A couple of decades ago, I wrote a series of stories as a kind of therapy while my too-young marriage was falling apart. I've adapted them for Literotica, but they are little-changed. The writing style is a bit immature, the situations a little unbelievable, so be patient. Of course, they are fiction and of course the names have been changed.
This is the second story in the set.
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2.The Return Match
I had barely survived the first encounter with my brother in law's fiancée, having collapsed alone in my own bed the following night, a Wednesday, but on the Thursday afternoon I received another e-mail from her.
"Are you still home alone this evening?" it asked simply.
A couple of minutes after I replied that, yes, I was home alone again, another e-mail came from her.
"Come to my house this evening at 6pm, park outside the front of the house, toot your horn twice, wait exactly 3 minutes before coming into the house, lock the front door behind you and come upstairs. Leave your shoes and socks at the front door."
The instructions were very precise, and at the same time very enticing. I couldn't resist but to obey, just to see what she had planned.
My heart was in my mouth as I drove to her house. Parking out the front at exactly 6 o'clock, I sounded the car horn twice, waited three minutes and proceeded into the house, exactly as instructed. Locking the door behind me and leaving my footwear there, I ascended the stairs. She wasn't sitting on the couch where we first made love, as I thought she would be.
I moved quietly into her bedroom. Lying on the bed, she was covered in a sort of thin, white gauze sheet, naked. It was as if she were in soft focus. Her nipples were erect and dark, pressing up against the gauze, and there was a slight moist area on the gauze, between her thighs. She was already very aroused.
Silently, I took a hold of the gauze and pulled it off of her, like someone unveiling a work of art. I sat on the bed beside her and bent down and kissed her. She kissed back and, with mouths wide open and pressed hard against each other, we pashed wildly. Her arms were wrapped around me, whilst I supported myself on one arm and slowly slid the other hand down to her moist vagina, where two of my fingers entered between the warm folds. She moaned softly as I gently pushed my fingers into her vagina and still we pashed wildly.
After a short time she pulled away.
"Stop!" she exclaimed, "I want to suck your cock."
Her direct, almost gutter-mouth approach had caught me by surprise during our previous rendezvous, but I was now used to it and knew it meant something good. She sat at the side of the bed and motioned for me to stand in front of her. As I stood in front of her, sitting on the side of her bed with her legs either side of my knees, she undid my jeans and pulled then down to my ankles, so that I could step out of them. Then she pushed me slightly backwards, so she could slip off the bed and kneel in front of me.
She pulled down my boxers, the ones my wife, Anastasia, had given me on Valentine's Day, and grabbed hold of my erect cock, pumping it with the hand that she had wrapped around it. She ran her tongue along the length of it in wild swirls, spinning her tongue around the head as she arrived there.
Then slowly, steadily, she slid my cock into her mouth, swinging her tongue side to side across its underside as it went in. Deeper and deeper it went. The feel of my cock hitting the back of her throat as she engulfed the entire length was mind-blowing. She swallowed so much of my cock that her nose was embedded in my pubic hair; her bottom lip touched the top of my scrotum.
Then the rhythm started. My cock slid out of her mouth and she slurped loudly as the head emerged from her mouth like a lollipop. Then, with a lift and tilt of her head, the entire shaft was engulfed again. I thought the oral sex she had performed the previous time was mind-altering, but now I realised she was holding back.
I had to steady myself as my knees occasionally went weak. Every now and then, the cycle would be broken and she would lick, in a big, slathering motion, from deep underneath my scrotum, up under my balls, and along the underside of my shaft, before once more swallowing my raging penis.
I could only withstand this kind of treatment for so long and soon was almost ready to ejaculate. She knew this; the signs were none too subtle, and it was what she wanted. Just as I was about to shoot my load, she pulled my cock from her mouth, leaned back slightly and, maintaining a firm grip on my penis, began pumping it hard with both hands.
Pretty soon I was unloading, spurting forth one huge stream and then smaller aftershocks of semen. These she artfully arranged on her tits, rocking back and forth as the spurts kept coming, until her tits were liberally painted with my cum.
Then, when it had stopped, she pulled my penis to her breasts and used it to spread the semen out across them. When she had done this, she then made sure her nipples received particular attention, rubbing my semen into them like moisturising cream!
When she was happy with her job, she used her tongue to make sure there was no remaining essence left on my penis to be wasted. "I am going to wear your cum on my tits all night!" she announced proudly, lying back on the bed contented with her deed.
I pulled off my shirt and threw it, and my other clothes, into the corner of the room. Kneeling on the side of the bed, I took hold of her ankle, lifted her leg and kissed the ball of her foot. "Mmmmm" she moaned softly. I then kissed her inside ankle, softly swirling my tongue around the ankle and surrounding foot area. I kissed and licked her calf, taking small bites of it as I worked my way up her leg.
It was then that I noticed what I thought was something that she was lying on. I could see a small wooden ring, attached to a string. I went to pull it away and met with some resistance and a muffled groan from my partner-in-crime.
It was then I realised that the piece of string emerged from her anus.
"What's this?" I asked, giving it a little tug that elicited another small moan.
"They're anal beads" she said, "There's six beads on a string and, when I'm about to reach an orgasm, you have to pull them out steadily. The action on my anus prolongs and intensifies my orgasm. You're going to grab that ring and pull them slowly out of there when I tell you to!"
The explanation was more than I needed. I knew what anal beads were.
"Fair enough" I said, and continued up her leg, licking and sucking on the flesh behind her knee. Then slowly, I moved to her inner thigh, gently running my tongue along the flesh, inching closer to her vagina. I could already feel the heat from her vagina on my cheek as I moved closer.
