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My girlfriend is amazing. Ever since the night I met her I have been completely obsessed with her, emotionally and physically. I have always been the type to let things happen, I am not pro-active. I couldn’t even come to terms with the fact that she actually liked me, much less ask her to be my girlfriend. But, to my surprise and amazement her feelings for me were true, and she asked me to be hers.

In the beginning, or relationship was bumpy, but it felt so right. We had some bad times, but the good times made me believe that without the bad, this relationship couldn’t exist because it was too perfect. Sadly, I was unable to take advantage of my girlfriend’s beauty. I didn’t understand that she wanted a physical relationship. It took a matter of weeks for her to kiss me, a kiss that I will remember for the rest of my existence.

We are high school students, and I didn’t seem to understand that high school students are supposed to fool around. I missed all the signs she threw at me. But, she didn’t forget me; she proclaimed her love and held on to me. With time, I realized that she wanted me to get her in the back seat of my car. When I finally did come to terms with that fact, I was overcome with joy. I was obsessed with disrobing my beautiful girlfriend. The rush of heat to my face when the sight of her completely perfect, beautifully perky breasts was so much, I couldn’t think of what to do. All I knew is that this girl was perfect, and that I wanted her.

Over time our relationship progressed. We we’re madly in love. We went on beautiful Sunday evening dates and on walks around the lake. I was madly in love, and live was a living nirvana.

The topic of sex came up in our conversations. We we’re both ready, but we both knew that it should be perfect. We were in love and we wanted to have our first time to be something completely unforgettable.

The opportunity to devirginize had passed us by many times, but whenever the chance was there, something was wrong. It never felt right, it had to be perfect. And then, perfection materialized.

A group of our close friends was at a party, and everyone was happy. The hot tub seemed to be the hot spot, so many people that it was overflowing. My beautiful girlfriend was there, and we were both having a great time. As we sat there an opportunity came that I actually seized. My hand slowly worked its way down to my beautiful girlfriends vagina. I always believed that water ridded the natural lubrication, but I was wrong. As I positioned my hand so that I could penetrate her opening, I could feel her arousal. She was wet, and she was definitely horny. I slowly worked my fingers inside of her wonderful vagina, moving them back and fourth. Her speech became disoriented, and she seemed to be in a trance. Trying to avoid being caught by all the people around, she stopped me and turned around and began to kiss me, sending disabling chills down my spine. It was the most passionate kiss we have ever had, and it felt so perfect. We continued kissing, noticing that everyone was leaving.

And then it happened, we were alone. It was truly perfect.

Looking into my eyes, my beautiful girlfriend said, “Should we?” while pressing her covered vagina onto my erect penis. The twinkle that I love in her eyes was so beautiful this night, I was in paradise.

Replying to her question, I nodded and somehow answered, although the delight of the situation put me in a daze, by saying, “Can we?”

With that, moved her hand down my body and undid my drawstring. She pulled my pants down and took my penis into her fingers. She positioned herself on top of me and moved my penis to the opening I love so much. Slowly, she pulled herself down, moving her vagina down the shaft of my penis. The sensation was beyond words. In each other’s arms, we slowly began to move up and down. Her tight vagina fit perfectly around my penis, it was meant to be. We continued to rock, back and fourth, pumping up and down. I was in bliss; I had never felt anything even on the same scale of amazement as this experience. I was deep inside of my beautiful girlfriend, I was as physically and emotionally close to her as I ever had been in my life, and everything was perfect.

As we thrusted into each other, we both moaned and simultaneously orgasmed. The complete bliss I felt at that moment overwhelmed me. As I slowly exited her, we fell into each other’s arms. Kissing me tenderly, she looked into my eyes and told me that she loved me. I knew at that moment that life couldn’t get any better. I was living a dream, and I was in love with the most beautiful woman in the world.

Hi there, one more story for you. This is a story about an affair with a cowboy. I think it is everyone’s fantasy to have sex with a cowboy. Let me tell you one more thing. I have written about something called ‘gay tests’ in this story. I conjured it up right when I was writing. I have no way of knowing if these tests work or not. They are just a figment of my mind. So take them with a grain of salt. By the way, you can let me know if some such tests do really do exist. I would be grateful to know. Read on…

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Shawn was very excited. At last he was getting to visit Uncle Jacob’s ranch in Texas. He had always had this dream as a kid to spend his holidays at a proper ranch. Ever since he was a small kid. Uncle Jacob used to regale him with stories of cowboys, which he eagerly lapped up. But then some problems had cropped up between his uncle and his parents with the result that the former had been sort of ostracized from the family. Only a few weeks ago had the problems been reconciled and as an olive branch, Uncle Jacob had invited all of them to his ranch at Texas.

As both of his parents were working, they couldn’t make it but they promised to send Shawn along. Shawn was now in between courses and so he had asked his parents if he could go visit uncle Jacob and they had readily agreed. The ticket had been booked and he was leaving tomorrow for Wyoming. He was so excited. At the age of twenty-two he was finally going to experience something, which he had only dreamed of since the age of seven. Little did he know that he was going to experience something, which he wouldn’t have expected in his wildest dreams…

It had already been decided that Uncle Jacob would send someone to receive him at the airport. So after he deplaned and picked up his stuff, he looked around the airport for the signs of someone waiting for him. The airport was very crowded. Shawn hoped that the person who had been sent to receive him did not overlook him in the hustle and bustle.

“Hey, are you Shawn McNoughty?” a husky voice broke into his reverie. Shawn turned around to face the most masculine man he had ever set his eyes on. From the top of his head to the tips of his boots, this man looked every inch a cowboy and he sure was dressed like one. A typical plaid shirt covered his broad shoulders and tight crotch hugging jeans led the way to handtooled cowboy boots. Hmm-mm thought Shawn, these holidays were going to be very interesting. Shawn had had sex with lots of guys before, but they had been mainly from his college and no one, repeat no one had ever been even remotely so studly. Oh, just the thick mustache on this guy’s face was to die for. Now he had to just check out if this guy was gay. Normally Shawn could just make out from the person’s body movements but this time he was not sure. Okay, he was in no hurry. He would make of what he called his ‘gay tests’ a series of tests he had devised to test if the opposite person was gay. He was right about ninety per cent of the time.

But first things first. “Yeah, were you sent by Uncle Jacob?”

“Yeah, he sent me all right. Is that all your baggage?” he indicated the bags at Shawn’s feet. “Yeah that’s all. Did you have to wait long for the plane?”

“Nah, just arrived.” The guy was reticent all right. He was going to be a challenge. But Shawn loved challenges. He could do the ‘belly test’ right now. Shawn casually put his hands to his T-shirt at the waist and raised it, pretending to stretch his limbs. “Am I glad the flight is over, the seats were pretty cramped. You know what I mean?” he said rhetorically. Score one for him, Shawn thought. The guy’s eyes had followed the movement of his hands and had lingered at his waist for a second longer that necessary.

