela rolled onto her side so she was facing Fredrico and gently kissed him and thanked him for such an experience. They continued to kiss, and the heat began to rise again. Angela’s hands were now able to explore Fredrico for the first time, and she ran her hands all over his body, feeling the strength contained in his muscles. She ran her hands down over his polo and began to tug at the bottom of it to release it from his jeans. His hands gently gripped hers as he looked at her, softly telling her she didn’t need to do anything further, but she insisted. She gave him a deep and needy kiss as she pulled his polo up and over his head, stopping to admire his body. Fredrico had bronze skin with soft blond hair covering his arms. His chest and abs were well defined and completely smooth, and his nipples were small and hard. It was Angela’s turn to give a needy moan as she pushed Fredrico to lie back on the bed, kissing him deeply as she did so. Her hands roamed all over his body before finding his nipples and gently teasing them with her nails, pinching them, and gently scratching them.

Fredrico was now the helpless one and watched as Angela slowly kissed and nipped her way down his body. She stopped at his nipples, nibbling and sucking each one in turn before travelling further south to his belly button and beyond. Fredrico was panting as Angela reached the waistband of his jeans, and his breath caught as she ran her hand down over the tight bulge in his trousers. His eyes closed, and his hips bucked as she toyed with his package, rubbing and squeezing it before finally undoing the button and zip that restrained him. Fredrico lifted his hips as Angela took hold of the waistband of his jeans and boxers and tugged them down his thighs. His cock hung free, rock-hard and throbbing, making a thudding sound as it hit his abs. Angela threw his jeans and boxers onto the floor before turning to admire his 7-inch, girthy, circumcised cock. Its head was red and leaking pre-cum; the veins were throbbing. 

Angela knelt between his legs, and his breath caught as she took hold of his meat for the first time. Angela gently gripped his cock in her fist, which she ran from base to tip, where she collected the pre-cum, swirling her hand over the head of his shaft before reversing the action. She repeated this process several times, her grip steadily tightening around his manhood and pulling more urgently with each stroke. Fredrico’s hips were thrusting in time with the rhythm set by Angela’s fist, and his breathing was becoming ragged. Angela locked eyes with Fredrico as she slowly, teasingly lowered her face and mouth till it hovered just above his pulsing prick.

The mischievous twinkle in her eye sent a needy shudder through Fredrico as she extended her tongue and licked the tip of his leaking cock. They both groaned at that first lick, and Angela was now the one to lose control. She parted her lips and sucked Fredrico’s cock deep into her mouth, moaning her appreciation as she went. She slowly withdrew until just the tip was between her lips before immediately sucking him deep again. Fredrico groaned, and his hips twitched and thrust upwards involuntarily while staring in wonder at this woman. Her hair had fallen across her face, sticking to her sweat-soaked skin. Fredrico reached to push her hair back so he could see her face as she devoured him. She was gradually picking up speed, wanking what cock she couldn’t get in her mouth in time with her blow job, expertly swirling her tongue around his rigid shaft. Saliva ran from the corners of her mouth as she sucked and swirled, each time taking more of his manhood into her mouth and down her throat until she was reaching the root of his prick.

Fredrico had never experienced anyone so easily able to take all his cock and was fighting the instinct to thrust up into Angela’s mouth. Angela continued to suck his throbbing member until he lost the battle, and his hips began to thrust. By now, Fredrico was panting and trembling and barely able to keep control, which caused Angela to gag on his meat as he thrust deep into her throat.

Angela coughed and gagged slightly as she let his cock slip from between her lips. She looked him in the eyes.

“I need to feel you inside me,” she said. Fredrico groaned, only to be willing to oblige. He sat up, grabbed Angela by the waist, and rolled her onto her back. She gave no resistance, and as Fredrico climbed on top of her, she willingly spread her legs as wide as she could. Fredrico leaned forward, kissing her passionately as his throbbing cock rubbed against her soaked cunt. He rolled his hips back and forth, running his prick through her slick folds, drawing gasps and moans from Angela’s lips. Angela broke the kiss and looked pleadingly into his eyes and muttered one word, “Please.”

Fredrico didn’t hesitate and thrust up, sheathing his sword into her dripping hole, Angela crying out in pleasure. He stilled, buried to the hilt in her snatch, feeling her warm, tight walls contract around him, and then he began to move. Angela was looking on in amazement as their two bodies joined. Fredrico began to move, slowly at first, drawing his meat almost all the way out before slowly embedding it deep into her snatch. Angela was already trembling with need, and as he picked up the pace, her hips matched his rhythm. Before long, they were fucking each other at a fervent pace, long deep strokes punctuated by the smacking of their skin as they collided.

