Sloppy Thirds

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I get asked occasionally if I have any qualms about sleeping with married men – the answer is no! I am not sure if I should tell this story, because it has associations I find a little difficult to reconcile. But it happened, it was quite a pleasant experience overall from my point of view, and the guy in question certainly enjoyed the experience, so perhaps I'm just being picky! The first thing I should make clear is that this was an overnight meeting. Sometimes they are a mixed blessing, particularly if the guy has got his heart set on sex all night, but for others, they can be a chanced to take things at a slower pace, and Richard made clear that was the kind of thing he had in mind when he got in touch about a midweek get-together. I was a little concerned when on the Wednesday morning I got a message from him, but it wasn't the cancellation I half-expected. He wanted to see if I was open to the idea of some wine with our meal that night. We had met a few times in the past, so I wasn't too concerned he would try and get me ***** so he could have his wicked way with me (he'd already had me several times!) I texted back saying that would be lovely, and when I got to his place he welcomed me with a glass of a very nice red. The weather had been a little bleak driving, with wind and rain buffeting the car, so the wine and the meal it accompanied were very welcome. We chatted over dinner, and when he asked me "shall we adjourn to the sofa?" I was more than happy to comply. WE were on the second bottle by this stage, chatting pleasantly and quite intimately. I joked about restricting the amount of french kissing we did so as not to get too carried away. We even re-enacted something I had put in an earlier story, where Auntie seduces her mature nephew. Richard was eager to see how it felt to be in a clinch with a mature lady determined to put her tongue in his mouth. He resisted me for a surprisingly long time, but in the end, his mouth opened and he let me do what I wanted with him. When we came up for air afterwards, he asked, "And on that note, shall we go to bed?" We undressed slowly, with more kissing, then shared a lovely shower, just to get us nice and relaxed. Richard used a loofah mitten and a lot of soap, making sure my body was warm and covered in lather, and I did my best to return the favour, watching with admiration as his cock grew under my attentions. We resisted the urge to get up to anything too strenuous in the shower, towelling each other dry and applying talc, with a short pause where I knelt down and made sure there was no soap left on his penis (we didn't want the taste getting in the way when we were in bed, did we?) Still naked from the shower, he took my hand and led me from the bathroom. I was expecting us to go to the spare room, but instead, he pushed open the door of the master bedroom and we went in together. He pulled back the duvet, then lifted me up and gently dropped me onto the bed, almost as if we were on honeymoon! I felt a little surprised, but then he joined me and pulled the duvet over the pair of us, snuggling close to try and heat up the cool bedclothes. I could feel his erection against my hip and turned my face to let him kiss me deeply. I chuckled as his hand took hold of my breast and gently massaged it - Richard is such a tit man, I was surprised he hadn't done it more before. The kissing grew more passionate, the stroking and fondling too, and both of us were soon breathing heavily. I gently closed my fingertips over his erection, giving it almost a crown, then as our passionate tongue kiss came to an end I put my head back, lowered my eyes and opened my mouth slightly. I felt him start to move towards me, and wordlessly I opened my legs, ready to receive him. He moved between my knees, then paused, looking right into my eyes. I smiled, and simply said, "if you want to?" He looked at me, then propping himself up on one arm, used the other to take my hand and steer it down between us. I touched his cock again, and he moved his hand back up, to take his weight. With a low chuckle, I pulled him just that little bit closer, at the same time gently rolling back his foreskin, then pressed the sensitive tip to my pussy lips. As slowly as I could I stroked the head along my lips, lifting my hips a little to make sure he stayed in contact all the way. I waited a second, then brought it back the same way, this time pulling myself away from him, so that only the tip touched me there. Another little pause, while I gave his foreskin the tiniest of strokes over his penis a couple of times, then another stroke, down my pussy lips, this time just a fraction deeper, so that my lips parted slightly at his touch. I gave him another dirty smile, a gentle throaty chuckle, then I guided his penis back up. Except this time I didn't lower my hips. I raised them a little more, parting my thighs that little bit further as I felt his cock slide inside me. He pushed in as far as he could, burying his cock in me to the root. He gave a kind of gasp or pant as our bodies came together, and I couldn't help but tease a little. "Nice?" "I love you!" I was expecting a "yes", but that was acceptable as well. I know he doesn't really, but it's very rarely a bad thing to say! He began to move, in a nice gentle act that got me surprisingly turned on. I kissed him, then held his head to my breasts. He kissed and nuzzled them, taking a full nipple into his mouth before biting, oh so