Teegan and Michael A Chance of Fate Part 1 of 2
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When Michael woke on Sunday morning, he put the coffee on and went outside to retrieve the paper. Soon the aroma of fresh coffee permeated the kitchen; he poured a cup and settled into his favorite chair to relax and read the paper.
He found thoughts of Teegan sneaking into his mind. Normally after an encounter like last night, he rarely gave it much after action thought. It was what it was, he enjoyed it and then it was time to move on. Even with his semi-regular benefit friends, it was just about the sex, sport fucking. This felt different. Tee had left him with a feel of intimacy that he had not experienced with the others.
It was slightly unnerving. He really meant what he told all the women, he was not looking for love and was definitely not looking to break up a marriage. He tried to push the thoughts away and concentrate on the paper, but she kept invading his head.
This continued throughout the day. Living by himself meant that he not only had to work his forty to sixty hours a week, but he also had to keep up the house, inside and out. This did not leave him a great amount of leisure time, but he was happy to be kept busy. He was a bit of a neat freak, so the house was always fairly neat and clean.
All day and all night, as he tried to watch a favorite DVD, thoughts of Teegan kept slipping into his brain. He recalled her reactions to his seduction of her, her deep lust during their most intense moments, her clearly ecstatic descent into sybaritism with him. She left just a lingering touch of ardent affection. The others never did this, they just reveled in their lusty liaison and their orgasms. Not that Teegan did not do this also, but she added that little bit more.
He resolved to ignore the feelings. He had still not completely gotten over the loss of his beloved Claire.
He arrived at his office at his usual 7:30am on Monday. As a product manager, he was responsible for a team that oversaw and directed product development through manufacture. It was a demanding and rewarding job that required his full attention. The company recognized him as one of their best. He was compensated commensurate with his abilities; he could and did lead a good life.
At 10:13am his cell phone chirped. He looked, it was Teegan.
“Hey Tee, how are ya this morning?”
“Recovered from my encounter with you!” she said as she laughed.
“I hope it was all gratifying and very satisfying.” Like I did not know, he thought.
“More than you know, more than you know. I was just wondering if by any chance your office was in the downtown area?”
“Yes it is. We are in the Marquis Two building.”
“I can’t believe it! So am I! I am a para-legal for Brown and Bronson. What a coincidence.”
“Yeah, it really is. We are on the twelfth floor, you?”
“We are on the twentieth. Do you have time to talk?”
“I have a few minutes, need to be in a meeting at 10:30.”
“I am sort of going out on a limb here. I know what you said about not getting involved and everything, but I thought I would take a chance and see if you might be interested in lunch sometime. Just to sort of have an innocent meeting to talk, maybe get to know each other a bit, and chat about a possible future replay.”
Through her brave front, he could hear the bit of hesitancy in her voice. Those Sunday thoughts ran through his head again. He could not help himself.
“Sure. I am free today if you are. We could meet at Gibney’s Pub if you like. I know people there. It would seem just like another business lunch. We don’t want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves.”
“Would one be too late? It is a good time for me to get away and not have to rush back.”
“One is fine. I will see you there. Now let me go get ready for this meeting. I am happy you called.”
He disconnected and immediately wondered why he had agreed to lunch. It was against a policy he had stuck to since his loss. But then these feelings affected him, he had to play this out.
Time flew by, as it usually did. When he looked at his watch, he knew he would have to hurry to be there on time, he never liked to be late, for anything.
He walked in the restaurant; she was standing by the podium used by the hostesses. They both smiled, walking towards each other as they both started to move in for a kiss and then backing away, narrowly avoiding a foolish public display. A hostess he knew sat them in a corner table that was the most private in the restaurant. The packed lunch crowd was thinning so they had an empty table next to them.
A waitresses was quickly there. They both just ordered water, saying they needed time to look at the menu. Then they both spoke at once, “I am so glad...”
They both laughed. “You first please since you called me, and it is always ladies first, in all things,” Michael said with a sly smile on his face.
“I don’t know where to start,” she said. “I’m nervous for some reason, almost like a girl on a first date.”
“After Saturday night I don’t think you need to be nervous, but I do know what you mean. This is a bit different for me also.”
They chit-chatted, talked about their jobs, ordered their food, talk a small bit about Saturday night. She told him about Brad and his job. He was an airframe and power plant mechanic supervisor for one of the major airlines. He worked at the airport which was about 20 miles from their house. There were two shifts, 7am-3pm and 3pm-11pm. They were in operation six days a week, he worked five of those. His work time and days varied by what he bid for and what he received.
Michael explained more details about his job and Teegan did the same for hers. Lunch time was coming to an end.
“Okay, since we need to leave soon, here I go out on another limb. Would you consider seeing me without Brad knowing or being present? I will give you reasons when we have more time, but I just want you to think about it.”
“You’re right. I do need think about it, and I probably need to hear your reasons to make a sensible and wise decision. Lunch tomorrow?”
“Sounds fine to me. Same time, same place?”
“Works for me. I do have to admit it was nice seeing you and talking. This put me in a totally different mood and frame of mind...”
“Same here,” she said, sporting a big smile.
Michael got the tab and they left, walking back separately in case they met anyone they knew. This was not something either of them wanted to advertise.
Later, when they were both back to their offices, they found it difficult to concentrate on their responsibilities. Various bits of the lunch conversation kept replaying in their minds.
After work, Teegan went home, stripped naked, and engaged in an extended period of masturbation. Michael went to the gym and completed a very strenuous workout.
Later at home, he thought about the pros and cons of what Teegan had proposed. Running all kinds of scenarios through his mind. They all distilled down to the fact that he really wanted to see her alone, but he did not want to be the cause of marital problems. Any decision would have to wait until he heard the reasons Teegan had promised him.
She explained her situation at lunch the next day.
“I met Brad a few months after I graduated from college. He was very charming, sexy, he swept me off my feet I guess are the trite words that describe what happened. We had differences in some areas, but we talked about them and agreed we just would not go there. We both had our particular thoughts and beliefs and respected those of the other person.”
“I can see how that would work,” Michael said.
“And it did work, for a number of years. We were happy, had a good sex life, enjoyed our friends, we generally led a good life. Then about... gee probably almost two years ago now. He started to become more demanding about me doing and thinking like him.”
“What were or are the big issues?”
“Well, we have pretty much opposite political beliefs. He cannot understand why I do not believe and support the party he does. And then there is religion. He always did go to church, not regularly, but at least once, sometimes twice a month. I don’t share his beliefs and it was never an issue. Now he keeps trying to get me to go and shames me for not being a ‘believer’. Now he goes every Sunday and gets mad if I won’t go with him, which I won’t.”
“Wow. Those really are two big issues. I understand why you are having problems.”
“I am sure they are a big part of the problems that have been building in our sex life. He went along with seeing you and doing what he did because, deep down I think he is what you said, either a budding cuck or wittol. I am not stupid. That will work for awhile, but he is not going to be happy long term. I am pretty resigned to a divorce, it is just a matter of when not if.”
