Sean Lambert and his wife, Amy, were excited about their upcoming trip to a desert resort in Arizona. Over the course of their twenty year marriage, they had always tried to celebrate their milestone anniversaries in a big way. Sean’s orthopedic surgery practice was well established so money was never an option.
On their last big trip, for their 15th, they had spent a long, raucous weekend in South Beach. After an incredible dinner, a pleasantly drunken Sean finally got the courage up to admit to Amy that he wanted to talk about their sex life.
Sean was sincere when he told her that he found her even more sexy after all their years together than when they were dating. Always a pretty girl, Amy had blossomed into a ravishing beauty. Even after three children, Amy was in great shape with a slim waist,long, slender legs and a gorgeous set of tits that had barely given into gravity. She wore her light brown hair straight,well past her shoulders, framing her high cheekbones and incredible blue eyes and pouty lips. Her eyes were such an enticing shade of blue that many people thought she was wearing contacts, and the effect they had on people meeting her for the first time was oftentimes comical.
Sean loved his wife dearly and found her wonderfully playful and romantic in bed. But as he pointed out, since they had pledged their lifetime loyalty to one another, he thought it was important to let her know that he would like to push their boundaries out a bit.
Mildly amused, Amy assured him that he shouldn’t hesitate in confiding any of his desires to her, that she would keep an open mind but that he should remember that she was from a good Catholic home, and was an old-fashioned girl at heart.
Over the next few years, little by little, Amy came to realize that her husband was a dirty boy. First, Sean asked that when they went out of town, that she should wear more eye shadow, highlighting her blue eyes in a more seductive manner. He also let her know tht he had a thing for sexy shoes, and loved to see her in high, spiky heels, the higher the better.
Amy willingly played along, loving the lust that would fill her husband’s eyes when she would get dressed up especially for him, wearing 5 inch heels and heavy eye shadow, adding her own touch of a wet, shiny lip gloss. She came to enjoy the transformation she would go through on her out-of-town trips with her husband, and the proper and upstanding wife and mother looked forward to acting a little slutty knowing how hot she could make him.
In bed, Sean began to instruct her on the finer points of oral sex, on how and where he wanted her to use her lips, tongue and hands, explaining that she needed to pay more attention to the stimulation of his balls.
Amy had only one sex partner, prior to dating her husband, so her history with oral treats was limited to the brief sucking she would oftentimes give to Sean before they made love. Although her husband had never complained, Amy now realized that she had alot of room for improvement. As a result, she tackled this task with the same focus and intensity that made her a top organizer and fund raiser for a variety of church and school groups.
However, when Sean tried to return the favor for Amy, she stopped him after only a few minutes of his attention telling him that it “tickled” and that she preferred his cock inside of her.
Speaking of “cock”, Sean had started making comments during sex that made it clear that he wanted Amy to learn to talk dirty. He would ask “Does my cock feel good in your pussy?” and “Do you want me to give you a good fucking?” and his favorite “Do you want me to stop fucking you?” to which the obvious response was to be “Don’t stop fucking me, Baby!”.
Overtime, Amy became quite accomplished at this as well, one time thinking she had caused him to have a heart attack when she suprised him by shouting “Fuck me harder, Baby! Fuck me Harder!” as she felt the surge of her orgasm. In fact, talking dirty with her husband had become very natural for her.
Amy drew the line at pornography, however, and Sean, quite happy at the impressive progress they had made didn’t push her. But he still had one or two kinks that he couldn’t quite bring himself to reveal to Amy.
Finally, after a dinner in Chicago, he took her to a cigar bar for for a night cap. Amy looked absolutely incredible, wearing a tiny black dress,and open toed platform pumps with 5 inch heels, her eyes and lips glistening in a way that seemed to catch every man’s attention. After he ordered some drinks and a decent Cohiba, Sean produced a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s and slid them towards his bemused wife. Sean was clearly embarassed when he haltingly admitted to her that the sight of a beautiful woman smoking was a huge turn-on, but, he quickly added, he would understand if she wasn’t into it.
Like most the girls in her sorority, Amy had briefly smoked in college , but she had basically quit when she started work at the hospital. She still got the urge on occasion, but she had never dreamed that her husband had a secret smoking fetish.
With her beautiful blue eyes smoldering behind the dark, smoky eye shadow her husband adored, Amy flipped the top of the hard pack and removed one of the long, white cigarettes, bringing it slowly to her wetly shining lips as Sean fumbled with the lighter on the table. She drew slowly on the cigarette, the nicotine flooding her neuron receptors with the warmth of an old friend, before tilting her chin and exhaling a thin stream up towards the ceiling, a gorgeous, sexy smile forming on her lovely face.