gently down on my flesh. I moved my groin against his and knew I was almost there. The only thing was, so was he! I think our foreplay may have been a little too prolonged because after only a few more strokes he told me he'd have to finish soon. I rubbed my clitoris as he thrust, but I was still a little off my own climax when I felt him come in me. I think he must have been saving up because I don't remember him coming that much in previous meetings! He stayed on me a few moments after his orgasm, then rolled to one side and kissed me again. He apologised for being selfish, then put his hand between my legs to do something about it. I told him not to worry, then said I was feeling a little bit tender, and if he liked he could watch while I brought myself off. I liked the feel of his arms around my body as I masturbated, and we whispered little messages of lust and encouragement. He hugged me tightly as I came, then kissed me on the cheek. It was a lovely, curious mixture of affection and lust. After a moment or two we looked at each other and he said, "I'd love to go again, but I don't think I can manage it for a little while yet. Shall we just sleep a bit?" I smiled and nodded, then felt him starting to move away. "Is it OK if I leave you here for the time being?" he said, "I think we'll sleep better if I do that." I could have hugged him because that was exactly the way I felt myself! We kissed, and I told him to hurry back in the morning, and we would resume. So, at seven o'clock, I was woken with a lovely morning coffee delivered by a smiling, aroused host. We didn't go in for the same amount of foreplay this time, but after a brief blow job, we were back in a missionary position, with my guiding him inside gently for what I suppose counted as sloppy seconds. He was a little less frantic this time, though, and made sure I had two very nice orgasms before he let himself climax inside me again. As we lay side by side and chatted, his fingers played (delicately this time!) in and around my pussy. "Did I really come that much?" he asked. "I didn't smuggle anyone else in here if that's what you mean!" I said. "I was thinking about...well about all my cum leaking out of you," he said, "overnight, I mean. Did it?" I nodded. "Not all of it mind," I said, "plus you've just put some more in there this morning, don't forget." His finger went inside me, something I hadn't been expecting, then came out. He held it up between us, glistening. On impulse, I licked it and then following my lead he put it into his mouth. "Tastes nice and ...savoury," he said, a little puzzled by his reaction. "If you like the flavour, there's more where that came from," I said. I wasn't really expecting him to, but straight away he leaned over, put his head between my thighs and began to lap. He rolled so he didn't have to stretch, and as if it was the most natural thing in the world I rose and sat on his face. while he put his tongue into me. After a few minutes, I lifted myself slightly, to see if it was enough. "Nice?" "Nice!" We kissed again, and I tasted the mixture of our combined juices on his tongue. There was still the same affection there as there had been the night before, but I sensed a certain urgency about him. "Is she due back soon?" I asked. It was a guess, but pretty accurate. "After lunch," he said, "I'll need to do a bit of cleaning up before..." "Well, you should be OK, you've done a pretty good clean-up job on me!" There was another kiss, then I said, "I expect there'll still be a little inside to take with me when I go." I noticed his cock twitching a little, so I followed that up by saying something that had been at the back of my mind during the night, "Plus of course you'll want to change the sheets. I changed sides to get out of the first wet patch, but I think I may have made another one." He pulled back the duvet and looked at the sheet. I couldn't help but notice he was much stiffer. I kissed him hard, making sure I got my tongue deep into his head. We both wanted more. "Sloppy thirds?" I didn't really wait for an answer. I was wet from his oral sex, and ready to come again, as I lifted my leg and climbed onto his body. His cock went in without guidance - well, it should have known the way by now! - and I concentrated on getting as much pleasure from him as I could. Where the night before had been soft and affectionate, this was rawer and harder. I rode him hard, lifting his hands to my chest and making him paw and squeeze my tits as I moved on his cock. I came twice more, then flopped flat on his body as he ejaculated into me for the third time. I tensed the muscles down there and felt him twitch as I squeezed his semen out along the length of his softening cock. I think we were both a little shocked at how the morning had turned out, and things were a bit more subdued as I got ready to depart. But after I got my bag packed and stowed in the car I came in to say goodbye and we were back to normal (or as normal as things get!), gentle hugs and soft words and his hand on my top whenever he got the chance. "We must do this again sometime!" he said, "though God knows when!" "Yes, we must!" I agreed, moving his hands from my breasts and taking a step back. We went out to the car together and he waved me off. I drove home stickily; very satisfied physically, but a little thought dallied at the back of my mind, about how he had reacted to the idea of me leaking his spunk into the marital bed.

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Lorna Blu xxx