“You are probably right. I have been with couples where that is their life style, but they clearly were deeply in love with no marital issues. It is just the way they were. Your situation is much more than that.
“So thanks Tee, for telling me all that, it really explains much. I would love to see you alone. I think my house would be best. I definitely do not want to be at yours. I would always be thinking he might come home, and I also do not want to do this in your bed. It is just the way I feel about you.”
So they then began to talk about when. As luck would have it, Brad had to fill in for another supervisor on the 3pm to 11pm shift on Saturday. It was totally perfect. Michael would make them an early dinner, and then they would have hours together. He invited her to come to his house at 5pm Saturday; she readily accepted.
They decided not to do another lunch until Friday. Neither of them wanted to give friends or fellow workers something to gossip about. They limited contact to the phone. Since Brad was working the day shift until Saturday, their contact was limited to fairly short calls while they were both at work. The anticipation was building in both of them.
When they met for lunch on Friday, their first sentences were about how much they were looking forward to the next day. Michael teased her about her eye-catching nipples.
“Your nips seem to be straining to be released. That bra is not doing much to hold them back. Bet they are a bit sensitive.”
”A bit! Every little movement creates a powerful tingle. If you could get your hands on them I would probably cum! This is only happening because of you and my anticipation of tomorrow. I should probably not be telling you this, but it is apparently crystal clear. This has been building all week. Obviously I am eager and aroused about tomorrow. It is going to be so nice to have more than a couple of hours together, private hours.”
“I know,” said Michael. “I feel the same way. I have to admit that after last week my feelings about you were different than with previous women, but I meant what I said about not being a home wrecker.”
“Please put all that out of your mind. I am not some starry-eyed teenager with a love crush thinking you are going to whisk me away somewhere, somehow. I think you know the sex is the best I have ever had, but I am not naive, thinking we are going to run off together or something. I just want something good in my life, and right now that is you, in spades, so to speak,” she said, laughing at her quip.
“And, to be honest," Michael said, “you are the best sex in my life since... well for quite awhile. You have become someone meaningful to me in a short time. So let’s enjoy our lunch and each other while I try to keep my hands off you. Think your skirt is going to have a wet spot on it when you get up?”
“I know it won’t, mister smarty pants. That’s been taken care of. Ha!”
They finished their lunch, trying to limit the suggestive talk for the sake of their already sizzling minds and bodies. Before walking back separately, they agreed to no contact until Friday night, unless it was some emergency.
As they were parting he said, “I want to leave you with one word for Saturday. Any guesses?”
“Not a clue. It must have something to do with sex is the best I can do.”
“Anal.”
“What! No. How could you—?”
“Know?”
“Yes! What makes you think that I would—?”
“You don’t remember it, but you reacted very favorably to my finger going in there last Saturday. Tomorrow it will be more than my finger.”
“Oh my god, you are going to leave me with that? You really want me to be a totally sex-crazed woman when I get there don’t you? Meanie! Meanie, meanie, meanie!” she somewhat shouted as she hit him on the shoulder. “Now I have twenty four hours to think about that. Damn you! You are just what I said, a devil in disguise, and I wallow in my desire for you every day.”
She turned and walked away. Smiling inwardly, he stared at her perfect ass surrounded by the tight, straight skirt she wore and her defined legs supported by her black pumps. After waiting a couple minutes, he headed back to his office.
The time until 5pm Saturday passed slowly for both of them. He thought about her and his feelings for her. She was different. This felt unlike his other sport fucking friends. In a very short time she had left an unexpected imprint on his psyche.
Much the same had happened to her, although the ongoing tensions with Brad had probably not helped her to stay emotionally detached. In their one sexual encounter and subsequent calls and lunches, she felt more enchanted and fulfilled by Michael than she had with Brad, even when they first met. Not to mention that one word he planted had never fully left her mind.
Neither of them knew where this would go. They both independently resolved not to get too captivated or zealous about the other. Michael had made clear his policy not to interfere with marriages, and she felt a moral obligation to Brad. But sometimes in life things ebbed and flowed, they were more fluid than you expected or even desired.
After Claire died, Michael consumed himself with work and home. He always liked to cook, so he took lessons. He became more private than he had been before. He had never invited a woman to his house since Claire. Teegan would be the first. He was both worried and happy about his decision. He was finally moving on but was that good or bad? He would soon know. So many thoughts ran through his mind.
Tee forced herself to act normally around Brad, even though she was constantly thinking of Michael. She wondered what would this be like, being alone with him for a number of hours? How should she dress? Should she bring wine or something? There was not hint of the dinner menu. Did he even share a scintilla of the feelings she had for him? He seemed to, but he never made it really definite. So many thoughts ran through her mind.
The time had arrived. Michael’s biggest worry was dinner. He settled on a shrimp cocktail appetizer, with seared scallops over rice pilaf and a side Caesar salad for dinner. He bought several bottles of a fine French Montrachet to accompany it.
Tee’s biggest worry was what to wear and how she would look. She did not want the neighbors to see her going out in a sexy party-type outfit, so she settled on the tightest pair of jeans she owned with no panties, hoping that a noticeable wet spot would form. Then an appealing, but not provocative, spaghetti strap cami top. No bra so he could see her motivation. Favorite open toe pumps finished her look.
She left at 4:10pm, intending to be early and just wait in the area so she could ring the bell at exactly 5pm. That is exactly what happened.
He promptly opened the door. “My, my, don’t you just look like the most desirable woman I have ever seen! Come in, come in,” he said, holding out his hand for her.
“Welcome to my home.”
“It is beautiful and so well decorated. Not the sort of stereotypical man-cave type house that some people think about when they think of single men.”
“Thank you. You are the first woman I have had over since... “
“Since what?”
“Ah... I’ll tell you later. Now turn around for me. Let me take in the full picture.”
She did a slow turn, ending with, “You like?”
“Very much! You have the most perfect ass. It has stayed in my mind since I first saw it and those pointed morsels just seem to cry out for attention.”
She looked down at her prominent nipples, coyly saying, “Oh, you mean these little things?”
“Yes,” he replied as he rapidly grabbed them and pulled her to him.
“Oh!” was all she got out before their mouths met in a passionate kiss.
When he finally released her and invited her to the couch, she felt nervously excited and her heat rising. She sat as he went to get their wine, the appetizers were already on the coffee table in front of her. The sting and tingle of his grip was just starting to fade from her nipples.
He returned and poured them each a glass, which they enjoyed with the shrimp as they listened to the soft jazz he had in the background. They both felt very comfortable, making small talk, each trying to learn more about the other than they already knew.