That night, Sean made love to his wife like he was possessed, bringing her to numerous orgasms before flooding her with his seed, and collapsing next to her, both of them covered in a sheen of sweat. The dirty boy had found his dirty girl, he had been married to her all the time.
The second day at the resort, Sean and Amy were showering together after a late afternoon of love. As he gently washed his wife’s back, Sean slid his hands playfully around to gently squeeze his wife’s breasts, causing her to sigh in delight. As he felt her nipples begin to stiffen, he pulled her back into a wet embrace, his cock stirring against her tight, little ass, and began to nuzzle the side of her neck.
“You know, Baby. These past few years have been incredible for me. My wife is so beautiful and so damn sexy . . .” Amy flushed at his compliment.
“But . . . I can’t believe there isn’t something I can do for you . . . some hidden desire that you have never told me about.”
“You give me everyting I could ever need, sweetie. You are a wonderful husband, a great father to our kids.” Amy insisted, before adding “Did I mention that you have great lips?”
Sean smiled, his hand sliding down the front of her still taut tummy, his fingers sliding between her pussy lips, spreading them so that the flow from the shower would caress her clitoris.
“You know what I mean . . . You know exactly what I like. I mean, I’m not afraid to tell you if I see a woman that I think is hot . . . You know what Kendra does to me.”
Amy laughed in agreement. Sean had started getting her gift certificates for a massage at his health club and the petite, little blonde massage therapist was stunning. When Sean would comment on how gorgeous she was, Amy wasn’t the least bit jealous or threatened, she trusted her husband completely and knew that it was nothing more than a harmless infatuation. The water on her clit felt wonderful and Amy adjusted herself to catch the stream more directly.
“C’mon . . . There have to be guys that you find attractive. It’s only natural. I’ve seen the way men look at you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Jesus, Amy, I love going out with you and watching the heads turn. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” Sean insisted.
Amy had, in fact, noticed but she was happily married and being a loving, loyal wife for these past twenty years, she never gave the attention she received a second thought.
“Tonight, when we go to dinner, I want you to pick out someone that you find attractive, someone that gets you hot. Great sex isn’t only between the legs, its also between the ears. I want you to fantasize a little to if this might bring something to the surface, . . . maybe something you don’t even realize about yourself.”
Amy turned into her husband’s body and threw her arms over his wet shoulders, bringing his face down to hers.
“Right now” she whispered as she gave him short, hot kisses “The only thing on my mind is that thing between your legs and how wonderful it would feel in my pussy!”
“Fuck me, Baby!” she whispered to him urgently “Fuck me!!”
That night at dinner, Amy and Sean met a couple several years their senior, John and Cyndy. Cyndy was a long-legged, blonde haired beauty and John, a retired Air Force officer, was an avid tennis player, much like Sean. They shared four bottles of an Oregon Pinot and Amy was more than a little drunk by the time they cleared away the plates. John and Cyndy were planning to stay at the resort the rest of the week and they all agreed that they would have to get back together.
Sean took Amy to one of the clubs and they got a table outside looking out over the desert sky. Amy lit a cigarette while Sean went to order their drinks. When he returned, Amy could see that he was trying to contain a smile.
“What?” she asked, smiling sweetly, wanting in on the secret.
“Oh . . . Nothing really . . . It’s just that. . . You see those two guys at the bar?” Amy started to turn before Sean stopped her. “Don’t be so obvious.”
Amy tapped an ash and took a long drag off her cigarette, turning to exhale away from the table. Sitting at the bar were two men who couldn’t have been out of their twenties. The shorter one was a powerfully built black man with a shaved head, his thick chest and arms pushing tightly against blue polo shirt. His friend was quite tall 6’3″ at least, with a slender build, long honey blonde hair and was wearing a loud bowling shirt untucked over his jeans.
Amy turned back around “Yeah . . . What about them?”
Sean grinned “They haven’t taken their eyes off you since they sat down.”
Amy groaned “Sean . . . Don’t be silly. I’m practically old enough to be their mother!”
“Hey . . . I see what I see. They keep looking over here and whispering to each other. They are either gay lovers or you’ve caught their eye!”
Amy smiled a little self-conciously, without even realizing it, she sat up straighter on the tall chair she was in, her legs crossed seductively, her cigarette held in outstretched fingers, her elbow on the side of the little table. Sean continued to tease his wife, liking the fact that she was getting uncomfortable with the attention she was recieving, a mischievous grin painted on his lips.
After Sean went to get them another drink, Amy turned to look for him when he seemed to be taking his time returning. Her throat tightened when she saw tht he was talking with the two young men. When he saw her looking in their direction, he smiled and waved her over.