“Shall we make a move?” the guy asked picking up the heaviest bags with no noticeable strain. Shawn was impressed. “Okay,” he said picking up the rest of the bags. They started walking along side by side. Now, Shawn thought was time for the ‘ass test’. He casually started walking a bit faster, maneuvering in between the crowds. When they emerged from the airport, Shawn was a good five steps in front of the cowboy. He suddenly looked behind at him. Score two. The cowboy was checking out his ass. Shawn was pretty sure even though the cowboy looked up the instant Shawn looked behind. “Uh, we haven’t even been introduced. Hi I’m Shawn, although you know that already.”

“howdy, I’m Rick. Nice to see ya.” Rick’s lips parted in a quick smile, which sent Shawn’s heart rate up. Oh my god, Shawn thought, this man was deadly. He would have to be careful not to lose his heart in the bargain.

Rick lead the way to a dusty open jeep and dumped the bags in the back seat. “Strap up boy, we have a long ride ahead of us.” He climbed into the jeep and Shawn followed. Rick started the jeep and drove on. Shawn wondered what to talk about. Rick sure gave no intention that he was disturbed by the silence. Oh well, there was always tomorrow to get acquainted. No hurry here. He might as well try the ‘crotch test’, the last in the series. Hmm what could he do? Oh yes, there was this can of water placed on the floor between Rick’s feet. Shawn made a move to take it. At the same instant the jeep bounced on some loose stones and conveniently Shawn took to opportunity to brush against Rick’s joint with his hand. A light cop-out was all that was generally necessary. “Oh sorry, I just wanted the water bottle. I am so thirsty. He unscrewed the bottle and put it to his lips. He could just see Rick from the corner of his eyes. Rick moved around just a little bit in his seat. The movement was so surreptitious that normally one wouldn’t even notice it. But to Shawn’s experienced eye, the meaning was crystal clear. The man was trying to find a more comfortable position. And ninety nine times out of hundred, after the ‘crotch test’, that meant only one thing, the guy had a slight hard-on that he wanted to hide or suppress. Though Rick’s jeans were pretty tight, Shawn could still see the slight bulge. Oh boy, this was great. Shawn was almost convinced that the guy was gay. Okay, now he could relax.

They reached the ranch in about an hour’s time. The ranch was nothing like what Shawn had expected. It was pretty ordinary though huge. He had expected cowboys to be milling about everywhere and horse and stuff. But the ranch appeared to be deserted. He voiced his questions to Rick. “Well,” Rick explained patiently, “This is a working ranch, not one of those things that are resorts and training places for tourists. Normally, all the cowboys leave at dawn. They come back for lunch at about one and then again go about their chores. Then they return only at dusk.”

“Did you take a half day or something to pick me up?”

“No, actually I have some problem with my knee. I seem to have injured it. I was on complete bed rest for about a couple of weeks. Just a couple of days ago, I started doing some light work. I told your uncle that I would pick you up from the airport. He readily agreed as he couldn’t spare anyone else.: Rick looked at his watch. “He should be here any moment now.” His last words were punctuated by the sound of horsed hooves pounding on the dirt. Shawn turned to see a group of ten-fifteen men riding on horsed, approaching the ranch. As the group came nearer, Shawn was able to recognise his uncle. His uncle looked more or less the same. The years had been kind to him. Of course, his age was apparent in the crow’s feet around his eyes and weathered skin. But on the whole, his uncle had still managed to retain his strength and charisma. His uncle halted his horse a few feet away from his and unmounted. “And how is my favourite nephew?” he asked in his booming voice that Shawn so clearly remembered?”

“Fine uncle. Thanks for inviting me over.”

“Oh think nothing of it kid. If Martha and George had not fought with me, I would have had you over sooner. But that’s water under the bridge. Now that you are here, you can see what a working ranch is rally like. I still remember, you used to get very worked up at my cowboy stories. Rick here will help you out most of the time. He is still not fit for the tough jobs. The doctor has asked him to go light for the next couple of weeks. So he’ll be around for the entire time you are hear. I’ll be with you at dawn and after dusk. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure, that’d be great.”

“Okay, go and wash up. Dinner is served at seven-thirty sharp.”

After dinner, Shawn went up to the room assigned to him as he was tired. He would start his campaign on Rick tomorrow…

In the morning, after breakfast, as the other cowboys turned to leave, Shawn casually asked Rick, “Where will you be today, in case I need you, you know?”

“I’ll be fitting shoes to some of the horses till noon.” He gave Shawn some directions. “You can catch me there for most of the day.”

For the first half of the day, Shawn was busy putting away his clothes and arranging his stuff around the room. He then e-mailed all his friends and then talked to his parents over the phone. Lunch was an uneventful affair. At about two, when Shawn was done with his work, he decided to go visit Rick, he made his way to the barn, which he had been given directions to. The sight that greeted his eyes made his gasp. Rick had his shirt off due to the intense heat and he had the most powerful body that Shawn had ever seen. The hot sun and the heat from the fire, which was used to do the horseshoes, had coated his rippling muscles with a fine film of sweat. Shawn wanted to lick the sweat off Rick’s body drop by drop. He could almost feel the salty taste of Rick’s sweat at the tip of his tongue. He approached Rick.

“Hi there, pretty hot isn’t it.” Rick murmured his consent.

“Mind if I watch you? I have never seen a shoe being out on a horse before.”

“Sure.”

Rick lead one of the horses close to the barn. He lifted one of the shoes, which had been heated on the fire with a pair of tongs. He lifted one of the hind feet of the horse and positioned the show in place. He then hammered it in using nails. Every step of the procedure caused his magnificent muscles to ripple and Shawn was so aroused at the sight, he could almost not contain it. He got up from the place where he was sitting and came closer to Rick. “Mind if I try it. If it is not too difficult?”

“Yeah, why not.” Rick showed Shawn exactly how and between the two of them, they got the other remaining two horses shod. By now, Shawn was sweating profusely as he had never done such stuff before.

“I really need a shower. I feel so sticky.”

“Yeah, move on to the house. I need to clean up here.”

“Aren’t you coming too? I mean, you too will shower, won’t you?”

“Yeah, but we have a shower installed at our bunks. I’ll wash up there.”

“Oh great, then I’ll shower out there too. I want to all the stuff that you do.” No way in hell was he going to loose such an opportunity. Rick started to protest. “No, I don’t think so. You go on to the house. You will want to change your clothes and all.”

“I can always do that later. You do have an extra towel don’t you?”

when Rick saw that his mind was made up, he relented. No use riling the boss’s nephew. “This way.” He led Shawn to the showers. They consisted of a few stalls out in the open a short distance away from what was probably the bunks. Rick went into a bunk and got out a couple of towels. He handed over a towel to Shawn. Shawn started stripping out of his clothes. When he saw that Rick was watching mutely, he explained, “I just don’t want to get my clothes wet. Why don’t you undress too. I don’t think you would want to get your shoes and other stuff wet. ” Rick looked down and saw that he was still dressed. He too started stripping an when he was in his jocks, he wrapped the owl around his middle. Shawn sure got to see an eyeful.

