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Perhaps it was the full morning of working hard around the pool in the summer sun. Maybe it was the combintation of an adrenaline rush and sexual climax brought on by fucking the naughty, older wife of my wealthy landlord in their marriage bed while he was away. Or the comfort of that bed, nicer than any I had ever been in, with a woman who was nearly 20 years my senior with her nude body pressed against mine. But I fell asleep beside her there with my cock exposed and resting on my stomach.
I woke up from what I thought was a wet dream with the scent of sweat and sex on the sheets. The clock on the nightstand read 2:21 pm. The day had gotten away from me. As I set my feet on the floor I saw my shorts lying beside the bed on the bedroom floor. In the corner of the room was a cracked door which made its way into the master bathroom. Needing to piss, I grabbed my shorts and walked through the door to find the wife who had seduced me sitting on the toilet still undressed and sniffing her fingers.
"I'm sorry," I said. "Forgive me for intruding, I didn't know you were in here." She quickly put her hand down alongside her other hand which was tucked between her legs. My curiosity made me ask the forthright question of what she was doing. "I just woke up," she replied. "Cleaning up now. You had a lot of cum," she smiled. I chucked, "Were you inspecting it?" Blushing she shrugged, "You could say that...Want to take a shower with me?" I didn't hesitate to say yes and joined her inside the large glass shower as soon as soon as I took a much needed piss.
As we stood under the warm cascading water together, we bathed one another. Our roaming hands m*****ed and fondled each other's bodies. In the process of washing her hair, firmly running my hands through her shoulder length hair, I pulled her back to me and began kissing her passionately. "You make me feel so young and full of life again," she whispered in my ear as we melted into one another. "Even my husband can't give me what you can and make me feel this way."
She invited me to sit back and relax on the marble bench within her shower as she knelt on her knees before me. Lathering shaving cream along my balls and pubic line, she took a razor and carefully began trimming me and making me smooth. "Since you're going to be fucking me all the time," she said, "I want to feel as much of your skin against mine when we fuck."
Her words and the sensation of this act made me rock hard again. Cupping warm water in her hand, she made sure I was thoroughly rinsed, and gave my shaft and balls a tongue test to make sure she hadn't missed a spot. Seeing this wife down between my legs, serving me in so many ways from shaving me to worshipping my manhood with her mouth, made me feel so empowered. The way she looked down there and looked up at me made me think such demeaning, nasty things. Here was the rich man's wife turning out to be nothing more than abitch in heat for me to properly use. If he hadn't put her to good use, I was.
I gripped the back of her wet hair and told her to open her mouth. Immediate obedience made way for me to force my cock into her willing mouth and test the limits of her throat. I lustfully stared down into her wide open eyes, peering up into mine. Without saying words, I assumed that the look in her eyes said so many things she couldn't speak. Things like: "I've never had this size of a cock in my mouth and throat." "Please don't choke me and let me breathe at some point." "I am ultimately trusting you." "Thank you for taking control and using me and making me feel wanted."
At times, I would mercifully let her breathe and let her get out an over-excess of saliva on the shower floor. But I did not let her speak until she made me cum. After nearly 15 minutes, she managed to make me cum in her throat. Some slipped out onto her chin, but I recovered it on my fingers and fed it to her.
The rush of such an intense moment made me light headed. I had to use my upper body strength to maintain my balance in the shower, as I finished rinsing. Maybe leaving her on her knees in the shower while I just stepped out to dry off was not the most appreciative thing I could have done in the moment, but it made her all the more clingy. "Did I do a good job?" she asked following me out of the shower. "Oh yes, of course," I reassured her, "but it's getting late in the afternoon. Your husband will be home soon. So I figured..." "He won't be home for over another hour," she interrupted, "and besides I was going to wash your shorts that you worked in before you went back. Nobody is here. Just put on a robe and go down to the kitchen and have some wine with me."
Before I knew it my clothes were in the wash and I was sitting at the head of kitchen table wearing a robe with her husband's initials on it while she sat on my lap in a short white silk slip, sipping wine and getting to know one another better. Between the wine and conversation, we must have lost all track of time. For there behind us came his familiar voice asking, "So how long has this been going on?"
"Since this morning", she said. "But it's only just begun," as she went for another french kiss with me. I couldn't help but notice the poor old schmuck helplessly staring at me kissing his wife while she sat there on my lap while I sat in his seat in his robe. His weakness was evident. It was obvious that he wasn't the man I was for her. This was my shot to take control of the situation. I picked her up and sat her on the table. I faced him as I sat beside her with my robe open and my thick cock hanging down. He gawked and blushed, nervously swallowing. "You did say to treat this like it's my home," I reminded him. "And that's exactly what I intend to do."
