Erotic Story by Ramesh
We first made contact by e-mail. She was a 50 year old lady,
married to a man who no longer appreciated her. She was feeling
unattended and exploring the idea of a lover. This is the
kind of lady I was looking for! We hit it off & decided to meet.
She was blonde, pale skinned, petite. She had nice buns
atop nice legs, small breasts and a small belly. She was
very attractive. Time had been kind to her, but she lacked
attention. I volunteered. We got to know each other while
lunching together a few times. I learned that she was a belly-dancer
for the exercise. She had married a younger man, they had
raised grown kids that were no longer at home. Her husband
was in the midst of an affair with a much younger woman. After
time, we began ending our luncheons by kissing and fondling
one another. She would lean into my erection, as I held her
small buns in my hands and kissed her neck, ears and mouth.
She finally consented to meeting me in a hotel room. When
the day came, we were both nervous. Neither of us was looking
to replace our spouses nor to lead the other on. Once we confirmed
this, we decided to go to the room to "see what happens."
We got to the room and spent a while kissing and fondling
as I enjoyed the smell of her perfume. She unzipped my fly
and withdrew my erection from my pants. She held it in her
pale hands and went down on me without my asking. I watched
as she swallowed my dick in her mouth, her lips surrounding
my engorged dick, her cheeks bulging as he went up and down
on me. She licked my balls and fondled them with affection.
I could take no more and asked her to stop so I could reciprocate.
She let me strip her. I removed her clothing as if opening
a present. Each item removed revealed a lovely package
awaiting. Her mound was small and covered with straight
light brown hair, glistening with moisture. Her breasts
were delightful, a perfect handful with responsive nipples.
Her ass was wonderful, the kind meant for ass-play. As we
laid together, she remarked on the striking difference
in our skin tone - my cocoa colored body against her pale
whiteness. I kissed her, marking a trail down from her neck,
past her small belly, into the lovely nest of her sweet female
aroma. She told me her husband would not eat pussy. What
a dolt! I told her I lived to eat pussy as I tongued her labia,
and slowly rooted about for the pleasure button I knew was
hidden. I lost myself in her fragrence, the feel of her wet
pussy, her body's response to my tongue. The pace of her
breathing increased as I explored her most private places.
She let me rim her asshole with my tongue as I kept my nose
rubbing against her clit. She squeezed my head with her
thighs until I thought it would pop. Then, I mounted her.
As I did, we watched as my dark erection slid into her pale
wet pussy. I held on to the memory, the feel of her pussy around
my dick, her breasts, her body, her fragrance. I quickened
the pace, rythmically thrusting in and out. She told how
she missed making love this way. It had been too long. As
she lifted her pale legs over my broad brown shoulders,
I thought how lucky I was that her husband had ignored this
lady. I continued my thrusting as I held her ankles in my
hands, bringing us each closer to a rising creshendo. Her
cute round ass slapped against my groin with each thrust.
We stopped before we climaxed, exchanged deep kisses and
changed positions several times. Later, she got astride
me and rode me like a bronco. I carressed her breasts & her
nipples with my tongue. As she quickened the pace, I carressed
her buns until at last we climaxed and fell together in a
heap, exhausted. Afterward, we talked. We agreed to keep
our meetings paced out to avoid detection. We left in the
evening's rush hour traffic, getting back to our respective
spouses. Lately, she tells me that her husband has agreed
to stop seeing his lover. Because of that, she doesn't want
to be the one "cheating". So, we've put our liasons on "hold"
until she sees if her husband can do as he promises. I, for
one, hope not.
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