We both grew up on drugs, sex and rock and roll, not necessarily in that order. Although I was 19 and she was 18 when we met, we both had a lot of miles on. This was due in part to our hanging out with an older crowd. We had a lot in common politically, socially and sexually. Partying with the best drugs and sex were our two favorite diversions.
My name is Steve...Her's Lauren, and this is our story.
She had a nice figure, small tits with nipples that made my mouth water, and the nicest ass I had seen in a long time. Her hair was long, so long it covered her ass when let down. The first time we got it on I was pleasantly surprised to find her pussy shaved bare as a whistle. I have fucked my share of women, but her pussy was by far the most educated I'd ever had the pleasure of. It is to this day, even after three kids.
Even though we became best of friends and lovers, we both went our separate ways. When we made contact four years later, we were both married with children. From the first minute we saw each other, that old spark started to grow.
Even though we stayed faithful to our spouses, there was an undeniable electricity between us. Neither of us spoke of it at first, but I know for my part, she made my cock swell and my balls ache, until I was leaking pre-cum in my pants. Her touch always lingered a little too long for a platonic relationship.
As time went on we were both fantasizing of each other when in bed with our spouses. Still we did nothing overt to fulfill our destiny. Not until I made plans to move away did the scales tip.
We went for a walk one autumn afternoon, to get away so that we could talk in private. As we walked, she told me that she loved me and couldn't stand for me to disappear from her life again. The next thing I knew we were in each others arms, frantically kissing. She pulled me into some bushes, dropped to her knees and unzipped my jeans. My cock was at attention, throbbing wildly as she set it free. Her big brown eyes looked up at me as she licked her lips and cooed. She flicked her tongue at my cockhead, making it jump still harder. I let out a whimper and she responded by sliding her mouth down inch by inch, until her chin was resting on my balls. She stayed there, working her throat on my cock until my knees buckled.
My knees hit the ground, but she followed me down, sucking the whole time. Slowly she pulled back until my swollen head was at her lips, then back down to my balls she went. Each time she repeated this her mouth went a little faster. I held her head in my hands, running my fingers through that sensuous hair and playing with her ear lobes, moaning at the expert mouth fucking I was getting.
My cock swelled still more, my balls heavy with the need for release tightened and then I was filling her mouth. She whimpered and sucked greedily to keep from losing a drop. Not until the last spasms wracked my body did she let loose of my deflating manhood. I knew I had to have her for my own.
That was the start of an affair that ran until neither of us could live the lie with our spouses anymore. After a rather nasty set of divorces we got married. That's when the real fun began.
Not having to check into strange hotels to fuck and run, we were like kids all over again. Our lovemaking was better by the day. Getting to know the places to touch, to lick and suck each other for maximum pleasure.
I learned that my sweet baby was not the innocent I had thought. Nor was I for that matter. She was slow to come out for me, afraid of shocking me with her "kinky" desires. I had a few of those myself. We were on a learning curve here, a very pleasant one.
At first she would only wear teddies, garters and nylons that set off her lithe form to the max. A stunning sight. Then rather shyly she brought out her vibrating dildo. We both enjoyed what it did to her as I slipped it in and out of that sweet cunt while I would suck her nipples and lick her clit. I learned long ago, if you want good head, you've got to give good head.
One night after smoking some ass kicking weed and polishing off a few bottles of champagne, we retired to the bedroom for some fun. I laid out on the bed, my cock starting to swell in anticipation of things to come. She went to her drawers and brought out several pieces of leather, a soft nylon rope and a collection of hot fuck books.
