Joel finished the work in the basement room that would be Megan’s gym. The last step was putting the white ceiling tiles in place. He’d taken the black ones down when he started at her request, as they reminded her of the room’s prior evil purpose. Putting in the new ones was a simple task, with only the edge tiles requiring minimal cutting and fitting, and another half dozen requiring holes for light fixtures and AC vents.
It was only last weekend, while painting the room, that Megan had unwittingly discovered his nascent interest in spanking. With a mixture of embarrassment and desire, he didn’t return the following day to complete the job. He’d love to repeat what they’d done but didn’t see himself as worthy of her interest, let alone affection, and was therefore unsure of how to face her again.
He’d buried the desire for spanking long ago when his girlfriend had no interest in it at all. He loved her enough that he didn’t hold it against her in any way, especially when he married her, and they had almost ten wonderful years before a suffering illness took her life.
Initially, he thought it odd that being alone in the room with the spanking bench had revived his interest. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen it, as Megan had shown him the room when she’d sought his comfort after being strapped to it and beaten into submission by her cheating bastard of a husband, Tom. He’d seen it again when, after she’d kicked the beast out, she’d asked for his help in converting the room into a gym.
It was only when he was alone in the room with it, and Megan away on an errand, that it seemed to speak to him, saying, ‘Try me!’ He pushed the thought away, but it returned, and he figured he’d probably never have the chance again, so he mounted it. After fastening three of the four straps, he allowed a fantasy to form; his beautiful neighbor spanking him playfully. And then the fantasy became reality when she returned much earlier than expected and caught him.
They’d only said a friendly hello when he returned the following Saturday to finish the room, and thankfully, she hadn’t followed him downstairs.
“Oh, Joel!” she said as she entered the completed room later, “It looks so much better!” Standing before him, she took his face in both hands, said, “Thank you!” and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
“You’re more than welcome, Megan,” he started, then added, “Listen, about the other day. I’m sorry if I …”
“Don’t be sorry!” she interrupted. “It was fun, wasn’t it?” she asked, thinking ‘fun’ didn’t begin to describe the way he’d licked her pussy after she’d spanked him.
“Yes, it was, but …”
“No buts! Well, besides yours and mine!” she giggled. “We’re two good friends having some fun together, and while my life was clearly lacking such … affection? … I suspect yours was too. So, I don’t see any harm in our enjoying each other’s company in whatever way pleases us both.”
“Are you sure? You are still married,” he replied, knowing it was a technicality at this point.
“Legally? Yes. Morally? Spiritually? No! Besides, if that lying SOB can cheat on me, then I can cheat on him as well!”
“The lying SOB could be watching you and claim adultery on your part, too, compromising your position in your divorce! That’s the only thing I’m worried about!” he lied.
“Joel. I’m not moving in with you. We’re not going to have open sex in a public park, and I’m certainly not going to take my pants down for you to spank me in my backyard! But I’ve been attracted to you since we met, and I … I like how you look at me, so can’t two friends, especially one who’s been so kind to me, have some intimate pleasure together?”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him again, with a bit more passion this time, then looked at him with questioning eyes, expecting an answer.
“Yes,” he replied simply and pulled her in for an amorous hug and kiss.
“Joel!” she cried when a hand landed on her spandex-encased ass. “Save that for later, okay? I want you to come over tonight so I can thank you properly for all the work you’ve done on my new gym! Will you come?”
“I could come right here, just holding you like this!”
“Oh, yeah?” she replied, moving both of his hands back to her ass and grinding her crotch against the bulge she felt in his jeans. “I’ll ask again. Will you come?” she asked as his defenses faltered.
“I’ll come! I’ll come!” he surrendered to her giggling face, pretty sure her double entendre was intended.
‘Yes, you will,’ she thought to herself as she watched him walk the distance between their garages. While his cute butt was definitely a physical attraction, it was his quiet strength that really drew her to him – or was it just the extreme contrast to her abusive, almost-ex-husband? She’d recalled often during the week following their spontaneous quickie the way he licked her pussy, something Tom would only rarely do because it didn’t fit with his image as the dominant in their relationship.