Amy got to her feet and walked slowly towards them on her sexy heels, having no clue why she was so uneasy. Always outgoing socially, she had no idea why these two strangers were having such an affect on her.
“Amy . . . This is Eric . . . ” Sean put his hand on the black man’s shoulder “And Michael.” indicating the tall blonde.
“Guys . . . I’d like you to meet my lovely wife of now twenty years . . . Amy!”
When Eric took her offered hand in his, Amy felt her pulse rise and the room seemed to roll as she looked into his handsome face. He had a warm smile and Amy felt that she had to physically tear her eyes away from his to extend a greeting to his friend.
“You won’t believe it . . . These guys are from Waterboro. They’re down here for a sales meeting. We’re what . . . 8 to 10 minutes away from them in Middleton!”
Amy found herself relaxing a bit and she smiled brightly after the introductions, taking a seat at the bar between her husband and Eric.
She chatted politely with them over the next hour as they bought each other drinks. Michael was a riot, telling stories and making jokes as Eric expalined that they had met in college. Originally from Philadelphia, Eric hooked up with Michael at Duke and they had become good friends. After graduation, they took a job selling software together, basically working as a team. This trip was part business, but mostly pleasure as a reward for the numbers they had been putting up.
Although Eric did nothing out of line, nothing even remotely sexual, Amy found herself hanging on his every word, as if he was only talking to her. Sean picked up the bar tab, over their strong objection, and they promised to repay the gesture later in the week. When they left, Amy found herself already looking forward to the next time they might run into them.
Back in their room, Amy suprised her husband by kissing him passionately and eagerly unbuttoning his shirt. Sean almost always initiated their lovemaking and was happily suprised by this change in his wife. With very little foreplay, Amy rolled over naked on her back and spread her legs, reaching for her husband’s hard cock. She inhaled sharply as he slid into her already soaking wet pussy, and began to fuck her with the long, deep strokes he knew she loved.
She pulled his face to hers, her tongue pushing hotly into his mouth, her hips driving off the bed to meet his thrusts. Amy was breathing hard when she wrapped her arms under his, grabbing his shoulders as she writhed beneath him.
Sean knew that she was close, and he picked up the pace of his fucking as Amy began to moan. Suddenly he stopped, looking down at his beautiful wife as she eagerly ground against him, urging him on.
“C’mon Baby! Fuck me . . . I’m so close. Make me cum!!”
Sean started back with long, deep thrusts, Amy pushing hard against him.
“I know why you are so hot. Those boys got to you . . . Didn’t they?”
“Baby . . . Don’t talk about them . . .Just keep fucking me!” Amy responded. She tried to pull his lips to hers, but he resisted.
“Yeah . . . They got you all hot and wet! Didn’t they!? My sexy wife is all worked up over a couple guys half her age!” Sean started fucking her harder and he could feel her body tense in anticipation of her orgasm.
“AAaaahhh . . . Fuck! Okay . . . Yes! YES! Talking to those boys got me horny . . . Now c’mon and fuck your wife . . . I need this so fucking bad!!!!”
Sean knew exactly how close she was, and how many strokes she would need to get off, and was determined not to get her there before she told him what he wanted to hear.
“Which one got you hot,Baby? Tell me . . . I want to know.”
Amy groaned, her breathing ragged, the first waves of her orgasm began to pulse through her body as she wriggled beneath her husband.
“Which one would you . . . Fuck!” Sean whispered in her ear as he gave her the last few strokes he knew would send her over the top.
“ERIC!” Amy screamed in passion “I’d fuck Eric!! . . . Oh . . . OH .. . . GAWD!!!!!” she moaned as she came, her body shuddering, her head arched back on the bed.
Sean came moments later, a big, satisfied smile on his lips. After Amy caught her breath, Sean kissed her softly, his tongue darting into her mouth. When he rolled off, she laid on his chest as he ran his hand lightly through her hair.
“I think my wife finally told me secret.” Sean teased softly.
“I’m so sorry, Baby. I don’t know what got into me. You know I would never . . . ” Amy started before Sean quieted her down.
“It’s okay . . . It’s okay. I know you’d never sleep with another man. I’m just glad you finally let yourself go . . . Have a little fun and fantasize. That was fun . . . Right?”
“Well . . . Yea!” Amy emphatically answered. ” Actually . . . That was incredible!” she kissed her husband hard on the lips.
“It was for me too!” he assured her.
They were both quiet for a few moments, lost in their thoughts.
“The next time . . . I think you ought to try and be a little more forward with them . . . A little . . . flirtatious!” Sean suggested.
“Oh . . . I don’t know . . . ” Amy started.
