Five Years of cum, floods the gates
I had been watching this sexy, beautiful lady in my area
for some time. Usually I would see her in the grocery store,
and she would most times appear sad. She would walk around
the aisles quietly and aimlessly, as if she were killing
time. On several occasions I have wanted to approach her,
but the sight of her very large diamond ring told me that
she was taken and it would be a waste of my time.
One day I was at the store and there she was, but this day,
she wasnt alone and seemed to be rushing instead of her
usual pace. Upon closer observation I realized that her
husband who seemed a bit impatient with the chore of grocery
shopping accompanied her. I had never seen him before,
and he struck me as no nonsense, completely absorbed kind
of guy. He wasnt really paying any attention to what she
was doing, except that it was taking too long for him.
Surprisingly, my observation of her and her husband seemed
to have not been unnoticed, as on the next occasion of being
at the store she approached me and said that her husband
doesnt like shopping and that was why she was in such a rush.
All of this indicated to me that she all along had been noticing
me noticing her. Which her explanation of that day, also
told me she didnt mind. I asked her if she wanted to have
coffee with me, as she didnt seem to be in a rush this time,
and she said yes. We had coffee in the Bistro area of the grocery
store, and chatted about our lives a bit. What I left that
day feeling and believing was that her husband wasnt very
attentive to her needs and she was largely unsatisfied
with her situation. Deep inside of me I hoped that that meant
sexually as well. Though I wouldnt admit that on the surface.
The idea of being the other man was something that I wasnt
inspired to be, until now. I guess because of the old saying,
what goes around comes around.
The following week whilst at the store again, we ran into
each other. She told me that her husband was away on a business
trip, and that she was only shopping for herself today.
I took her sharing that as somewhat of an invitation, or
permission for me to make one, an invitation. So I did, I
asked her if she would like to have dinner. It would be casual
and discreet and didnt have to offend her commitment and
loyalty to her marriage. Or so I wanted to think it could
be.
We met later that evening at the local Italian restaurant.
We had wine and appetizers, while talking about the differences
between men and women, and the way that they interact, touching
on areas like sensitivity, understanding, and passion.
By the time we were about to order our main course, the discussion
had gotten so personal that we felt like we had been friends
for a very long time. She commented that I was a good listener,
and that if I were as attentive a lover, the women in my life
would be very lucky. I told that at the time there were no
women in my life and that that was what I hoped they would
feel when there were. She smiled, a beautiful and somewhat
mischievous smile. And my pants suddenly got a bit tighter
around my crotch area.
After dinner we were walking back to our cars, we got to hers
first and realized that she had gotten a flat tire. Being
as late as it was I offered to give her a lift home so that we
didnt have to change the tire right there and then in the
dark. She agreed and said that she would have it taken care
of in the morning. Little did I know what she meant by that,
but it was fine with me as I was hoping to have some more time
with her.
When we got to her house she invited me in for a nightcap,
and I accepted. On the couch in the living room, we got comfy,
and that feeling of knowing each other soon blossomed again.
After a bit of small talk, she slid over closer to me on the
couch and rested her head against my shoulder, saying that
she wished her husband were as understanding and sensitive
to her needs as I were. She told me that she had married him
right out of college and had seen his passion for his job
completely overwhelm his passion for her. She went on to
talk about their sex life, and that he only really had time
and energy for the occasional quickie, which seemed to
always leave her wanting. She also told me that she had not
had an orgasm in the five years since their marriage. This
drove me a bit nuts and excited me quite a bit. The idea that
this sexy, beautiful lady, hadnt had an orgasm in five
years was mind blowing, but also the thought that maybe
I could help her with that was so exciting, that my pants
became really tight again. And this time she could see that.
Another smile crept across her face, and I pretended to
be embarrassed, but was really pleased that she noticed.
Still leaning against my shoulder, she gently slid her
hand across my lap and onto my bulging crotch. A little moan
slipped out of both of our lips.
This gave her permission to release me and she gasped when
she did. I am not a small guy, that is, in that area, and she
seemed to have been surprised and excited at that. She gently
took my cock in her hand and squeezed, it was hard with not
much give to it. She moaned again and quickly lowered her
lips to it. First licking the drops of pre-cum that had oozed
out of the tip, then covering the tip with her sweet, soft
lips flicking her tongue around as she did so. It was now
my turn to moan and I did a long gently moan while sliding
down on the couch until I was almost lying down. She swallowed
as much of me as she could, and bobbed up and down along my
shaft. It was so sensuous that I thought that I would cum
in her hot mouth right then. But alas I didnt and she slowed
her pace to accommodate that, as if she could sense my desire.
After about fifteen minutes of her playing with my cock,
I returned the favor and went down on her. My what a sexy pussy
she had. It was clean-shaven, and poutty, the kind that
sort of begs you to suck on its lips. And so I did, which brought
loud moans of pleasure and the grinding of her hips pushing
into my face. I used all of my ability to please her, sucking,
licking, flicking and nibbling all over her beautiful
begging pussy. Needless to say that she came numerous times
and washed my face with her hot honey juices. They were sweet
and musky, and I wanted to swallow every drop. After about
her fifth orgasm at the hands of my mouth, she began to pull
me up to her, pleading with me to fuck her.
I moved up between her legs and kissed her gently, but deeply.
She sighed and moaned at the same time. Tasting herself
on my lips, she grabbed my arms and sternly said, dont
make me beg. I wasnt about to, was my reply.
I positioned her on her back with her legs open exposing
her steaming moist hungry pussy. I placed the tip of my cock
at her entrance and she arched her back to take me in. I slowly
allowed myself to slide in until I felt enough of me was in
there, after all I didnt want to hurt her. Her face was a
puzzle in delight, the filling up of her pussy, the stretch
of her lips, and the pleasure of the pain seemed to wash over
her all at the same time and she started to buck and shake
in orgasm. WOW, is all I could say about that.
I started to slowly move back and forth, sliding deeper
and deeper into her with each thrust. And she responded
each time by pulling harder and harder on my ass to go in more.
When I was fully inside and she was satisfied that she had
all of me, I began to fuck her harder and faster. This drove
her wild, she bucked and groaned, and kept doing that for
about the next fifteen minutes before declaring that she
needed to breathe. So I stopped leaving myself inside of
her and just watching the smile on her face in amazement,
how sexy she was, continued to blow my mind.
After the break she spun around and urged me to enter her
from behind. I did and drove all the way home, in one long
slow push. She gasped and moaned again, and started to push
back on me. I pumped myself into her over and over while she
muttered yes, yes, yes, over and over in rhythm with my thrusts.
She came about five more times and collapsed just after
I shot my load into her satisfied pussy.
After it all, when we got up form the couch, there was the
biggest wet spot I have ever seen. It was as if someone had
open the flood gates and let all of the water out. My only
regret with it was that I didnt get to drink it all down I
love the taste of a womans fuck juices.
I left there that night smiling from ear to ear. And so was
she. The next morning while driving through town I saw her
having her car towed, and offered her a ride to the garage
where they would fix the tire. She accepted and we went at
it again in my car before getting to the garage. The second
time, being not as long but just as good as the first.
We meet at the grocery store every now and again, being careful
not to get ourselves into trouble after all she is married.
But at least now she smiles a lot more and seems to be happier.
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