The sight of Angela fucking him back was indescribable for Fredrico. He’d never seen a woman so lost in the throes of passion. Her hair framed her face, which was slick with sweat and flushed with desire. Her breasts bounced crazily as she fucked him back with all she could. Angela was breathing heavily now, and her entire body was trembling, and Fredrico could sense she was close to another climax as her rhythm was beginning to falter. He increased the speed and ferocity of his thrusts and told her to cum. The word was no sooner out of his mouth, and Angela went rigid, then screamed as convulsions racked her body. She was shaking uncontrollably, her head snapping from side to side, her hands grabbing at the bedding drenched in their combined sweat and her love juices.

Fredrico had to hold on tight to stop from being thrown off, and the strength of the contractions drew a loud groan from deep within him. As Angela calmed, she started to grind her hips into him again.

She looked into his eyes and pleaded with him one last time, “Fill me up; I need to feel you, all of you.”

The desperate look in her eyes and her pleading lit a fire deep within Fredrico. In one swift movement, he rolled onto his back, taking Angela with him, his sword never leaving her soaking sheath. Angela braced her hands on Fredrico's muscular chest as he drew his feet in under him and began to thrust deep into Angela’s cunt. The wet sounds they were producing were obscene, and the smell of sex was intoxicating.

Angela was constantly moaning and doing her best to match each of Fredrico’s thrusts as he grunted with each forceful movement. Fredrico was so deep, and Angela’s walls were so tight and warm, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Angela was trembling again, movements becoming jerky, and Fredrico could feel her walls clenching tighter around his manhood and knew she was close. The idea of them reaching their peak together was overpowering, and Fredrico increased his pace further, his cock throbbing and swelling inside Angela. Angela could feel his prick expanding and could tell by his rapid, jerky motions he was close and begged him for his cum. He bellowed his release, thrusting up deep and hard into her wanton cunt as rope after rope of cum coated her insides. Fredrico’s explosive release triggered Angela’s climax, and she convulsed and screamed uncontrollably on top of him.

Angela lost her grip on his chest, but Fredrico was strong enough to catch her and lower her to his side as she twitched and gasped for breath. Fredrico rolled onto his side and kissed Angela tenderly on the lips and stroked away the hair that had stuck to her face. Angela smiled weakly at Fredrico, returning his kiss as they lay with their legs still intertwined. Fredrico lay back against the pillows as Angela rested her head on his chest, completely sated, and they both quickly fell into a contented sleep.

An hour or so later, Angela awoke cold as the sweat from her earlier activities evaporated, cooling her skin. She also realised how thirsty she was and decided to get a glass of water to drink. Fredrico was still sleeping, so Angela gently uncurled his arm, still holding her to him and slipped off the bed. She stood for a few seconds admiring his sleeping form with a smile on her face before gently padding out of the bedroom and down into the kitchen to get a glass of water from the fridge dispenser.

As Angela was closing the cupboard door where the glasses were kept, she jumped in surprise as Fredrico had silently made his way down after her and was standing naked before her. Fredrico smiled and apologised for making her jump before gently pulling Angela into him for a kiss. Angela chuckled embarrassedly as he pulled her close but quickly forgot all embarrassment as they kissed. The gentle kiss quickly deepened, and as it did so, so did the embrace they shared. Angela’s and Fredrico’s hands started to explore each other’s bodies, and Angela could feel Fredrico’s excitement building as he pushed her gently back against the cupboards.

Angela pulled back from the kiss, smiling and slightly breathless, saying that she really needed to have a drink of water. Fredrico pouted but quickly broke into a beaming smile, agreeing he too was actually really thirsty and could do with a glass of cold water. Angela reached back into the cupboard to remove a second glass before filling them both with ice-cold water from the dispenser. They each took a long drink from their glasses before Angela suggested they take a shower, as she certainly felt like a rather sticky mess and wanted to freshen up. Fredrico chuckled, stating she may be sticky but never a mess, before giving her a peck on the cheek and agreeing a shower would be good.