After the first glass was almost gone, along with about half the shrimp, he reached over and pulled her up on his lap, facing him. His hands slipped up inside her cami and gently engulfed her breasts. They met in a delicate kiss as he carefully caressed them, treating them like they were a delicate, exquisite present from the gods. He wanted tonight to have a gentle component to it, to show her his romantic, sensitive side.
They let their kiss part as her head slipped down on to his shoulder. Holding each other in silence was enchanting and rapturous.
“Michael, can I ask a favor?”
“Of course. Anything.”
“Well it is impossible for me not to feel your passion and excitement, if you get my drift.... There is something I would like to do that we did not at our first meeting. I hope you will not think me too brazen or lewd...”
“I don’t think I could ever think that of you. What is it?”
“Well... ,” unable to look at him, she went on, “I have an overwhelming desire to suck your cock until you cum, and swallow every luscious drop.”
“How could any normal man pass up an offer like that! Just slide down between my legs so I can get my pants down, and I am all yours.”
Soon she had him in her mouth with both hands around him, licking, sucking and stroking him in every way she knew possible. With his pants at his ankles, he had scooted forward, spread his legs and laid his head back, fully enjoying her tender loving ministrations. She dropped one hand to coddle and mentally feast on his balls. They were heavy with love cream for her. Tee had loved the taste she had gotten from Brad’s cleanup, but this is what she craved, his full store. He had told her he had not given himself relief since their last meeting. She knew he was overflowing.
She was not wrong. His legs began to strain. He had been lightly holding her head, now his grip was firmer. His moaning and sighing was louder and more frequent. Some slightly gooey liquid began to ooze from his cock, not long now.
“Ohhh god Tee! Here it comes. NOW! Oh damn YES! Fuck, that is so good. Get it all baby. Drink my cum.”
It hit the back of her mouth in a powerful burst and then did not stop. Blast after blast almost choked her, but she contained it all, yumming down every bit. Its sweet, salty taste a gourmet treat to her senses.
After licking the last drop from the tip of his cock, she arose, kissed him lightly and said, “Mmmm, I have been waiting all week for that.”
“Was it worth the wait?”
“More than sweetie, more than. You’re delicious!”
“And you’re pretty talented. That was most excellent!” he said as he arose and pulled up his pants. “You got dessert before dinner. I hope you have room for my fabulous cooking. And by the way, don’t think that I missed that spreading wet spot at your crotch.”
“Leave it to the dirty dog,” she said as she laughed. “Then you know exactly what is waiting for you.”
He grinned, grabbed her off the ground, spun her around a few times and as he put her down, said, “Let’s get dinner.”
He led her to the dining room, where he lit the candles and dimmed the lights. Then served his simple dinner.
She complemented him on how good it was and how much she was enjoying it, mentioning she was again surprised by him, surprised at his cooking ability.
Then she said, “So now tell me what you meant by ‘since’ when I first came in.”
This was as good a time as any he thought so he said, “Well I guess I do not really qualify to be called single.”
Uh oh, she thought, here it comes.
“I was married before, for five years, to a wonderful woman, Claire. I lost her to cancer a year and a half ago. I am technically a widower. All my male-female relationships since then have just been sexual, something to satisfy my male needs with no need to get emotionally involved, until now that is....”
“Oh Michael, I am so sorry. I am at a loss for the right words.”
“There are no ‘right’ words. It just takes time. I have dealt with my emotions and know that it is now time for me to move on. She would have wanted that, just as I would want that if the roles were reversed. So I’m sorry too, I did not mean for tonight to be a downer. Please do not let it be. If we continue to see each other I will answer any questions you have, but for now you are my priority. We have hours yet to enjoy.”
She wiped away a tear, telling him she understood and that they rest of the evening would be theirs. He smiled at her, gave her a simple “thank you” and asked if she would like more to eat. She declined but told him she would be interested in more wine, “I think this is the best white I’ve ever had.”
“It should be, it is a 2010. One of their very best years. I have several bottles chilled so enjoy all you want. I intend to.”
He poured the last of the bottle, and opened a new one. With the bottle and his glass in one hand, his other took her hand and led her to the bedroom.
When she saw how beautiful it was a small tear formed and ran down her cheek.
“This is not the same bedding. I can see your thoughts. You will be the first woman on this bed.”
She turned and hugged him, being careful not to spill the wine.
“Oh Michael, I love you. I have never met such a kind, wonderful man.”
Her tears ran freely but briefly. “Don’t worry, these are tears of joy.”
“Okay then, let me see you shinny out of those skin tight jeans. I will never understand how you women get in them and how they can possibly be comfortable. But they sure can turn a guy on. That wet spot has gotten bigger you know.”
“Well I think it is your turn to do a little tasting, while I sip my wine,” she said in a playful way.
“That is just what I intend as soon as you manage to get those jeans off.”
He had quickly stripped both himself and the bed. He was enjoying the jean removal show as he waited for her. She had swiftly thrown off her cami and was slowly working the jeans down. When he saw she was pantyless he could no longer resist helping. Flinging her on the bed, he grabbed the ankle seams and pulled as she wiggled, off they came. She reached for her wine, making herself comfortable, propped up by the pillows against the headboard. He make himself comfortable between her wide spread legs.
“Slow and easy now as I enjoy this delicious wine.”
“Of course my dear. It is just what I intended. You may have to eventually beg,” he said as he partially disappeared from view, buried near her dripping pussy.
His first titillation was a slow lick from her rosebud up between her lips and then a flick across her already swollen clit. She reacted with a slight shudder and “Oh!” passing her lips. Then the teasing began. He started with her thighs, just outside of her vulva, licking and kissing. Occasionally sucking her skin in and leaving a faint mark. Then it was on to her puss. Restricting himself to just her outer and inner lips, he licked and nibbled at them, taking in all the sweet juice that came his way.
By now she was squirming and sighing as she tried to move him directly onto her pussy. He kept aside, nibbling and feasting around her edges. Finally he moved his tongue inside her lips, barely entering her love tunnel as her slippery succulent fluid was spilling out of her. His face was being covered from her essence; he could not drink it all in. Pushing further and further in and out of her brought louder moans and stronger efforts to get him to hasten his arousal of her.
That’s when he moved to her clit. Surrounding it with his lips and barely touching it with his tongue, she was actively pushing upwards, trying to coax his tongue into firm contact. As much as she pushed up, he raised up, only giving her the most minimal licks and nibbles.
Having finished her wine as she enjoyed his initial teasing and caressing, she was now deep into the fervent passion he was creating. She desperately wanted the orgasm that was oh so close. Just a little more lapping and sucking... she was right on the edge.
“Michael,” she cried, “do it! I am dying here. Please, please push me over the edge. Oh my god, you are driving me insane with wanton lust and desire! I’m begging you! Give me relief and satisfaction!”
With those words, he sucked her clit into his mouth as strongly as possible and kneaded it with his tongue. She immediately began to shudder and shake as she gasped for breath.
