It isn’t often that the two of us had the opportunity to spend a night of wonderful lovemaking on our own. Don’t get me wrong, the Saturday evenings when I would come round to your house and we would fuck while your husband sat in a chair watching us and stroking his cock were intensely pleasurable. Once he had climaxed, he would retire to the guest bedroom, and we would spend the rest of the night on your marriage bed, repeatedly bringing each other to the heights of orgasmic rapture before falling asleep, intoxicated by the perfume of our mingled body fluids. Those nights are truly magical, and we have regularly reached summits of pleasure that we could never have imagined before we met.
On those dreary weeks when we cannot be together, the delicious memory of your hot cunt gripping my cock whilst we rode to ecstasy is the subject of many a night of exquisite edging before my wife masturbates me until my orgasm sweeps through my body, and my mind explodes in the brilliant light of intense joy.
Sometimes my wife comes with me, and the pleasure of the two of you worshipping my cock and sucking my swollen balls is sensational. I especially love it when the two of you lick each other’s open pussies in a sixty-nine while I thrust deep into your hot cunt and fuck you vigorously until we all come, screaming and moaning in our mutual carnal passion.
On those nights when she doesn’t come with me, she entertains her little circle of lady friends in an orgy of lesbian sex, as she does whenever I go away. When we get back together, we like to masturbate each other whilst describing every delicious moment of our evenings of wicked debauchery, before fucking like rabbits until we explode in utter bliss.
ooOOoo
I had been invited to organise a weekend conference in my role as a public health specialist, on the problems of young people trapped in a downward spiral of self-harm and narcotic drug abuse. I had brought together a panel of speakers in areas as diverse as psychiatry and sexually transmitted infections, my own speciality, for a target audience of local politicians, counsellors, charity workers and concerned members of the general public, and I made sure that you were on the guest list.
When I arrived on the Friday morning, I took time out from all the preparations necessary for a successful and enjoyable event to request the concierge to exchange your rather basic room for my suite. After all, I knew that I would not be spending much time in my own room, and I also wanted you to have the very best, as you so richly deserved.
At the mid-afternoon coffee break, after a session that included my own brief introduction and a number of presentations on the many complex causes behind the growing problems of young people in modern society, I mingled with the delegates. When I joined at one of the service points, I took great care not to give any indication that we knew each other, and I made a show of examining your name badge.
"Mrs White," I said, loudly enough for others to hear, "I hope that you have enjoyed the conference so far. It is so good to meet people like you, who work as volunteers with unfortunate young women who are bringing up children singlehandedly."
"Please call me Annette, Professor," you replied. "Yes, it has been very interesting so far, although I struggled a bit with some of the more technical points."
"If you would let me, I would be delighted to explain further over dinner," I responded, not too eagerly, but with the right amount of professorial tone in my voice.
After an excellent dinner, during which I had been quizzed about the role of public health by the other people seated at our table, you excused yourself and said that you thought you ought to take an early night, so that you were fresh for the following morning's talks. Eager though I was to be with you, to taste the heady delights of your sweet loving, I had to continue with my subterfuge for a while longer. I joined some of my fellow presenters at the bar for a drink or two to mull over the day's sessions, and to talk over details of the round table discussion planned for the concluding session of the conference, when the panel would try to answer questions arising from the breakout groups.
The longer I tarried, the more my desire and longing increased, and when I could contain these bottled-up emotions no longer, I bade my companions goodnight, saying that it had been a long day, and that if they didn't mind, I would make my way to bed. It was about an hour after you had retired that I finally went up to my room. I quickly stripped out of my business suit, and after a wash and brush-up, put on a pair of slacks and a clean shirt. Just before I left the room, I swallowed a Cialis tablet, and, picking up a bottle of single malt and a pair of crystal tumblers, made my way to your suite. You answered the door within seconds of my knock, and as soon as I was inside the room, you threw your arms around me and, standing on tiptoe, kissed me softly on the lips.
Tender kisses soon became increasingly urgent and passionate, the caution of the day at last finding release in a rising tide of desire. Delicate butterfly kisses alternated with playful nibbles, our tongues starting their dance of sweet delight, probing and entwining in mutual exploration, lips pressed to lips, hot breath mingling in anticipation of the union of our bodies.
After several minutes of delight, you pulled away from me, and for the first time I was able to look at you, the beauty of your petite form accentuated by the silk robe you were wearing. I was excited to see the evidence of your arousal in the flush on your cheeks and heaving breasts, your hard nipples pushing invitingly against the soft fabric of your night dress.
"You look lovely, my darling," I said. "It has been such torture today to have you so close but have to behave as if we were complete strangers, not to be able to touch you or kiss you. But now at last we are alone, and I am going to enjoy every moment."
"Come and sit down in the chair with your drink," you replied in a sweetly seductive voice. "You have been working hard all day, and while you relax, I am going to entertain you. Then you can fuck me all night."
You began to dance before my entranced eyes, slowly revealing your sumptuous body until, with a twirl, you allowed your robe to fall to the floor at your feet, leaving you completely naked to my lustful gaze. Sinking to your knees with your thighs parted you began to play lasciviously with your newly shaved pussy.