Angela led the way back up the stairs after refilling both their glasses, with Fredrico close behind, his eyes glued to her gorgeously round ass. After setting the glasses down in the bedroom, Angela and Fredrico entered the en-suite shower room, where Angela turned on the waterfall shower. The water cascaded down over their bodies as they entered the invigorating shower and hungrily began kissing again. After a few minutes of kissing and exploring hands, Angela broke the kiss to retrieve the shower gel. She poured a large pool into the well of her hand before beginning to work it into Fredrico’s chest. Angela worked the gel into a lather and spread it across his chest and shoulders, working all the way down each arm in turn, massaging his muscles as she went. She then worked her way down his chest and abdomen before dropping to her knees, washing and massaging down both his muscular legs in turn. Fredrico was transfixed by Angela, and his excitement was plain for her to see.

Once Angela had finished washing each of Fredrico’s legs, she stood, slowly drawing her hands up the insides of his thighs till they came to rest on his now rock-hard and throbbing cock, eliciting a groan from Fredrico. Angela slowly began to tease Fredrico, her left hand cupping and fondling his smooth, firm nuts while her right slowly stroked his impressive shaft. She leaned in and kissed him at the base of his neck as his head hung back, moaning with pleasure at the feel of her hands on him.

Fredrico’s breathing was becoming more ragged, and he began thrusting his hips in time with Angela’s ministrations. Sensing his growing excitement and feeling wicked, Angela stated, “Not just yet,” before releasing her grip on his manhood and encouraging Fredrico to turn around, producing a despairing protest from him. Angela reached for the shower gel again and began to repeat the washing and massaging process across the back of Fredrico’s shoulders and down his back. She spent a long time massaging and squeezing Fredrico’s firm, peachy ass, running her hand between his thighs to tease his nuts and perineum gently with her fingernails. Angela then once again sank to her knees to finish washing and massaging down each of Fredrico’s legs. Kneeling up, she kissed and nibbled on Fredrico’s firm buttocks while she encircled him with her arms and resumed teasing his prick and balls. It wasn’t long before Fredrico was groaning and panting again, and Angela could no longer resist. Angela encouraged Fredrico to turn to face her, making eye contact with him. She extended her tongue and licked the tip of his throbbing prick, capturing the large droplet of precum that had formed. Both groaned in pleasure.

Angela licked from the root of Fredrico’s cock along the underside all the way to the tip, where she was rewarded with another droplet of precum, which she swallowed greedily, humming her pleasure. She traced her tongue around the head of his throbbing beast, exploring every inch, ridge, and vein. As she did this, she cupped his firm testicles, rolling them in her palm and teasing them and his perineum gently with her nails. Fredrico watched transfixed, and his knees nearly buckled as Angela’s warm, soft lips hungrily enveloped his manhood. She quickly swallowed nearly all his seven inches, her wickedly mischievous eyes watching every reaction. Angela slowly withdrew, her tongue swirling around his cock before swallowing him again. She kept bobbing her head at a steadily increasing pace, her tongue constantly swirling, and the suction slowly increasing. Saliva was dribbling from the corners of her mouth as she expertly sucked him, and Fredrico could now feel her throat tighten around the tip of his cock as Angela had worked his full length into her mouth.

Fredrico couldn’t believe the exquisite feel of Angela’s mouth on him, and his hands entangled with her hair as his head hung back. Fredrico was panting and groaning constantly, his thighs were trembling, and he began to gently thrust into Angela’s mouth as his cock throbbed and twitched inside it. Angela could sense he was close and moaned and hummed her encouragement, and after another couple of thrusts, Fredrico roared as he released spurt after spurt of thick ropes of cum down Angela’s throat. Angela quickly swallowed all she could, then licked Fredrico’s spent cock clean before rising to her feet, licking her lips as she went.

Fredrico was breathing heavily, leaning against the wall of the shower as she rose, but as she got to her feet, he pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Fredrico’s tongue explored her mouth, tasting himself. It was now Fredrico’s turn to reach for the shower gel; returning the favour, he began to wash and massage Angela. He worked down each arm in turn before washing her chest and abdomen, spending plenty of time making sure her breasts and nipples were thoroughly clean. By the time Fredrico moved on further down her body, Angela’s nipples were rock-hard, and she was trembling and panting with anticipation. Fredrico now sank to his knees and washed down each of Angela’s legs. His fingers grazed her folds, and he leaned in close, blowing gently across her lips as he did so. As he rose to his feet, he ran his hands up her inner thighs and teased her slit and clit while trailing kisses down her neck and across her collarbone.

