Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwife s Weekend
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Slowly I close my eyes and let the music take control, moving me to its
rhythms and beats until I am lost in it. As I move I begin touching
myself imagining that it is your hands on my body, your hands touching my
breasts, your hands pinching and pulling my nipples, your finger in my
mouth, your hands running through my hair, your hands running over my
stomach and hips, your hands stroking my bottom and thighs, your nails
dragging across my crotch. The music changes tempo a bit and I open my
eyes a little and through my lashes I see you there, staring at me and
touching yourself, obviously filled with desire... for me. You lust after
me and that's become such a good feeling to me that I can't stop a
satisfied smile from growing on my face as I close my eyes again. I keep
moving with the music and as I continue touching myself, imagining it is
your hands on my body, I remember the other night after dinner.
The dishwasher hadn't been working so I was doing the after dinner dishes
in the sink while you relaxed in the living room. The sink was full of
scalding hot soapy water so naturally I was wearing rubber gloves. There
I was not really thinking about much but what I was doing when I felt
your presence behind me. As you pressed your body against my back I
started to slow down and when you began kissing my neck I just closed my
eyes and stopped moving altogether. Your mouth played with my neck and my
ears while your hands roamed over the curves of my body and soon I was
sighing and squirming. Then placing your hands firmly on my hips you
began pulling them back so that I had to leave my hands in the steamy
soapy water and lean on them for support.
When you stopped I was bent over and balanced between my heels and my
hands so that I couldn't move without falling, but your hands kept me
steady. Then you slowly reached between my legs and stroked my thighs as
you pulled up the hem of my dress until it was over my hips, and then did
the same with my slip. By then I knew what was to come but you did
nothing for a minute or two, making me wait, until finally I felt you
pressing against my entry and then ever so slowly pushing into me as I
refelexively relaxed. So slowly, you made it seem to last forever... in
and then out, slowly, slowly, slowly increasing the tempo until you're
truly fucking me as you hold my hips immobile. And all in complete
silence. God it felt so good, and it seemed to go on forever... After we
finally finished cumming you gently straightened me up, pulled down my
slip and dress and then wrapped your arms around me holding me tightly to
you. Then kissing me lightly on the back of the neck you turned and went
back into the living room. The dishwater was cold and not a word had been
uttered the entire time. But then there was no need for words.
That's what sex is for me now. I can remember it being the other way,
being the one who penetrated, who possessed, but now that just doesn't
seem real. It's like I'm remembering something I read or something I
heard about that somebody I used to know did... but not something I would
ever have done or ever do. Sex for me is being penetrated by you, being
taken by you. If I start getting turned on, or something makes me think
of sex, then that's what I imagine. And if something makes me imagine you
doing that then I get turned on. We've done it that way so long and so
often, and no other way, that even trying to imagine myself in a
different role just doesn't seem real, or even possible. That's what sex
is for me now and I can't imagine it ever being any different.
The whole time I have been remembering that night I have continued moving
and touching myself and now I open my eyes, looking into yours as I
gradually take off my belt, using it as a prop to tease you for a while
before dropping it and then slowly unzipping my skirt and sliding it over
my hips and rear, making it as sexual as I know how and hoping you're
excitement is growing as fast as mine. So now I'm in nothing but panties,
garter belt, stockings and heels. I want you to be the one taking off my
panties and the rest I don't want to take off at all so I just go back to
dancing but now I'm holding out my breasts to you. They spill over my
hands but I'm supporting them, as much as possible, as my thumbs and
forefingers circle up from below to play with my nipples. There I am a
foot or two in front of you, pulling my breasts forward as if offering
them to you while I continue to dance. When I know the music will soon
change I dance back a bit and slowly sink to my knees still offering
my breasts to you. You're still playing with yourself as you spread your
legs wider and smile at me as I drop to all fours, my breasts hanging
heavy and swaying as I slowly move toward you. When I reach you I start
to lick and kiss your inner thighs as you guide my head forward until I
am at your pussy.
Compulsively I bury my face in you, inhaling your scent deep into my
lungs as I get my first taste of you. In an instant he ache of excitement
that's been building in me all evening becomes an aching need to please
you. I can't help myself as I start to lick and kiss and suck on you,
your sounds of pleasure urging me on. I love this, I love knowing that
I'm bringing you pleasure, I love your taste, your smell, the feel of you
as I lick and kiss your outer lips my tongue darting in deeper and then
slowly pushing your lips aside as it moves up to your clit for a moment
and then down again to slowly move inside you. I've done it so often now
that I can tell by your sounds and the feel of your hand on my head when
to go deeper, when to go harder, when to be softer, when to pay attention
to your clit and when to go lower. It's so good to know I'm pleasing you,
to not worry, to not have to guess, to simply relax and enjoy the feeling
of satisfaction that comes from giving you pleasure. I always know when
you are about to come and this time is no different as your hand on my
head pulls me in hard you while you climax. After we've had a little time
to recover you look down on me and smile then tell me to go in the
bedroom and wait for you.
When I get in the bedroom I think about slipping on one of my nighties
but you usually like to choose which one I wear at night, so I settle for
quickly fixing my face and then go lay on the bed to wait. After a bit
you enter and lay beside me, holding me, kissing me on the mouth. Your
kisses are gentle at first and gradually become more passionate, nibbling
on my lips, probing and stroking with your tongue as it slides in and out
of my soft, receptive, mouth. My hungry mouth. Licking, biting and
kissing my neck, face and ears you quickly bring me back to a completely
aroused state where I'm aware of nothing but your touch and my growing
need. You turn your attentions to my breasts, your hot mouth sucking on
my nipples, nibbling, pulling and teasing them to erection as your hands
roam over my breasts and stomach. That delicious slow stiffening, the
feel of my skin moving and pulling, the only kind of erection my body
experiences, the only kind I want.
Gradually your hands move lower and lower and I feel your nails on my
inner thighs causing me to spread my legs by reflex to provide you easy
access. Some incoherent mixture of sigh and moan escapes my lips as at
last I feel you sliding my panties off over my legs and heels, before you
begin gently probing with a finger. I used to be so tight but now I open
to you automatically before your finger even begins to press. I'm hungry
for you but you tease me a bit while your finger slides in and out,
asking me what I want, if I'm sure, making me ask repeatedly as you play
with me. I know that when you finally say yes I'll still have to wait for
you to put on your strap-on and that makes it even more frustrating but
also more erotic. But you surprise me as I finally feel something larger
pressing in. It is your strap-on, already prepared but you aren't wearing
it so I don't have to wait... I think... but after gently pushing it in
and out a few times you tell me to roll onto my tummy and then up on all
fours facing the mirror. So I do have to wait a little, but not long as
you quickly take your place behind me and buckle the harness around you.
As you're doing that I smile to think that it was my mother who began
turning me into this girl in the mirror, and now you're finishing the job
she abandoned. I watch us in the mirror as you begin to fuck me, my
breasts hanging heavy and low, swaying in time with my earrings and my
pendant... swaying in time to your thrusts. I lower myself onto my elbows
so that as my breasts swing back and forth beneath me my nipples are just
barely rubbing against the bed cover, sending little jolts of pleasure
through me... I can't stop myself from moaning at that. And then....
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