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Deep Secret Ch. 13 – Underwater free porn video
Let me take a moment to get my thoughts straight. I want to tell the rest of the story clearly, but there are some items that are now fuzzy, some items I was unable to figure out, and some items that I never discovered nor could even piece together.
Through it all, though, Simone never stopped proving how amazing she was during the time we knew one another.
As I’ve said previously, Simone had been on my mind since Amanda and I began our Hawaiian vacation several weeks ago. After returning from the trip, we had a few days to relax. It’s probably counterintuitive, but I’ve always felt that it’s worth taking a slightly shorter vacation to have a few days of buffer between the end of a vacation and the return to the workaday world.
We did that at the end of this trip, too. The family took it easy. It was fun to see and play with the kids again. It was nice to see they’d missed us. Amanda’s parents had spoiled them as only grandparents can and we all enjoyed the warmth of being together again.
The previous night Amanda had put the kids to sleep early and the two of us screwed like teenagers. I’d managed to come three times — once in her mouth — and I lost count of how many orgasms Amanda’d had. It was some of our best sex ever, in fact. Thoughts of Simone had not entered my mind: Amanda was hot — and not just for a MILF!
Plus, she knew me. Boy, did she know me. If Simone was the perfect woman, Amanda was a saint!
‘You’ve been thinking about Simone a lot lately, haven’t you?’
‘Guilty,’ I answered, as she snuggled against me. ‘It’s been a long time since I thought about her, but something about the vacation brought back memories of the time I spent with her. You’re not angry, are you? Or jealous?’
‘No,’ she said candidly. ‘I suppose I’m envious that I don’t have the figure she has, but then again I’m envious that I don’t have the figure I used to have.’
‘Hey, now, don’t say that,’ I said to her. ‘I was just thinking what a great shape you have — and not just for a woman who’s had kids. I mean you have a great body. Period.’
‘Yeah, I know, you say that often. And I must admit it feels nice to hear. I also get told that by women when I go to the gym. But I know Simone was more than just an old girlfriend. She has a certain place in your mind, a place that I’ll never enter.’
Hesitating a moment, apprehensively I told her, ‘I have to be honest, but, you’re right. That’s probably true.’ After giving her a quick kiss I asked her, ‘Does that upset you?’
She apparently had decided that there was no use going over this territory again so she redirected the topic a little. She reached for my now-flaccid cock and said, ‘I only wish I could deep throat this big hard dick of yours. I know that would make you happy.’
‘Sweetie,’ I said to her, putting my hand between her legs and working on her very wet and exciting clit to get her off again, ‘she was a once in a lifetime person. And, I’m amazed at how deep you can take me in your throat. I would never have imagined you could do that when we first met. You never stop providing me with terrific sex.’
I focused on her pussy and clit silently. After a minute or two I said, ‘Who cares what ever happened to Simone? What’s true is that you’re the person I married, had three great kids with, and made a home with. I love you. You make me complete.’ I gave her some more kisses along her neck, ‘And you are one hot babe!’
Amanda hugged me just as her climax began. She put a hand on mine to stop my movements and just held on for dear life. Jeez, she was a sexy woman. Except for Simone, I’ve never known another woman who could come so easily — and so often.
‘Maybe one day I’ll be able to take you all the way down my throat. I know I’m going to keep trying,’ she said as she drifted off to sleep.
I truly was a lucky man.
The following day was my first day heading back to the office after our wonderful trip. In the morning on the train into the city, as we crossed a bridge, though I rarely took in the sites during my commute, I looked out at the river.
Looking further north I noticed a bridge that reminded me again of that day with Simone. After leaving Little Jimmy’s place, we were heading back across the harbor. The rain had slowed a little, but the storm’s winds were in full force. We decided to head to one of our favorite Asian restaurants just around the corner from Simone’s place.
‘Hey,’ I said to her, interrupting the silence after the short conversation about dinner plans, ‘what’s the story with the guy who came out of the elevator with Mrs. Milford? It seemed like you knew him or that he weirded you out a little.’
‘Oh, I don’t know,’ she replied, only somewhat convincingly. ‘He just looked like a guy I used to know. But, what would he be doing with Mrs. Milford, right?’
‘Are you sure?’ I pressed her. ‘You kind of freaked. I mean, you lost much of a mouthful of semen and I’ve never known you to ‘waste cum.”
From the expression on her face and the silent tension in the car, I got the hint that it was time to stop questioning her. OK, so maybe it was more like getting hit with a 2 by 4. Regardless, something was up, but I was not going to discover it at this time. The abrupt change in her mood had made that clear.