Rick moved to one of the showers and Shawn chose the shower next to Rick’s. he waited till he could hear the steady sound of the spray and then he made his move. As he had expected, there were no locks on the the shower stalls. There was no need really. The cowboys wouldn’t want to spend much time showering. A shower probably meant a couple of minutes under the spray. Rick had stripped off completely and was buck-naked. The water was hitting him in the chest and was sluicing down his body. He was surprised to say the least but made no move to cover himself. The man had a lot of nerve, Shawn had to admit.

“What are you doing here, you runt?” Rick placed his hands on Shawn’s shoulders.

“Uh, I just thought I’d join you. No sense in wasting water.” Shawn tried to enter but Rick restrained him.

“Are you loco?”

“Not really, just horny.”

“My God, you are one crazy boy. Do you know what you are saying?”

“Yes, I do. And if I am not wrong, I think you have the hots for me too.”

“And if I had the hots for you, though I am not saying that I do have, what makes you think that I am going to fool around with the boss’s nephew and his favourite one at that.”

“For your information, I am the boss’s only nephew and we are meeting after ages. Look at me, I’m twenty-two. I am a grown man now. I can make my own decisions.”

Rick thought it over for a moment and apparently came to a decision. He pulled Shawn into the stall. “So help me God, I have wanted to screw you ever since I laid my hands on you. The only thing that prevented me was that I thought you were too young for me.”

“Of course not, I’m just right as you shall see.” And Shawn proceeded to show Rick just how right he was. He gently pushed Rick against the wall and placed his hands on either side of Rick’s body. He put his mouth to Rick’s chest and started licking the water droplets off his chest. Rick purred in joy. He took each of Rick’s masculine nipples into his mouth and gently sucked on them. The nipples at once turned hard. He moved down to his belly and lapped up the water pooling into his belly button. He moved further south and came to the dense hair surrounding Rick’s cock. He shoved his nose into the coarse wet hair and breathed in deeply, taking in the masculine smells. Rick was by now hard as steel. Shawn took Rick’s cock into mouth and started giving him a blowjob. Simultaneously, he also grasped Rick’s balls and started massaging them gently. Rick spread his legs to give Shawn better access. Shawn moved in and now took Rick’s balls into his mouth. They were huge. He alternated between Rick’s balls and cock, sucking on each one in turn. After a while, Rick shot huge wads of cum onto Shawn’s face. He then turned his back to Shawn and spread his legs wide. Shawn knew what he wanted. He spread his ass-cheeks apart and put his tongue to his asshole. He started rimming his asshole, thrusting his tongue in as deeply in as he could. Rick pushed back toward Shawn, forcing him to shove his tongue in deeper and deeper. Shawn moved his tongue around the hole in narrow circles, faster and faster. When Rick could stand it no more, he turned around and lifted Shawn into his arms. He shoved him against the stall and entered him in one stroke. As Shawn had never had such a huge cock shoved into him before, he felt a moment of discomfort, but it melted away in a second. Rick held him against the stall and thrust into him repeatedly like a bull in heat. Shawn was enjoying every moment of it. At last, Rick emptied his second load into Shawn. Shawn could feel the excess fluid dripping out of him. He slowly slid to the ground to Rick’s feet. He again took Rick’s cock into his mouth and sucked it dry. After they were through, they dried each other out and slipped into their clothes.

“Well, that was one hell of a screw. Thanks Rick.”

“It was my pleasure. Any time you are in the mood, feel free to come to me. I shall be glad to service you.”

For Shawn, it turned out to be the best vacation of his life…

Rose was getting bored with her husband, children and her 16 years of Marriage. She felt like something was missing in her life. She was browsing through the local newspaper and saw an advertisement to sign up for Pottery classes.

She remembered how much she enjoyed it during high school. She also remembered how her husband promised she could go on to art school after they were married. But yet here she was 16 years and two kids later. She never got to go on to school except for her medical career which was boring her to tears these days.

She needed a change in her life, something different. She made up her mind, she wanted to take those classes. She called the phone number and a woman by the name of Elleah answered to the phone. She sounded cheerful and excited to have her join her class. Maybe this is exactly what she needed. Something relaxing.

After getting off the phone with the pottery class teacher, she called a friend of her husband’s to watch the kids. It was only 3 days a week and her kids got along great with our kids. Michelle said she would be delighted. The arrangements were all set. Rose would drop off the kids at Michelle’s house and pick them back up when the classes were finished.

Rose got directions from Elleah and dropped off the kids. She was so excited and nervous at the same time. She really needed the relaxation of something she really enjoyed. Her thoughts drifted back to high school, remembering how much she enjoyed working with clay. Besides, this would get her out of the house for a while. Maybe it would keep her mind off from problems with her marriage and her job.

Rose arrived at Elleah’s house and knocked on the door. Elleah answered right away. When Rose seen Elleach, she almost took her breathe away. She was so beautiful. She had Reddish brown hair, petal soft pink skin and a body of a goddess. The voice on the phone was soft and gentle. Now seeing her in person made Rose think that this was definitely what she needed.

She asked Rose in. She said the studio was set up in her basement in a spare room. The house was beautiful. Elleah was a true artist. Rose really liked how she expressed her self with her decorating. She wished she had half of Elleah’s talents. Beauty and talent what an intoxicating combination Rose thought.

There were already other students there downstairs in the studio. Elleah had only about 3 potter’s wheels. So she said the group would have to be divided up into hand sculpting and wheel sculpting earthen wear. There were only 6 members in the class so it wouldn’t be hard.

She did a refresher course on how to add dry clay to the slop and how to kneed the clay like dough. Rose got chosen for the wheel project first. She explained to Elleah that she hadn’t worked with clay since high school so she may need some extra help. Elleah just smiled at this and suggested maybe she should stay after class for a private lesson.

The first class went well and she really did want to stay, however, Rose explained how she really needed to get home. She had kids and it wouldn’t be fair to her friend who was watching them. So Elleah suggested that she come back tomorrow and she could give the private lesson then.

Elleah also had another odd request. She gave Rose instructions to bring a large beach towel. She also suggested that not wear a bra or panties and to wear a skirt. Rose thought “what does this have to do with clay” but she just couldn’t resist Elleah’s beauty and charm.

It was Rose’s husband’s day off from work so she didn’t have to drop the kids off at Michelle’s house. But Rose’s husband did ask a lot of questions about the class and the instructor. And considering the short skirt she was wearing she didn’t blame him much. Rose explained that it was a woman instructor and gave her number to him just in case he didn’t believe her. He shook his head and just told her to enjoy her class.

Rose arrived at Elleah ’s house really nervous. She didn’t want to get her hopes up as to the reasons why she asked to her to dress the way she did. She had only been with her husband before. Even though she always had a curiosity what it would be like to be with another woman. Elleah was so beautiful, if she really wanted her she would consider myself to be very lucky.