“Why don’t you undo your belt and unzip your trousers and show me that magnificent animal that is struggling to get free,” you murmured in velvet tones. “I want to worship him in all his male glory until you can’t hold your orgasm back any longer and you come over my boobs and in my mouth.”
You shuffled forward until you were pressing your breasts against my knees and you were close enough to unbutton my shirt and pull my trousers and briefs down giving you unhindered access to my body. The next half an hour was delicious torture as you sucked my balls one at a time into your mouth and licked me all the way from my anus to the shiny purple head of my throbbing cock. Time after time, you brought me to the brink of orgasm, only to grip the base of my shaft firmly for a few seconds before starting the whole wonderful process again.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of the most exquisite pleasure, you sucked my swollen cockhead into your mouth. The combination of your lips sliding up and down the sensitised shaft of my rigid member, and your tongue licking that sensitive part of the frenulum just below the head, sent me spinning into an orgasm of indescribably intense pleasure, and my balls contracted and sent pulse after pulse of come along my shaft until it spurted in waves into your mouth, and over your face and boobs.
When I eventually came down to earth, I leant forward and licked your come-spattered cheeks and then as we kissed, you shared my essence with me in an act of the most wonderful intimacy.
ooOOoo
Totally spent for the moment, I rose shakily to my feet and pulled you into an embrace, savouring the feel of your warm naked flesh against mine. Still embracing, we made it safely to the bedroom, picking up the whisky and glasses as we went.
You lay back on the bed, a picture of perfect fecund womanhood, every delicious part of your divine body displayed to my lascivious gaze in carnal wantonness. My own Aphrodite, no painter could have done justice to your goddess-like sexuality.
I poured a single glass of whisky, and taking a sip, I kissed your open mouth, sharing that wonderful gift of the distiller’s art. Then, in an act of extreme decadence, I poured a small dram onto your breasts and, with two fingers, traced a line of golden liquid from the swollen nubs of your nipples, down the downy flesh of your abdomen until I reached the goal of my desire. Circling your clitoris, which was peeking invitingly from its hood, I opened wide your inner labia, those sweet petals of your beautiful flower. You were wet with arousal and welcomed my fingers as they pushed through the silky portals to your intimate treasure, which I would later plunder as we fucked.
My lips followed my fingers, and after suckling on your breasts, which made you sigh with pleasure, I kissed my way down to your lips so that I could savour your delectable nectar, which was now weeping copiously from your pulsating cunt. With the knowledge gained from the years of our love affair, using my fingers and tongue and lips in well-honed sexual artistry, I soon raised the pitch of your arousal until you were moaning in untrammelled delight as I took you closer and closer to the moment of surrender; the mind-blowing sensations cascading in waves throughout your body and mind suddenly overwhelming you transporting you to the paradise of ultimate sexual bliss.
ooOOoo
We both needed a time of calm to recover from the euphoria of our first orgasms of the night, and for perhaps half an hour we lay face to face on the bed, kissing and caressing each other’s radiant flesh. The Cialis I had taken earlier now began to take effect, and my cock was soon stirring, and as you stroked and caressed it, all seven inches of its aroused state arose from my loins, primed and ready to consummate our passion inside your heavenly cunt.
The first of the many times we fucked and crested the summits of orgasmic ecstasy together that night was urgent and brief. Flipping you over, with your gorgeously ample bum raised up in a silent invitation for me to dominate your eager body, I parted your cheeks to give me total access to your private jewels and penetrated your cunt in one swift thrust, not stopping until I was fully engulfed in your tight heat. There was no finesse to our fucking, as I pulled out and thrust hard and deep into you again and again and mauling your breasts while you shouted to me, “Fuck me harder. O god, I’m coming, fuck me harder, you magnificent beast. Oh fuck fuck fuck.”
I ploughed your cunt like a jackhammer until I came in an intense moment of indescribable pleasure, so hard it was almost painful, filling you with so much semen that it gushed from your cunt with every back stroke of my cock, soaking the sheets with a cocktail of come and vaginal secretions. As your second orgasm overwhelmed your mind in elemental rapture, you were sobbing and laughing with elation and joy.
We fucked on and off for the next couple of hours until we fell asleep, exhausted from the physical effort, but euphoric from the indescribable joy of repeated mutual orgasms of indescribable intensity. We were so perfectly matched sexually that we reached new peaks of ecstasy every time we crested the wave of carnal sensations, but that night was the most perfect night of lovemaking until then.
ooOOoo
When we woke in the morning, there was time for you to straddle my thighs and impale your cunt on my morning wood and ride me to a final wonderful climax. But then duty – and breakfast in the cafeteria called, and after a quick shower, I left you to return to my room to dress appropriately, as a sober professor should.
The following night, you rang me from home and told me that your husband had come in his pyjamas when you described our weekend of extreme sex, and wanted to know how soon I would be visiting so that, as a willing cuckold, he could watch us fucking. My experience was slightly different, only in so far that my wife and I could exchange accounts of our distinctive sexual activities before reclaiming each other in the normal fashion by fucking until we were satiated. You also asked whether my wife would like to meet up with you one day soon for an afternoon of sapphic pleasure while your husband and I were at work. I promised to let you know, but what you got up to is another erotic episode in our lives and maybe the subject of another story.