“No . . . I don’t mean anyting blatant that might send the wrong message. Just turn up the charm a bit. I know you can do that. I think you might like the response you get.”
“AAAaaahhh . . . Baby . . . I don’t know.” Amy answered again.
Sean hugged her tight. “Just think about it, okay? Who knows, this could be the start of something new for us. You know . . . something we could use in bed to push the envelope out a bit. You gotta admit . . . That was pretty hot . . . wasn’t it?!!”
Amy’s fingers ran lightly over her husband’s chest as she listened to him, her mind fighting the suggestions he was making, more than a little afraid as to where this might lead.
Amy and Cyndy shared a wonderful massage the following morning when their husbands played tennis and the ladies arranged to meet for dinner later that evening.
The wives were looking incredibly hot that night, Amy had on a short skirt and was wearing some ankle strap sandals with 4 1/2 inch heels, while Cyndy had her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and was wearing a short, black sun dress.
As the two couples were waiting for their table, Eric and Michael walked into the restaurant. Sean introduced the young men to their dinner guests and asked if they would like to join them.
“No . . . Thank you . . . But we don’t want to impose.” Eric started before his eyes mer Amy’s.
“Please . . . I . . . I mean, we insist.” Amy responded a little too quickly, she thought.
Eric smiled warmly back at Amy and said “Well . . . If you insist!” he joked “But this time we’re buying.”
Eric found himself between Amy and John while Michael sat next to Cyndy. The girls went through two bottles of Sonoma Chardonnay while the men concentrated on a single malt scotch. John and Cyndy enjoyed meeting the two young men and Eric and Michael seemed to be enjoying themselves as well. The food was outstanding and three hours later, nobody was ready to call it a night even though the restaurant was nearly empty.
During the meal, Amy was friendly with Eric, and as the warm flush from the wine washed over her, she recalled her husband’s suggestion that she be a little more flirtatious, just to see response she would get.
The wine steward invited the men down to the cellar to help him select a bottle of port to have with their dessert. Eric begged off, saying he would keep the ladies company while Michael explained he needed to make a quick phone call. Amy thought she saw he husband’s eyes light up and he smiled knowingly at her before getting up from the table.
After they left, Cyndy quickly excused herself to visit the little girls room, leaving Eric and Amy alone. Amy watched Cyndy disappear between the tables and turned to find Eric studying her intently, a gorgeous smile on his lips.
“Well . . . ” Amy asked “Did you enjoy your dinner?” while reaching for her purse and pulling out the distinctive green and white pack containing her cigarettes. She brought a cigarette to her lips as Eric struck a match, her hadn resting lightly on his as she leaned forward bringing its tip to the flame.
“It was great.” Eric responded “But I enjoyed the company even more.”
Amy took a deep drag and exhaled as she tapped an ash, nodding her head in agreement.
“John and Cyndy are really great . . . aren’t they?” she asked, noticing for the first time the hungry look on Eric’s face. It was the same look Sean gave her after she had done her make-up especially for him, or modeled a new pair of “Come Fuck Me” shoes.
“I wasn’t talking about them.” Eric told her, his voice lowering intimately. “I was talking about you. God, I have never seen eyes as blue as yours!”
Amy met his gaze cooly as she took another slow drag from her cigarette. Exhaling slowly, with her husband’s suggestion echoing in her mind,she smiled seductively, and without even realizing she was doing it, leaned in closer to the young man and laughed.
“C’mon Eric . . . You can do better than that . . . Can’t you?” she teased, her eyebrows arched in a challenge.
It was Eric’s turn to be caught off guard, but he recovered quickly. His eyes glistened with confidence, a thin smile spread across his handsome face.
“All right . . . How about this?” Eric glanced around to see anyone was nearby. He leaned even closer to Amy, his lips just inches from hers.
“You ever been with a black man?” he asked the beautiful MILF, pleased at the flush he saw rise on her cheeks.
“Ah . . . No . . . I mean . . . I’ve been married for twenty years now and . . .” Amy stammered, her heart pounding in her chest.
“But your’e wondering about it . . . aren’t you? Right now? You’re wondering what it would be like with me . . . in bed . . . aren’t you? Do you think I’m bigger than your husband?” he whispered as he leaned in to quickly kiss her, his tongue darting between her lips and sliding deliciously over hers.
Stunned, Amy was struck speechless and before she could form a response she saw the boys returning from their trip, Sean lifting a bottle of port in triumph.
She leaned back from Eric, trying to compose herself, the blood rushing in her ears, not believing what had just happened and how close she had come to being caught.