Rose knocked on the door. Elleah answered and greeted her in her usual cheerful voice. But the way she was dressed told her this was not going to be any ordinary lesson is pottery.

She had her hair pulled back into a huge hair clip, she had such a pretty face. She was wearing a loose white sheer blouse and Rose could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath because she could see her soft pink nipples poking out through the fabric.

Elleah was wearing a skirt also, kind of tight and form fitting too. Elleah had such a nice round ass. Rose followed Elleah down the stairs, her eyes never leaving Elleah’s ass.

Elleah opened the clay slop pail and took out a huge glob of clay. She handed it to Rose and asked her to feel its cool soft slippery texture. She then took some dry powder and poured it on a table she asked Rose to begin kneading the clay like it was raw bread dough. Rose took her hands and started to work the clay while Elleah set up the potters wheel with all it’s tools.

She set a bucket of water down next to the wheel. Then Elleah asked Rose if she followed all her instructions she gave her. Rose nodded her head and kept working the clay. Eleah then asked her to form a ball and take it over to the potters wheel. “Center the ball in the middle press it down. Then scoop up a little water just to get the clay slippery again.”

Elleah pulled up a chair directly behind Rose. As Rose had her hands on the blob of clay Elleah reached her arms around Rose and put her hand directly over Rose’s. Elleah pressed her cheek next to Rose’s. Rose took in a deep breath and she could smell the sweet smell of another woman. Elleah’s skin was so cool and soft pressed next to her own cheek.

It sent a wave of excitement through Rose. Making it hard for her to concentrate on the clay. Elleah helped with that. She took Rose’s finger and pressed it down into the center of the clay to start the first hole. Elleah plunged her finger inside next to Rose’s making the whole larger. Two fingers inside the clay making the whole larger pushing out the sides of the clay doughnut. Rose put another finger in the hole and Elleah pressed in the sides of the clay they started to form a long tube together. Elleah then started to take her hands away from the clay and move them up Rose’s hands, then her arms. Smearing the clay up Rose’s arms to her elbows.

The Scent of Elleah was intoxicating. Rose had trouble concentrating on the clay and the clay was starting to wiggle. Suddenly, the tall bowl she was forming wobbled and flopped over. Rose squealed, making Elleah giggle. Rose said “Great, now I’ll have to start over.” Elleah just smiled and suggested they take a break.

Elleah moved her hands back up Roses arms and to her shoulders wiping clay all over Rose’s blouse. Elleah whispered in Rose’s ear, “I hope you brought extra clothes?” Rose just smiled back and said yes. Elleah then reached around to Rose’s blouse and started to unbutton her blouse. Rose took in another deep breathe, not quite believing what was happening.

Elleah slipped her hands inside and started to message her breasts. Rose leaned her head back on Elleah’s shoulder lifting her arms above her head. She wraps her hands around the back of her head releasing her hair clip and smearing clay in Elleah’s hair.

Such soft and beautiful hair, such soft skin. Rose felt so relaxed in her arms. She could feel Elleah’s breasts and her pointed nipples pressed against her back. Rose tilted her head towards Elleah and leaned in towards her and kissed her petal soft lips. Oooh the sweet lips of hers so unlike the rough feeling she experienced from kissing her husband with his mustache that would stab her like needles.

This was so different. This was so soft and gentle it just made Rose relax and not want the moment to end. Elleah drove her tongue into Rose’s mouth their tongues brushes against each other. They opened wider and kissed deeper as Elleah’s fingers pulled at Roses nipples.

Rose turns her body around so she can unbutton Elleah’s blouse. Rose quickly unbuttons her blouse pulling it off her shoulder and roughly reaches out for Elleah’s breasts. She cups her hands underneath them feeling the weight in her hands. Forming a C around the nipples she rolls them in her thumbs and forefingers.

Elleah moans slightly as she kisses her deeper. Elleah pulls down Roses blouse over her shoulders now trying to get each others shirts off.

Elleah pulls Rose to her feet. She asks Rose to spread out the towel on the floor. As Rose is doing so Elleah comes up behind Rose while she is bent over and pulls up Rose’s skirt and drives her thin long fingers between Rose’s legs and straight into her wet snatch.

Rose jumps. “Hmmm, good girl no panties and I can tell you are already getting wet. She slides her fingers out and sticks them in Rose’s mouth. “I want you to taste your own juices first.” Elleah whispers softly to her. The taste of clay and her own juices mingle in her mouth.

Rose stands back up facing her and Elleah kisses her again. This time Rose grabs Elleah by the hips and pulls her lightly up against her, their breasts are touching each other nipples to nipples. Rose reaches around Elleah and grabs that firm tight ass and gives it a hard squeeze before she moves her hands down ward to the hem of her skirt. Rose pulls up her skirt and sticks her fingers between Elleah’s ass cheeks.

Reaching between her legs further, she feels for Elleah’s wet spot and finds it nice and wet. The soft roundness with a slit in the middle, just perfect for running her finger in-between. Rose takes her middle finger and gently runs it back and forth across the outside before she gently slides it in. Elleah is so wet.

Elleah reaches around and starts playing with Rose’s tits again. Both drop to their knees. Acting like they are starting to become weak. They start moving closer to the floor. Since Elleah is her teacher Rose lays down on the towel first.

Eleah stops kissing her and starts to gently nibble on her ear, tugging gently with her teeth at her earlobe. She softly kisses her neck moving down to her breasts. She circles each one with the tip of her tongue squeezing them with her hands upward towards her mouth until Rose’s nipples look like soft milk chocolate kisses.

Elleah continues moving downward thinking to herself “that skirt needs to come off!” Sencing what Elleah was thinking, Rose lifts her hips upward while Elleah slid it down.

Elleah notices Rose has her belly button pierced. So she takes the studs in her teeth and gently tugs on them. Rose grabs her head giggling, and pushes it downward. She can’t take any more teasing. Elleah lets out a devilish laugh and continues downward. “Hmm. You shaved too huh?” Rose just sighs and comments how much she likes smooth skin.

Rose can feel Elleah’s hot breathe on her swollen cunt. Eleah takes her index finger and brushes across the outside of her outer lips parting them gently as Rose reaches down and runs her fingers through Elleah’s soft hair.

Elleah then runs the tip of her tongue down across the outer lips, penetrating the slit and spreading them further apart and continues to run her tongue across her hood. Rose pushes her hips upward, shocked by the sensations she is getting from such a gentle tongue.

She has never felt like this with her husband. He has always been so much rougher, almost painfully, with her with his large rough hands and his large tongue. Nothing was ever as gentle as this beautiful young lady pleasuring her.

Rose’s hood and labia swell larger and get wetter. Her skin color turning from deep red to now purple. The more Elleah worked her tongue and fingers on Rose the more turned on she became. Suddenly, Elleah took her index finger and drove it into Rose’s puckered anus. This forced Rose to tighten her opening around Elleah’s tongue and sent her into her first orgasm.

