My Amazing Wife, the Introduction
This is a true story.
My wife, Linda and I have been married for 22 years. We met in college, and got to know each other as friends who shared a few classes together. We each had “significant others” at the time, and would chat at lunch or after class about our respective partners to each other, sharing intimate details of those relationships like friends. Because of this we knew things about the other's mate that I am sure they would not like a “stranger” to know. We kept this friendly relationship going for a couple of years, through several of our own girlfriend/boyfriend starts and finishes. We knew intimate things about each other without ever becoming intimate with each other. I knew about the failures and advantages of each of her beaus, details about their sexual performance, physical attributes, technique or lack thereof, and she knew about the few girls I dated. It could be awkward at times, when we would give each other “the look,” in the presence of the others current romantic partner. It was fun to have a partner in crime.
After graduation, we went our separate ways, and through several post-school relationships. We started careers, and stayed in touch occasionally over the next five years. Then I got a call. She was visiting my area to interview for a new position with a local company. She thought it would be fun to see each other while she was in town. I agreed.
Her interview was scheduled for a Wednesday, and she would be driving in on that day. We agreed to meet that evening after work. I found myself looking at the clock all day, it was the longest hump day I could remember, and I was a little surprised at my own level of anticipation. We had arranged to meet at a downtown hotel restaurant at 6:30. I stopped at my apartment briefly to freshen up, then hopped on the Triumph to make my way to the hotel. I arrived and strode into the dimly lit hotel bar. Taking a glance around the place I spotted Linda at the bar, chatting up the bartender, curling the older guy around her little finger. Typical. I had to smile, and observe the situation for a bit. The guy was obviously enamored, and I can't say I blamed him.
Linda was always attractive in school, but now, even from behind, she was a knockout. Her slightly longer than shoulder length hair was a radiant natural red, the color of a new penny. Her skin, pale as alabaster and flawless. Light blue-green eyes framed by a perfect oval face, a fine nose and lips with that certain curl to keep you wondering. This evening she wore a modest emerald green dress wrapped at her waist in such a way that she was covered, but you knew that there was nothing but her underneath. I was tingling as walked up behind her, the bartender glanced my way, looking a bit disappointed, as I spoke her name...” Linda?” She turned, her eyes brightened as she looked at me, and without a word put her arms gently around me and kissed me. The bartender sighed and grunted as he moved away. The kiss lasted a little too long for friends.
We leaned back from each other, still embracing, and looked deeply into each others' eyes and began to laugh. It was that kind of laugh only old friends share, secret but knowing. As we sat back down at the bar, the conversation was light and easy. We just seemed to pick up where we left off years before. The hours flew by, and by the time we decided to order our dinner, it was 8:45. Over dinner, the conversation, the laughs, the stories about this lover or that kept us going 'til well after 11. Over a nightcap, Linda suggested we continue our conversation in her room. It did not take me a second to agree, so I paid the bill and we headed to her room on the 15th floor. As we entered the room, I mentioned that I had to work in the morning, and she simply said, without looking at me, “Call in sick.” I was owed some time off, so I made the call, leaving a message for my staff. I was relieved and overcome with anticipation about what the rest of the night would hold. It did not take long to find out.
As I poured us each a drink, Linda collapsed on the couch with a sigh, “I'm bushed, it's been a long day.” I walked over to the couch and handed her the drink saying “ Yeah, me too,” after a slight pause, “So, I guess we both know where this is going...” “Yup,” she said, “but let's not rush it. I've been thinking about this for a long time. Let's just see how it develops.” I went over to lean by the window, taking in the panorama of sky and city lights.