Wandering aimlessly around his garage, like he had some project he was supposed to be working on but couldn’t remember what, his mind raced with thoughts of being with her again. Thinking of her comment about liking the way he looked at her, he wondered if such looks were too suggestive. While he wasn’t drooling over her alluring body, he was afraid he might be too obvious with her and maybe with others? He’d always been very respectful of women and didn’t want to be seen any other way.
Eventually, he recalled what task had been nagging him. Moving his car and some boxes out of the way, he got into a neglected corner and removed two bedsheets covering the treadmill and stationary bike his wife had used. He never liked such machines, and even his wife hadn’t used them in the last two years of her life, so they sat in the garage collecting dust despite their protective covers.
He pulled them both into the middle of the floor, cleaned them up, and ensured they worked properly. They each had a pair of wheels for moving them, and he rolled them over to her garage before going around to knock on her back door.
“Joel! You just can’t stay away, can you?” she joked, giggling at his embarrassed face.
“I have something for you if you want them. By your garage,” he replied, and she followed him through her back gate to the driveway. “My wife used to use these, but I never have. They’ve just been sitting in my garage, and I thought maybe you’d like to have them for your new gym?”
“Yes! I would!” she started. “But are you sure? They were your wife’s,” she added, concerned about some sentimental value they might have.
“I’m sure. I’ll never use them, so you’d be doing me a favor by getting them out of my garage.”
“Thank you! You’re such a sweetheart!” she cried, throwing her arms around him and giving him a quick peck on the lips.
“Will you be able to help me get them down the stairs?”
“Sure!” she said and bent down to grab the back legs of the stationary bike and lifted it easily, laughing at his startled look.
They wheeled each of them to the top of the stairs and then carried them down together. She placed them facing a wall, explaining that she wanted to mount a TV opposite.
“That’s great! I was just about to order those. Now I can spend a little more money on the free weights! Thank you!” she said, hugging him and giving more than just a thank-you kiss on his lips. “Mmm,” she hummed when his arms wrapped around her and returned her passion. “I’ll see you tonight!” she said, with her expectations evident when they parted.
As the time approached, he grew increasingly nervous. His first encounter with Megan, and even the delicious kiss this afternoon, were impromptu, unexpected. As such, they had a genuine feel, but tonight would be different. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been with other women since his wife passed, but somehow Megan mattered more, and he wanted to be sure he treated her with honesty and respect, while still wanting very much to have her pleasures.
But he suspected she didn’t see him the same way, like she was just returning his kindness in the way she knew best. She’d probably consider him too vanilla for her, knowing that before her husband had pushed things too far and then cheated on her, she’d admitted to enjoying the intensity of his controlling behavior. If that was something she still desired, he’d come up short because he could never bestow such abuse on anyone, let alone the beautiful Megan.
Walking the short distance from his back door, he saw her back gate was open, inviting him into her patio, lit with strings of lights. He hadn’t seen them turned on in a while, as the fairly frequent parties they hosted ended with her kicking her husband out. As he approached the open gate, she appeared, smiling at his reaction to her appearance.
Though still doubting his appeal, he was taken aback by her enticing outfit, which drew attention to her best features. He found her visually appealing in whatever she wore, but in tight white shorts and a black crop top, she’d clearly dressed to excite without going overboard. That she’d gone up to him, put her hands on his waist, and leaned in for a gentle kiss certainly added to that appeal. He thought briefly of when he’d encountered her in nothing but revealing black underwear when this whole new chapter in her life started, and thought she looked every bit as sexy tonight.
“Well, hello to you, too,” he replied to her welcoming kiss.
“Hello, Joel. I’m really happy you’re here. You seem a bit nervous,” she remarked, feeling it in his wooden response to her greeting.