Rose felt a rush of her juices flowing out of her and into Elleah’s mouth. She heard and felt Elleah lapping at her even more. Rose was ready to pleasure Elleah now and she tugged on her hair telling her she wanted her turn. So Elleah slowly creeped up Roses Body kissing her gently all the way up and kissing Rose’s mouth so she could taste her own cum on her lips.

Rose grabbed Elleah and turned her over, laying her on her back so she could return the favor. Rose was on top now. She looked over Elleah’s body. Yes, Eleah was a woman just like herself but she still had a different body than Rose did. Rose was so inexperienced she hoped she could pleasure Elleah as well as she had.

Rose straddled Elleah’s hips. They were so different to her. She was so used to being with a large man the small waist felt strange underneath her. She leaned over to kiss Elleah. But instead of kissing her gently like she had earlier she bit her bottom lip teasingly, pulling it slightly away from her mouth.

Elleah reached out and grabbed Rose’s head, pushing her down to her breasts. Elleah’s breasts were different from her own too. Elleah had never had children so she still had that nice round shape to them with the pointed pink strawberry nipples that pointed slightly upward. She bit down on them also. Rose grabbed them and squeezed them into her mouth tugging and sucking on them making Elleah wiggle underneath her.

Rose bit at her firm stomach and continued all the way down. Still tasting bits of clay with the sweet taste of a woman’s soft skin. She got down to her bush.

Elleah did not shave, but did keep it trimmed. Their was a reddish mound of trimmed pubic hair. Elileah’s hood was a hot bright pink button that turned a brighter red when played with. Rose dove her tongue deep between her slit, pushing upward with her tongue. She flicked her tongue across the hardened tip and gently stuck two fingers inside her warm cunt.

Rose kept pushing her fingers in and out and trying to flick her tongue across her teacher’s clit hoping she was pleasing her. Rose figured out she was doing a good job when she could feel her lips swelling bigger and feeling the pulsing sensation she felt when she herself was reaching an orgasm. Then came the rush of Elleah’s own juices in the her mouth. She was different tasting than herself. Maybe a bit thicker and more creamy.

But Rose didn’t mind, it turned her on even more and it made her happy that she was pleasing her. She could feel Elleah tugging at her hair which would mean she was done. So Rose stopped and pulled herself upward and began kissing Elleah on the mouth again. The two women were touching their tongues to each others as their juices intermingling with each other.

Rose, slightly exhausted, stopped and rested her head on Elleah’s breast. Elileah gently stroked Rose’s hair. Rose rolls off of her realizing she may be too heavy for her and just lies next to her. Then she tells Elleah what a wonderful experience she had. She is so relieved she was her first. She also apologizes if she is not very good. Elleah tells her she did fine.

She would like to continue having her in class and teaching her “other lessons.” Rose tells her she would love to be taught “other things”. She never realized how sweet it could be with another women. She would like to continue with this again sometime soon. It was so much gentler than with her husband.

Rose gets dressed and leaves. She goes back to her husband with a secret smile on her face. He hears her pull up in the driveway and is waiting for her at the door. As she walks in, her husband notices her hair is a mess and she is wearing different clothes.

He bends over her to give her a kiss almost expecting to smell another mans colonge but instead he smells the scent of another womans perfume. He thinks for a moment or two… even playing with the fantasy that she might have been with another woman, which gives him an immediate hard on. But he brushes it off as nonsense.

He suggests they get “romantic” tonight and Rose just brushes him off telling him she is tired and just wants to take a shower and go to bed. She continues up the stairs with a smile on her face as he is left standing there wondering what is going on.

As Carol Blackman prepared for work, she had high expectations for the coming day. It was perhaps her favorite day on the whole calendar; Valentines Day. As she brushed her long red hair she admired its natural curl and deep burnished copper color She speedily finished applying her make-up using the absolute minimum on her sensitive skin, she stepped into the large walk-in closet she shared with her husband to select something to wear. She ran her hands across the clothes hanging inside until her fingertips made contact with her favorite. The exquisitely cut, deep burgundy velour dress felt as soft and sensual as the day her husband Jack had given it to her.

A gift for their first wedding anniversary four years ago, she rarely wore it for anyone one but him. Carol wanted today to be special and when he saw her walk in after work in this dress, he would immediately know an eventful evening was about to begin. Pulling the dress from the hanger, she ambled to her large bureau and pulled open the bottom drawer. She rummaged through the assorted undergarments until she found what see was searching for. The bra and panty set where just a shade too dark to be a true red Carol decided they would work very well she also selected a garter belt. Not a perfect color match but this was not a day for pantyhose. She also remembered buying a set of deep red stockings and finding them on the bottom of the drawer pulled them from their packaging as well.

Slipping the stockings on and clipping the garters in place, she turned to the mirror and began assessing her forty-one year old body. Her hips had a womanly flare but her legs were still firm and butt still round and tight. She admired her image, until she noticed shocked, that her pubic hair had become an unruly looking mess. It had been months since she had last trimmed for a bikini and glancing at the clock, she decided she had the time. Stepping toward the bathroom combing through the disheveled looking thatch with her fingers she considered “going smooth” but Jack always said it made her look like an adolescent and opted for a thorough trim instead. Returning to the mirror, she checked herself over with a critical eye and liking what she saw picked up the bra and panty set.

Glancing back at the mirror one last time at her freshly coiffed mound she said, “Now it’s far too pretty to cover up.”

Giggling she tossed the panties aside. Sliding her arms through the bra straps, she settled the cups in place on her 36-C bust. The front closure made the whole process quick and simple. She cupped her breasts marveling at the thin material and how it gave her enough support but was so sheer she felt almost nude. Lastly, Carol settled the dress on her firm curves and pushed her feet into the maroon shoes she remembered Jack calling “fuck-me pumps.”

Looking in the mirror at the complete ensemble, she could feel her nipples stiffening as she ran her hands down her body, ostensibly smoothing the dress. Carol was becoming turned on, and considered a quick tickle before leaving for work. She knew she had a full day ahead of her and it would seem even longer when she was already this keyed up.

Carol glanced at the clock wishing she had more time uttered a quiet, “Damn.”

Carol chuckled too herself and spoke to her image in the mirror, ” Poor Mr. Blackman will not know what hit him.”

She had forgotten about the weather reports forecasting overnight temperatures of eleven below zero. The frigid air swirling up under her dress was bracing to say the least. Sitting in her car, she still felt cold but the wind was no longer clawing at her body. As she frantically turned the key for the fifth time, she was becoming increasingly frustrated that the car had not started. She banged on the dashboard after noticing the gas gauge. Less than an eighth of a tank, the motor cranked and cranked but would not fire.