Angela’s cunt was dripping with her juices, and her hips were trying to grind on Fredrico’s hands, but he wouldn’t let her. “Now you know how it feels,” he said, grinning as he gently turned her away from him. Fredrico then reached for the shower gel again and began to massage and wash Angela’s incredible traps and down her back and sides, occasionally reaching around to squeeze her large breasts and tease her nipples. As he worked his way lower, he kneaded and squeezed Angela’s round ass as he dropped to his knees. Fredrico worked his way down each of Angela’s muscular legs before working back up to her dripping slit. He toyed with her, running his fingers through her folds and teasing her clit before leaning in and licking the entire length of her soaked hole.

Angela groaned needily and pushed her ass back into Fredrico’s face, causing him to chuckle before inserting his tongue deep into her cunt and beginning to vigorously fuck her with it. It wasn’t long before Angela’s legs were trembling so much that she had to brace herself with her arms planted on the wall of the shower. She was producing a continuous garbled stream of groans, moans, and curses when Fredrico brought his fingers into play, pinching, squeezing, and rubbing her clit. Angela shrieked as a flood of juices gushed from her, and her legs buckled. Fredrico caught her in his strong arms and gently lowered her to the floor as tremors ran through her body. He kissed her gently on the forehead and stroked her hair as she recovered from an amazing climax.

As Angela calmed and her breathing returned to normal, Fredrico climbed to his feet and offered his hand to Angela to help her stand. As she rose, Fredrico’s excitement was plain to see as his throbbing, rock-hard cock nearly smacked Angela in the face as she stood. The sight of it sent a thrill running through her body. Angela turned, planted her hands back against the shower wall, and looked over her shoulder. “Fuck me,” was all she said. Fredrico didn’t need any further instructions. He gripped her hip with one hand while the other guided his rigid prick to her entrance, and he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one movement before pausing for a second.

The intrusion made them both moan loudly, then Fredrico began to move. He withdrew, so just his tip remained before slamming back into Angela. Fredrico started off slowly with his hands firmly holding Angela’s hips, fingers digging in, but he soon worked up a rapid pace, and Angela met each thrust with a thrust of her own. She was panting and groaning, and her legs were beginning to tremble again.

She could feel Fredrico’s cock growing and pulsing inside her. Angela cried out, “Oh God, fill me up.”

Two more thrusts, and Fredrico bellowed and collapsed onto Angela’s back as he fully impaled his cock into her. It erupted with ropes of cum, coating her inner wall. Fredrico’s eruption was all it took. Angela cried out as her body began to spasm and her walls milked Fredrico’s cock for all they were worth.

Angela and Fredrico stayed like this for a few minutes as their breathing returned to normal, the tremors subsided, and Fredrico’s cock slowly shrank before sliding out of Angela’s well-fucked hole. They took a few minutes to wash each other off again before exiting the shower and drying each other with big fluffy towels. Angela wrapped a towel around her wet hair before leading Fredrico back into the bedroom and climbing into bed. Once under the sheets, they curled up in each other’s arms and kissed and chatted until they were soon both sound asleep.

Several hours later, light was creeping around the edges of the curtains as the sun was high in the sky. Angela was rousing from a deep sleep with a warm tingling between her thighs. As she regained her senses, she became aware of how wet she was seconds before realising why. Fredrico had his face buried in her snatch, dining on her for breakfast. Angela groaned needily, her hands reached into Fredrico’s hair, and her hips began to grind. Fredrico paused from his feasting to look up into Angela’s sparkling eyes.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he stated with a mischievous grin before diving back into continuing his feast. Angela was grinding her hips to the rhythm set by Fredrico’s tongue, and her juices flowed, covering his mouth and chin. Fredrico inserted two fingers into Angela’s soaking slit, curving them up to rub circles over her G-spot as he encircled her clit with his lips and tongue, sucking hungrily. Angela went rigid, crying out before convulsions racked her body and her juices flooded out.

Angela was still trembling and breathing heavily as Fredrico rose up over her body, trailing kisses up until their lips met and the tip of his solid prick pressed against her lips. Angela kissed him passionately as her hips rolled, desperately trying to capture his cock in her wanton cunt. Fredrico slowly rolled his hips, pushing in and stretching her tight walls around his impressive shaft. He used long, slow, fluid strokes to fill Angela full before reversing to leave her nearly empty. He continued this languid pace as they kissed, and their hands caressed each other’s bodies. Angela’s hips were moving in time with each of Fredrico’s thrusts, and their pace gradually increased. They moved in perfect unison, making love until they reached their peaks simultaneously, Angela milking Fredrico’s magnificent cock as her tight, juicy cunt contracted around him.