In the quiet car I turned on the radio and it was tuned to an oldies station. The Beach Boys were singing a real oldie, ‘Surfer Girl.’ This was the kind of slow dance that would have made me ache to dance with Simone if I were a high school kid and she were available for a dance. To be able to hold her and those immense boobs of hers close to me, and do this in front of the whole school… That would have been amazing. Of course, I probably would have been embarrassed by my hard-on, but knowing Simone, she would have been flattered — and surely excited by it.
We could ride the surf together While our love would grow In my Woody I would take you everywhere I go…
After the modulation to the last chorus, the atmosphere from the passenger side of the car appeared to thaw. Simone suddenly reached over and began slowly stroking my cock through the thick denim of my jeans. It felt good and I began to get aroused again. After the last 24 hours of almost non-stop sex I was surprised I could even get a hard-on! (I began to count my orgasms. Was it 7 or 8? I knew I’d never been so excited by any other woman.) Yet, just by her leaning over a little and softly stroking me, my arousal began anew.
‘I can’t wait until I can get a hold of this woody. I know exactly where I’d take it,’ she said to me, cueing off the Beach Boys completely different meaning of the term ‘woody.’ I liked the Beach Boys all right, but nothing compared to Simone’s impassioned caress.
All I could think about was how cramped my cock was inside my jeans. Since we were almost at the restaurant, more fun with Dick and Simone would have to wait until we got back to her place.
As the song ended and the announcer came on, Simone looked for a quieter sound, finding a classical station playing something that sounded like early eighteenth century Italian, but Simone knew far more about classical music than I did.
She began to tell me that she thought it was Vivaldi, but admitted that it could be Corelli. As she went on, I thought about the fact that we were going to spend the night at her place. This would allow me the perfect opportunity to find out her bra size.
I know how childish that sounds, but, though I was in my late 20s, a guy is always a guy. We love numbers. We love statistics.
After the music history lesson ended, we were silent for a few minutes until we found a spot to park about a block from the restaurant and a block in the other direction from her apartment. Then she said, ‘You know, Ed, I think I reek of man-juice. You probably can’t smell it, but I’d like to run back to my place for a quick shower. I mean, the smell
of coriander or cumin can’t compete with cum.’
‘I’m really hungry, but I’ll say OK only if we shower together,’ I said, suddenly surprised at the disappearance of my appetite for food.
‘Deal. But you realize that it might delay satiating your hunger.’
‘Somehow, I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing…’ I said, tweaking one of her nipples gently.
Leaning forward a little, into my finger’s attention, she responded with an immediate sighed ‘ooh.’
Enough said.
When we got to her place, we stripped quickly and got into her shower, the only shower I’ve ever known to have instant hot water. I don’t know how she got so lucky, but her apartment had the coolest bathroom: neat fixtures, high-tech lighting, and that wonderful shower.
We began washing ourselves individually. She lathered up her short blond hair with some shampoo and then said, ‘Here, feel this.’
‘What am I feeling?’
‘It’s a spot of what a minute ago was dried cum. You can always feel the slimy quality. It’s also a little bit of disappointment: it means that there was some of this delicious liquid that I didn’t get to taste.’
While she was speaking I was having a field day soaping up her breasts, her immense, almost impossible breasts. Each the size of a head of cauliflower or a cantaloupe.
No matter how much attention I paid to them, I always felt a little intimidated by them up close, like there were these two other people in bed with us. Fortunately, they were friendly people, not wanting much but a little bit of attention. I did what I could to make them happy.
With the water cascading down upon me I had my eyes mostly closed. Suddenly I felt her breasts pull away and down — and out of my grasp.
Before I knew what was happening, the soapy cleavage between my two friends was pressing itself around my cock. I looked down to see Simone on her knees with her breasts completely enfolding my cock. I naturally began to move my hips, pressing forward between them. Her breasts were so large that I could almost fuck them pushing my cock straight forward, right between them and just barely reaching the smooth skin of her sternum.
The full size of Simone’s breasts gave her a naturally tight cleavage. There wasn’t really any space between them: each one began at almost the same spot in the middle of her chest.
Regardless, she began to help by pressing them even more tightly together, sitting back a little, and leaning her head forward to suck on my head. It was exciting to see her extended nipples, crinkled areolas, and, of course, my cock thrusting in and out of her talented mouth.
The more I thrust, the more excited she became until she was moaning loudly with each one. The sound echoed around the hard walls of the shower as she was taking me deeper and, again, sucking like a machine.