Carol remembered Jack’s warning to keep the tank topped-up in the winter or risk a gas-line freeze when the temperatures fell. Already running behind she did not have time to go back inside and change into warmer clothes so she resigned herself to make the mile and a half walk to work dressed as she was. Thank god, her coat was long. She pulled her heavy boots from the back seat where she kept them for emergencies. As she pushed her feet into the felt liners, she prayed they wouldn’t shred her new stockings on the long walk. She put her pumps in the bag that contained her lunch and started out for the beauty shop at a brisk pace still hoping to arrive in time for her first appointment.

Had the distance been much greater she would have turned back. The biting wind on her legs was chilling but she was now more than halfway and giving up at this point would have silly. Still in decent spirits, Carol wondered if the breeze finding its way up her dress would result in chapped lips.

She had made this walk many times in warmer weather to help stay in shape but in today’s frigid conditions, the short walk seemed endless. She spotted a car coming and recognizing Mrs. Lowell her first appointment of the day; she waved frantically hoping she could catch a ride the last six blocks but the seventy year-old never slowed. The sound of the cars exhaust brittle in the subzero cold as it passed her by and disappeared into the distance. Carol continued her arctic trek the snow crunching beneath her boots, finally arriving at the shop intensely cold, nose running and almost twenty minutes late.

Carols boss didn’t say a word as she walked toward the back room to shed her coat and boots. His Icy stare said it all, he was not happy. Carol generally got along very well with him but there times she would have liked to slap the smug look off of Steve’s prissy face This was one of those times. She poked her head out of the back room asking Mrs. Lowell if she would care for a cup of coffee and gladly went to fetch a cup for both of them giving Carol a few more seconds to warm her frozen fingers before beginning the old woman’s shampoo set.

Carol felt her thighs slowly beginning to warm as she finished with Mrs. Lowell. After the old woman left, she busied herself with some minor housekeeping duties around the shop until her next appointment was due to arrive. Steve walked over and bluntly informed her that he had to schedule two re-do’s for Carol because, Pam the shops co-owner was home with a sick child and he was booked solid all day.

Carol hated re-doing a customers hair. It always meant they were unhappy the moment they walked in the door, and you couldn’t very well charge someone for a service rendered incorrectly. Glancing at the schedule book she noticed both were his customers. She felt heat rushing to her cheeks she had already had one from Pam on her calendar, half her morning was booked and she wasn’t going to make a dime.

Working through the day, already upset Carol could not answer her lunchtime call from Jack. She could hear her cell phone ringing in her purse but had her hands full with Steve’s botched color job at the time, it further soured her mood. At that point, she was so busy redoing other people’s clients as well as juggling her own customers she would not have been able to say more than hello\goodbye.

She also half-expected a florist’s deliveryman to arrive at any time to bring her Jack’s customary dozen red roses. By the end of the day, she had a niggling feeling the he had forgotten entirely. This had never happened in the entire time since she and Jack began dating. When she called home looking for a ride, Carol became concerned and angry that there was no answer. She wondered were the hell Jack could be, he should have been home hours ago.

Feeling thoroughly defeated and depressed Carol pulled off her sexy pumps and shoved them back in the bag with her empty lunch container. She had only now finished her “lunch” at 4:15pm on what had to be the busiest $78.00 day she could remember. She set out for home trudging along in her heavy boots. A tear tumbling down her cheek as she thought about how rotten today had turned out when she had entertained such high hopes when it began.

Still bitterly cold out, the tear froze mid-way down her cheek. She roughly wiped it off feeling a flush of anger course through her body warming her just a bit. When she could see Jack’s truck in the driveway parked next to her car, her disappointment resurfaced, her anger rekindled, and it now focused her husband. She thought to herself “poor Mr. Blackman won’t know what hit him alright, ME!”

When she stepped into the foyer of their split-level house, she could hear the TV going and looking over the hardwood rail into the rec room she could just make out Jack sitting on the sofa. She noticed two empty beer bottles and an open bag of chips sitting next to them on the end table. “The Jerk” she thought, he had been home the whole time. When he made no move to come greet her she kicked her boots off and threw her coat at the hall tree not caring that it missed and slithered to the ground.

Jack, a machinist by trade was generally always neat but had zero fashion sense but on special occasions did always make an effort to dress decently. When she noticed his clothes, a ratty sweatshirt and his most hideous pair of Zubas, she was totally dejected and decided he really must have forgotten.

When he asked, “honey is that you?”

Carol had difficulty controlling her venom and answered with a curt “yes.”

Crushed and angry she ran up the stairs toward her bedroom fighting to control her sobs. She was so disappointed with Jack but did not want her tears to give him an opening hoping to find a way to redeem himself. She was furious. She ran through the room dropping her bag before stepping into the bathroom and roughly shutting the door. For several minutes, sobs racked her body as her tears flowed freely.

Slowly as her hurt abated her anger returned, she roughly washed her face in an attempt to get a grip on herself. Looking into the mirror, her skin still blotchy from crying she said to her reflection, “Lets go show Mr. Blackman what he won’t be getting tonight.”

Straightening her dress and running a brush through her wind tousled hair, she took stock of her appearance. Only a few minor adjustments left her satisfied that she still looked damn good. Carol was pleased to find that her new stockings bore only one tiny snag after nearly three miles of walking in pack boots. Carol was now fully prepared to go tease her husband mercilessly before leaving him with a set of aching testicles he would not soon forget. She twisted the knob and pulled the bathroom door open her righteous anger about to be satisfied.

She took a single step into the bedroom and gasped when the sight before her stopped her cold. Stunned, she saw her beautiful canopy bed completely encased in glorious deep red satin, for a moment she remained frozen in place. The bed fairly glowed in the waning daylight shining through the window. Slowly stepping forward, she took in the details; amazed she could see the dark wood picking up red hues from the comforter. This was something she had only dreamed about but never wanted to part with the money on something so completely decadent.

Complete with pillow shams, bed skirt and a comforter she could only guess how much Jack had spent on the gorgeous set. Carol leaned toward the bed reaching a hand out to caress the cool slick material. She spotted propped against the pillows a single red rose, a small card tied to its stem with a ribbon. Opening the card, she nearly burst into tears when she read the simple note scrawled on the paper in Jack’s neat writing. “Will you be Mine ” was all that it said. Carol her anger rapidly deflating sat on the bed and exhaled her breath catching in her throat.

Bringing the flower to her nose taking in it’s perfume she shook her head at her silliness believing that her wonderful, lovable, gorgeous Jack would forget her favorite holiday. She felt a quick stab of remorse for what she had planned for him just a few moments ago. Feeling like quite the fool, a second pang of guilt swept over her making her quietly groan. Carol realized only now there was no way Jack could have known her car would not start this morning or how miserable her workday had gone. Carefully setting the rose on her nightstand she wanted to feel the slick fabric one last time before running down the stairs and jumping into her husbands arms.

Her gaze swept across the shimmering expanse when she felt a fresh wave of love for Jack. Standing next to the bed was a rather ornate wine chiller with decent vintage champagne protruding from the ice. She also spotted on Jack’s nightstand a small bowl of fresh strawberries and two magnificent champagne flutes. Amazed carol wondered how long Jack had been planning this surprise for her.