“I’m always nervous around beautiful women,” he started. “And you look good enough to …” he added, but stopped, wondering where such a suggestive remark came from.
“Good enough to eat?” she finished for him with a devilish smile. “Save that thought!”
Taking his arm, she led him onto her patio, where two chairs and two loungers sat around a table with a fire pit in the middle. The flames sparkled in the glass beads through which they rose. A table between the chairs held an open bottle of red wine and two glasses. A bit old-fashioned, he waited for her to sit before taking the chair she offered.
“Will you pour?” she asked, handing him the bottle before he sat. “To new beginnings!” she toasted, with a grateful smile, taking a large sip. He noticed the bottle wasn’t quite full, suggesting she’d gotten a head start.
“This is a cozy patio,” he complimented. “We, um … I’ve always wanted to do something like this but never got around to it,” he said with a hint of remorse. His wife had tried several times to get him to create something similar in their yard. “You used to have parties back here often.”
“Yeah. Well. Those were all friends from that lifestyle,” she replied, her own bit of sad memories creeping into her tone.
“You don’t see those friends anymore?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound too curious.
“No. I don’t,” she started, intending that to be the final word on the subject, but something in the way he looked at her had her deciding to elaborate. “Two reasons. They all still hang out with Tom, who apparently has bad-mouthed me as having betrayed my owner.”
“Owner?” Joel questioned, aghast.
“That’s what the collar signified, Joel.”
“I didn’t know. I just thought it looked very sexy on you, but if I’d known …” he started, but didn’t know how to finish the statement.
“I was so proud when he first collared me,” she continued, feeling like there was something inside her that needed to get out. “That’s why I tolerated the, uh … the abuse that came much later,” she said as though finally admitting something to herself.
“I’m sorry, Megan,” he said, both in sympathy and because he felt like he was prying. She didn’t respond to his gesture. “You said there were two reasons,” he reminded her.
“I think I’ve finally come to grips with it. I think I might have continued in that role even after feeling unfairly punished for my mistake with you, but his cheating on me opened my eyes. I realized that other Dom/sub couples in our circle of friends had gone through that too, and I’d always wondered why the innocent party to that betrayal stayed, like it was something else they were expected to submit to. It made me wonder what else I might be expected to accept without questioning. When I kicked Tom out, I was sad about my marriage, but I also felt relief that I wasn’t one of those who’d just continue taking it no matter what he did,” she said, holding her glass up, a toast to her pride.
“Good for you!” he said, adding his glass to the toast.
“Thank you,” she said quietly. “I look back on how I was lured into and groomed for that life and can’t quite figure out why I was so easily led, but I feel happy and fortunate to be able to leave it behind,” she said with an air of finality.
Joel’s fear that she might still want that life was all but extinguished, only his lack of confidence in himself keeping it alive.
“So that’s me. Tell me about you,” she said, sitting back, a little more relaxed now that the spotlight was no longer on her.
“There’s not much to tell, I’m afraid. My wife and I were high school sweethearts and married toward the end of college. We had a perfect life for about seven years until her cancer diagnosis. We spent years trying to eradicate it, but eventually, with no hope left, we sort of accepted it and tried to live life to the fullest with what time we had left. Her last year was painful and debilitating for us both, and though I was crushed by her death, I also saw it as mercy for her suffering,” he explained.
“Oh, Joel! I am so sorry! I only knew your wife had died, but didn’t know how or when!” she said, moving her chair closer to stroke his cheek with sympathy.
“Thank you,” he replied quietly, pleased with her gesture and a little surprised that he didn’t get as choked up as he usually did when he told her story. “I’m really okay now, after a year of therapy, anyway. So I threw myself into my work as a software configuration consultant, and that about brings me up to the present. I was really happy when you moved in. We were close to the family before you, and they were very supportive, but they always reminded me of her. And now I have a beautiful and almost single neighbor!” he said, trying to end on a high note.