Sean showed no signs of suspicion as he opened the bottle and began filling everyone’s glass. Cyndy and Michael had still not returned as a new round of merriment began. A few minutes later, Amy felt herself jump when she felt Eric’s hand slide gently up her bare thigh underneath the table. She put her hand down to stop him from going under her skirt and in response, he took her hand in his, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand in a sensuous manner.
Amy didn’t push him away, his hand felt wonderful in hers, and she felt her pussy tingle as he continued to caress her hand, occasionally running the tips of his fingers lightly along the inside of her thigh.
Cyndy returned a few minutes later, slightly out of breath, apologizing for her absence. She told Eric that she had run into Michal and that he had decided to call it a night.
Eric gave Amy’s thigh a last, lingering squeeze and got up from the table saying “Well, I’d better get going,too.” Looking down into Amy’s deep, blue eyes he added “I’m sure you guys would like to spend some time alone with your lovely wives.”
Everyone stood as Eric said his goodnites, he shook hands with Sean and John, and gave Cyndy and Amy a quick hug. Amy felt Eric press a piece of paper in her hand, and when she stole a quick glance at it she saw that he had written his room number on it.
Back in their room, Sean kissed his wife as she reached between her legs, bringing his hard cock to her moist slit. He entered her gently and began to fuck her slowly as she rolled her hips to meet his thrusts.
After a few minutes, Sean whispered to her “So . . . What did you and Eric talk about?” a thin smile on his lips.
“Oh . . . Nothing really.” Amy responded quickly, somewhat startled by the fact that he had mentioned Eric’s name at the exact same time she was thinking about whether Eric’s cock was, in fact, bigger than Sean’s.
“Nothing?” he teased, increasing the intensity of his thrusts.
“Nothing . . . . I mean . . . Nothing out of line, if thats what you mean.” Amy told him.
Sean stopped fucking her and looked down at his sexy wife’s face. She could see the disappointment in his eyes and knew what he was after.
She smiled at him, raising her head to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Okay!” she said in a manner that let Sean know that she was willing to play along and make a story up, just to excite him. Sean grinned back and renewed his anxious thrusts.
“He told me that I was beautiful and that if I wasn’t married, he would invite me back to his room.”
“Ooooh . . . Shit!” Sean moaned as he started to fuck her faster.
“I told him that if I wasn’t married, that I would probably take him up on his offer because I found him very . . . very sexy!’ Amy whispered in her husband’s ear.
She felt Sean’s body tense as he began to fuck her harder and Amy realized that her story was getting her excited as well, her pussy was sloppy wet.
“Oh fuck . . . That’s it, Baby! What else happened . . . Did he . . . touch you?”
“Yes, Baby!’ she told her husband in a husky voice, “He had his hand up my skirt, but I wouldn’t let him touch my pussy!” she felt her husband’s cock get harder and knew that he was close, her own orgsam began to well up between her legs.
“But I did . . . let him . . . kiss me!!!!”
“Oh! You fucking hot little BITCH!!!” Sean moaned as he blew his load deep into his wife’s pussy as she drove her ass off the bed to meet his thrusts. “You fucking slut!!” as jet after jet of his hot jizz flooded her, his body tensed into a knot.
Amy kissed her husband sweetly as they caught their breath, he was smiling down at her with a pleased grin on his face.
“Oh my god, Amy! That was incredible! I knew you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to flirt with another man, but it was just as good pretending that you had!!” Sean kissed her hard on the mouth. “Fucking incredible!!” he repeated as he rolled off her staring at the ceiling.
Amy was staring up at the ceiling as well, wishing that her husband was right.
The next morning, Amy had breakfast with her husband before he left for tennis with John. Alone at the table, Amy sipped her latte, fighting the urge that had occupied her thoughts since last evening’s dinner. She exhaled loudly, not truly believing the decision she had just made, and got to her feet.
Standing outside Eric’s room, Amy hesitated. She knew that if she just went back to her room, she would likely never get the courage to come back. Torn for a moment, she was suprised when she found herself lightly knocking on his door. She waited for what felt like an eternity and almost convinced herself that he wasn’t in before the door opened.
Eric was dressed in a pair of baggy basketball shorts, his thick hairless chest and broad shoulders tapering to a slim waist with hard, six-pack abs.
“Morning” he said in a manner that showed no suprise in finding her outside his door. “Come on in!”
Amy quickly entered the room, her heart pounding in her chest. After he closed the door, she put both of her hands on the side of his face and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him urgently, her tongue pushing hotly into his mouth.
When she broke the kiss, she was panting with lust, as she steered the young man back into the room towards the bed.
Eric started to say something, but Amy put her fingers quickly to his lips “Don’t talk . . . Don’t . . . say . . . a word!!” before crushing her lips against his.