Grabbing the bottle by the neck Carol pulled it from the ice, she wanted to pour the champagne and greet Jack with a glass in each hand if she could only get the cork out. “Pop” Carol watched the cork skitter across the carpet and when her gaze followed it toward the doorway there was Jack standing motionless. Carol’s smile almost hurt, her face still chilled from her freezing walk home. He was holding what she surmised were eleven red roses, and was wearing a black tuxedo jacket a bowtie and nothing else. She wondered how long he had been standing quietly in the hallway giving her time to notice the surprises he had laid out for her. The champagne popping open signaling to him that he had waited exactly long enough.

He had a Cheshire cat grin on his rugged face. Carol immediately put the bottle back into the ice and rushed across the room throwing herself into Jack’s embrace. Though he expected her to react, her speed caught him a totally off guard and he forgot to move the bouquet and Carol’s body crushed the thorny stems into his bare skin. She peppered his handsome face with kisses and telling him several times what a thoughtful, wonderful, sexy man he was. It took her several seconds to realize Jack was pressing on her tummy trying to push her away.

Carol finally stepped back concern flashing across her face as she asked, “What’s wrong hon?”

Jack never said a word, the grimace on his face told the story as he carefully pulled the roses away from his abdomen. Carol glanced down and spotted several tiny specs of blood appear between his navel and pubic hair where the thorns had skewered him.

“Oh my god! Are you alright?” she cried dropping to her knees inspecting the damage the thorns inflicted on his stomach, kissing each wound one by one.

Tossing the offending flowers aside, Jack smiled down at his wife kneeling before him and answered, “they didn’t damage anything…important.”

Carol abruptly stopped kissing his wounds and smiled lovingly into her husband’s eyes. His suggestive tone informed her that his injuries would soon be forgotten. Sliding her hand down his flat belly, she captured his semi-swollen seven-inch tool. Carol curling her tongue slowly slid it up the underside of Jack’s pole from base to tip feeling it pulsate, as it grew firmer under her tender ministrations. His sharp intake of breath from him told Carol he was as eager as she was.

Carol smiled wickedly, for she had been practicing a surprise for Jack and would soon spring it on him. With one hand still on his stiffening tool she reached up and gripped his hanging jewels she applied gentle pulling pressure, something she knew drove her man wild. Flattening her tongue against the underside of his cock directly under the glans, she gave it several quick strokes, a move that always brought him to full rigidity almost instantly.

Carol opened her mouth and slowly engulfed Jack never making contact until he was fully inside. She slowly drew her full lips back up his meat her lips gliding along the bulging veins and smooth skin until they bumped over the crown. She repeated this technique for several minuets until Jack’s appreciative moan told her he was ready. Carol carefully took her hands from Jack’s shaft and balls and slid them up the back of his thighs until she had both hands placed on his firm ass. With his cock still in her mouth, she slowly pulled his hips forward until her nose was against his pubic hair and Jack’s heavy sac gently bumped her chin. She released the pressure on his hips and he withdrew a few inches until Carol pulled him forward again burying him deep down her throat once more.

Carol was elated; her practice with the life-like dildo was working. The fullness in her throat sent shivers through her to the other regions of her eager body she soon hoped to have filled. She continued pulling Jack’s hips forward and back now using her throat muscles to massage the swollen head. She had to remind herself to keep her throat relaxed and control her breathing. Carol found she was really starting to enjoy her new skill and increased her pace when she felt comfortable.

It surprised her when she felt the gentle pressure on the back of her head. Carol sensed Jack was about to cum and decided against pulling back and instead relaxed allowing him to fully enjoy her new talent. His groan only barely reached ears ahead of the flood of semen pulsing against the back of her throat, his entire length throbbing in her mouth. Carol felt the pressure against her head ease and slowly slid her lips down her husbands spent member; Jack flinched as her lips glided across the hypersensitive tip.

She noticed tiny strand of glistening cum that spanned the distance between Jack’s unit and her lips. Wanting to savor every drop she quickly flicked her tongue across the head of his still throbbing penis, the unexpected contact made him jump a second time as he was still recovering from the gut wrenching orgasm. A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. Carol stood, and smiling embraced Jack planting a very hot wet kiss on her man

After a few moments, Jack smiled looking into his wife’s dancing eyes and asked, “Where and when did you learn to do that?”

Carol beamed answering, “I read about it in the how-to section on Literotica, and practiced here at home.”

Jack’s eyebrows shot up and asked’ “Practiced? …Practiced on whom?”

“Why Ready-Freddie that’s…whom,” Carol quipped, her eyes never leaving his.

Jack, recognizing the name she had given her favorite rubber friend started chuckling again finally said, “You must remind me to thank Freddie the next time I see him that was fantastic.”

Jack had recovered enough now that he finally noticed Carol’s attire and holding her away so he could better take in her smoldering beauty said, “My, my don’t you look good enough to eat.”

Carol smiling radiantly suggested some champagne first and led Jack to the bed. She carefully filled both glasses about halfway. She gave Jack his glass, and then selected a large strawberry while retrieved her own. Kneeling over his legs Carol offered him the un-touched tip of the succulent berry. He nipped it off neatly and followed it with a sip of the icy cold champagne. Carol popped the rest of the fruit into her own mouth chewing delicately also sampled the bubbling liquid. They both found the combination delicious and released a satisfied “Mmmm…” in unison.

Carol stepped off the bed and slowly walked to where she dropped her bag when she first entered the bedroom. She took her shoes from the bag slipping them on her feet as she finished her wine. She turned and took a few seductive steps toward the bed. She stopped placing her hands on her hips smiling wickedly at her husband who just finished his drink.

“So Mr. Blackman are my shoes saying anything to you?” her voice husky with desire.

A huge smile cracked across Jack’s face and a hungry look twinkled in his eye. Reaching behind her back she pulled the down on the zipper each tooth clicking as the form hugging garment released its hold on her wanton body. Carol straightened and the shimmering dress slid to the ground looking as if she was shedding her skin.

Jack’s jaw dropped when he looked up at his gorgeous wife. He never tired of looking at Carol’s lithe form and especially loved it when she wore her sexiest lingerie. The deep reds of her undergarments offered a delightful contrast to her flawless porcelain skin. Noticing her lack of panties thought to himself, “you naughty girl.” He couldn’t tear his eyes from her and finally stammered, “I don’t know about the shoes, but the rest of that outfit is screaming Fuck Me Now!”

Carol grinned hugely as she closed the distance to the bed. Jack had swung his legs over the side awaiting her, and when she stepped near, enough he put his arms around her waist drawing her closer. Using both her hands Carol tipped his face up and kissed him passionately their tongues fencing as they held the steamy embrace. Releasing Jack’s face, she wrapped her arms around his head reveling in the sensations, feeling totally safe and secure enveloped in her husband’s strong arms.