“Linda?” No answer. I turned to look at her and she had dozed off. “Damn,” I thought. I turned down the bed, turned down the lights, gave her a little nudge and said “c'mon, let's get you to bed.” “Mmm, yeah, let's get me to bed... take off my dress and get me to bed.” she mumbled. Giving her a hand up, I leaned her back to me and from behind, untied the sash dress and let it slip to the floor. The cooler air raised goosebumps on her skin, and just as I had suspected, there was nothing but her under the dress. “Tuck me in and keep me warm,” she sighed. This was the first time she had been naked in front of me, and I couldn't fully enjoy the sight. I lifted her carefully to the bed and pulled the covers over her. “Take off your clothes, get in the bed and keep me warm,” I didn't need a second invitation. As I slid in behind her, my erection nestled into the cleft of her ass, and it felt like the most natural thing ever. “Mmmm, that's nice,” she said, “keep me warm,” and she dozed off. So, there I was, naked, in bed with my sleeping friend Linda, stiff as an iron rod, unable to move, unable to sleep, my mind turning this situation over and over and over again. And, Linda was asleep.
Skin to skin, spooning, my arms wrapped around her, electric with anticipation, it seemed like hours 'til I finally slipped into a light slumber. I was in that strange state between consciousness and u*********sness, when you are not really sure what is real and what is imagination. I felt her stir. I was not sure how she did it, but with very little movement of her hips, she kept me erect. She would move again and change the position of my cock in relation to her ass. Slowly, at intervals, moving it with just her ass until it was nestled between the softness of her thighs. Further, gentle movement of her hips, over an unintelligible period of time had the head of my cock sliding at the folds of her very moist labia. Was I sleeping or dreaming? Either way, I did not want it to stop. Just as I was drifting back to a deeper sleep, she moved once again, and my cock slid easily inside her, and I felt her body shudder ever so slightly. As if by instinct, she would move, slowly, slightly, forcing my cock deeper into her. If my erection began to soften, she would move just enough to revive my cock, forcing it again deeper into her amazing cunt. This went on all night, edging between wake and sleep, until finally, I lost all consciousness.
I awoke alone in bed, sunlight beaming into the room, groggy, with a slight headache, I convinced myself that last night had to be a dream... no one next to me, I rolled over and figured out that I was not in my apartment. Strange bed, strange surroundings... so, maybe it was real. It was then that a shadow darkened the bright light passing through my closed eyelids. Lifting my head and opening my eyes I beheld a glowing figure silhouetted by the sun. “Charlie? Are you up?” It was Linda's voice, so maybe this was real. I sat up in the bed, and the complete figure of Linda, still nude, came into focus for the first time to me. And what a sight... her tousled red hair was aflame in the morning light, her skin glowed, her smallish breasts perfectly formed, her torso tapering smoothly to the curve of her hips and thighs. Below the slight roundness of her belly another flame of red hair, crowning the comfortable beauty of her womanhood. This was a dream made real. And, yes, I was up.
“Charlie, 'r you hungry? I had 'em bring up breakfast. I think the little guy liked his tip,” she giggled. “Tip?” I asked. “Yeah, I decided to stay naked all day, so he got an eye full when he brought in the cart. I think he liked what he saw, judging from the tent he pitched while he was here,” Linda laughed.
My head was spinning from all the new information I was receiving... the first sight of Linda nude... naked all day... exhibitionism... pitching a tent... and this was just the beginning of the ride.
She picked up two mimosas from the cart and walked up the bed on her knees, straddling my legs. She handed me the drink and sat in my lap. “To old friends and new lovers,” she toasted, and we sipped our drinks. “Speaking of tents, I think there's pole coming up.” “Sorry, can't help it, I said, “morning wood.” “More like all night wood, buster,” she laughed, “and I'll be more than happy to help it.” “Hunh, so I wasn't dreaming,” I said, “you fucked me in my sleep!?!” “Yup, and it was good. But you'd better eat something,” she said, “it's going to be a long, hard day for you.”
