Parton
My uber arrived and I sat myself in it. As the driver set off to my home, I looked at the quiet of the suburbs; such a contrast to the last three hours. I wondered if the driver would see the flush in my cheeks and across my chest. My mind was racing with dangerous memories of the afternoon; but far from a sense of relaxed satisfaction, I was nervous. More nervous now than I had been earlier when I first climbed the steps to the guy’s front door. This was the first time I’d be returning to my partner after a solo meet. Ian was at home waiting for me.
Botham
I received a text from Dolly; she was on her way home. Nothing else; no words about how it had gone, nothing to indicate whether she had had a good time. I waited, some quiet music murmuring a soft welcome for her. I hoped she was OK. It was the most nervous I’d felt for a long time. And excited too. We’d talked about this so often. The fantasy of the reclaim and now here we were. We knew each other inside out. Dolly could size me up from the very first moments of our first date way back. And I knew her too, her idiosyncrasies, how she saw the best in everything, her strong exterior hiding a sensitive, kind woman. We’d chosen the guy together online, of course. Even then, we were still on the edge of fantasy…pushing it further and further, neither wishing it to stop. And suddenly at lunchtime, she had set off.
Parton
The driver turned onto our road. I could feel my heart beating as I realised my pussy was still wet from the guy. And wet again now in anticipation of seeing Ian. We’d talked a lot about these very moments. Were we taking a risk with our relationship? This would challenge us, our trust, the intimacy we’d built up between us over months. How would Ian greet me?
Botham
I heard her heels approach the front door and her key finding the lock. I couldn’t help myself and jumped up from my chair to race to the hall. She’d barely closed the door and turned to me when I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close in to me. She held me tightly straightaway and buried her head into my chest. We stood there soundless for a while, a simple intense hug.
Parton
Ian held me so close to him. His smell, his caring arms. I rested into him, my heart beating against him. He slipped my jacket from me and took my hand. He led me up the stairs to our room. He’d prepared it with some little candles and incense. He sat me on our bed and knelt before me. Our eyes met and we paused, a gentle reassuring smile but such need in his expression.
Botham
I looked at this beautiful woman. I could see her cheeks were flushed, her hair unusually unkempt. I needed to care for her now. I removed her shoes and began to undress her. I went slowly, carefully, deliberately; how beautiful her skin shone, her perfume, her smooth immaculate pussy. I supported her head down onto the pillow, undressed and climbed into bed next to her
Parton
Ian was so tender. He undressed me and made me comfortable. I watched him get naked. I saw his cock spring free of his briefs, raging hard. Neither of us had spoken yet, as he climbed in beside me. The feeling of his warm body against mine was familiar yet somehow different. He enveloped me, our legs entwining in the way we did. I felt his cock pressing into me. I wanted him; I so wanted him. Just to feel him, how turned on he was, to make love with him, slowly. Not sex, not right now. More than that. So much more.
Botham
Dolly felt so much warmer than before. I pressed myself against her, caressing her body, savouring every part of her. I was so turned on but held back from going too quickly. My hand circled around her thighs and her stomach, careful not to touch her pussy. It may yet be too sensitive to be touched, I wondered.
Parton
I needed him badly. His warm hands. I opened my thighs apart, our familiar invitation. I felt his fingers travel slowly where I needed them to. He began to explore, finding how wet I was, using it, bringing it out over my pussy, and then gently over my clit. He touched me in the way only he does, the way I love.
Botham
I could feel how wet she was, how her pussy was still engorged from the afternoon. I could wait no longer. I climbed up over her, my thighs pressing between hers, opening her up for me. I inched the tip of my cock up to her lips and paused just as we touched. I listened to how we were breathing; deeply, fast, in time with one another. And then we spoke for the first time.
- Did you enjoy today? Yes, she said.
- Did he enjoy you? Yes, she said.
- Was he gentle with you? At the right times, yes, she said.
As I paused between my questions, I began to shallow thrust; barely entering her and pulling out in a constant rhythm. In response to her answers, I sank a slow, deep thrust into her.
Parton
Ian nudged his cock barely inside me and asked me questions. Only as I answered did he sink deeper. I decided to not to wait for questions.
- I was naughty.
- Yeah?
- Yes. I knelt down in front of him. I put my hand around his cock and put it in my mouth.
- Go on.
Ian’s thrusts became deeper.
- I sucked on it while my tongue licked underneath his head
- Yeah?
- I imagined you watching me, telling me to.
- Did you make him moan?
- Yes, he got very loud. His hands were on my head, holding me there.
- Did he come for you?
- Not then. Later. He pulled me off him and started to lick my pussy.
- Slowly?
- Yes, slowly, deeply, searching me, learning me
Botham
Dolly’s voice in my ear as I filled her perfect pussy…she could always turn me on but this was so special. Unforgettable.
- Can you feel how hard you’re making me?
- Yes, darling. I’m yours. My body is yours.
- Did he fuck you?
- Yes, he did. I rolled a condom onto him and sat over him.
- How did you feel?
- I felt in control. I felt sexy. Wanted. Slutty as well. I did it for us. For this.
- Did he come inside you?
- Yes. He tried not to, but eventually he said he couldn’t hold it back any longer.
- Did you come?
- Just after him. I could feel his cock twitching inside me as his fingers continued circling my clit. It pushed me over. It was a big one.
- What did you say to him?
- I asked him to fuck me, to lose himself, to enjoy my body.
Parton
I could feel Ian losing control. All his questions, his body thrusts becoming less controlled, more animalistic, his voice straining. And then his orgasm, deep, shuddering, desperate, his cum filling me, its warmth inside me.
And now mine was building….
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