Amy found herself kneeling naked in front of Eric who had long since lost his shorts. Her hands rested gently on his muscular thighs as she planted soft kisses on his rock hard stomach, licking lightly at the valleys between the muscled ridges.
His long, thick cock jutted out in front of him and was pressed against Amy’s tits as she lovingly kissed and licked her way down his young, lean and strong frame.
As she slowly stroked him with one hand, she tickled his heavy ball sack with her french manicured fingers, his eyes drawn to the large diamonds in the wedding band on the hand wrapped around his thick cock.
Amy lowered her head between his legs and slowly licked the inside of one of his taut thighs, loving the excited reaction that she drew out of her young stud. She licked his inner thigh several more times before tilting her head and sucking one of his heavy balls into her mouth. Eric groaned out loud as she sucked each of his nuts, licking his smooth ball sack in between.
“OOOOhhhhh . . . Fuck ME!! That’s it!!! Keep sucking my dick!!!”
Amy smiled lewdly as she continued to work his ball sack, eager to show off her impressive oral skills. She pushed her head up under his legs and tickled the sensitive area just behind his sack, causing Eric to quiver in delight. Kissing his ball one last time, she ran the tip of her tongue along the thick tube running the length of his cock, before nibbling the area just below his fat mushroom-shaped head.
She began stroking his long, thick shaft with both her hands as she sucked at the precum that had begun to pool at the tip. She kissed the dark, plum-sized knob, before dropping her jaw and taking him deep into her warm, wet mouth. Her head began to bob a slow, steady rhythm as she moaned loudly, savoring the taste of his young, hard cock.
Her hands worked in unision with her mouth, one hand moving in conjunction with her lips on the front of his cock, while her other hand gently twisted the base.
“MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmfffff!!!!” Amy groaned as she blew the young man, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure screaming through his hard, muscled body.
Amy pulled her lips away from his cock with a loud pop, sucking wetly at the saliva that had built up in her mouth. Eric’s long shaft glistened as she grinned up at her young lover, rapidly jerking him off, her gorgeous blue eyes alight with passion, before taking him back into her hungry mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth at an ever-increasing pace, and Eric felt his balls begin to tighten.
He pulled his cock out of the lovely MILF’s mouth, his hands reaching down to help her to her feet. Disappointed, Amy assured him “It’s okay! You can cum im my mouth . . . My husband does it all the time . . . ” she added before realizing what an inane statement that was under the circumstances.
“No, girl . . . It’s your turn!” Eric told her firmly as he lowered her down onto the bed. He laid on top of her, her breasts pressed deliciously against his smooth, thick chest, as he kissed her. Gently at first, then more deeply as he tongue searched for hers.
Amy put one hand behind his head, her other hand on the small of his back as she drank lovely kisses from his lips, her nipples swollen, her pussy soaking wet.
Eric gently sucked at the bottom of her neck,causing Amy to draw a deep breath. He pushed her lovely, full brests together, his tongue tesing her nipples, before sucking one into his mouth. His tongue danced along the base of her breasts, where they rose from her rib cage, and Amy moaned out loud.
“Oh My!!! Oh my God!!! Oh . . . Eric . . . That feels so wonderful!!!!”
When he started to kiss her flat tummy, Amy realized where he was going, and she raised her head reaching down to grab the backs of his arms.
“No Baby! Don’t . . . I don’t like that. It just tickles too much . . . We can . . .” she started before Eric cut her off.
“Amy . . . I’ve never met a woman who didn’t like her pussy licked. Maybe your husband . . . or whoever went down on you didn’t know what they were doing.”
“No . . . I mean . . . It’s just that. . . I just didn’t . . . OHHH MYY GGGAAWWWDDD!” Amy groaned as Eric’s tongue slid into her pussy, her body trembling, her head falling backwards on the bed.
Eric’s tongue played her pussy like a classical pianist on a baby grand, changing location, tempo and firmness as he worked her towards a thundering crescendo.
Amy was breathing heavily and had pulled his smooth head hard against he pussy as she rubbed her crotch frantically on his face. The heat building between her legs was unlike anything she had felt before and she was afraid that she would faint before she came.
“Awwwwwwww . . . FUCK!!!” OH MY GGAAWWD!!” BABY!!! . . . BABEEEE!!!!! she screamed when her orgsam finally rolled over herbody, her legs and tummy quivering uncontrollably, her breath caught in her throat.
Eric continued to eat her through he violent spasms, prolonging her ectasy beyond anything she had ever felt in her life, before her body went completely limp. Eric raised up between her long slender legs, smiling proudly down at the exhausted wife and mother, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
When Eric got to his feet, Amy looked down to find his huge,fat cock pointed directly at her. She scooted eagerly to the middle of the bed and spread her legs wide in anticipation of the fucking he was going to give her, her pussy still tender and tingling from his oral treats.