Carol smiled when she felt him nuzzling between her breasts. However, when she heard the snap and felt her bra straps go slack she realized Jack had ambitions beyond a tender moment. She let her arms slide from around his head allowing the bra to fall away from her outstretched arms. His arms still wrapped around her waist Jack wasted no time and began kissing up the sides of Carol’s full breasts something he knew she dearly loved. He slid the tip of his tongue around her oval pink areola watching them crinkle as the nipples stiffened. Unable to make himself wait any longer and began suck and nibble on each of Carol’s distended teats. Still standing with her legs open enough to accommodate Jack’s knees at the side of the bed Carol’s head lolled back and she began purring as he continued assaulting her breasts.

For several minutes, Carol relaxed and enjoyed her husband’s skillful lips and tongue. As her need became more urgent, she stepped back and divested Jack of the tuxedo jacket. She decided that the bowtie could stay it was after all, adorable. She forcefully pushed him back onto the bed and began a slow feline crawl up his outstretched body until her knees rested on either side of Jack’s head. She used the headboard of the bed for balance and slowly lowered herself toward his eager mouth. She held herself just above his lips allowing him some freedom of movement he did not squander the opportunity she presented.

At the crease where the skin of her thigh met her neatly trimmed mound, on either side Jack traced a line with the tip of his tongue. Each time he repeated this his tongue moved closer to Carol’s molten center until finally, he gently grazed her protruding lips sending shivers up his wife’s spine. He could see the moisture accumulating as her excitement grew. He then reached as far back as his tongue would extend flattening it he made one long forward sweep from Carol’s puckered anus across her steaming lips and ended at her swollen bud. Carol squeaked with surprise and when he began flicking her engorged clit, she had some difficulty holding herself above his face and slowly settled back impaling herself on Jack’s willing tongue.

His probing soon located her G-spot. Carol’s hips began bucking and gyrating as she ground her sex onto his face, the tip of his nose conveniently rubbing her ragging clit. Jack heard his wife’s moans becoming more hoarse and wanton he opened his mouth wide knowing an orgasmic flood was about to be unleashed. He did have not long too wait. When she came, try as he might he could not contain all of the sweat nectar that cascaded around his tongue over his lips and down his chin.

After giving his best effort to recapture the honey that escaped his initial attempts, Jack was completely content to continue until every drop was accounted for. Finally satisfied with his efforts Jack slid from beneath Carol, the satin sheets making the movements easier he eased up behind her where she was still leaning on the headboard of the bed. Looking back at her husband through half lidded eyes Carol knew she wouldn’t have much longer to savor the afterglow as Jack’s hands slid up her torso and began massaging her heaving breasts. Using the headboard for leverage, she extended her arms pushing him backward far enough so that she could lower her head to the silky pillow; the slick fabric felt gloriously cool against her flushed cheek. Jack needed no further prompting, slipped the tip of his rigid prick against her well-lubricated folds. As heated as he was Jack exhibited remarkable restraint starting with long slow strokes. Carol appreciated it immensely and when her body gradually began responding, she started meeting his steady thrusts. She reached between her legs and alternately rubbed her clit and gave Jack’s swinging balls gentle squeezes. As her lust became more heated, she abandoned that in favor of her demanding nub. She pressed back against Jack urging him to greater effort and when she felt the familiar pressure building in legs and groin she mashed her clit at a feverish pace. She could feel Jacks heavy balls banging against her fingers as he pounded into her with increasing intensity. Her throaty moans turned to delighted squeals as her body convulsed and in another mind-bending orgasm.

When Carol returned to earth, she felt a fresh flush of appreciation for her husband who had considerately slowed his activities giving her heartbeats to enjoy and recover. He did not stop, but had slowed considerably allowing her to relish the moment. She determined now was the right time to spring on him something else she and “Ready-Freddie’s brother” had been practicing.

She groped for the drawer handle on the nightstand and finding it pulled the drawer open a few inches. She lifted a small tube of lubricant from the drawer and reached back flipping the cap open with her thumbnail. Jack stopped, wondering what his wife had in mind. He watched the tube stop, hovering between his wife’s nicely rounded cheeks until a generous dollop emerged from the tube and making contact with her heated skin started to melt and slid downward.

He could not believe his ears when Carol’s husky voice urged him, “C’mon baby do me.”

She knew it was something he had always fantasized about but Carol was always afraid it would hurt. Tonight she felt as ready as she would ever be and reached back grasping Jacks slick tool positioning it at her entrance. Slowly she eased back against his willing rod and together they pushed slowly attempting to pierce her tightly clenched orifice. She had to stop him for just a moment after the head fully penetrated the restrictive opening allowing the time she needed to relax a little. She removed her hand from Jack’s belly letting him know she was ready to proceed. He slowly in pushed burring his cock to the hilt. He remained motionless for a few seconds to allow his wife to become accustomed to it before withdrawing half way and thrusting back in to her depths.

Carol was surprised and thrilled; it did not hurt at all. In fact, she was finding that she was really starting to enjoy the new and wonderful fullness she felt. She could also feel her nipples stiffening and with each of Jack’s urgent thrusts, her nipples would slide across the satin bedding making them tingle deliciously. She soon felt fresh dew gathering on her labia, and before long her clit began throbbing. She reached back moaning and grasped Jack’s swinging balls gently squeezing and releasing them. As she fondled Jack, her forearm rubbed across her now fully exposed clit. Carol felt her own moisture dripping on her outstretched arm as Jack’s rhythm increased. His guttural moans told her he was very close but she was preoccupied with the remarkable sensations she had denied herself until this moment. As His pounding thrusts began increasing in force but losing their rhythm Carol felt her husband spurting his juice, deep inside her and that drove her over the edge as well. They collapsed panting and whimpering as the waves of ecstasy washed over both of them.

Carol spun around to face Jack, a maneuver the slippery sheets made almost effortless. She stared into his dark eyes, his breathing still labored but the leer he was directing at his saucy wife told her he was not finished with her…

Hunger finally drove them from their bedroom at 2:45am. Jack was not through surprising his wife and had her sit in the dinning room while he got to work in the kitchen. Carol started telling Jack about her awful day and finally confessed to him how upset she had been and laughing told him some how she decided it was all his fault. As he entered the dinning room placing a delicious looking eggs Benedict on the table for each of them he tenderly kissed her. Carol Smiling and staring into her husband’s loving eyes said, ” Mr. Blackman you amaze me.”

Sitting across from her he said, “Well you won’t be walking to work tomorrow.” Taking a bite of his eggs his eyes never leaving hers he continued, “When I found the car home and no you, It took me a bit but I sort of figured out what happened and after I got your car running, I took it to the shop and had an engine block heater installed.”

“Your car, by the way; now has a full tank,” he said teasing her just a little. Seeing the chagrin wash over his wife’s expression added, “you will however, have to remember to plug in the heater before it will do much good.”

Taking her hand and lightly kissing it, he raised one of his eyebrows in a way that always perplexed her and whispered, “Happy Valentines Day.”

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