I took the drinks and set them aside. In one quick move, I lifted her off my lap and threw her on her back and kissed her, caressing her for the first time, my hands roamed to explore the delights of her breasts and the curves of her belly and torso. Her hands swirled along my back and sides urging me to move lower. We wanted the same things, my mouth and tongue dancing toward her hardened pink nipples, down the center of her body to the cavity of her navel. A light breath on the hair above her cleft. A nuzzle on her clit, spreading the pale softness of her thighs, a fresh scent of her juices and a light touch of my tongue, sensing the flavor of each fold, inhaling the sweet musk of her womanhood, a nuzzle of her clit and a deeper probing of her cunt. She lifted and rolled her hips to meet my ministrations, she slowly gushed. I moved lower as her hips rolled higher and her thighs spread wider. My nose found her opening and my tongue lightly brushed her puckered hole. Her pelvis was pulsing and my tongue pushes past the bud of her anus. She is bucking and gasping for breath. The torrent is rising, and we had both given in to our passion. A squeal began in her throat and progressed to a low groan as the gate opened on her orgasm. Spurt after spurt emanated from between her engorged folds, and she grabbed me by the hair and forced my face to her cunt, she used my nose to stimulate her clit. The spasms rose and fell, and at that point, I was just an instrument for her pleasure, nothing more than a sex toy, and I was loving it.
Her spasms subsided, her breathing labored, her body was flushed and mottled with pink, a delicate glaze of perspiration covered her body and glistened in the morning sun. As her pulse and breathing returned to normal, she whispered, or hissed, “My god, my god, the best ever, why did I wait so long... Charlie why did you make me wait so long?” She started to laugh and cry, “holy fuck, better than I imagined, Chaaaarlie that was amazing.”
Then she turned on me... “Charlie, you asshole, you weren't supposed to be that good... now I have to think, what am I going to do?” “Well, first you could return the favor,” I said, “then maybe we can talk this through for the next few days, and figure out what we are doing.” With that, she got that impish look in her eyes and pushed me on my back, and straddled me. She leaned forward with her hands on either side of my head. Looking deep into my eyes and without saying a word, she began to roll her hips on my chest. The wetness from her cunt smeared across my body. It was as if she was claiming me with her scent. She continued the rocking and smearing all the way down my body, never loosing eye contact. It was hypnotic, I was giving in. By the time she had worked her way to my cock, I was rock hard and pooling pre-cum. My body was wet with her juices and she began to slide her slick cunt along the shaft of my dick. After a few minutes of this, she broke eye contact, lowered her body to mine and slid down the length of me, her sweat and juices combining with my sweat to make a heady mix of pheromones. We were entrancing each other again. She moved her mouth closer to my rod, lightly breathing on my most sensitive areas, never touching, just hot breath making me twitch and groan. The first touch of her tongue on my perineum nearly sent me into spasms. I was trying not to cum, and she hadn't even touched my penis. She circled the rim of my asshole, the made her tongue hard and pointy and jammed my ass. There is a first time for everything and I was truly hoping that this would not be the last. Her tongue flattened and softened and as she licked my nether region, no spot was left unwashed. Finally, mercifully she made her way to my cock, which by this time was painfully hard. Without using her hands, she scooped the head up to her mouth with her tongue. Slowly and purposefully, she began to suck the shaft into her mouth. Without letting go of my cock she began to pivot her body around and soon had her knees on either side of my head. She began to rock her whole body as her mouth stroked and sucked my cock. She pushed down on my cock forcing me ever deeper into her mouth, then rocked back rubbing her cunt on my face. The sensation was incredible. At last my dick moved beyond the back of her mouth and down her throat. The rhythm and action were now complete, my cock down her throat then her body rocked back and she smeared her cunt on my face. She sensed I was getting near orgasm so she ceased her oral ministrations and then surprised me again by gently squeezing my balls almost to the point of pain and said, “not yet big boy, you will come when I am good and ready.”