“OH FUCK YES...! YES, yes, yes! It is SO fuckin—“ That is where she lost her ability to speak. She was so overwhelmed all she could do was scream and pound the bed as her body convulsed.
He quickly backed away to give her room. She need to calm down from the loving ordeal he had put her through.
In just a minute or two she had relaxed enough for him to climb on top of her, staying on his knees and elbows to keep his weight off her. Her eyes were refocusing as he softly kissed her.
“My god Michael. No one has ever done that to me before. You know what I mean, not to that extreme. I seriously thought I was either going to go insane or just die.”
“Did I go too far? The last thing I want is to hurt you.”
“Are you kidding? I loved it! My god, I want orgasms like that more often, but lets not make it every time,” she said with a big grin on her face.
“I love you. You know that don’t you?”
“And I love you just as much. How did this ever happen? How did we get so lucky?”
As she was saying that, he was moving his hips to rub his hard cock back and forth between her lips, coating himself with her plentiful juice. Then he changed his angle just a bit. Finding her entrance he began slowly pushing, entering her silken depths.
“Ah yes my sweet. Fill me, stretch me with that beautiful cock. I have thought of you so much. It is not just the sex you know that, right? You are a truly wonderful guy.”
“It is not that with me either. You are a wonderful woman.”
She closed her eyes, somehow knowing this was going to be a slow, loving joining, not a frantic, rough fucking. That is just what he gave her. Time passed as they got in sync, moving together, her having occasional small, pleasant orgasms as he just reveled in the amazing feeling of her soaking, slippery heat.
They kept it up for time uncounted until Michael was near the time for his release. She was so tranquil and serene, he wanted to surprise her. So even though it was building to an almost uncontrollable level for him, he kept their placid pace. Then, even as he was discharging his emission, he kept up the pace.
Being startled by his release pushed her into one last orgasm to accompany his. No words were shouted, they just held each other tighter and joined their lips, twisting their tongues together.
When his last drop had found its home, he gradually withdrew and lay beside her. Their fingers found each other and clasped together.
“I am going to need a bit of time to recharge, but you know I am going to fuck your ass tonight, right?”
“I am not sure the thought has ever fully left me since you mentioned it yesterday.”
“And you wish that?
“I want to be taken by you in every possible way, so yes, I wish that. As I am sure you guessed, it was ordinary for Brad and I, at one time anyway. Now the only question is your size.”
“I am not inexperienced at it and of those women who partook, more enjoyed it than not. I suspect, with your experience, you will be in the enjoyment group. But it is totally up to you. More wine?”
Smiling, she said, “Yes please.” Handing him her empty glass for the refill.
In only a minute or two, he returned with two full, chilled glasses of the Montrachet. They touched glasses and sipped the golden delicacy. They passed the time talking more about their lives and their work, learning more about each others thoughts and outlooks on various portions of life.
Michael got up and went to the dresser where he retrieved a container of “Ass Relax”. He showed it to her so she could feel and smell it. He explained it numbed a bit and also provided excellent lubrication. She smiled and handed it back, simply saying, “Great.”
“So if you are up for a bit of oral action on me, I believe we are ready to give this whole thing a go.”
He got back on the bed, and she performed her magic, soon having him as hard as he was the first time. She turned and got on her knees as he approached behind.
“I really can’t resist that pussy. I don’t imagine it would bother you if I indulged there a bit first.”
“God no! Fill me up!”
Once again they were joined as one, enjoying the extraordinary feelings they brought to each other. Now he used the lube and began pressing two fingers against her bud. She sighed, and he could feel her relax as his fingers slipped in.
“Oh yeah baby, I love both holes filled. Work me, work me over!”
He did just that. Fucking her with his cock and fingers. He spread his fingers apart and added more lube as her hole relaxed and opened more. He knew she would be surprised by his size, but he had no doubts now about her ultimately taking him. They went on like this for a bit, her experiencing a couple orgasms. Then he told her it was time.
“Okay sweetie, I’m ready. Slow and easy, I am sure you know. Then fuck my ass and fill it with your seed. Make me scream and cum!”
He kept his fingers in, adding more lube, as he pulled out his cock and throughly coated it. Then his fingers came out. She stayed open a bit, and he began gently pressing himself into her.
“Oh god you’re big! Keep going slow. Yes, like that. Damn, pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure. Fuck me a bit before you go deeper. Get me used to you. That’s it baby, fuck my ass!”
He was half way in, moving in and out, adding lube on each stroke. Then he slowly started to go deeper. She did not resist or complain, she was just squirming and moaning. Soon, to his total amazement, he was fully in her, fucking her with full long strokes and adding lube.
“Fuck yes baby! Fuck that ass, make it yours! You own it now! Make me cum, make me scream and cum. Pump me! Oh god YES! AHHH, I’m cumming! Cumming! Ohh god, let it go, fill me. Let me feel your hot jizz!”
There was no holding back for him. She had every bit of him squeezed tight.
“Here it cums lover, here it CUMS! AHHH, damn you are fuckin amazin!
He emptied his load into her as she was screaming and gasping. He slowed and then stopped, staying in her.
“You are one amazin woman Tee. I wish I could stay here forever.”
“You’re fine baby, just enjoy me. Pull out slowly when you do. I want to feel that giant cock inch out of me. You so own my ass. You were perfect! I can’t really believe it worked so well.”
He did as she asked, and when his cock-head popped out, she squealed.
“I wanted it, but I never thought it would go this good. Its yours whenever you want it. I love you so fuckin much! Come here,” she said as she flipped on her back and held out her arms to him.
They held each other tight, enjoying their strongest kiss of the night. When they finally broke apart they looked at the clock and realized she needed to get cleaned up and get home. Their time for the night was up.
They took a shower together, delighting in washing each other, especially the exceptional, precious parts. He laughed as she squeezed back into the jeans and brushed out her damp hair.
He walked her to the door. They discussed when their next meeting would be, agreeing to lunch on Monday so they could further talk about what happened between them and what, if any, future they had.
These assignations went on for two months. By that time Tee had decided there was no future with Brad. No matter what happened between her and Michael, she was going to pursue divorce. She expected it to go smoothly since they had no children, their income was comparable, and Brad and her had already discussed the possibility.
Michael decided that, due to his feelings about not being a home wrecker, they should not see or talk to each other for a month. If after that time of abstinence, they still felt the same way about each other, he wanted her to move in with him and get things out in the open. She reluctantly agreed to the separation. She knew what she wanted, but also wanted Michael to be absolutely sure about them, so there would be no future doubts.
A month to the day he called her. They met at his house that night. Their feelings were it was now even better than their first time. Now she was there to stay. A week later the formalities were complete for her divorce, she was a completely free woman. Less than another week later she was completely moved in with Michael.
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Time went by.... Their two kids, Emma and Lucas, were in high school and planning for college. Sometimes they still had to pinch each other to believe that a Craigslist ad began the process that brought them to the present time and their still amazing happiness. Neither of them ever felt the desire to seek intimacy elsewhere, they were true soul-mates, completely content and fulfilled by each other.
