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**If you read "AYCEB", the part of "ST" after I get to the restaurant, and "HT", it helps this all make more sense, but it's not necessary to get the story.**
Today was one of the few Saturdays my wife had to work, so I took advantage by doing nothing. Well, not "nothing", per se. I had my cock in my hand, stroking it, thinking about how my wife had enjoyed her gangbang. I wasn't at all in a hurry to cum, so it was just a leisurely stroke, where I would occasionally rub my nipples, thinking about how I had watched my wife get fucked by twelve guys, and The Solution; a little "thank you" for what she did for me.
Then, the phone rang. I answered it, without thinking, with no regard for the cock still in my hand. "Hello?" I said, at that moment, thinking how odd it was to talk on the phone, dick in hand.
"Hi," a sweet female voice said back. She didn't ask to talk to me, so, obviously, she wasn't a telemarketer. "It's Hannah," she continued. "I need to talk to you about something, in person. Can you come over?"
"Sure," I said, flying into a panic. Remembering what happened between us a couple of weeks ago, I could be in for some information that could change my life forever.
"Do you still remember how to get to my house?" "Apartment" would have been a better word, but I wasn't going to argue. I also wasn't going to tell her that I have a photographic memory, and that I rarely forget how to get somewhere I've been. "I think I remember. I'll be there in a half hour, maybe forty minutes." I wasn't doing anything more important, so I just needed to quickly wash up, then get over there.
After a seven-minute shower, and another five minutes getting decent clothes on, I was on my way. I drove past the restaurant at which she works, crossed the bridge, and made the appropriate turns to end up at her apartment complex. After finding a parking space, I made my way to her apartment, and knocked on the door.
Hannah opened the door wearing a bathrobe; not particularly strange for a Saturday morning, but something of note, nonetheless. She beckoned me in, and, out of respect, I took my shoes off while walking in.
Not wanting to get right down to business, I asked, "So, not that I'm unhappy to hear from you, but how did you get my number?"
"Your wife gave it to me. I called her at the store, and told her that I needed to get some business advice." She smirked at me, mischievously.
"Do you?" I asked.
"Well, remember last time I saw you?"
"Yeah," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
"Well..." she said, stretching out both the word, and my panic, "I'm...expecting...-"
I was pretty much sure I was going to faint. I tried to maintain consciousness until I heard the rest of what she was going to say.
"...a phone call soon, but this is more important. I wanted to tell you something. I have..."
Nearly fainted again.
"...the feeling that your wife wouldn't approve of you fucking me, but, last time, I let you get away too quickly." With that, Hannah stepped up closer, throwing her arms around my neck, planting a kiss on me that left no question that she wanted me.
I was in no position to argue. I pulled her close, and began returning the kiss. Not wanting to be presumptuous, I resisted the urge to take her robe off. Seemingly reading my mind, she stepped back, dropping her robe to the ground. Not that I wasn't already becoming aroused, but seeing Hannah's naked body gave me an instant hard-on. About 5'2" or so, she was a bigger girl; however, being big, and being sexy, aren't mutually exclusive. She definitely was sexy. One of the cutest faces I had ever seen, a pair of boobs to die for (or die in between), an adorable ass, and a tasty pussy that was tight, but not too tight.
She turned, and walked to her bedroom. I stood where I was, partly waiting for the sign to follow her, partly watching her ass. I couldn't be certain, but I thought I saw an unnatural switch, as her ass cheeks seemed to move differently than usual.
"Are you coming?" She asked. Answering her own question, she responded, "Not yet, you're not, but, if you follow me, we can talk about it." I followed her into her bedroom. "You're way overdressed. Let me fix that." She pulled my shirt off over my head, me lifting my arms to help her. She undid my belt, then dropped to her knees. Hooking her fingers into my waistband, she pulled my pants and boxers down in one shot, and indicated I should step out of them. I did, after which she wasted no further time by putting my cock in her mouth.
