Hers Pt 04

Again, it will make much more sense if you have read the first three episodes before you read this episode. They are under BDSM rather than Romance and are necessary to understand Tony's history.

I awakened to the delightful sight of Caroline's bed tossed locks fanned out on the pillow next to me. Just beginning the day lying in the bed was brilliant, but having the company of a beautiful woman sleeping peacefully next to me who wasn't demanding sexual service was perfection. Last night had been wonderful. I had great expectations that the day ahead was rife with delightful possibilities.

I slipped quietly out of the bed, trying not to wake Caroline. I wanted to surprise her with a nice breakfast. All necessary provisions were available to make a lovely spread. I had no idea what her preferences were, so I decided on a small buffet to set out on the marble island that was the centrepiece of the kitchen.

Scrambled eggs rested in a chafing dish, orange juice was squeezed and waiting in a carafe. Bacon was almost done in a skillet, and I had pancakes beginning to show bubbles on the skillet when I felt hands circle my waist and slide up to caress my chest.

"All that, and he cooks."

"Good morning sleepy head."

"Good morning, yourself."

"Hungry?"

"Starved."

"Me too."

"Pancakes, huh?"

"Eggs in the chafing dish, bacon on the come with the cakes. silverware and dishes to the side."

Her hands slid down, and she grabbed my cock with one hand and cupped my balls with the other.

"Thought you were hungry."

"Don't distract the chef?"

"Something like that."

"Have it your way."

She released me and headed for the food.

I flipped the pancakes and removed the bacon to drain on a paper towel. I saw her loading a plate with eggs and pouring a glass of juice.

I brought a platter of pancakes over, set them on the counter and took the stool next to her.

"Great eggs, nice and fluffy. Last night was just what the doctor ordered."

"For me too, you have no idea."

"Are you married?"

"I guess the answer's yes, but not for much longer."

"Oh?"

"I'm filing for divorce."

"Mine is pending."

"So, we're in the same boat."

"I guess so."

She took a pancake, added butter and syrup, and dug in with her fork. She ate it with gusto. I enjoyed watching, taking a chef's pride in my work.

"What happened to your marriage?"

"We were too young, didn't really know each other, he turned out to be a dick. I caught him with my best friend. How about you?"

"It's complicated, but the short strokes are, she's in Federal custody and probably headed for prison."

"You're shitting me."

"'fraid not."

"What for?"

"Treason."

"Holy shit."

She stared at me, incredulous, clearly waiting for further explication.

"It seems she sold details of a government project we've been working on to a foreign agent."

"Holy shit."

"You can say that again."

"I just did."

We both broke up at that and shared a comradely laugh at Maureen's expense.

Returning to our food we shared a companionable silence as we considered the information we had just gained.

"What's up with us?"

"Us?"

She gave me a quizzical look that I returned.

"Was this a one-night stand or do we take it further?"

"I'd like to, I really like you."

"I like you too."

"There's an old song, kind of obscure, I guess. Ten Wheel Drive with Genya Ravan."

"I've heard of Ten Wheel Drive, but not Genya Ravan. She I guess?'

"Yes, she. Anyway, the song's called "Morning Much Better."

"Oh, I get the point, I think."

I smiled, remembering her hands on me as I cooked.

"I love the song and the subject matter."

She dropped her fork on the plate, took me by the hand and led me back upstairs to the bedroom. She had put on a t-shirt of mine from the laundry bin to come downstairs. It hung a few enticing inches below her butt and swung revealingly as she led me.

At the doorway to my bedroom, she turned to face me. The light material of the t-shirt accentuated her lovely, pert breasts as she raised her arms to throw them around my neck. She turned her face up to bring her lips to mine and we melted into a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues danced happily as our bodies came together. I reached down to cup her buttocks when she leaped up to throw her legs around my waist.

She let herself drift down against my body, bringing her bare pussy down to meet my hard cock. She was extremely wet, and I slid effortlessly into her hot hole. She let her weight carry her down, trapping her clit against my pelvis and she rocked us together as our passion grew feverishly.

I could feel her muscles milk me as she rocked. I thrust back, matching her rhythm. The impact when we came together made a slapping sound, along with a juicy, wet slurping. Her groans from the athletic effort and my grunts when I thrusted were an erotic soundtrack of classic proportions.

She came first, crying out in delight as her cum flowed down over my balls and thighs. The pulsations in her pussy as she released spurred me to blast a huge fountain of cum deep into her clasping cunt.

I staggered toward the bed, and we fell onto it, still locked together at the junction of our genitals, shuddering in the after quakes of the ecstasy we still shared, holding each other in a grateful embrace.

"I could get used to this."

"Mmm, me too."

We lay together like that, savoring the afterglow for twenty minutes or so before she kissed her way down my chest, across be stomach and began nuzzling my cock, teasing with her tongue and coaxing me back to life.

