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Sweaty and spent, David pulled out of me and fell on his back, and I rolled out of Sue and collapsed between them. It was quiet for a moment as our breathing relaxed and our heart rates settled into the safety zone. It was a lovely ride down.
Then David reached across me and held out his hand to Sue, and she took it, squeezed it, and tugged on it, urging him towards her. Gently, he made his way over me, and the two of them faced each other and began to hug and sweetly kiss.
It was definitely time to make my exit.
I was still fully dressed, just needed to wrestle off the snap-on and find my purse. I finally found it beneath the foot of the bed next to Sue’s dress and lingerie. Don’t ask me why I did it; I took her panties.
David and Sue were cooing and laughing, planning their weekend with the kids and grand-kids, oblivious to my presence, so I stood at the end of the bed and watched them for a few moments. He caressed her, kissed her, told her he loved her, and how much he had missed having her in his arms.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you, David,” she said, “but things are going to be different after tonight – I promise you that.”
It was a powerfully tender re-connection, and I couldn’t help remarking about it.
“You are very lucky, Sue, to have such a romantic and devoted husband. I’m the one who is jealous.”
Then I turned and proceeded into the bathroom and spent some time in there showering off and putting myself back together. Obviously, I wouldn’t be staying for dinner. The merry menage-a-trois had sparked something in Sue that had brought her and David closer together, and naturally that had widened the gulf between he and I.
I figured I could make my escape undetected, as the reunited lovebirds were most likely in the throes of the act itself, and I’d be able to sneak by. But when I emerged from the bathroom 20 minutes later, David was dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed with a beer in his hand. Sue was dressed as well, standing at the bedroom door, probably anxious for me to leave.
“It was very nice meeting you, Sue,” I said, with a gentle grin and a nod, “and I wish you both the best of luck.”
It sounded final because it WAS final. But when I attempted to get past her, she grabbed my arm.
“Wait,” she said, “You can’t leave yet. What about dinner and . . .” Then she cupped her hand to my ear and whispered the last two words.
Round two? I was still basking in the wake of round one! I hesitated as I tried to come up with the right answer. Dinner alone in Lunenburg? Or one more tug and tussle with David’s blue steel, and a plate full of liver and onions? Obviously, I chose the latter. After all, I had Sue’s permission, and I hadn’t had liver and onions in ages.
David read my mind. He smiled and rose from the bed, took my purse from me, and set it and his beer on the dresser. Sue kissed him on the cheek as she walked past him and took a seat in the comfy corner chair. She fiddled with her phone for a minute and soft music began to float through the room. I waited for one of them to make the first move, and after a nod from his wife, David reached for my hand and raised it to his lips.
“Sue wants me to make love to you,” he said, through a broad white smile.
And right then, I knew this thing could go sideways.
I looked at Sue and she smiled and gave me a reassuring thumbs up, but what had felt so right just 30 seconds previous, all of a sudden felt so wrong. I mean a 3-way is a 3-way, and a fuck is just a fuck, but watching her husband make love to me? That might bring out the ‘ol green-eyed monster in her, and very soon I could find myself on the other end of that hammer. She must have known that after 8 months of late-night pornographic pillow talk, David would be dying to demonstrate the details in the flesh. And while I most definitely wanted to be on the receiving end of his passion, the fact that this was Sue’s idea made me wary.
“Wait, I’ve got a better idea,” I said, stepping back and away from David, “Why don’t I watch while you two make love? Remember David? I told you I might like to do that.”
David knitted his brow, then looked at his wife for direction, and there was no longer any doubt in my mind that Sue was in charge of this shindig and had orchestrated this evening’s entire production.
“No,” said Çankaya Escort Sue, like a stern mother, “David has made love to me many times, and there will be many more. This is a singular opportunity for him to make love to another woman, and I want to watch him enjoy pleasuring THAT WOMAN.”
Her stiff delivery gave me the distinct impression she didn’t like me, but then again why would she?
I decided to lie about a scheduled call with my editor that I had forgotten, but before I could, David took my face in his strong hands and kissed me, then rested his forehead against mine.
“Don’t be nervous, Candy,” he said, smiling, then he wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck and his arm around my waist and danced me slowly side to side. He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long – didn’t think it would happen under these circumstances, but we’re going to pretend we’re the only two people in this room . . . in this house . . . in this world.”
He hummed a little to Sade’s Smooth Operator as he nibbled my earlobe and we swayed. I put my arms around his neck and peered up at him.
“I’ll try,” I said, hoping I was worried about nothing.
“Let me make it easy for you,” he said, with a grin, then moved his lips to my neck and sucked on it with enough intensity to leave a mark. My head rolled limply to the side, and I closed my eyes, then a bolt of lightning grounded out at the apex of my legs and my knees weakened. David slid his hands under the dress to cup my ample bottom and support me, then kneaded and squeezed, and the long fingers of his meaty man-hands worked their way lower, teasing my crack.
