I felt my prick swelling inside her cunt as I started to come. She had already started her orgasm, straining up to me and pulling me into her hot, wet centre with her legs. I opened my eyes to see her staring at me. I love you, I said as I felt myself spurting deep inside her. As she heard these words and felt me coming she said, God knows I love you too. With these few words our relationship effectively ended.
It had started about a year earlier when I went out for dinner with some people I was working with and one of them, John, had brought along his wife. I lived in the south of England, but was working on a project in Glasgow. Unfortunately, I only got home to see my wife and children every second or third weekend so after a few months, as well as horny, I was feeling quite sorry for myself.
Normally, when I eventually got home from work, I would make myself something to eat and then either sit in front of the television, or surf the Internet while listening to some of the few CD's I had with me. This particular evening, some of the others who had their wives with them or who lived in the area, decided to go out for a meal and asked me and another guy who was also alone to go with them.
Although John was attached to the project, he spends a lot of time in the Head Office in London, probably spending about three days away every two weeks. He's good at his job, but seemed to spend even more time in the office than I do, which is daft when you've got a wife and young family to look after.
Anyway, on this particular night, about a dozen of us met in the bar of a local restaurant. I had met some of the other wives and girlfriends before, but not Suzy. She was about half a head taller than me in her heels, she was wearing a short red skirt and jacket with a white body stocking underneath. She had mid length black hair, a round face with full lips, a good body and great legs. We shook hands when John introduced us, and I was pleased to find that she had a good grip, not a lump of wet fish you find with some women.
We chatted about this and that, then separated as another girl came in that she knew. I'd found her quite distracting. When she spoke, she looked me straight in the eye, and her whole face seemed to light up when she smiled. It was her eyes of course, they had a knowing look with a mischievous gleam. I tried to get close to her as we were shown through to the dining room, but I couldn't without appearing obvious, or rude to the others.
Lady luck must have been watching over me that night, because I found myself sitting straight across from her; never had I been so pleased that modern restaurants had such small tables. We were at the end of the table, and the guy sitting next to Suzy, Graham, who'd been knocking back the g and t's in the bar beforehand, was more interested in showing off to the table in general than talking with those closest to him. Next to me was his girlfriend Karen, who spent half the time boosting his ego by agreeing with him, and the other half telling us all about her own superior life.
Suzy and I soon got bored by our neighbours and soon forgot everybody else while we carried on our own conversation. John, Suzy's husband, was at the other end of the table, chatting away quite happily. We got along like a house on fire. We spoke of our children, mine were about ten years older than hers, and where we'd lived before. I learned that both she and John were about thirty and liked the outdoor life, but she gave the impression of being neglected and having to bring up the kids by herself as he spent so much time at work and travelling.
All too soon we were onto the coffee. I felt so comfortable with this girl that I wanted to see her again, even if John was there too. I told her that I was a reasonable cook, which was true, and that I enjoyed having people round for a meal. She said that she'd have to check John's schedule to see if he would be in town or not; if he was, then they may come but if he wasn't, she'd definitely be there, she said with a laugh.
That night, lying in bed, I had an enormous erection. I got some hand cream and slowly wanked myself while thinking about Suzy with the laughing eyes and throaty laugh. I came as I imagined her lips wrapped around my prick, sucking me into her mouth and swallowing my come while looking straight into my eyes.
The next day, I made up a mental list of those I'd like to have for dinner the following Tuesday. I wanted a good mix, definitely not Graham and Karen, but a group that would enjoy a good meal, wine and conversation. So as not to make John suspect anything, I also invited John's red-headed secretary Moyra who, despite the plum in her throat and superior airs, looked very sexy and had made a few overtures in my direction.
I immediately asked the others so that, when I planned to ask John the following day, it would be as if he and Suzy were replacing someone else who had dropped out. Everyone said yes, including John, as I'd managed to chat Moyra into letting me know when he'd be free. Some asked what they should bring, I said only a decent bottle of wine, as I wanted to do everything else myself.