I reversed positions so I could return the favor and soon we were eagerly devouring each other. She sucked my cock like a popsicle while I consumed her cunt as if it were the most delicious thing ever to meet my mouth. Which in many ways it was. I had always found worshipping Maureen to be the best part of marital sex, but Caroline was an astonishing revelation.

Her nectar was sweet, even mixed with my recent, bitter contribution to the punch bowl. In all the years I had been married, Maureen had taken my cock in her mouth two times. The gorgeous blonde angel sucking my meat now seemed to love it and I was in heaven, happily reciprocating.

Again, she came first and barely slowed down to enjoy her own pleasure as she sucked me deeply and caressed my balls until I released what felt like a pitiful offering after being drained repeatedly.

"Nobody has ever eaten me after they came inside me like that. You are amazing, baby. I'm falling in love."

"I am too. You rock. Your mouth is amazing."

"Back atcha. I'm glad our marriages didn't work."

"I am too."

I guess I must have slipped off to sleep. I woke up to Caroline shaking my shoulder.

"Who's the sleepyhead now?"

"Sorry I guess I drifted off."

"You've been sleeping for nearly two hours."

"Wow, you're kidding?"

"Nope."

Just then I realized she was fiddling with something behind her back.

"I poked around a little while you were sleeping. This is a really nice house."

"Thanks."

"What was your wife like?"

I hesitated for a moment, so she went on.

"Besides being a traitor and all."

I still hesitated, searching for an answer that wouldn't blow my cover and start a conversation best kept in abeyance, at least until we were better acquainted.

"So, what was your sex like with her?"

"We... uh..."

She brought her right hand out from behind her back to reveal what she'd been playing with. She waved the clover clamps in a pendular fashion l like she was trying to hypnotize me.

"You guys were a little kinky, huh?"

"Well, I...uh."

"Don't be shy. It's okay, I could get into a little kink."

"Really?"

"Yeah, my ex and I experimented a little early in the marriage."

"Like what?"

"We tied each other up a couple of times. He spanked me once or twice. He gave me a crop for a birthday present, I used it on him a few times."

"Did you like it?"

"When I caught him with my girlfriend, I certainly would have liked to use it on him."

"Who was in charge in your scene, or did you take turns too?"

I hesitated, not wanting to show the weakness that a true representation of my marriage would project. I saw an opportunity to reinvent myself.

"She was your Domme, wasn't she?"

"Why do you assume that?"

"If you'd been her Dom or you switched you wouldn't have hesitated like that. Would you like me to Domme you?"

"No."

"Would you like to Dom me?"

"Can't we just be lovers? At least for now."

"No kink? You have lots of wicked equipment, you sure it wouldn't bore you?"

"I don't know, I just don't want to be in another relationship like my marriage."

"Okay."

She tossed the clovers onto the bed and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me tenderly.

"Then lovers it is. If you ever want more, I'm game to try whatever turns you on."

"Right now, the answer to that is you."

The kiss became more passionate, and we searched each other's mouths with our tongues and each other's bodies with our hands.

Her breasts were exquisite, perfect handfuls with beautifully sculpted conical areolae surrounding lovely pencil eraser nipples that were hard and responsive to my touch. I dropped down to take one and then the other in my mouth, suckling them, then teasing them with my tongue and gently nibbling them with my teeth.

Her hand found my cock and stroked me seductively, teasing my glans with her thumb, slipping through the pre cum that I rewarded her with around the rubbery flesh.

I kissed my way on down her taut, well-toned tummy to teasingly avoid her curtains and skip kiss her inner thighs before finally blowing softly on her treasure. She moaned needily and raised her hips trying to bring her curtains to meet my lips.

I teased her, staying just out of reach, making her strain almost gymnastically in her effort to bring her sex to my mouth. When she tired of the effort and sagged back onto the mattress, I took mercy and dove tongue first into her syrupy snatch, spreading her folds and digging deep into her hot slash.

When i shifted focus to her swelling clit, she groaned appreciatively and pulled my head close to tighten my contact with her and she rocked slightly to optimize the angle.

"Oh my God you are so damn good at this."

There was no need to respond, so I simply kept working my tongue on her fuck button and increased the force of suction I was applying. I was so happy to be lavishing my best effort simply out of passion for her and not out of the duty I felt to serve Maureen. The difference may have been subtle, but it made the whole exercise pure pleasure for me.

When her ecstasy burst forth in a succulent surge of the honey of her loins, I scooped all I could manage with my tongue and savoured it before swallowing. She shuddered delightfully through the aftershocks of her orgasm then reached under my arms to draw me up where she could kiss me deeply sharing her residual flavor happily.

It was the happiest I had been in years, sharing genuine affection and true passion with the beautiful blonde angel I held in my arms. She fit perfectly in my embrace, our bodies melding like jigsaw pieces.