(to be continued)
I woke up from what I thought was a wet dream with the scent of sweat and sex on the sheets. The clock on the nightstand read 2:21 pm. The day had gotten away from me. As I set my feet on the floor I saw my shorts lying beside the bed on the bedroom floor. In the corner of the room was a cracked door which made its way into the master bathroom. Needing to piss, I grabbed my shorts and walked through the door to find the wife who had seduced me sitting on the toilet still undressed and sniffing her fingers.
"I'm sorry," I said. "Forgive me for intruding, I didn't know you were in here." She quickly put her hand down alongside her other hand which was tucked between her legs. My curiosity made me ask the forthright question of what she was doing. "I just woke up," she replied. "Cleaning up now. You had a lot of cum," she smiled. I chucked, "Were you inspecting it?" Blushing she shrugged, "You could say that...Want to take a shower with me?" I didn't hesitate to say yes and joined her inside the large glass shower as soon as soon as I took a much needed piss.
As we stood under the warm cascading water together, we bathed one another. Our roaming hands m*****ed and fondled each other's bodies. In the process of washing her hair, firmly running my hands through her shoulder length hair, I pulled her back to me and began kissing her passionately. "You make me feel so young and full of life again," she whispered in my ear as we melted into one another. "Even my husband can't give me what you can and make me feel this way."
She invited me to sit back and relax on the marble bench within her shower as she knelt on her knees before me. Lathering shaving cream along my balls and pubic line, she took a razor and carefully began trimming me and making me smooth. "Since you're going to be fucking me all the time," she said, "I want to feel as much of your skin against mine when we fuck."
Her words and the sensation of this act made me rock hard again. Cupping warm water in her hand, she made sure I was thoroughly rinsed, and gave my shaft and balls a tongue test to make sure she hadn't missed a spot. Seeing this wife down between my legs, serving me in so many ways from shaving me to worshipping my manhood with her mouth, made me feel so empowered. The way she looked down there and looked up at me made me think such demeaning, nasty things. Here was the rich man's wife turning out to be nothing more than abitch in heat for me to properly use. If he hadn't put her to good use, I was.
I gripped the back of her wet hair and told her to open her mouth. Immediate obedience made way for me to force my cock into her willing mouth and test the limits of her throat. I lustfully stared down into her wide open eyes, peering up into mine. Without saying words, I assumed that the look in her eyes said so many things she couldn't speak. Things like: "I've never had this size of a cock in my mouth and throat." "Please don't choke me and let me breathe at some point." "I am ultimately trusting you." "Thank you for taking control and using me and making me feel wanted."
At times, I would mercifully let her breathe and let her get out an over-excess of saliva on the shower floor. But I did not let her speak until she made me cum. After nearly 15 minutes, she managed to make me cum in her throat. Some slipped out onto her chin, but I recovered it on my fingers and fed it to her.
The rush of such an intense moment made me light headed. I had to use my upper body strength to maintain my balance in the shower, as I finished rinsing. Maybe leaving her on her knees in the shower while I just stepped out to dry off was not the most appreciative thing I could have done in the moment, but it made her all the more clingy. "Did I do a good job?" she asked following me out of the shower. "Oh yes, of course," I reassured her, "but it's getting late in the afternoon. Your husband will be home soon. So I figured..." "He won't be home for over another hour," she interrupted, "and besides I was going to wash your shorts that you worked in before you went back. Nobody is here. Just put on a robe and go down to the kitchen and have some wine with me."
Before I knew it my clothes were in the wash and I was sitting at the head of kitchen table wearing a robe with her husband's initials on it while she sat on my lap in a short white silk slip, sipping wine and getting to know one another better. Between the wine and conversation, we must have lost all track of time. For there behind us came his familiar voice asking, "So how long has this been going on?"
"Since this morning", she said. "But it's only just begun," as she went for another french kiss with me. I couldn't help but notice the poor old schmuck helplessly staring at me kissing his wife while she sat there on my lap while I sat in his seat in his robe. His weakness was evident. It was obvious that he wasn't the man I was for her. This was my shot to take control of the situation. I picked her up and sat her on the table. I faced him as I sat beside her with my robe open and my thick cock hanging down. He gawked and blushed, nervously swallowing. "You did say to treat this like it's my home," I reminded him. "And that's exactly what I intend to do."
(to be continued)
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