My mind began to wander, thinking about what kind of workout she must have done to develop the facial and throat techniques to make a man feel so wonderful. Then I remembered that she’d told me it just came naturally when she first began giving blowjobs. In fact, she cited some study that said that a large percentage of the population, like 30 or 40 percent, didn’t have the gag reflex. It seemed wrong to me, however. How was I so unlucky to have never found one of those women before?
Fortunately, the warm water and one of her hands rubbing all over my abs and chest brought me back from the mind drift.
Of course, it was also her familiar throat that was encasing my cock just like a condom might, only tighter. It felt so wonderful when she did this thing where her tongue and throat felt like they were stroking me, like getting a great hand job from the back of her tongue. I loved it and she knew it. It was a sure thing to make me come in almost no time. And in no time, I was ready to cum again.
She knew it was about to happen, even with the orgasms she’d begun to have several minutes before. With seasoned acumen she moved me slightly around so that the water was not falling on her and, I assumed, she could breath better.
In a moment, I was ready to cum, but she was not quite there, or so I guessed, at least for a biggie. She moved my cock out of her mouth and stroked me with both hands, hard, almost daring me to come right in her face.
Feeling as ready as ever, at least since I’d known her, I started to shoot. My first shot flew several inches onto her outstretched tongue. After that one, she stopped her stroking and just held me tightly, but using her hands to pulsate in time to my muscle contractions. Her timing was so spot on, I felt like I actually could be inside a pussy, but even better. Not only did she know just what to do, she also knew when.
Each successive spurt landed on her tongue, now slightly cupped so that none of my jizz would spill anywhere. Simone was coming along with me as I held onto her neck and shoulders with my hands.
After my strongest spews of semen started to diminish she sucked me into her mouth and ran her tongue around my cock, straining to suck out the last of my emissions.
Eventually the two of us finished our orgasms. She stood up and hugged me. With her a little taller than I we fit pretty well together, but I always had hoped to be several inches taller than my girlfriends. This had been true for most of them, but then along came Simone with her tall and slender (unless you counted the boobs) frame.
It felt so good to hold her next to me in the warm water. Then she pulled away from the shower’s flow and took a hand to wipe away a bit of water on her left breast. She opened her mouth just enough to drizzle some of my cum onto the area just above the areola. Next, she rubbed it around, just a little.
‘Here,’ she mumbled, the rest of my semen obvious in her mouth, ‘feel.’
She took my hand and rubbed it on her boob where the semen was. I could understand now what she meant about the sliminess of it. Though it wasn’t exactly a turn-on, she wanted me to know what she’d felt earlier when we first got into the shower so she had decided to do a show-and-tell using me as the silent partner.
It was surprising to me that I wasn’t sore, but I felt wonderful, especially now watching her swish and then swallow the load in her mouth. She smiled at me, laughing a little in embarrassment at her new bunch of climaxes just from the downward esophageal flow of semen, almost like it was a secret she didn’t want anyone to know.
This woman never ceased to amaze me. I gave her a quick hug and a kiss (tasting a little of my semen, always a bit weird, but with Simone everything was a turn-on).
We finally shut off the water, dried ourselves, and walked naked over to the bed for a brief nap. It had been a long, exhausting day filled with almost non-stop orgasms. I had some schoolwork I should probably have done, but it was getting late and we still hadn’t had dinner.
‘Let’s go eat,’ she said while lying next to me on the bed.
‘You sure you want to? It’s getting kind of late,’ I asked her.
‘Yeah, it’ll do us good to get some nourishment.’
‘OK,’ I agreed. We both put on some clean clothes. Simone dressed in all black: panties, bra, jeans, boots, some kind of knit top with long sleeves, and a short leather jacket.
‘You look like you’re getting ready for a bank heist,’ I kidded her.
In response she pulled out a pair of black leather gloves and a black wool hat. Now she looked even more like she was planning to case some place for a job. It was a bit eerie how almost sinister she looked, the blond hair vanished under the cap with a dark look on her normally smiling face.
‘Come on, you troublemaker,’ I said to her, ‘let’s go eat.’
The rain had stopped by the time we left her building. Yet, we both bundled up against the strong, cold wind. Though Simone’s place was nice and convenient, the neighborhood was predominantly businesses and even a few warehous
es.
It was pretty deserted here in the evening, strange that just a couple of blocks away the area changed dramatically to a lively well-lit and busy thoroughfare with pedestrian traffic until well after midnight.
Regardless, it felt safe, we were hungry, and heading for a nice dinner.
Never could I have known what new discoveries the evening would bring.
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