She expertly sucked on the head, running her tongue around it. She started taking more and more into her mouth, until she had all seven and a half inches down her throat. She throated me like a champ. She even grabbed my hips, indicating she wanted me to fuck her face. I started thrusting in and out of her mouth, but, that wasn't where I wanted to cum, so I held back. I pulled her to her feet, and resumed kissing her. After about a minute, I moved her over to the bed, and laid her on it. I started to work my way down, kissing her collarbone, her chest, then her breasts. I kissed all over her 44-H tits, then moved to sucking her nipples. I felt her back arch, which let me know that she liked what I was doing. I pulled her nipples together, to suck on both of them, and she moaned. I knew it was time. I kissed the rest of the way down her body, licking inside her navel, until I reached her previously-shaved pussy, which, I was pleased to see, was already warm, wet, and opening up.
I ran my tongue along the crease, and felt her tense up. She didn't motion for me to stop, so, I didn't. Because this is my favorite part, I settled into giving her a severe tongue-lashing...the good kind. I pushed her legs up, bending her knees, and rested the balls of her feet on my shoulders. I licked the crease again, using my tongue to scoop some of the wetness out of her hole. I slurped and swallowed happily, then licked her lips while moving up to her clit.
It was already hard, and protruding lewdly from beneath the hood. I attacked it with my tongue, and she squealed, while releasing a small shot of liquid from her pussy. That told me keep going, so I sucked her clit between my lips, and batted at it with the tip of my tongue. A low guttural moan told me she was enjoying my ministrations, more so when I slid two fingers into her honey hole. I increased the pressure of my mouth while finger-fucking her. This drove her over the edge. She began bucking her hips, using her feet on my shoulders as leverage. My face became covered in her cum as she rubbed her pussy on it. After settling down from what may have been two or three orgasms, she reached down, and pulled me up to her. She kissed me, and started to lick her cum from around my mouth. "I want you to fuck me," she said. I was certainly not about to argue. This cute, sexy, utterly delicious woman wanted my cock buried in her. I was as hard as AP Calculus as I entered her very well-lubricated twat. In no time at all, my seven-and-a-half inches was deep inside her, and her pussy was leaking everywhere. I could feel the cum running down my balls, a warm, wet high-five. I pulled nearly all the way out, then all the way back in. She grunted as the head of my dick made contact with the back of her pussy. I felt her hands gripping my back, pressing her very large tits into my chest. I reached down, grabbing her right boob, pulling it to my mouth, and sucking her nipple in deeply. Continuing to suck her right nipple, I began fucking in earnest. After about two minutes of this, she came again, and I could feel more liquid sliding down my balls, and onto the bed below us. I knew there had to be a large quantity of girlcum on the bed that hadn't touched me, and chuckled to myself about her needing to do her laundry. I could tell this was definitely the home stretch for me, because I felt the tightening under my sack. I let go of her nipple, leaned back, pulled her legs up to me, and back toward her head. I took full strokes, all 7.5 in, then out, with authority. After five minutes, and eight more orgasms for Hannah, I took my final stroke, and came deep in the back of her pussy. As soon as she felt my cum hit her, she had another orgasm, just from the feeling of me cumming inside her. I pulled her lips apart with my thumbs, just to try to get in deeper. Once my orgasm subsided, I collapsed next to her. I pushed her over so that I could spoon her. We must have fallen asleep. I realized this only because I woke up. She was still asleep, so I got up, moved her the head of the bed, tucked her in, and kissed her. I reclothed, and slipped out the door, putting my shoes on. I hoped back in my car, and made the trip home. I got into the shower, to wash the scent of a woman off me. As much as I didn't want to, I figured I should. My wife was due home shortly. I stepped out of the shower, and turned the water off. As if on cue, I heard her car pull up. I finished getting dressed, and headed downstairs. After the standard greetings, she asked me, "Did Hannah get hold of you?"
Trying to hide my nervousness, I answered, "Yeah, she did."
"Did you give her the advice she asked for?"
I couldn't help but hear the smirk in her voice. "Yeah," I said.
"Did you have a good time?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked indignantly.
"Honey, she asked me last week for my permission to fuck you. I told her she could, but, because I love watching you squirm, I told her make it seem like you were sneaking around."
"I do love you, but, one of these days, you're going to give me a heart attack." I kissed her again.
