*** A note to my readers: I make mention of Kinbaku in this chapter. (I am sure many of are, at least in some way, familiar with this form of bondage.) Since I write for you, my readers, if only ONE of you would like for me to write a chapter on this, please let me know and I will do so. However, it will come in a later chapter and not immediately.
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Everything was progressing very quickly between Sheila and me. They were, in fact, moving almost too quickly. Our sex life was fantastic. Sheila was a dream lover and she had done everything I had asked of her so far, yet I was still very apprehensive about how things would be once Sylvia returned and if we could get her to agree to our proposal of she and Sylvia sharing me as their lover.
I really did not want to hurt Sylvia in any way, especially emotionally. She had already been through the trauma with the of discovery of the dark side of her father just as Sheila had in discovering the dark side of her husband. At least, in this case, the other person was her mother and the relationship was very real and based not based solely upon sex but also upon mutual feelings of romance and love.
Every time I was with Sheila it seemed as if we were beginning a brand new relationship. Each time we made love it seemed as if it was the first time and even when we had pure raw sex it was almost as if it was our first time together.
Sheila seemed to be blossoming like a flower in Spring. Her mood was always very upbeat and her smile rarely ever left her lovely face. We spent almost every waking hour as well as most of our sleeping hours together. We were constant companions as well as lovers. It was so strange and had it not been for my feelings for Sylvia I am sure I would probably have married Sheila. However, deep in my heart I knew that Sylvia would be my wife while Sheila would remain as my lover and my mistress.
On the rare occasions when Sheila and I went out in public she would dress in very sexy clothes but she always maintained the air of a very classy lady. Of course, when we were alone at home, if she wore any clothes at all, she dressed and acted like my perfect little slutty fuck toy and she could always bring me to a nearly instantaneous state of arousal. I was crazy about my beautiful little whore doll.
Sometimes Sheila and I would plan to spend just a quiet evening at home, but it rarely worked out that way. Our desire and lust for each other almost always overcame whatever plans we tried to make. Either she would show a little too much bare skin or I would become as erect as an iron rod and our plans would instantly dissolve and we would become like two rutting animals who couldn't get enough of each other.
I have to admit that I really loved it when I would come over to see Sheila and she would be wearing nothing but a pair of fuck me pumps, silk stockings, a garter belt and thongs panties. Her lovely breasts were still very firm and quite perky in spite of her having gone through childbirth and that she was 37 years old.
Just seeing her always aroused my lust and passion to the point that I always had great difficulty in keeping my hands off of her amazingly voluptuous body. Today was no different from most other days. She was completely naked except for a pair of crimson red thong panties. Her beautiful breasts bounced freely with every step she took. I leaned down to lick her nipples before taking her into my arms to give her a deep wet kiss which was filled with desire and passion.
I gripped the luscious cheeks of her ass and ground my erection into her crotch. This could always get her aroused and ready. Of course, it seemed that almost everything I did arouse her passion to a fever pitch. As I held her close, I reached down and massage the swollen lips of her eager and soaking wet pussy and clitoris before I slipped two fingers inside her. Her juices instantly began to flow from her and run down my fingers. The scent of her arousal in my nostrils made my erection expand to even greater dimensions. The woman was mine and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone before. My need and desire for her was beyond anything I had ever known before.
I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. Sheila always loved it when I carried her to bed to fuck her. She loved it when I was rough with her but she loved it bests when I took her slowly and tenderly. She loved everything we did in bed whether it was taking her orally, anally, vaginally, or whether I made her suck and fuck me as my beautiful little whore.
Tonight, I had decided I would make love to her slowly and tenderly but make her feel and crave my unbridled passion. I laid Sheila on the bed and moved over her. I began to squeeze and caress her breasts and pinch her erect sensitive nipples.
I raised her legs up on my shoulders and kissed her feet and ankles before sucking her lovely pedicured toes into my mouth. I knew from previous experiences with her that this really excited and aroused her. I raised her legs higher into the air and straightened them out so I could kiss along the backs of her calves. Very slowly and tenderly, I nuzzled, licked and kisses the backs of her knees. She gasped as I did this and I knew I had found one of her many erogenous zones. I continued to kiss up the backs and insides of her thighs and she was moaning softly as I spread her legs making her open her pussy and yield herself to me.
The aroma of her arousal was filling the room as her passion mounted at the touch of my lips and tongue on her most sensitive and tender regions. I spread the lips of her saturated pussy labia and licked and sucked her flaming hot clit which was aching for even more kisses and licks. I sucked it between my lips and rapidly flicked my tongue across the tender tip. As I continued to maul her clit with my lips and tongue, I worked two finger in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Her body was alive with passion and she was moaning with pleasure and desire.