Talk about blue balls, I had been right to the brink at least 6 times, only to be rolled back. I was getting desperate, and in pain, and enjoying it immensely. At that point she turned, straddled me, held my dick about two inches from her cunt, and in one swift motion dropped herself onto my cock burying me to the hilt inside her. She began to rock her pelvis in all directions. With my dick buried so deep, I could feel the opening of her cervix dancing on the head of my cock. I got the feeling she was starting to think of me as a dildo and nothing more, her eyes closed and her pace quickening. It was time to change things up. Without disengaging, I flipped us over to missionary position. Her eyes widened and a flash of anger passed in them as I began to piston in and out of her. The look was replaced by one of submission. She was mine now, for my pleasure first. I felt a boiling in my balls, and I know it sounds weird, but I felt like my dick grew an inch in length and girth, it literally felt like it would explode into pieces inside her. As I drove into her, she began to look at me with a combination of fear and desire, No words were spoken, no sounds made, but decisions were taking place. I could feel her starting to pulsate, the head of my penis could feel her cervix expand and contract. We looked at each other deeply, more deeply than I had ever experienced with any person, we were drilling into each others minds.
I crested, and drove myself as deeply as I could into her cunt. Our eyes remained locked as the first pulses of cum rocketed into her, driven directly at her womb. I knew then that she was fertile, and had decided either consciously or not, to risk pregnancy. Rope after rope of sperm shot from my cock into her pulsing flowing pussy. It was done, and we stayed locked like that for some time, until my relieved and finally flaccid cock slipped from its home.
We lay together for quite a while, reveling in the touch of our bodies, enjoying the afterglow of a perfect fuck. There were no words. When finally she stirred, we kissed, sweet, small kisses. “Are we going to talk about what just happened?” I asked. “Yeah, yeah, I guess we should, but Charlie, if you ruin the mood, I'll throw you into the hall, and you'll never see me again...” she said. She meant it, too.
As we spoke, she confirmed that she was not on birth control, and had not meant to let me cum inside her. But, she said, the feeling was right, so right, she just gave up and gave in. Over the next hour or so, as we lay together we figured out that our feelings for each other were deep and mutual. We both felt we should stay together, and figure out the logistics of that. One sticking point was her job situation. She said that she needed to feel independent. I agreed, and we decided that she should check out of the hotel, and come stay with me for the weekend. We could figure out what we needed to do.
Stay tuned for the next installment...
My wife, Linda and I have been married for 22 years. We met in college, and got to know each other as friends who shared a few classes together. We each had “significant others” at the time, and would chat at lunch or after class about our respective partners to each other, sharing intimate details of those relationships like friends. Because of this we knew things about the other's mate that I am sure they would not like a “stranger” to know. We kept this friendly relationship going for a couple of years, through several of our own girlfriend/boyfriend starts and finishes. We knew intimate things about each other without ever becoming intimate with each other. I knew about the failures and advantages of each of her beaus, details about their sexual performance, physical attributes, technique or lack thereof, and she knew about the few girls I dated. It could be awkward at times, when we would give each other “the look,” in the presence of the others current romantic partner. It was fun to have a partner in crime.
After graduation, we went our separate ways, and through several post-school relationships. We started careers, and stayed in touch occasionally over the next five years. Then I got a call. She was visiting my area to interview for a new position with a local company. She thought it would be fun to see each other while she was in town. I agreed.
Her interview was scheduled for a Wednesday, and she would be driving in on that day. We agreed to meet that evening after work. I found myself looking at the clock all day, it was the longest hump day I could remember, and I was a little surprised at my own level of anticipation. We had arranged to meet at a downtown hotel restaurant at 6:30. I stopped at my apartment briefly to freshen up, then hopped on the Triumph to make my way to the hotel. I arrived and strode into the dimly lit hotel bar. Taking a glance around the place I spotted Linda at the bar, chatting up the bartender, curling the older guy around her little finger. Typical. I had to smile, and observe the situation for a bit. The guy was obviously enamored, and I can't say I blamed him.