Wondering if his story had completely destroyed the previously hopeful mood, he decided to go for broke. Assuming she wouldn’t make any further advances out of respect, he stroked her cheek as she had his and leaned in for a short, tender kiss. She didn’t pull away, so he tried again with a bit more passion, and she responded hungrily.
She sighed as the kiss grew in both length and ardor, happy that the tone of the evening seemed to be restored. She’d already had feelings for him but had resisted acting on them, afraid it was a rebound reaction, but tonight she was hoping for more. And she felt much more now for this man’s pain, and almost guilty for being so wrapped up in her situation; she poured herself into him when he reached out to hold her. Sitting in his lap, she felt the comforting security he’d offered that first time he held her after her painful ordeal with Tom.
With one arm around his neck and the other’s hand in his hair, they kissed repeatedly, softly, generously. He’d been holding her like a babe in his arms, but withdrew the hand under her knees and placed it gently on her breast. She sighed with closed eyes at the touch, her eyes smiling when she opened them. She recalled that it had been so long since someone had treated her so gently, as though she needed to be seduced, rather than commanded.
He loved the feel of her tit in his hand, but when she reached down to pull her top up, baring both tits, he worried that the gesture suggested she wanted something more aggressive than he did.
“Megan, I …” he started, but paused, wondering if he should continue. Her eyes said it would be okay. “I – I can’t hurt you,” he confessed.
“Oh, Joel. I know. I love that you’re treating me so tenderly. It’s nice to be seduced for a change!” she said, adding a kiss for sincerity. “I don’t want any pain, but we can do almost anything else,” she added with a giggle.
With the belief that she had left that world behind, he kissed her with all the passion he could give, and she melted into his arms. His hand returned to her bare breast, caressing it lovingly and teasing the nipple. With the only other woman he’d had in the past years, he recalled feeling like he was following a script to bring her desires to the fore, but now he just let himself feel and do whatever came naturally.
Curled up in his lap, Megan’s body was responding in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. She welcomed even the slightest escalation – his hand on her breast, fingers gliding up her thigh, a gentle touch between her legs – rather than fearing what would follow each new touch. She wanted him more than she’d imagined when she offered the opportunity to express her gratitude for his kindness, and with a hand rubbing her insistently between her thighs, he showed her even more.
“Oh, that feels so good!” she sighed, having almost forgotten what such foreplay was like.
“Maybe we should go inside?”
“We don’t have to. My neighbors over there,” she said, motioning with her head, “are away for the weekend, and I don’t think the cute, single guy on the other side will mind!” She chuckled at his smile, which showed he liked her description of him. “Besides, I’ve never had sex in my backyard before, and at the very least, I’d love to have you lick me out here!” she added with a bitten lip and a sly smile.
Turning to face him in his lap, she reached for his shirt, opening it slowly, a hand sneaking inside with each open button to stroke his smooth, bare chest. He leaned forward so she could take it off and returned the favor, lifting her top off, which had already relinquished control of her tits. Moving even closer, she pressed her bare chest to his, sighing into his mouth as they both enjoyed the erotic touch.
Sliding down her sides, his hands flowed over her hips and onto her ass, taking turns wrapping around to her warm, damp crotch. Her tongue became more animated within his mouth with each new touch, moaning aloud when his hands, back on her ass, pulled her down onto the growing bulge in his shorts.
“Mmm, I think somebody wants to come out and play!” she said between multiple pecks on his lips and cheeks.
Moving back just enough to reach the button and zipper of his shorts, she opened them and peeled the fabric back enough to stroke his cock through his silk boxers, his turn to moan at her touch. She enjoyed the giving, doing what she wanted to please her man. It contrasted so with someone taking what they wanted and making specific demands in return.
Sliding off his lap to kneel at his feet, she pulled his shorts past his raised hips, discarding them on the other chair when they came off. Pulling behind his knees, she guided him to the edge of the chair, where both hands took up the cause. One stroking and the other fondling, she could feel him responding to her, his hips in sync with her fingers. Leaving one hand holding his sac, the other pulled the elastic down to release his cock from captivity. Licking her lips, she signaled what was next, but her hand was enjoying the feel of his veiny shaft, so she held back for a few more moments.