He found thoughts of Teegan sneaking into his mind. Normally after an encounter like last night, he rarely gave it much after action thought. It was what it was, he enjoyed it and then it was time to move on. Even with his semi-regular benefit friends, it was just about the sex, sport fucking. This felt different. Tee had left him with a feel of intimacy that he had not experienced with the others.
It was slightly unnerving. He really meant what he told all the women, he was not looking for love and was definitely not looking to break up a marriage. He tried to push the thoughts away and concentrate on the paper, but she kept invading his head.
This continued throughout the day. Living by himself meant that he not only had to work his forty to sixty hours a week, but he also had to keep up the house, inside and out. This did not leave him a great amount of leisure time, but he was happy to be kept busy. He was a bit of a neat freak, so the house was always fairly neat and clean.
All day and all night, as he tried to watch a favorite DVD, thoughts of Teegan kept slipping into his brain. He recalled her reactions to his seduction of her, her deep lust during their most intense moments, her clearly ecstatic descent into sybaritism with him. She left just a lingering touch of ardent affection. The others never did this, they just reveled in their lusty liaison and their orgasms. Not that Teegan did not do this also, but she added that little bit more.
He resolved to ignore the feelings. He had still not completely gotten over the loss of his beloved Claire.
He arrived at his office at his usual 7:30am on Monday. As a product manager, he was responsible for a team that oversaw and directed product development through manufacture. It was a demanding and rewarding job that required his full attention. The company recognized him as one of their best. He was compensated commensurate with his abilities; he could and did lead a good life.
At 10:13am his cell phone chirped. He looked, it was Teegan.
“Hey Tee, how are ya this morning?”
“Recovered from my encounter with you!” she said as she laughed.
“I hope it was all gratifying and very satisfying.” Like I did not know, he thought.
“More than you know, more than you know. I was just wondering if by any chance your office was in the downtown area?”
“Yes it is. We are in the Marquis Two building.”
“I can’t believe it! So am I! I am a para-legal for Brown and Bronson. What a coincidence.”
“Yeah, it really is. We are on the twelfth floor, you?”
“We are on the twentieth. Do you have time to talk?”
“I have a few minutes, need to be in a meeting at 10:30.”
“I am sort of going out on a limb here. I know what you said about not getting involved and everything, but I thought I would take a chance and see if you might be interested in lunch sometime. Just to sort of have an innocent meeting to talk, maybe get to know each other a bit, and chat about a possible future replay.”
Through her brave front, he could hear the bit of hesitancy in her voice. Those Sunday thoughts ran through his head again. He could not help himself.
“Sure. I am free today if you are. We could meet at Gibney’s Pub if you like. I know people there. It would seem just like another business lunch. We don’t want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves.”
“Would one be too late? It is a good time for me to get away and not have to rush back.”
“One is fine. I will see you there. Now let me go get ready for this meeting. I am happy you called.”
He disconnected and immediately wondered why he had agreed to lunch. It was against a policy he had stuck to since his loss. But then these feelings affected him, he had to play this out.
Time flew by, as it usually did. When he looked at his watch, he knew he would have to hurry to be there on time, he never liked to be late, for anything.
He walked in the restaurant; she was standing by the podium used by the hostesses. They both smiled, walking towards each other as they both started to move in for a kiss and then backing away, narrowly avoiding a foolish public display. A hostess he knew sat them in a corner table that was the most private in the restaurant. The packed lunch crowd was thinning so they had an empty table next to them.
A waitresses was quickly there. They both just ordered water, saying they needed time to look at the menu. Then they both spoke at once, “I am so glad...”
They both laughed. “You first please since you called me, and it is always ladies first, in all things,” Michael said with a sly smile on his face.
“I don’t know where to start,” she said. “I’m nervous for some reason, almost like a girl on a first date.”
“After Saturday night I don’t think you need to be nervous, but I do know what you mean. This is a bit different for me also.”
They chit-chatted, talked about their jobs, ordered their food, talk a small bit about Saturday night. She told him about Brad and his job. He was an airframe and power plant mechanic supervisor for one of the major airlines. He worked at the airport which was about 20 miles from their house. There were two shifts, 7am-3pm and 3pm-11pm. They were in operation six days a week, he worked five of those. His work time and days varied by what he bid for and what he received.
Michael explained more details about his job and Teegan did the same for hers. Lunch time was coming to an end.
“Okay, since we need to leave soon, here I go out on another limb. Would you consider seeing me without Brad knowing or being present? I will give you reasons when we have more time, but I just want you to think about it.”
“You’re right. I do need think about it, and I probably need to hear your reasons to make a sensible and wise decision. Lunch tomorrow?”
“Sounds fine to me. Same time, same place?”
“Works for me. I do have to admit it was nice seeing you and talking. This put me in a totally different mood and frame of mind...”
“Same here,” she said, sporting a big smile.
Michael got the tab and they left, walking back separately in case they met anyone they knew. This was not something either of them wanted to advertise.
Later, when they were both back to their offices, they found it difficult to concentrate on their responsibilities. Various bits of the lunch conversation kept replaying in their minds.
After work, Teegan went home, stripped naked, and engaged in an extended period of masturbation. Michael went to the gym and completed a very strenuous workout.
Later at home, he thought about the pros and cons of what Teegan had proposed. Running all kinds of scenarios through his mind. They all distilled down to the fact that he really wanted to see her alone, but he did not want to be the cause of marital problems. Any decision would have to wait until he heard the reasons Teegan had promised him.
She explained her situation at lunch the next day.
“I met Brad a few months after I graduated from college. He was very charming, sexy, he swept me off my feet I guess are the trite words that describe what happened. We had differences in some areas, but we talked about them and agreed we just would not go there. We both had our particular thoughts and beliefs and respected those of the other person.”
“I can see how that would work,” Michael said.
“And it did work, for a number of years. We were happy, had a good sex life, enjoyed our friends, we generally led a good life. Then about... gee probably almost two years ago now. He started to become more demanding about me doing and thinking like him.”
“What were or are the big issues?”
“Well, we have pretty much opposite political beliefs. He cannot understand why I do not believe and support the party he does. And then there is religion. He always did go to church, not regularly, but at least once, sometimes twice a month. I don’t share his beliefs and it was never an issue. Now he keeps trying to get me to go and shames me for not being a ‘believer’. Now he goes every Sunday and gets mad if I won’t go with him, which I won’t.”
“Wow. Those really are two big issues. I understand why you are having problems.”
“I am sure they are a big part of the problems that have been building in our sex life. He went along with seeing you and doing what he did because, deep down I think he is what you said, either a budding cuck or wittol. I am not stupid. That will work for awhile, but he is not going to be happy long term. I am pretty resigned to a divorce, it is just a matter of when not if.”
