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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The fateful night was six years ago on our 20 year anniversary when I was 41. The kids were at my folks for the night and hubby had taken me out to an upscale restaurant for dinner and wine in a city centre hotel, and then to the bar for drinks and dancing before we went up to our room for 'fun'. By then I was randy and already wet for him even before mutual 'heavy' touching as stripped off each other's clothing.
We then knelt on the bed facing each other and he did my most favourite foreplay by rough finger fucking me to an orgasm, rapidly followed by me falling onto my back with knees raised and legs spread wide when he used his fingers once more inside as he tongued my now engorged clit and have me another orgasm (my second most favourite foreplay).
He then followed up by ramming into me for a few minutes giving me my third orgasm. As we cuddled whilst I cooled down, he then reminded me that when he had asked me a few weeks before what I wanted for our anniversary I had told him to ask me in the middle of our love making at the end of our anniversary 'date night'. "So, what do you want as your present?" I looked up and replied, "Remember how the past few years you've introduced into our sex play your fantasy of watching me with another man, and I've liked it so much it has many times enhanced our love making?"
He gave me a somewhat wary 'yes', so I continued, "Well, what I want is to fulfil your fantasy." I should have immediately picked up on the brief shocked look on his face, especially after his previous wary 'yes', but I didn't. I was so languid after coming three times in a fairly short period of time, plus I had always assumed he was serious about his fantasy. Big mistake. He gave me no reply, just rolled between my legs and said he needed to have me again and come.
We had a long session and he finally came, but I couldn't since it was obvious something was wrong, and I suspected what it was. When we had cuddled afterward for a while, I then asked him what was wrong. Of course, he said it was nothing, so I gently pressed by saying I had always thought he was serious about he watching as another man had me and over the years the idea had taken hold. He looked me straight into my face and very seriously told me it was just something to make both us randy, and he certainly didn't want it to go further.
The next few weeks a tad chilly in bed and it was only after almost a month that we got back to our usual randy selves in our three to four sessions each week. But the idea didn't go away, in fact it grew since it had germinated in my mind for so many years, so I decided to act on it on my own as a 'one off' just so I would not have it as a regret going into old age.
My closest girlfriend was about my age and married for as long as we were, but had confided about a year before she had taken as an occasional lover a very fit about 10 years younger black man who was a trainer at their fitness centre. He would go to theirs his day off and have her every four or five weeks when she became randy for him. She had told me she would 'lend' him to me if I ever decided I needed something outside my marriage, so I had her over for afternoon tea and she arranged it right then by text to him for the very next early afternoon. She also warned me he insisted on doing her 'bareback', but she had been having him for almost two years and considered it safe.
I prepared our guest bedroom arranging the bed covers and the lighting. Hubby very rarely came home during the day from his office in the city centre, and always called first to warn me so I felt safe having my first ever lover outside marriage at ours.
He arrived on time at 3 and I met him at the door in a short sexy almost see through nightgown with nothing on my slim body underneath. He was dressed in a tennis outfit which enhanced his very fit body. I knew he would be able to just see the dark skin of my nipples and the thin chest nut collared hair on my mound through the nightgown, and he immediately did, saying, "My God, you're more beautiful than Celia said."
I took his compliment with greater aplomb than I felt, since I had been wet and swollen between my legs for at least an hour thinking about what was about to happen. To say I was extremely aroused even before he touched me would have been an understatement. I took his hand after closing the front door behind him and started to lead him into the lounge for small talk, but he gently pulled me into his arms and said that he couldn't wait for polite preliminary chat seeing me dressed that way. We kissed, but saying to him it was too fast never entered my mind.
He was a grand kisser, leading me in a quick but seemingly unhurried way through the stages of kissing from the brief closed mouth first kiss through to how we ended up, wet open mouthed deep French kissing that had our tongues dancing and rubbing against each other in extreme sexual invitation.
At the end of what turned out to be about a five minute kiss with him kneading my back and then my bum cheeks in his muscular hands and me with my hands alternating between rubbing his upper back and running my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, I finally pulled my head away and let out a deep breath as I said, "Wow, there were two things I told myself I wouldn't do because I'm basically a shy person and I've just violated the first one by kissing you."
He grinned and asked what the second was, but I just gave him a teasing smile and told him he'd have to wait to see. I already felt completely at ease with him and took his hand to lead him upstairs. On the way up I told him I was so ready I didn't want to waste time with any more preliminaries, to which he replied that I was already way up on his list of favourite ladies. I wanted to ask him how many ladies, but we had just entered the guest bedroom and more pressing matters were on my mind.
He stood at the foot of the bed and let me completely undress him, with the appropriate touching and caressing and kissing of his body parts along the way. He had entered the room with a visible bulge in his tennis shorts, but by the time I had finally gotten down to removing the pants beneath, his cock was steel hard and rampant, with an upward curve in the forward half of his average thickness seven inches. Of course, I already knew his dimensions fro Celia, but that first view of it was most pleasant and erotic. I was grateful that he was average thickness and only about an inch longer than hubby since he filled me up quite well and I didn't relish the thought of having the pain or discomfort of being stretched by a really large one.
By the time we got to him totally naked, I couldn't wait any longer, so I got on the bed on my back with my feet widely apart As he followed, I raised my knees and spread my thighs wide for him, eager to feel my first extramarital cock taking me. As he began to lower his head to my groin, I told him I was already way past that him using his fingers and mouth on me, and wanted him in me right then.