"You taste like pussy," she remarked. "I like it."
Today was one of the few Saturdays my wife had to work, so I took advantage by doing nothing. Well, not "nothing", per se. I had my cock in my hand, stroking it, thinking about how my wife had enjoyed her gangbang. I wasn't at all in a hurry to cum, so it was just a leisurely stroke, where I would occasionally rub my nipples, thinking about how I had watched my wife get fucked by twelve guys, and The Solution; a little "thank you" for what she did for me.
Then, the phone rang. I answered it, without thinking, with no regard for the cock still in my hand. "Hello?" I said, at that moment, thinking how odd it was to talk on the phone, dick in hand.
"Hi," a sweet female voice said back. She didn't ask to talk to me, so, obviously, she wasn't a telemarketer. "It's Hannah," she continued. "I need to talk to you about something, in person. Can you come over?"
"Sure," I said, flying into a panic. Remembering what happened between us a couple of weeks ago, I could be in for some information that could change my life forever.
"Do you still remember how to get to my house?" "Apartment" would have been a better word, but I wasn't going to argue. I also wasn't going to tell her that I have a photographic memory, and that I rarely forget how to get somewhere I've been. "I think I remember. I'll be there in a half hour, maybe forty minutes." I wasn't doing anything more important, so I just needed to quickly wash up, then get over there.
After a seven-minute shower, and another five minutes getting decent clothes on, I was on my way. I drove past the restaurant at which she works, crossed the bridge, and made the appropriate turns to end up at her apartment complex. After finding a parking space, I made my way to her apartment, and knocked on the door.
Hannah opened the door wearing a bathrobe; not particularly strange for a Saturday morning, but something of note, nonetheless. She beckoned me in, and, out of respect, I took my shoes off while walking in.
Not wanting to get right down to business, I asked, "So, not that I'm unhappy to hear from you, but how did you get my number?"
"Your wife gave it to me. I called her at the store, and told her that I needed to get some business advice." She smirked at me, mischievously.
"Do you?" I asked.
"Well, remember last time I saw you?"
"Yeah," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
"Well..." she said, stretching out both the word, and my panic, "I'm...expecting...-"
I was pretty much sure I was going to faint. I tried to maintain consciousness until I heard the rest of what she was going to say.
"...a phone call soon, but this is more important. I wanted to tell you something. I have..."
Nearly fainted again.
"...the feeling that your wife wouldn't approve of you fucking me, but, last time, I let you get away too quickly." With that, Hannah stepped up closer, throwing her arms around my neck, planting a kiss on me that left no question that she wanted me.
I was in no position to argue. I pulled her close, and began returning the kiss. Not wanting to be presumptuous, I resisted the urge to take her robe off. Seemingly reading my mind, she stepped back, dropping her robe to the ground. Not that I wasn't already becoming aroused, but seeing Hannah's naked body gave me an instant hard-on. About 5'2" or so, she was a bigger girl; however, being big, and being sexy, aren't mutually exclusive. She definitely was sexy. One of the cutest faces I had ever seen, a pair of boobs to die for (or die in between), an adorable ass, and a tasty pussy that was tight, but not too tight.
She turned, and walked to her bedroom. I stood where I was, partly waiting for the sign to follow her, partly watching her ass. I couldn't be certain, but I thought I saw an unnatural switch, as her ass cheeks seemed to move differently than usual.
"Are you coming?" She asked. Answering her own question, she responded, "Not yet, you're not, but, if you follow me, we can talk about it." I followed her into her bedroom. "You're way overdressed. Let me fix that." She pulled my shirt off over my head, me lifting my arms to help her. She undid my belt, then dropped to her knees. Hooking her fingers into my waistband, she pulled my pants and boxers down in one shot, and indicated I should step out of them. I did, after which she wasted no further time by putting my cock in her mouth.
