Her laughter rang through my mind. It was amazing to be with her and this was so much like her that I had to laugh too. My brain was trying hard to regain control, but it was failing miserably – except of her voice.
"How in the world..." she stopped her comment to lick her finger again "...could you miss my mouth that bad?" her finger traveled teasingly down her chin, down her neck, onto her black – now stained – sheer blouse.
I simply laughed as the elevator with my brain was almost back up to the top floor. She looked so delicious, and her smile was truly intoxicating.
"I told you: In my mouth!" she tried to look up from her knees with that stern matronly look; but she could not pull it off, it came out sexy, sensual and happily inviting; "and what do you do, give me half it if, and then spray the rest on my hair and the final drops on my top."
I leaned down and kissed her lips.
"Stop that, "she complained "I have to clean myself up before I head out to the other room where your wife and my husband are."
"You look very beautiful on your knees." I said as I picked up a dab of my own come from the tip of my now softening erection and placed it softly on her lower lip and twisted so that all the cum was cleaned by her pouting lips.
"Sure," she licked her lips slowly, "now you know where to put it."
"Well, actually it belongs in a much warmer place inside of you, but you said you were in a hurry and wanted to return to the dinner. I sacrificed myself for your need and now you're complaining..." laughter finished the sentence as I now could fully react to the situation.
I offered her a hand and she took it, I lifted and she stiffened her arm to allow me to pick her up from her knees. I took her in my arms, she thought of a complaint, but this time it was only to part her lips, tilt her head up, and allow my mouth to take hers fully. The mixture of her flavor and mine showing me that I had marked the spot and that her husband was going to have to reclaim her. I had done my job.
"Your blouse looks good, it only shows enough detail for the discerning eye."
"I'm counting on that"
We stepped out the door of the anteroom, and into the full dining room of the mansion.
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"Patty, here we are." My wife called out to Hypatia Lundis, the Greek goddess she had met in photography class only a month ago. The two women hit it off immediately, and brought the two families together within a week of meeting. The two of them found a perfectly willing model in the other, and together they searched for the perfect photograph for their class.
Patty was a tall woman with an amazing figure she had well carried into her fifties. He eyes had lost just a bit of the dark luster with age I was told, but when I looked at them the small lines she was so embarrassed about pointed directly at the center of a dark limpid pool of unyielding desire. To look into her eyes, and understand the passion behind them was to find yourself consumed with the equal and opposite desire.
Hypatia waved at Kymberlee as she took my arm and allowed herself to be guided and displayed at my arm.
Once we arrived at the table and I sat Hypatia at her chair, I took my place next to my wife, and placed a long kiss upon her lips. Letting my lips linger over hers as she took a deep breath and recognized the perfume that was on my skin. She smiled and look at Hypatia.
"So, Patty..."she stopped, looked her over and her husband Art, short for Aratus another old Greek name, "I see he missed again..." she smiled broadly.
"Kym..." she said pointing at me "the man has horrible control or aim, or both. There I was, on my knees – yes, me on my knees – and he finds it for a moment, but in the end he lets it fly." A complete look of disapproval crossed her face, and her moonless-night black eyes focused on my blue eyes and held them, "and what I get? I get cum all over my hair, and worse of all down my chin, my neck and onto my blouse."
She looked at Kymberlee, their eyes locked for a moment and you could almost feel the sensuality between them as one told and the other explored her fantasy and real memories to find one that matched. Kym looked at her and then a small upturn of the corner of her mouth let me and Aratus know she had the full image of the cum erupting from the tip of my cock, and falling upon her face, her hair, her neck and finally on her clothing. Kym licked her lips slowly.
"He has always had that final moment's lack of control. He's told me many times it is either ramming it down my throat, or forcing it to escape and protect the me from a bruising blow to the back of my throat." She looked approvingly at me, "and I keep telling him that we're not as fragile as he thinks we are. Don't you agree Art?" she concluded by asking Art to join the conversation, and stop focusing on how deliberately seductively his wife kept looking at him.
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The lights dimmed around us a while later, the conversation remained sexually charged and both women did their best to show off their bodies. They enjoyed the looks of approvals they got from men and women as they walked by our table. The night was truly charged and we were ready to celebrate the New Year properly.
Kymberlee look at Aratus and asked Hypatia "Patty, may I take your husband for a spin on the dance floor – I just love this song and want to dance freely with someone I know."
Hypatia looked at both carefully and with that erotic sense of mischief she so was so fond of exuding "Certainly, but you must tell me all about it when you are done." She smiled in my direction.
Art stood up, and tugged automatically at the black jacket he wore, making sure he looked his best he approached my wife. A small bow of respect to me and he turned to take my wife's hand. Her small delicate fingers reach out to his and the darkness of his Mediterranean skin contrasted magnificently with her pale white British skin. Her blue eyes darted to me, and a soft but honest and meaningful bow to me both asked permission and accepted the approval she saw in my eyes.