Linda was always attractive in school, but now, even from behind, she was a knockout. Her slightly longer than shoulder length hair was a radiant natural red, the color of a new penny. Her skin, pale as alabaster and flawless. Light blue-green eyes framed by a perfect oval face, a fine nose and lips with that certain curl to keep you wondering. This evening she wore a modest emerald green dress wrapped at her waist in such a way that she was covered, but you knew that there was nothing but her underneath. I was tingling as walked up behind her, the bartender glanced my way, looking a bit disappointed, as I spoke her name...” Linda?” She turned, her eyes brightened as she looked at me, and without a word put her arms gently around me and kissed me. The bartender sighed and grunted as he moved away. The kiss lasted a little too long for friends.
We leaned back from each other, still embracing, and looked deeply into each others' eyes and began to laugh. It was that kind of laugh only old friends share, secret but knowing. As we sat back down at the bar, the conversation was light and easy. We just seemed to pick up where we left off years before. The hours flew by, and by the time we decided to order our dinner, it was 8:45. Over dinner, the conversation, the laughs, the stories about this lover or that kept us going 'til well after 11. Over a nightcap, Linda suggested we continue our conversation in her room. It did not take me a second to agree, so I paid the bill and we headed to her room on the 15th floor. As we entered the room, I mentioned that I had to work in the morning, and she simply said, without looking at me, “Call in sick.” I was owed some time off, so I made the call, leaving a message for my staff. I was relieved and overcome with anticipation about what the rest of the night would hold. It did not take long to find out.
As I poured us each a drink, Linda collapsed on the couch with a sigh, “I'm bushed, it's been a long day.” I walked over to the couch and handed her the drink saying “ Yeah, me too,” after a slight pause, “So, I guess we both know where this is going...” “Yup,” she said, “but let's not rush it. I've been thinking about this for a long time. Let's just see how it develops.” I went over to lean by the window, taking in the panorama of sky and city lights.
“Linda?” No answer. I turned to look at her and she had dozed off. “Damn,” I thought. I turned down the bed, turned down the lights, gave her a little nudge and said “c'mon, let's get you to bed.” “Mmm, yeah, let's get me to bed... take off my dress and get me to bed.” she mumbled. Giving her a hand up, I leaned her back to me and from behind, untied the sash dress and let it slip to the floor. The cooler air raised goosebumps on her skin, and just as I had suspected, there was nothing but her under the dress. “Tuck me in and keep me warm,” she sighed. This was the first time she had been naked in front of me, and I couldn't fully enjoy the sight. I lifted her carefully to the bed and pulled the covers over her. “Take off your clothes, get in the bed and keep me warm,” I didn't need a second invitation. As I slid in behind her, my erection nestled into the cleft of her ass, and it felt like the most natural thing ever. “Mmmm, that's nice,” she said, “keep me warm,” and she dozed off. So, there I was, naked, in bed with my sleeping friend Linda, stiff as an iron rod, unable to move, unable to sleep, my mind turning this situation over and over and over again. And, Linda was asleep.
Skin to skin, spooning, my arms wrapped around her, electric with anticipation, it seemed like hours 'til I finally slipped into a light slumber. I was in that strange state between consciousness and u*********sness, when you are not really sure what is real and what is imagination. I felt her stir. I was not sure how she did it, but with very little movement of her hips, she kept me erect. She would move again and change the position of my cock in relation to her ass. Slowly, at intervals, moving it with just her ass until it was nestled between the softness of her thighs. Further, gentle movement of her hips, over an unintelligible period of time had the head of my cock sliding at the folds of her very moist labia. Was I sleeping or dreaming? Either way, I did not want it to stop. Just as I was drifting back to a deeper sleep, she moved once again, and my cock slid easily inside her, and I felt her body shudder ever so slightly. As if by instinct, she would move, slowly, slightly, forcing my cock deeper into her. If my erection began to soften, she would move just enough to revive my cock, forcing it again deeper into her amazing cunt. This went on all night, edging between wake and sleep, until finally, I lost all consciousness.