She expertly sucked on the head, running her tongue around it. She started taking more and more into her mouth, until she had all seven and a half inches down her throat. She throated me like a champ. She even grabbed my hips, indicating she wanted me to fuck her face. I started thrusting in and out of her mouth, but, that wasn't where I wanted to cum, so I held back. I pulled her to her feet, and resumed kissing her. After about a minute, I moved her over to the bed, and laid her on it. I started to work my way down, kissing her collarbone, her chest, then her breasts. I kissed all over her 44-H tits, then moved to sucking her nipples. I felt her back arch, which let me know that she liked what I was doing. I pulled her nipples together, to suck on both of them, and she moaned. I knew it was time. I kissed the rest of the way down her body, licking inside her navel, until I reached her previously-shaved pussy, which, I was pleased to see, was already warm, wet, and opening up.
I ran my tongue along the crease, and felt her tense up. She didn't motion for me to stop, so, I didn't. Because this is my favorite part, I settled into giving her a severe tongue-lashing...the good kind. I pushed her legs up, bending her knees, and rested the balls of her feet on my shoulders. I licked the crease again, using my tongue to scoop some of the wetness out of her hole. I slurped and swallowed happily, then licked her lips while moving up to her clit.
It was already hard, and protruding lewdly from beneath the hood. I attacked it with my tongue, and she squealed, while releasing a small shot of liquid from her pussy. That told me keep going, so I sucked her clit between my lips, and batted at it with the tip of my tongue. A low guttural moan told me she was enjoying my ministrations, more so when I slid two fingers into her honey hole. I increased the pressure of my mouth while finger-fucking her. This drove her over the edge. She began bucking her hips, using her feet on my shoulders as leverage. My face became covered in her cum as she rubbed her pussy on it. After settling down from what may have been two or three orgasms, she reached down, and pulled me up to her. She kissed me, and started to lick her cum from around my mouth. "I want you to fuck me," she said. I was certainly not about to argue. This cute, sexy, utterly delicious woman wanted my cock buried in her. I was as hard as AP Calculus as I entered her very well-lubricated twat. In no time at all, my seven-and-a-half inches was deep inside her, and her pussy was leaking everywhere. I could feel the cum running down my balls, a warm, wet high-five. I pulled nearly all the way out, then all the way back in. She grunted as the head of my dick made contact with the back of her pussy. I felt her hands gripping my back, pressing her very large tits into my chest. I reached down, grabbing her right boob, pulling it to my mouth, and sucking her nipple in deeply. Continuing to suck her right nipple, I began fucking in earnest. After about two minutes of this, she came again, and I could feel more liquid sliding down my balls, and onto the bed below us. I knew there had to be a large quantity of girlcum on the bed that hadn't touched me, and chuckled to myself about her needing to do her laundry. I could tell this was definitely the home stretch for me, because I felt the tightening under my sack. I let go of her nipple, leaned back, pulled her legs up to me, and back toward her head. I took full strokes, all 7.5 in, then out, with authority. After five minutes, and eight more orgasms for Hannah, I took my final stroke, and came deep in the back of her pussy. As soon as she felt my cum hit her, she had another orgasm, just from the feeling of me cumming inside her. I pulled her lips apart with my thumbs, just to try to get in deeper. Once my orgasm subsided, I collapsed next to her. I pushed her over so that I could spoon her. We must have fallen asleep. I realized this only because I woke up. She was still asleep, so I got up, moved her the head of the bed, tucked her in, and kissed her. I reclothed, and slipped out the door, putting my shoes on. I hoped back in my car, and made the trip home. I got into the shower, to wash the scent of a woman off me. As much as I didn't want to, I figured I should. My wife was due home shortly. I stepped out of the shower, and turned the water off. As if on cue, I heard her car pull up. I finished getting dressed, and headed downstairs. After the standard greetings, she asked me, "Did Hannah get hold of you?"
Trying to hide my nervousness, I answered, "Yeah, she did."
"Did you give her the advice she asked for?"
I couldn't help but hear the smirk in her voice. "Yeah," I said.
"Did you have a good time?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked indignantly.
"Honey, she asked me last week for my permission to fuck you. I told her she could, but, because I love watching you squirm, I told her make it seem like you were sneaking around."
"I do love you, but, one of these days, you're going to give me a heart attack." I kissed her again.
"You taste like pussy," she remarked. "I like it."
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