Her impatience exceeded his, and she wanted the boxers gone and his cock in her mouth while he was still enjoying the incredible hand job. The underwear was dealt with quickly, and her hands returned to their prior occupation, the direct touch appreciated by both. With his eyes closed, she decided to surprise him with her talented mouth.
“Ohh! Oh, God, Megan! That’s so good! Oh, yeah!” he cried aloud, going on and on, and forgetting he was outside where even a pedestrian on the street might hear him.
With only a couple of inches in her mouth, her tongue bathed his glans in her saliva to his continuous aural soundtrack. He got even louder with his cock in her throat, a new experience for him. Sucking, licking, and head bobbing, she had him on the edge in a couple of minutes, and after a warning he was cumming, he did, with shaking thighs and gasping breath.
“Oh my God, Megan! That was … was in … incredible!” he panted, as he held his arms out for her.
“I’m glad you liked it,” she said, understating the obvious. “I liked it too!” she added, sitting in his lap again, and appreciating such a positive response to a skill she’d been more or less forced to hone with little acknowledgment for the accomplishment. She almost told Joel how she felt, but decided comparisons, however complimentary, might affect the flavor of the evening. She wanted him to just be him, do what he would do, unconcerned with how he compared to a ghost.
“Mmm!” he hummed after a delicious kiss that was both tender and passionate. Unaware of her thoughts, he had been thinking about how he compared to her ex, but only in the sense that he would show her as much kindness as possible, presenting a stark contrast. “You are so pretty, Megan,” he said softly, his eyes darting all over her face.
“Thank you,” she said, fighting back a tear. “You did say something about looking good enough to eat,” she reminded him.
“I did! And lucky for us, I am rather hungry at the moment!” he replied, slipping a hand between her legs, noting a decidedly warmer, moister feel.
“Ooo!” she squeaked when he stood, lifting her with one arm around her back and the other still in her crotch.
“I think you’d be more comfortable lying on the lounger,” he said, putting her back on her feet. “Wait! Where’re you going?” he asked when she stepped toward it, pulling her back for a suffocating hug and a tongueful kiss, loving the feeling of their bare chests pressed so hard together. “They say half the enjoyment of a meal is in the presentation,” he said before kneeling.
Burying his face in her sacred place, his hands on her ass, pulled her in tight. She wouldn’t feel his tongue yet, but grinding his face into her crotch had her squirming.
“Oh, Joel!” she cried, loving it and wanting more. “Take them off? Please?!”
He opened the tight shorts and tugged on the waist, with her body shimmying to get them over her hips. Finally down to her ankles, he helped her step out of them and tossed them on the chair with their other clothes.
“Oh my God!” he cried when her pretty pink panties came into view. “Beautiful!” he added as he stared at them while still dealing with her shorts.
He couldn’t know she’d selected the most feminine pair she had, wanting only to feel like a woman, or a girl even, not a plaything. “Ohhh!” she gasped when he pressed his face into the satin gusset, feeling like he was doing everything just right. With her fingers in his wavy hair, she encouraged him with gentle pressure, avoiding anything that felt too demanding.
He stood and took her face in both hands to kiss her lovingly, before pulling her body to his with one hand on her ass and the other in her hair.
“Aren’t you going to take them off?” she asked when he pulled back to look in her eyes.
“Not yet. You’re just so pretty in them; I want to enjoy them a little while longer,” he said, with both hands slipping inside them to take hold of her perfect cheeks.
“Oh God, Joel,” she whispered as a single tear ran down her cheek.
“What? What’s wrong?” he asked with concern, afraid he’d done something to upset her.
“Nothing’s wrong. Nothing! Just keep doing what you’re doing. I love it more than you know!”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes! Eat me, Joel? Eat me up?” she phrased as a request.