Eric laid on top of Amy, and kissed her tenderly, while she gently held the sides of his face, his tongue sliding deliciously over hers. When he raised up on his arms. Amy lifted her head to watch as he slowly slid his fat cock past her swollen pussy lips and into her warm, wet tunnel.
Amy grunted in satisfaction when he bottomed out, her pusssy lips spread tightly around his impressive girth. Smiling down at the sexy MILF, Eric began to slowly fuck her, the wet slap of his thrusts sounding incredibly loud inside the hotel room.
Amy reached up pulled his face to hers, her mouth open, tongue reaching for his, as she rolled her hips against him, loving the feeling of his thick, long cock pounding her previously faithful pussy.
“MMMMMmmmmmmmmmm . . . AAAAaaaaaaa . . . Yes, Baby!! That feels so fucking good!!! Give it to me , Baby!!!! Give it to me!! I Love it!!!”
Eric picked up the pace of his fucking, her big breasts bouncing erotically, his cock pulling her swollen clit inward with each thrust. She was much tighter than he expected, and he could feel he pussy muscles squeeze him as they fucked.
With the head of his cock still buried in her pussy, Eric got to his knees and lifted Amy’s legs up over his shoulders. When he leaned forward and put his hands above her shoulders, her ass was tilted up so that he could pump straight down into her pussy. Amy strained to reach around to grab his hard, muscled ass cheeks as he thrust into her, never feeling as completely dominated in bed as she did in this position.
“AAAAAaaahhhhhh . . . Fuck me , Baby!!!! Your cock is so fucking big . . . Fuck me!! . . . . Fuck me with your big, black cock!!!!!!”
Amy felt her knees push down closer to her ears as the young man continued his assault on her pussy. She could hear the bedsprings straining under the stress of their coupling and the headboard was beating a steady rhytym against the wall.
Amy felt her heart lurch, as a second strong orgasm tore through her pussy, her body clenched, her toes curling over her young lover’s shoulders.
“AAAAAAaaaaaahhhhh . . . GOD!!! . . . . OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!! . . . FUUUCCCKKK MEEEEE!!!!” Amy screamed hoarsely as she felt her orgsam blend with the thick ropes of jism that Eric was emptying in her hot, wet pussy, his seed flooding her womb as he continued to saw his shaft into her.
Later, Eric sat on the side of the bed as Amy reached gratefully for a glass of water her had brought her from the bathroom. She handed it back to him as she sat up in the bed, pulling the sheet up over her breasts, the realization of what she had just done slowly sinking in.
She combed her hair back from her face, and began stammering “Oh . . . Eric . . . I’ve never, ever . . . done this type of thing before. I shouldn’t have come here . . . It’s all my fault, what were you to think . . . I mean . . . The way I was acting . . .”
Eric put his hand up to slow her down.
“Whoa . . . Whoa . . . Calm down. Just relax a bit . . . Okay?”
Amy took a deep breath and exhaled,looking deeply into his brown eyes, searching for something that would make sense of what she had done, and the mix of emotions she was feeling.
“We are both adults here . . . We don’t do anything we don’t want to do . . . Nobody’s at fault here. Okay? This happened because we both wanted it to happen. Quit beating yourself up!”
“But . . . I’m married . . . and how can I explain . . .”
“Explain nothing . . . Who’s gonna know? Eric saw the doubt in Amy’s eyes.
“C’mon now . . . You have to know this goes on all the time. Shit, . . . This is bigger than the Super Bowl!” he added with a chuckle, pleased when he saw a thin smile tug at the corners of Amy’s mouth.
“Look . . . You and me . . . We’re just having a little fun . . . You enjoyed that didn’t you?”
Amy’s eyes went wide and she nodded quickly in agreement.
“All right then . . . Let’s stop this fussing!” Eric leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, lowering his voice “and get back to fucking!!”
Amy pressed her lips hungrily against Eric’s as they fell back on the bed, her arms wrapped around his neck, her body responding eagerly to his touch.
Later, after Amy got dressed, Eric followed her to the door. He pulled her into his arms as she raised her face to his, a contented smile on her lips.
“When can I see you again?” he asked.
Amy kissed him playfully and suggested “How about tomorrow morning. Sean plays tennis with Cyndy’s husband.” Smiling seductively at her young lover, she purred “Is that soon enough for you, Baby?”
Eric kissed her deeply in response, smacking her on her tight ass as she headed out the door.