So frickin’ hot.
I wrapped my heel around his calf and started a slow grind against him, then slipped my right palm between us and rubbed it up and down against his zipper.
“Mmmmmmm, Candy, I want you so bad,” he said, so sexy and low, but loud enough for Sue to hear it. I couldn’t see her face, but I saw her shift in her seat and cross one leg over the other. Then slowly, David began to dance the dress over my head.
David had seen plenty of me and my lingerie in pictures and on screen, but the live version lit up his eyes with a fiery flame. His steamy gaze hovered over my breasts, pressed up tightly together and gift-wrapped in the delicate powder pink demi-bra, my stony nipples just under the edge of the sheer lace cups. Then his eyes floated down over my tanned stomach to the matching lace thong, before rising and meeting my own.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
I drank in his admiration as David caressed my arms and skated his tongue along my collarbone, and although he had told me I was beautiful many times before, that word was enormously more meaningful when accompanied by his greedy touch.
He eased me onto the edge of the bed.
“Lay back and spread your legs for me,” he said, smiling mischievously, “I want to taste some Candy.”
I rested back on the bed and turned my head to glance at Sue, and once again she smiled a reassuring smile, albeit a chillier version of the first one.
David unbuttoned his shirt and it slid from his shoulders, then he loosened his belt, unzipped his pants and let them sag to his knees. I saw his cock twitch beneath the leopard boy shorts, and I so wanted to take him in my mouth and get him good and plenty, but when I made a move towards it, he shook his head no. He took my hands in his and leaned over me, pinning my arms over my head, before bending to touch his velvet lips to mine, then he lowered his tongue to fill my mouth and frenched me so sexy. It ignited an abrupt and intense desire to be taken by him, and I began to writhe beneath him, placing my bare feet on the edge of the bed, flexing up against him. His cock grew stiff against my stomach, and I thought any second now he’s going to drill me with it against the side of the bed, but he didn’t.
He kissed his way down my neck to my chest, then worked the lace cups of the bra under my swollen breasts with his thumbs – they weren’t as big as his wife’s, but they were more than a mouthful – more than a handful. He licked and sucked and nibbled on their pink pebbled tips, alternating between them – a splendid torture; they never got this kind of attention at home. My married sex had Keçiören Escort become pre-programmed, mechanical, unimaginative, and efficient, and had been reduced over the years to a 5-minute routine. Allen’s appetite only aroused every month or so, and by then I’d be so frickin’ desperate for the real deal, those few short minutes it took to bring me off felt like an eternity.
“You with me baby?” David asked, raising his gaze, and that brought me back into the moment.
“Yes,” I said, “Please don’t stop.”
David smiled then began his journey south of the equator, kissing his way down my stomach, then he fell to his knees, and maneuvered my legs over his shoulders. He pressed his lips against the dewy thong strap guarding the gate to my entrance, then snaked his nimble tongue under it and invaded me. He reached for my hands and intertwined his fingers with mine and dragged me closer to him, and then opened wide to ravage my ripe peach. His round one jizz was still inside of me, and I wondered if he could taste himself.
David sat back on his heels and I figured he was going to get up and take me – I was so ready for that cock. But instead, he worked me with his fingers; his thumb on my clit, his index finger in my quivering quim, and his middle finger tapping at my back door. His three-pronged attack had me almost at the point of no return, but his fingers retreated, and he dove back in face first, teasing my clit with his athletic tongue and pulling on it with his lips until it was painfully hard, and so sensitive, I almost had to push him away.
“David, I need to cum!” I pleaded.
“Sssshhhh,” he said, and I felt the warm caress of his breath as his tongue sailed its way farther south and the tip of it tickled my rim. I gasped; that was a first for me – the feel of it, and the THOUGHT of it – sheer erotic bliss.
David continued to switch it up, delighting me with his creativity, the reach of his fingers, the strength of his muscular tongue, and his romantic ramblings, but eventually, I couldn’t take anymore of the edging.
“I need you, David,” I said, breathlessly, then realized how personal it had sounded. Once again, I turned my head to look at Sue. She was quiet, focused, studying us, as if she would be tested later on the material.
David stood, his eyes at half mast as they roamed over my eager anatomy. I could see his heartbeat banging through his boner beneath the panties. He stroked himself through the satiny leopard fabric, then he hooked his thumb under the panty edge and lowered it just enough to expose his crown – a tortuous tease.
I scooted back on the bed and David crawled after me, laying down fully on top of me. He was a big man and I welcomed his weight; it felt so good – sure beat the hell out of video chat. He kissed me deep and hungry, and I inhaled my scent still glistening on his lips.
“I taste like your wife,” I said, with a giggle, and he giggled too.
“Yes, you do,” he said, “Sweet.”
We rolled around against each other for a while, necking and dry humping like teenagers, then he got his hand between us and started working the leopard panties down under his balls. I knew he wasn’t going to remove them, or my thong either; he liked to fuck with underwear on – that was well established. He perched on an elbow, and lifted his hips, and I spread my legs wide for him so he could rub his granite against my thong, then he worked his tip under it and found my stormy center.