“You are probably right. I have been with couples where that is their life style, but they clearly were deeply in love with no marital issues. It is just the way they were. Your situation is much more than that.
“So thanks Tee, for telling me all that, it really explains much. I would love to see you alone. I think my house would be best. I definitely do not want to be at yours. I would always be thinking he might come home, and I also do not want to do this in your bed. It is just the way I feel about you.”
So they then began to talk about when. As luck would have it, Brad had to fill in for another supervisor on the 3pm to 11pm shift on Saturday. It was totally perfect. Michael would make them an early dinner, and then they would have hours together. He invited her to come to his house at 5pm Saturday; she readily accepted.
They decided not to do another lunch until Friday. Neither of them wanted to give friends or fellow workers something to gossip about. They limited contact to the phone. Since Brad was working the day shift until Saturday, their contact was limited to fairly short calls while they were both at work. The anticipation was building in both of them.
When they met for lunch on Friday, their first sentences were about how much they were looking forward to the next day. Michael teased her about her eye-catching nipples.
“Your nips seem to be straining to be released. That bra is not doing much to hold them back. Bet they are a bit sensitive.”
”A bit! Every little movement creates a powerful tingle. If you could get your hands on them I would probably cum! This is only happening because of you and my anticipation of tomorrow. I should probably not be telling you this, but it is apparently crystal clear. This has been building all week. Obviously I am eager and aroused about tomorrow. It is going to be so nice to have more than a couple of hours together, private hours.”
“I know,” said Michael. “I feel the same way. I have to admit that after last week my feelings about you were different than with previous women, but I meant what I said about not being a home wrecker.”
“Please put all that out of your mind. I am not some starry-eyed teenager with a love crush thinking you are going to whisk me away somewhere, somehow. I think you know the sex is the best I have ever had, but I am not naive, thinking we are going to run off together or something. I just want something good in my life, and right now that is you, in spades, so to speak,” she said, laughing at her quip.
“And, to be honest," Michael said, “you are the best sex in my life since... well for quite awhile. You have become someone meaningful to me in a short time. So let’s enjoy our lunch and each other while I try to keep my hands off you. Think your skirt is going to have a wet spot on it when you get up?”
“I know it won’t, mister smarty pants. That’s been taken care of. Ha!”
They finished their lunch, trying to limit the suggestive talk for the sake of their already sizzling minds and bodies. Before walking back separately, they agreed to no contact until Friday night, unless it was some emergency.
As they were parting he said, “I want to leave you with one word for Saturday. Any guesses?”
“Not a clue. It must have something to do with sex is the best I can do.”
“Anal.”
“What! No. How could you—?”
“Know?”
“Yes! What makes you think that I would—?”
“You don’t remember it, but you reacted very favorably to my finger going in there last Saturday. Tomorrow it will be more than my finger.”
“Oh my god, you are going to leave me with that? You really want me to be a totally sex-crazed woman when I get there don’t you? Meanie! Meanie, meanie, meanie!” she somewhat shouted as she hit him on the shoulder. “Now I have twenty four hours to think about that. Damn you! You are just what I said, a devil in disguise, and I wallow in my desire for you every day.”
She turned and walked away. Smiling inwardly, he stared at her perfect ass surrounded by the tight, straight skirt she wore and her defined legs supported by her black pumps. After waiting a couple minutes, he headed back to his office.
The time until 5pm Saturday passed slowly for both of them. He thought about her and his feelings for her. She was different. This felt unlike his other sport fucking friends. In a very short time she had left an unexpected imprint on his psyche.
Much the same had happened to her, although the ongoing tensions with Brad had probably not helped her to stay emotionally detached. In their one sexual encounter and subsequent calls and lunches, she felt more enchanted and fulfilled by Michael than she had with Brad, even when they first met. Not to mention that one word he planted had never fully left her mind.
Neither of them knew where this would go. They both independently resolved not to get too captivated or zealous about the other. Michael had made clear his policy not to interfere with marriages, and she felt a moral obligation to Brad. But sometimes in life things ebbed and flowed, they were more fluid than you expected or even desired.
After Claire died, Michael consumed himself with work and home. He always liked to cook, so he took lessons. He became more private than he had been before. He had never invited a woman to his house since Claire. Teegan would be the first. He was both worried and happy about his decision. He was finally moving on but was that good or bad? He would soon know. So many thoughts ran through his mind.
Tee forced herself to act normally around Brad, even though she was constantly thinking of Michael. She wondered what would this be like, being alone with him for a number of hours? How should she dress? Should she bring wine or something? There was not hint of the dinner menu. Did he even share a scintilla of the feelings she had for him? He seemed to, but he never made it really definite. So many thoughts ran through her mind.
The time had arrived. Michael’s biggest worry was dinner. He settled on a shrimp cocktail appetizer, with seared scallops over rice pilaf and a side Caesar salad for dinner. He bought several bottles of a fine French Montrachet to accompany it.
Tee’s biggest worry was what to wear and how she would look. She did not want the neighbors to see her going out in a sexy party-type outfit, so she settled on the tightest pair of jeans she owned with no panties, hoping that a noticeable wet spot would form. Then an appealing, but not provocative, spaghetti strap cami top. No bra so he could see her motivation. Favorite open toe pumps finished her look.
She left at 4:10pm, intending to be early and just wait in the area so she could ring the bell at exactly 5pm. That is exactly what happened.
He promptly opened the door. “My, my, don’t you just look like the most desirable woman I have ever seen! Come in, come in,” he said, holding out his hand for her.
“Welcome to my home.”
“It is beautiful and so well decorated. Not the sort of stereotypical man-cave type house that some people think about when they think of single men.”
“Thank you. You are the first woman I have had over since... “
“Since what?”
“Ah... I’ll tell you later. Now turn around for me. Let me take in the full picture.”
She did a slow turn, ending with, “You like?”
“Very much! You have the most perfect ass. It has stayed in my mind since I first saw it and those pointed morsels just seem to cry out for attention.”
She looked down at her prominent nipples, coyly saying, “Oh, you mean these little things?”
“Yes,” he replied as he rapidly grabbed them and pulled her to him.
“Oh!” was all she got out before their mouths met in a passionate kiss.
When he finally released her and invited her to the couch, she felt nervously excited and her heat rising. She sat as he went to get their wine, the appetizers were already on the coffee table in front of her. The sting and tingle of his grip was just starting to fade from her nipples.
He returned and poured them each a glass, which they enjoyed with the shrimp as they listened to the soft jazz he had in the background. They both felt very comfortable, making small talk, each trying to learn more about the other than they already knew.
After the first glass was almost gone, along with about half the shrimp, he reached over and pulled her up on his lap, facing him. His hands slipped up inside her cami and gently engulfed her breasts. They met in a delicate kiss as he carefully caressed them, treating them like they were a delicate, exquisite present from the gods. He wanted tonight to have a gentle component to it, to show her his romantic, sensitive side.