Just as Eric shut the door behind her, the one across the hallway opened. Looking up in alarm, Amy was stunned to see Michael passionately kissing Cyndy, her hands cradling his face, as his hands roamed the her sexy curves. Sensing they had an audience, Michael’s eyes popped open as he continued to kiss the sexy older woman. Seeing the look on Amy’s face, and recognizing why she was likely standing outside his buddies door, Michel gave Amy a sexy wink before closing his eyes and concentrating on the long, deep kiss he was giving her friend.
That night, as Amy made love to her husband, an idea crossed her mind. Sean’s cock felt wonderful inside of her and she remembered how he had responded when she had pretended to make up the story about Eric kissing her.
“Baby. . . ” she whispered in his ear as he thrust deeply into her.
“Yea!” Sean answered quickly, his breathing heavy from the effort he was putting into the fucking he was giving her.
She started slowly. “When you were playing tennis . . . I went to Eric’s room.”
Sean came to a complete stop and raised up on his arms, looking down at his sexy wife, clearly thinking that she was continuing to indulge their little fantasy. He smiled, and started to slowly thrust into her hot pussy.
“You did?” he played along “Where you a bad girl?”
Amy pulled her husband’s lips to hers and kissed him hard. “Yes!” she purred. “I was a very . . . very bad girl!”
She felt her husband pick up the pace of his thrusts.
“Baby . . . I sucked his big, fat cock . . . MMM . . . It tasted so . . . so good!!”
“AAAAhhh . . . Fuck! Keep going! You’ve got me so hot, Amy!!”
“And then I took off all my clothes . . . and I laid on his bed . . .”
“Ooooohhhhh Shit!! Sean panted as he pounded his cock into his loving wife.
“Then I spread my legs . . . real wide!!!” Amy knew Sean was on the brink ” and then I let him . . . FUCK ME!!! . . . he fucked my pussy, Baby!!!!! I let him FUCK MEEE!!!”
“AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh . . . Fuck . . .Fuck . . . Fuck!!!!” Sean spat as he shot his load, Amy rolling her hips hard against him.”FUCK . . . FUCK . . . FUCK!!!!!”
“You hot little slut!!’ he told her with a pleased smile, “You hot little fucking bitch!!”
“Yes, Baby!” Amy agreed enthusiastically. “I AM a little slut! Just the way you always wanted me!!”
Amy adjusted the spaghetti shoulder strap of her black lace baby doll nightie as she reached for her cigarettes on Eric’s nightstand. Since her return from Arizona, she was making regular trips to Eric’s lovely home in one of the most expensive gated communities in Waterboro.
She found it amusingly ironic, when compared with how long it took her husband to open up about their sex life, that Eric had not hesitated in letting her know what he liked and what was expected of her.
He loved lingerie and she had dropped some serious cash at Victoria’s Secret and Fredrick’s buying outfits she thought he would like. She had gotten some subtle highlights in her hair and shaved her muff clean at Eric’s direction.
She smiled as she exhaled a thin stream up into the vaulted ceiling of his bedroom, placing her lighter back on top of her cigarettes, her eyes drawn to her younger lover as he moved naked towards the bathroom, his hard body rippling, the thick hose that had just been between her legs swinging in front of his muscular thighs.
Taking a deep drag, she was already composing the story in her head that she would tell Sean that evening. She had continued to pretend to make up stories of her trysts with Eric, her husband never believing for a minute tht any of it wass true. Blissfully accepting that she was doing this his enjoyment.
Eric was standing in front of the mirror applying lotion to his thick arms.
“Do you have any plans for this weekend?” he called to her.
“Nothing I can think of . . . Why?” Amy responded, her pussy already tingling at the thought of seeing her young stud so soon.
” A couple of my boys are coming in from Philly.” Eric replied as he walked back into the room. Standing at the foot of the bed, he smiled at the sexy soccer mom “I’d really like for you to meet them!”
Amy took a last drag and crushed her cigarette out, realizing exactly what Eric had in mind. Getting to her knees, she crawled seductively to the end of the bed, a lewd smile on her sexy face. Still on her hands and knees, she lifted her chin as he lowered her lips to hers.
“I’d love to meet your friends, Baby!” she whispered. Eric smiled as he sucked on her tongue which was probing his mouth, his hand reaching back to pull her nightie up over her tight ass, his thick middle finger running along the length of her pussy lips.
Amy kissed Eric hungrily as his finger plunged into her warm, wet tunnel, preparing her for another long, luxurious fuck session. Rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs in a wide V, she eagerly reached for his young, fat cock as he knelt before her. She felt her body quivering with lust as he entered her and began to fuck her with long, deep strokes, his body smacking wetly against hers.
With the last thought that crossed her mind, before giving into the passion that was building in her over-heated pussy, Amy wondered how her husband would respond to a story about his wife’s first gang bang.