She moved toward the lounger, and kneeling on the end first, she lowered the backrest, turned, and lay down with her legs together at first, slowly opening them as she reached out with her arms, inviting him to lie between.
Kneeling between her legs, he bent over her, and with her arms around his neck, she kissed him the same loving way he’d just done to her. He looked down to see her tits nearly flattened against her chest, just enough to hold and lick, and his hands and mouth soon took advantage. First kissing and gently kneading, he gave them the attention they deserved.
She loved the way he approached every new thing with a gentleness she didn’t realize how much she’d missed until now. She might have worried that he’d never get to the intensity she’d become somewhat used to, but the memory of their first time in the basement allayed those fears.
Comforted by her plea to just continue what he’d been doing, he let his emotions guide him as his hands and mouth eventually returned to her pretty panties. He let his fingers catch her up to where he’d left her before lying down. Stroking her silky smooth thighs and sneaking under the protection of her panties, he loved the way her body moved gracefully in response; her hips rising and falling, rocking to and fro, while sighs and whimpers told of her enjoyment.
He didn’t know she was just about to ask him to take her panties off when he hooked his fingers in the waist elastic and drew them slowly past her upraised hips, down her legs and off. His fingers returned to her mons, caressing it softly, silently telling her he loved her smoothly shaved pussy, another new and delectable feature of her exquisite body.
Her breathing accelerated instantly with the first touch of his fingers to those tender lips and between, but he sensed an impatience in her and bent down to first kiss, then lick her glistening, wet pussy. Watching him intently, she noticed his nostrils flare, his eyes close, and then a smile, indicating he liked her scent and, with a big lick, her taste, too.
“Oh, God! Oh yeah! Yeah, that’s it! That’s it!” Megan murmured, thankful that he’d noticed she wanted and needed more. Unused to slow and tender foreplay, but loving how all he did was for her alone, she was heading for a quick climax.
Just trying to give her anything she wanted, he sensed she was climbing fast, and assuming he’d have another chance, he’d let her cum as soon as she wanted. Having been warned of the impending peak, he slipped two fingers inside, curled them up, and rubbed that special spot with newfound urgency to her gasping cries. Her body, quivering with the strain of holding back, finally let go, and with trembling legs in the air, she came.
“Oh! Ohh! Oh!” she squeaked, his slurping of her milky liquor creating delicious aftershocks.
“Again?” he asked when her pleading eyes finally opened.
“Uh-huh!” she replied in a small voice, and then, “Oh God!” when his tongue resumed, ready to make good on his promise of eating her up.
“I couldn’t be happier doing this for you, Megan! And I’ll continue doing it as long as you want!” he promised.
“Oh, Joel! Just make me cum like that once more!” she said in that same cute voice, not wanting to be greedy. “Oh yeah! Eat me! Eat my pussy!” she begged when he was actually nibbling on her plump lips.
She ramped up quickly again when he found her clit, flicking it with a snake-like tongue. Lifting her hips off the lounger, she pressed her hungry pussy into his face and with her hands in his hair, she directed him where she wanted him. With his tongue extended, up and down her slit with extra attention to her clit, and withdrawn, swiping his face side to side.
With her hips raised, he slipped one hand underneath and between her cheeks, a fingertip finding the entrance to her back door. He wondered for a moment if she’d like to be taken there, as he had never done that either, and with his finger circling it, her moan told him she might like it whether she’d had it or not. With a thumb in her pussy and fingers between her cheeks, his other hand exposed her clit for him to lick, nibble, and suck, and soon her accelerated breathing told him she was close again.
Megan couldn’t believe the heights he took her to, and her body stiffened, twitching only to hold on for even more, until it hit with the force of a waterfall crashing down upon her. Her whole body shook as she fell to the seat again with intermittent shudders in response to his tongue licking her clean.