I awoke alone in bed, sunlight beaming into the room, groggy, with a slight headache, I convinced myself that last night had to be a dream... no one next to me, I rolled over and figured out that I was not in my apartment. Strange bed, strange surroundings... so, maybe it was real. It was then that a shadow darkened the bright light passing through my closed eyelids. Lifting my head and opening my eyes I beheld a glowing figure silhouetted by the sun. “Charlie? Are you up?” It was Linda's voice, so maybe this was real. I sat up in the bed, and the complete figure of Linda, still nude, came into focus for the first time to me. And what a sight... her tousled red hair was aflame in the morning light, her skin glowed, her smallish breasts perfectly formed, her torso tapering smoothly to the curve of her hips and thighs. Below the slight roundness of her belly another flame of red hair, crowning the comfortable beauty of her womanhood. This was a dream made real. And, yes, I was up.
“Charlie, 'r you hungry? I had 'em bring up breakfast. I think the little guy liked his tip,” she giggled. “Tip?” I asked. “Yeah, I decided to stay naked all day, so he got an eye full when he brought in the cart. I think he liked what he saw, judging from the tent he pitched while he was here,” Linda laughed.
My head was spinning from all the new information I was receiving... the first sight of Linda nude... naked all day... exhibitionism... pitching a tent... and this was just the beginning of the ride.
She picked up two mimosas from the cart and walked up the bed on her knees, straddling my legs. She handed me the drink and sat in my lap. “To old friends and new lovers,” she toasted, and we sipped our drinks. “Speaking of tents, I think there's pole coming up.” “Sorry, can't help it, I said, “morning wood.” “More like all night wood, buster,” she laughed, “and I'll be more than happy to help it.” “Hunh, so I wasn't dreaming,” I said, “you fucked me in my sleep!?!” “Yup, and it was good. But you'd better eat something,” she said, “it's going to be a long, hard day for you.”
I took the drinks and set them aside. In one quick move, I lifted her off my lap and threw her on her back and kissed her, caressing her for the first time, my hands roamed to explore the delights of her breasts and the curves of her belly and torso. Her hands swirled along my back and sides urging me to move lower. We wanted the same things, my mouth and tongue dancing toward her hardened pink nipples, down the center of her body to the cavity of her navel. A light breath on the hair above her cleft. A nuzzle on her clit, spreading the pale softness of her thighs, a fresh scent of her juices and a light touch of my tongue, sensing the flavor of each fold, inhaling the sweet musk of her womanhood, a nuzzle of her clit and a deeper probing of her cunt. She lifted and rolled her hips to meet my ministrations, she slowly gushed. I moved lower as her hips rolled higher and her thighs spread wider. My nose found her opening and my tongue lightly brushed her puckered hole. Her pelvis was pulsing and my tongue pushes past the bud of her anus. She is bucking and gasping for breath. The torrent is rising, and we had both given in to our passion. A squeal began in her throat and progressed to a low groan as the gate opened on her orgasm. Spurt after spurt emanated from between her engorged folds, and she grabbed me by the hair and forced my face to her cunt, she used my nose to stimulate her clit. The spasms rose and fell, and at that point, I was just an instrument for her pleasure, nothing more than a sex toy, and I was loving it.
Her spasms subsided, her breathing labored, her body was flushed and mottled with pink, a delicate glaze of perspiration covered her body and glistened in the morning sun. As her pulse and breathing returned to normal, she whispered, or hissed, “My god, my god, the best ever, why did I wait so long... Charlie why did you make me wait so long?” She started to laugh and cry, “holy fuck, better than I imagined, Chaaaarlie that was amazing.”