They let their kiss part as her head slipped down on to his shoulder. Holding each other in silence was enchanting and rapturous.
“Michael, can I ask a favor?”
“Of course. Anything.”
“Well it is impossible for me not to feel your passion and excitement, if you get my drift.... There is something I would like to do that we did not at our first meeting. I hope you will not think me too brazen or lewd...”
“I don’t think I could ever think that of you. What is it?”
“Well... ,” unable to look at him, she went on, “I have an overwhelming desire to suck your cock until you cum, and swallow every luscious drop.”
“How could any normal man pass up an offer like that! Just slide down between my legs so I can get my pants down, and I am all yours.”
Soon she had him in her mouth with both hands around him, licking, sucking and stroking him in every way she knew possible. With his pants at his ankles, he had scooted forward, spread his legs and laid his head back, fully enjoying her tender loving ministrations. She dropped one hand to coddle and mentally feast on his balls. They were heavy with love cream for her. Tee had loved the taste she had gotten from Brad’s cleanup, but this is what she craved, his full store. He had told her he had not given himself relief since their last meeting. She knew he was overflowing.
She was not wrong. His legs began to strain. He had been lightly holding her head, now his grip was firmer. His moaning and sighing was louder and more frequent. Some slightly gooey liquid began to ooze from his cock, not long now.
“Ohhh god Tee! Here it comes. NOW! Oh damn YES! Fuck, that is so good. Get it all baby. Drink my cum.”
It hit the back of her mouth in a powerful burst and then did not stop. Blast after blast almost choked her, but she contained it all, yumming down every bit. Its sweet, salty taste a gourmet treat to her senses.
After licking the last drop from the tip of his cock, she arose, kissed him lightly and said, “Mmmm, I have been waiting all week for that.”
“Was it worth the wait?”
“More than sweetie, more than. You’re delicious!”
“And you’re pretty talented. That was most excellent!” he said as he arose and pulled up his pants. “You got dessert before dinner. I hope you have room for my fabulous cooking. And by the way, don’t think that I missed that spreading wet spot at your crotch.”
“Leave it to the dirty dog,” she said as she laughed. “Then you know exactly what is waiting for you.”
He grinned, grabbed her off the ground, spun her around a few times and as he put her down, said, “Let’s get dinner.”
He led her to the dining room, where he lit the candles and dimmed the lights. Then served his simple dinner.
She complemented him on how good it was and how much she was enjoying it, mentioning she was again surprised by him, surprised at his cooking ability.
Then she said, “So now tell me what you meant by ‘since’ when I first came in.”
This was as good a time as any he thought so he said, “Well I guess I do not really qualify to be called single.”
Uh oh, she thought, here it comes.
“I was married before, for five years, to a wonderful woman, Claire. I lost her to cancer a year and a half ago. I am technically a widower. All my male-female relationships since then have just been sexual, something to satisfy my male needs with no need to get emotionally involved, until now that is....”
“Oh Michael, I am so sorry. I am at a loss for the right words.”
“There are no ‘right’ words. It just takes time. I have dealt with my emotions and know that it is now time for me to move on. She would have wanted that, just as I would want that if the roles were reversed. So I’m sorry too, I did not mean for tonight to be a downer. Please do not let it be. If we continue to see each other I will answer any questions you have, but for now you are my priority. We have hours yet to enjoy.”
She wiped away a tear, telling him she understood and that they rest of the evening would be theirs. He smiled at her, gave her a simple “thank you” and asked if she would like more to eat. She declined but told him she would be interested in more wine, “I think this is the best white I’ve ever had.”
“It should be, it is a 2010. One of their very best years. I have several bottles chilled so enjoy all you want. I intend to.”
He poured the last of the bottle, and opened a new one. With the bottle and his glass in one hand, his other took her hand and led her to the bedroom.
When she saw how beautiful it was a small tear formed and ran down her cheek.
“This is not the same bedding. I can see your thoughts. You will be the first woman on this bed.”
She turned and hugged him, being careful not to spill the wine.
“Oh Michael, I love you. I have never met such a kind, wonderful man.”
Her tears ran freely but briefly. “Don’t worry, these are tears of joy.”
“Okay then, let me see you shinny out of those skin tight jeans. I will never understand how you women get in them and how they can possibly be comfortable. But they sure can turn a guy on. That wet spot has gotten bigger you know.”
“Well I think it is your turn to do a little tasting, while I sip my wine,” she said in a playful way.
“That is just what I intend as soon as you manage to get those jeans off.”
He had quickly stripped both himself and the bed. He was enjoying the jean removal show as he waited for her. She had swiftly thrown off her cami and was slowly working the jeans down. When he saw she was pantyless he could no longer resist helping. Flinging her on the bed, he grabbed the ankle seams and pulled as she wiggled, off they came. She reached for her wine, making herself comfortable, propped up by the pillows against the headboard. He make himself comfortable between her wide spread legs.
“Slow and easy now as I enjoy this delicious wine.”
“Of course my dear. It is just what I intended. You may have to eventually beg,” he said as he partially disappeared from view, buried near her dripping pussy.
His first titillation was a slow lick from her rosebud up between her lips and then a flick across her already swollen clit. She reacted with a slight shudder and “Oh!” passing her lips. Then the teasing began. He started with her thighs, just outside of her vulva, licking and kissing. Occasionally sucking her skin in and leaving a faint mark. Then it was on to her puss. Restricting himself to just her outer and inner lips, he licked and nibbled at them, taking in all the sweet juice that came his way.
By now she was squirming and sighing as she tried to move him directly onto her pussy. He kept aside, nibbling and feasting around her edges. Finally he moved his tongue inside her lips, barely entering her love tunnel as her slippery succulent fluid was spilling out of her. His face was being covered from her essence; he could not drink it all in. Pushing further and further in and out of her brought louder moans and stronger efforts to get him to hasten his arousal of her.
That’s when he moved to her clit. Surrounding it with his lips and barely touching it with his tongue, she was actively pushing upwards, trying to coax his tongue into firm contact. As much as she pushed up, he raised up, only giving her the most minimal licks and nibbles.
Having finished her wine as she enjoyed his initial teasing and caressing, she was now deep into the fervent passion he was creating. She desperately wanted the orgasm that was oh so close. Just a little more lapping and sucking... she was right on the edge.
“Michael,” she cried, “do it! I am dying here. Please, please push me over the edge. Oh my god, you are driving me insane with wanton lust and desire! I’m begging you! Give me relief and satisfaction!”
With those words, he sucked her clit into his mouth as strongly as possible and kneaded it with his tongue. She immediately began to shudder and shake as she gasped for breath.
“OH FUCK YES...! YES, yes, yes! It is SO fuckin—“ That is where she lost her ability to speak. She was so overwhelmed all she could do was scream and pound the bed as her body convulsed.