“Are you ready for me baby?” he asked.
“Yes, please hurry!” I said, thrusting up against him.
But of course he didn’t hurry. He inched in, nice and easy, a slow romantic rock; I thought he’d never get there. Eventually, I felt him brush against my g-spot, and I wrapped my legs high on his back, and he drove in the last of himself. His cock buried deep and wide and alive inside me, I bucked to meet his sway, as he murmured sweet seductive nothings in my ear. It’s what I wanted to hear, what I needed to hear, but never heard from Allen.
“Make me cum, David,” I begged.
“Not yet, Candy,” he said, then he buried his face in my blonde curls, moved his large hands under me, and squeezed my ass, angling it up as he ground down into me. And there I was again, almost at the point of no return.
“So good,” I groaned, Etimesgut Escort “I’m so right there.”
“Hold on baby,” David said, and abruptly, he pulled out, then rose to his knees. He grabbed two large pillows and maneuvered them under my hips, raising them high, then he reached down for his throbbing rod and skated it along my aching abyss, before settling it lower, against my starfish.
I looked up and met his earnest stare.
“I want to take you this way,” he said.
I wasn’t surprised. We’d talked about this; it would be a first for him. But not going to lie, I was nervous. I’d only done anal with Allen and he was small – the Irish Curse as it’s called. David was double the width and half again as long, but I trusted him to be tender. My hand swept the bed until it landed on the lube, and I passed it to him. He smoothed the cool gel on his missile and on the target; his hand was shaking. He pulsed his crown against me, then finally, and with some encouragement, he summoned the bravery to ease himself through my back door.
“Oh my God,” he exhaled, as he advanced, very carefully, into the unknown, the expression on his face – utter ecstasy. And once nestled tight inside that wet hot forbidden zone, he rested down on me and we began a nice gentle hump waltz.
“Does it feel good, baby?” he asked, “Because it damn sure does to me – just the thought of it, oh my God.”
“Hell yes it feels great,” I murmured, “and yeah I know – just the thought of it.”
I turned once more to look at Sue; she was intensely expressionless. David, however, was flushed with euphoria, his eyes squeezed shut, his nostrils flared, as he prepared to unload in that high rent district.
Then, an unexpected whirl and flurry as David flipped me and bent me over the pillows, and what had been an achingly exquisite love-making experience, mutated into raw, carnal, feral, fucking.
“Anal should be doggy; don’t you think, Candy?” he said, and he jerked the fragile lace thong down around my upper thighs with one hand and slapped my white ass hard with the other. I cried out from the surprise, and I heard Sue gasp. David pressed down on my upper back, flattening me to the mattress and elevating my hips. He spanked me again, harder, and I could feel myself redden after the sting. When he drove himself in, he didn’t hurt me, but he didn’t hold back either.
“Wow! Oh FUCK yeah,” David howled, as he took me with a deep, slow, even stroke, “What a view! You gonna cum for me Candy?”
Then he reached around and got his hand between my legs and rubbed and bucked, panting like that doggy.
“Not unless you start fucking me like you mean it, old man,” I groaned over my shoulder, grinning. I was barely holding on.
“Oh God,” he growled, his breathing ragged, the sweat dripping from his forehead down the tip of nose and onto my back, “you love this don’t you, Candy, you naughty little-“
“FUCK me!” I shouted, and David breathed in sharply, then magnified the velocity and the ferocity of his thrust, until his control over it got away from him.
“Cum with me Candy baby . . . I’m going to take your ASS! Oh GOD! Right now! I’m losing it! OH FUCK!!”
And we crossed that line, and as the tumultuous tremors began to overtake us, I reached back and dug my nails into David’s thighs in an attempt to drag him closer, and almost drew blood.
“God DAMNIT!” he roared, then rammed me with that blue steel in response, and the headboard slammed against the wall.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! resonated through the room, as David committed to his first-time anal, and the bedroom wall and I continued to take a thumping.
FUCK! It hurt so good.
Then that burning surge of indescribable pleasure began to engulf me, and I cried out in warning, and when my ass clasped David’s invader in its involuntary vise grip and spasmed on it, I came like I had never cum before, screaming his name, and arching up into him. He got on his feet, squatting behind me, managing as much as a man in his 60’s could muster, and with a thunderous guttural growl, he discharged his weary weapon.
Destroyed, we decoupled and melted into the mattress.
The room was quiet and still and I could only imagine Sue was regretting her decision to watch David and I pair-bond, especially since he had decided to freestyle it at the end – pretty sure the anal was his idea.
He rolled towards me and whispered very quietly in my ear.
“I don’t know what to say except . . . are you free next Friday?”
I laughed out loud. And when I rolled to meet him and squeezed his hand, he kissed me with the greatest affection, softly, sweetly, and for what I believed would be the last time.
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