Then she turned on me... “Charlie, you asshole, you weren't supposed to be that good... now I have to think, what am I going to do?” “Well, first you could return the favor,” I said, “then maybe we can talk this through for the next few days, and figure out what we are doing.” With that, she got that impish look in her eyes and pushed me on my back, and straddled me. She leaned forward with her hands on either side of my head. Looking deep into my eyes and without saying a word, she began to roll her hips on my chest. The wetness from her cunt smeared across my body. It was as if she was claiming me with her scent. She continued the rocking and smearing all the way down my body, never loosing eye contact. It was hypnotic, I was giving in. By the time she had worked her way to my cock, I was rock hard and pooling pre-cum. My body was wet with her juices and she began to slide her slick cunt along the shaft of my dick. After a few minutes of this, she broke eye contact, lowered her body to mine and slid down the length of me, her sweat and juices combining with my sweat to make a heady mix of pheromones. We were entrancing each other again. She moved her mouth closer to my rod, lightly breathing on my most sensitive areas, never touching, just hot breath making me twitch and groan. The first touch of her tongue on my perineum nearly sent me into spasms. I was trying not to cum, and she hadn't even touched my penis. She circled the rim of my asshole, the made her tongue hard and pointy and jammed my ass. There is a first time for everything and I was truly hoping that this would not be the last. Her tongue flattened and softened and as she licked my nether region, no spot was left unwashed. Finally, mercifully she made her way to my cock, which by this time was painfully hard. Without using her hands, she scooped the head up to her mouth with her tongue. Slowly and purposefully, she began to suck the shaft into her mouth. Without letting go of my cock she began to pivot her body around and soon had her knees on either side of my head. She began to rock her whole body as her mouth stroked and sucked my cock. She pushed down on my cock forcing me ever deeper into her mouth, then rocked back rubbing her cunt on my face. The sensation was incredible. At last my dick moved beyond the back of her mouth and down her throat. The rhythm and action were now complete, my cock down her throat then her body rocked back and she smeared her cunt on my face. She sensed I was getting near orgasm so she ceased her oral ministrations and then surprised me again by gently squeezing my balls almost to the point of pain and said, “not yet big boy, you will come when I am good and ready.”
Talk about blue balls, I had been right to the brink at least 6 times, only to be rolled back. I was getting desperate, and in pain, and enjoying it immensely. At that point she turned, straddled me, held my dick about two inches from her cunt, and in one swift motion dropped herself onto my cock burying me to the hilt inside her. She began to rock her pelvis in all directions. With my dick buried so deep, I could feel the opening of her cervix dancing on the head of my cock. I got the feeling she was starting to think of me as a dildo and nothing more, her eyes closed and her pace quickening. It was time to change things up. Without disengaging, I flipped us over to missionary position. Her eyes widened and a flash of anger passed in them as I began to piston in and out of her. The look was replaced by one of submission. She was mine now, for my pleasure first. I felt a boiling in my balls, and I know it sounds weird, but I felt like my dick grew an inch in length and girth, it literally felt like it would explode into pieces inside her. As I drove into her, she began to look at me with a combination of fear and desire, No words were spoken, no sounds made, but decisions were taking place. I could feel her starting to pulsate, the head of my penis could feel her cervix expand and contract. We looked at each other deeply, more deeply than I had ever experienced with any person, we were drilling into each others minds.
I crested, and drove myself as deeply as I could into her cunt. Our eyes remained locked as the first pulses of cum rocketed into her, driven directly at her womb. I knew then that she was fertile, and had decided either consciously or not, to risk pregnancy. Rope after rope of sperm shot from my cock into her pulsing flowing pussy. It was done, and we stayed locked like that for some time, until my relieved and finally flaccid cock slipped from its home.
We lay together for quite a while, reveling in the touch of our bodies, enjoying the afterglow of a perfect fuck. There were no words. When finally she stirred, we kissed, sweet, small kisses. “Are we going to talk about what just happened?” I asked. “Yeah, yeah, I guess we should, but Charlie, if you ruin the mood, I'll throw you into the hall, and you'll never see me again...” she said. She meant it, too.
As we spoke, she confirmed that she was not on birth control, and had not meant to let me cum inside her. But, she said, the feeling was right, so right, she just gave up and gave in. Over the next hour or so, as we lay together we figured out that our feelings for each other were deep and mutual. We both felt we should stay together, and figure out the logistics of that. One sticking point was her job situation. She said that she needed to feel independent. I agreed, and we decided that she should check out of the hotel, and come stay with me for the weekend. We could figure out what we needed to do.
Stay tuned for the next installment...
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