He quickly backed away to give her room. She need to calm down from the loving ordeal he had put her through.
In just a minute or two she had relaxed enough for him to climb on top of her, staying on his knees and elbows to keep his weight off her. Her eyes were refocusing as he softly kissed her.
“My god Michael. No one has ever done that to me before. You know what I mean, not to that extreme. I seriously thought I was either going to go insane or just die.”
“Did I go too far? The last thing I want is to hurt you.”
“Are you kidding? I loved it! My god, I want orgasms like that more often, but lets not make it every time,” she said with a big grin on her face.
“I love you. You know that don’t you?”
“And I love you just as much. How did this ever happen? How did we get so lucky?”
As she was saying that, he was moving his hips to rub his hard cock back and forth between her lips, coating himself with her plentiful juice. Then he changed his angle just a bit. Finding her entrance he began slowly pushing, entering her silken depths.
“Ah yes my sweet. Fill me, stretch me with that beautiful cock. I have thought of you so much. It is not just the sex you know that, right? You are a truly wonderful guy.”
“It is not that with me either. You are a wonderful woman.”
She closed her eyes, somehow knowing this was going to be a slow, loving joining, not a frantic, rough fucking. That is just what he gave her. Time passed as they got in sync, moving together, her having occasional small, pleasant orgasms as he just reveled in the amazing feeling of her soaking, slippery heat.
They kept it up for time uncounted until Michael was near the time for his release. She was so tranquil and serene, he wanted to surprise her. So even though it was building to an almost uncontrollable level for him, he kept their placid pace. Then, even as he was discharging his emission, he kept up the pace.
Being startled by his release pushed her into one last orgasm to accompany his. No words were shouted, they just held each other tighter and joined their lips, twisting their tongues together.
When his last drop had found its home, he gradually withdrew and lay beside her. Their fingers found each other and clasped together.
“I am going to need a bit of time to recharge, but you know I am going to fuck your ass tonight, right?”
“I am not sure the thought has ever fully left me since you mentioned it yesterday.”
“And you wish that?
“I want to be taken by you in every possible way, so yes, I wish that. As I am sure you guessed, it was ordinary for Brad and I, at one time anyway. Now the only question is your size.”
“I am not inexperienced at it and of those women who partook, more enjoyed it than not. I suspect, with your experience, you will be in the enjoyment group. But it is totally up to you. More wine?”
Smiling, she said, “Yes please.” Handing him her empty glass for the refill.
In only a minute or two, he returned with two full, chilled glasses of the Montrachet. They touched glasses and sipped the golden delicacy. They passed the time talking more about their lives and their work, learning more about each others thoughts and outlooks on various portions of life.
Michael got up and went to the dresser where he retrieved a container of “Ass Relax”. He showed it to her so she could feel and smell it. He explained it numbed a bit and also provided excellent lubrication. She smiled and handed it back, simply saying, “Great.”
“So if you are up for a bit of oral action on me, I believe we are ready to give this whole thing a go.”
He got back on the bed, and she performed her magic, soon having him as hard as he was the first time. She turned and got on her knees as he approached behind.
“I really can’t resist that pussy. I don’t imagine it would bother you if I indulged there a bit first.”
“God no! Fill me up!”
Once again they were joined as one, enjoying the extraordinary feelings they brought to each other. Now he used the lube and began pressing two fingers against her bud. She sighed, and he could feel her relax as his fingers slipped in.
“Oh yeah baby, I love both holes filled. Work me, work me over!”
He did just that. Fucking her with his cock and fingers. He spread his fingers apart and added more lube as her hole relaxed and opened more. He knew she would be surprised by his size, but he had no doubts now about her ultimately taking him. They went on like this for a bit, her experiencing a couple orgasms. Then he told her it was time.
“Okay sweetie, I’m ready. Slow and easy, I am sure you know. Then fuck my ass and fill it with your seed. Make me scream and cum!”
He kept his fingers in, adding more lube, as he pulled out his cock and throughly coated it. Then his fingers came out. She stayed open a bit, and he began gently pressing himself into her.
“Oh god you’re big! Keep going slow. Yes, like that. Damn, pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure. Fuck me a bit before you go deeper. Get me used to you. That’s it baby, fuck my ass!”
He was half way in, moving in and out, adding lube on each stroke. Then he slowly started to go deeper. She did not resist or complain, she was just squirming and moaning. Soon, to his total amazement, he was fully in her, fucking her with full long strokes and adding lube.
“Fuck yes baby! Fuck that ass, make it yours! You own it now! Make me cum, make me scream and cum. Pump me! Oh god YES! AHHH, I’m cumming! Cumming! Ohh god, let it go, fill me. Let me feel your hot jizz!”
There was no holding back for him. She had every bit of him squeezed tight.
“Here it cums lover, here it CUMS! AHHH, damn you are fuckin amazin!
He emptied his load into her as she was screaming and gasping. He slowed and then stopped, staying in her.
“You are one amazin woman Tee. I wish I could stay here forever.”
“You’re fine baby, just enjoy me. Pull out slowly when you do. I want to feel that giant cock inch out of me. You so own my ass. You were perfect! I can’t really believe it worked so well.”
He did as she asked, and when his cock-head popped out, she squealed.
“I wanted it, but I never thought it would go this good. Its yours whenever you want it. I love you so fuckin much! Come here,” she said as she flipped on her back and held out her arms to him.
They held each other tight, enjoying their strongest kiss of the night. When they finally broke apart they looked at the clock and realized she needed to get cleaned up and get home. Their time for the night was up.
They took a shower together, delighting in washing each other, especially the exceptional, precious parts. He laughed as she squeezed back into the jeans and brushed out her damp hair.
He walked her to the door. They discussed when their next meeting would be, agreeing to lunch on Monday so they could further talk about what happened between them and what, if any, future they had.
These assignations went on for two months. By that time Tee had decided there was no future with Brad. No matter what happened between her and Michael, she was going to pursue divorce. She expected it to go smoothly since they had no children, their income was comparable, and Brad and her had already discussed the possibility.
Michael decided that, due to his feelings about not being a home wrecker, they should not see or talk to each other for a month. If after that time of abstinence, they still felt the same way about each other, he wanted her to move in with him and get things out in the open. She reluctantly agreed to the separation. She knew what she wanted, but also wanted Michael to be absolutely sure about them, so there would be no future doubts.
A month to the day he called her. They met at his house that night. Their feelings were it was now even better than their first time. Now she was there to stay. A week later the formalities were complete for her divorce, she was a completely free woman. Less than another week later she was completely moved in with Michael.
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Time went by.... Their two kids, Emma and Lucas, were in high school and planning for college. Sometimes they still had to pinch each other to believe that a Craigslist ad began the process that brought them to the present time and their still amazing happiness. Neither of them ever felt the desire to seek intimacy elsewhere, they were true soul-mates, completely content and fulfilled by each other.
Oceana
- 19.05.2022
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