“Ohhh! My God, Joel!” she cried between labored breaths. “Hold me! Just hold me!” she pleaded as she sat up, wrapping her arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder.
She purred with his arms around her, one holding her to him and the other stroking her hair. He kissed her hair, her ear, her neck, until she finally tipped her head up, wanting one on her lips. A few short kisses between deep breaths, and her head returned to his shoulder, still wanting to be held.
“You can have more if you like?” he whispered close to her ear.
“No. Just take me to my bed and make love to me? Slow, gentle, tender love? Please?” she asked with a luscious kiss before he could answer. When she pulled back, the question remained in her eyes.
“I’d love to,” he said softly, and with his arm around her, and hers possessively around his waist, they walked inside, up the stairs, and into her bedroom.
“Welcome to my bedroom,” she said as though reclaiming the room and exorcising its demons. Tom hadn’t cared much about décor throughout the house so long as the dungeon suited his taste, but even so, she’d rearranged furniture and removed many items from the bedroom, just to make it different from before.
Sitting first, then lying back on the bed with downturned sheets, she pulled him down on top of her, loving the combined comfort of his body and the welcoming bed. Rolling them over, she landed on top of him, showering his face with grateful kisses.
“I’m so glad you came over tonight!” she said, feeling his hands on her ass and loving the unusual, for her, light touch and caress.
“I am too, Megan,” he said, pulling her body to his and feeling her smooth, bare mound against his cock.
“Mmm, I want to feel him inside me, Joel,” she said, rolling first to her side, and then on her back with his hand on her tits as he kissed and licked them. “Ohhh! Come on!” she begged when his hand slid down with fingers between her legs as he sat up.
She raised one leg until he was lying between them, then lifted the other and pressed her thighs against his waist while he ran his cock down between her lips till he found the entrance to her heaven. With one slow push, he fit inside her silken sheath, both gasping at the extraordinary feeling. “Ohhh!” they both sighed with one pull out and back in as their hips squirmed together, the incredible joining something they’d both missed for quite a long time.
Their bodies moved in beautiful, synchronous motions; her hips rising to welcome his entry and falling to create that extra bit of friction with his exit. The pace remained slow and gentle, even as their aural appreciation grew louder.
He dropped to his elbows so he could kiss her, caress her tits, and tell her how good she felt inside. She sighed her agreement, kissing him as another tear ran down her cheek. He kissed it away, assuming it was the same as before, while picking up the pace, responding to encouragement from her hips.
Their movements became more random and frantic as the momentum quickened, both surprised at how long it lasted. They were getting closer when she pulled him down on top of her, hugging him as his jerking hips kept the dream alive.
“Joel! I’m gonna cum! Cum with me!” she pleaded, and somehow he managed to hasten it even more.
“Oh, Megan!” he cried as he felt her body give, and he let go himself a few seconds later.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, sharing her body’s quaking reaction with him, feeling his heart beating against her chest. Rolling slightly, side to side, they hugged and kissed, savoring the feeling of the other’s body against their own and vaguely wondering how long it had been since they’d felt anything close to what they were feeling now.
“You’re incredible, Megan,” he said softly before kissing her tenderly.
“You too, Joel. It’s been so long since I …” she started, but stopped because she didn’t want her past to affect this beautiful present.
“Me too,” he replied simply, understanding why she stopped, as he, too, didn’t want to get into how long it had been since he and his wife had given each other so much.
Lying on their sides facing each other, fingers touched, caressed, and soothed as their eyes said what they couldn’t voice. It had been a fantastic evening, and while they both wanted it to happen again, they would leave tonight as it was, preserving the memory of recovering something precious they thought they’d lost long ago.
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What do you think? Can someone as involved in the BDSM scene as Megan leave that world like this? Will Joel be able to bring her back to genuine, gentle, sincere love? I've ended this chapter in a way that could be the end of the story, not sure if additional chapters will follow. Please remember to 'Like,' 'Favorite,' and comment on my story if you liked it and ... THANKS FOR READING!!