Tuesday arrived, and I was on tenter hooks and couldn't concentrate on any work at all. As Moyra lived at the other end of town, she asked if she could come straight home with me. I couldn't say anything but yes and, as I left on time for once, got a few lewd comments as I walked out with Moyra, who'd got an overnight bag with her. Though none of the people who were coming that night saw us.
I drove home with Moyra beside me. I was so worried in case things went wrong, or if Suzy thought that there was something between Moyra and me, that I can't even remember what Moyra was chattering on about. When we arrived, I really needed a drink, and asked Moyra if she'd make one for us both while I started things off in the kitchen as there were only a couple of hours before the others arrived.
I felt Moyra behind me and turned to find that she'd taken her shoes off and had brought me a very large scotch. I showed her where the fridge was and asked for a lot of ice. I know I needed a drink, but I also wanted to keep a fairly clear head, and a couple of Moyra's specials this early in the evening could ruin all my plans.
After I'd got everything warming up, I took my half finished drink through to the main room to find Moyra stretched out on her back on the settee, balancing her drink on her belly. Her short dress had ridden well up her thighs, and I caught a glimpse of white panties as I passed her to sit down in an armchair by her head. Can I have a shower when I've finished this, Moyra said? Of course, I replied and went to get a clean bath towel for her.
I put it in the bathroom and went back into the living room to find that Moyra had lifted one leg and was openly displaying her crutch. I could even see a few stray red hairs peeping out from the side of her panties. One hand was still holding her drink, while the other was flat on her lower belly, just above the hem of her skirt, I wondered if she'd been stroking any lower down while I'd been out of the room.
All the girls had been wondering what your place would be like, she said. So what will you tell them I replied. Oh, that it's like you, just as I expected. What do you mean, I asked? Very masculine, without obvious frills, but with a hidden sensitivity. But then I haven't seen everything yet, so I'll hold off the final verdict until later, she replied with a smile.
I noticed that while she was saying this, the fingers of her hand were gently pressing into her skirt, just above where I judged her pubic bone to be. Her head was turned to me and her eyes were wide and bright. She had a good suntan, but this didn't hide the slow reddening of her face. She was breathing slowly and deeply, and I could see the rise and fall of her full tits down the low neck of her dress.
My prick started to twitch, and I thought that I'd better get out of this situation before anything happened. Here I was, trying to set up an evening to impress Suzy, and Moyra's body language was getting to me. I said that I'd better see to some things and went into the kitchen.
When I'd finished peeling some potatoes, I turned to find Moyra leaning on the door frame watching me. You're very domesticated, I half expected you to be opening tins, or sending out for a take away, she said, any woman would be a fool not to grab you. That's what my wife said soon after we met, I responded. Moyra just laughed and said that she didn't want to destroy anything, and actually enjoyed watching things grow.
As she said this, her eyes dropped to my trousers as I felt my prick swelling again. I blushed, and suggested that she'd better go to have her shower before I put her over my knee and spank her. She immediately took up a little girl pose, with one finger in her mouth and said promises, promises. Then she turned and walked back into the living room. She bent down to pick up her bag and I saw that her panties were cut very brief at the back, scarcely covering the crack between the cheeks of her arse. Moyra knew this and turned her head to see me looking at her bum and said, enjoy the view as she headed for the bathroom.
I finished my drink and poured another before going to sit in the lounge, wondering how I could extricate myself from this predicament. Moyra gave all the impressions of being interested in me, and was quite probably planning to spend the night. What would Suzy think? How could I make her see that I was interested in her with Moyra around?
The bathroom door opened and Moyra came out with a towel wrapped around her. It's not very big, is it, she said. What, I stammered as I looked at her thighs and tits. If the towel had been an inch shorter, I'd have had a clear view of either her nipples, or pussy. Why the towel of course, she said. What else? I told her that it was just about the right size.