He smiled as he positioned his knob end between my swollen and slack lips down there and gently pushed in just a tad, more to just open my lips than an actual penetration. But even that slight touch felt heavenly and I reacted by jerking my hips upward to seat a further inch or two. As I did, I let out a passionate groan. He was holding himself up on his stiff arms and I instantly grabbed his upper arms with both hands as I groaned.
He was a tad surprised and said something like 'you're really hot for it.' I immediately rhetorically replied, "Do you have any idea what it's like to think about nothing else all morning, and then after that kiss downstairs, and then feeling all of your body just a minute ago?" His response was a big smile as he pushed another couple of inches in. I groaned again, and added an 'Oh, God, do me now'. And he did, pushing the rest of the way in as I groaned once more. In spite of him being only an inch longer than hubby, he still stretched me a bit and the momentary discomfort was quickly replaced intense pleasure as he established a moderate pace of thrusting.
He stayed up on his arms. I raised my lower legs and rested my heels on the back of his thighs and used the leverage to raise and roll my hips upward as he did me. I was beside myself with pleasure. I had never been so grandly had and was totally lost in it. After a few minutes, I felt my orgasm rising and he sensed it from an increasing urgency of my hips rolls as well as my fingers tightening around his upper arms in time with his cock thrusts.
He gradually sped up as we sped toward the heights. In another short while, he began hammering into me and I knew it was only a matter 20 or 30 seconds and I would come, and it felt like it would be a gloriously deep and intense orgasm. Men, especially husbands, need to realize that even though it's possible for a woman to orgasm from steady thrusting, and many do, it's much better for the woman when she's almost there for the man to do hammer her with short extremely fast thrusts for she will then certainly come, and come big.
Well, that's what he did and that's what I did as a result. I yelped several times as I felt the waves of my orgasm roll over me. By that time he had dropped his upper body down on mine and my arms had instantly gone under his arms and up onto his upper back, and when he hammered into me I unconsciously dug my fingernails into his skin in reaction. Here I was, my hips jerking against his thrusting groin, and my legs and arms gripping him as tight as I could, pulling him into me as much as possible.
It was a glorious orgasm for me, lasting upwards of a minute, much longer than normal. And I loved it, totally lost in it. Long after it was over and my body was subsiding fro it, I continued to hold onto him tightly, kissing his neck. He raised his head and looked into each other's eyes. And I was about to do the second thing I wasn't going to do. I opened my mouth and said, "Kiss me." He did and I kissed him back, half passionately and half in gratitude for the intense pleasure he had just given me. We kissed for a while until I said, "You haven't come." He replied with a smile, "Way too soon, the afternoon is young and you have made me so hot I want to do you a few more times before I take my ultimate pleasure."
With that he resumed thrusting his cock, which had not softened past half way and was now fully hard again, into me. After a couple of minutes, he used his well developed muscles to lift me off the bed with his cock still embedded in me. He held my bum cheeks in both his hand, his arms under my knees, and as I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, he fucked me standing. His thrusting hips made mine bounce on his cock, thus driving his knob end a tad further up me than when we were on the bed. I could feel it just knocking into my cervix. Instead of discomfort, that actually gave me more pleasure and it wasn't long before I was wailing out another climax, which was heavenly.
He stayed another hour, me on top to several quick serial comes with me rolling and grinding my hips on his up thrusting cock, then a few more times missionary before ending with a mind blowing climax from him fucking me doggy. At the end of that one, I just collapsed onto the bed and lay there moaning pleasurably.
He hadn't come from that last one and when I finally regained my composure I asked why. He was still on the bed knelt behind me and he replied that he had one last one for me and would come from that. Before I could even ask anything, I felt him insert his hard cock into my pussy whilst I was prone on my belly. I realized I was about to be 'prone boned' for the first time and didn't have to do anything by lie there clutching my pillow under my chest and enjoy it.
God, it felt fabulous, just lying there being 'boned' by a hard cock. It was obvious to me that despite the fact I was getting much pleasure form it, it was all about him and his need to come in me, and probably some of it for him was the power he derived from having me under his total physical control, unable to move to stop him from ravishing me. And I was enjoying it. Within a minute or two of hard energetic thrusting by him fully into me he came. He bellowed like a bull several and each time he gave me a violent thrust and I felt his hot cum squirt up me. It was the most erotic thing I ever felt, and the whole hour and a half with him was awesome.
He lay on me for a while after finishing as he regained his breath and composure, and then said he should go. I rolled over and watched as he dressed. He came over and we kissed with me running my fingers through his hair and moaning from pleasure.
And then he rose and said he would let himself out. I lay back with my eyes closed and relived in sequence everything that happened beginning with his look when I opened the front door and he saw what I was wearing and ending with feeling him come in me that last time. By the time I had gotten through all of it I had made myself come three more times with my fingers. I finally lay back and went to sleep.
I was so physically and emotionally worn out I didn't awake until I felt hubby shaking my arm. He had walked in and not seeing me in downstairs and then not in our bedroom, had found me lying naked on my back on a thoroughly mussed up bed in the guest room, my legs half spread, the dried cum in my pussy hair and my pussy lips still showing signs of having been used by a man, and a lingering pervasive smell of sex permeating the whole room.
When I opened my eyes, he simply said, "We have to talk about this'.
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