Rocking rhythmically beneath him, I opened my eyes and looked up at his beautiful brown face. "Fuck me harder, Deshawn."
He picked up his thrusting. "Oh, baby, I love it when you talk dirty. Do you say that to your husband too?"
Deshawn lifted my legs until they were over his shoulders and plunged deeper into me. I giggled. "Sometimes, depends on my mood." A wave of deep satisfying pleasure overwhelmed my senses. I turned my head and moaned into a pillow. "Oh God! Yes, yes, yes."
He continued with his long deep strokes then picked up his pace "I'm about ready to cum, babe. How about you?"
"Ahh, I've been cuming for the last twenty minutes." I'd lost count of how many earth-shattering orgasms pulsed though my body as Deshawn rocked me to my very feminine core. Still deeply embedded, Deshawn lifted off me, looked into my eyes, and kissed me. I cupped my breasts to slow their bouncing. Each time Deshawn thrust into me they bumped against my chin. It wasn't annoying but I knew that messaging my breasts would tip my black lover's control and he would flood me with his deliciously warm cum. I loved the warmth that a nice hard penis felt inside of me. Especially, a nice, long, and thick one. But I had a plane to catch, and I needed to get going. I squeezed my pussy around Deshawn's heavenly cock, looked up into his brown eyes, and said, "Come for me, lover! Come hard. I want to feel your cum coat my pussy - your pussy today."
Deshawn moaned. As he leaned forward to kiss me, I wrapped my arms around him and felt him explode deep inside me. I let go of all my control and was swept up into a wonderous orgasm that topped off the morning. I rolled him off me and pushed him onto his back. His huge cock stood up like a flagpole covered in his cum and my wetness. I grabbed his cock with one hand and drove my mouth down. I always liked milking my lovers after they cum. Our juices were salty and thick. I could never deep throat Deshawn's monster cock, but I would always try. I pumped his tool with my hand and greedily swallowed the remains of his cum.
"That's enough, Kelsey. It's too much." He gently lifted me off his cock and pulled me onto him. As was our usual practice, we kissed deep and long, our tongues swirling around our mixed juices.
Most of my lovers, and my husband, were not into tasting our combined cum but it was a great turn on for me. Deshawn seemed to like it which, I suppose, was another bond between us. I felt my blood rise as we continued to kiss but I had to break it off. I rolled off him, stood looking down, and admired his well-toned six-pack. This man was just drop dead gorgeous. Too bad I only got to fuck him once a month. Still, what a fuck! In fact, what a couple of days of fucking. I was so deliciously worn out that I would often dose off during the seminars.
Deshawn tucked his arms behind his head and looked up at me admiringly. "Well mother of three look at you. A flat tummy and not a stretch mark. Beautiful round breasts that hang way up high. You sure you nursed all your babies?"
I looked down at my full breasts. My sensitive nipples were a deep brown. My boobs still turned heads and they were larger now, a DD cup. Before I had children I was a nice full C cup. And, truth be told, they hang lower but none of my lovers complained. "Yes, I nursed all my children."
Deshawn sat up and went for my breasts, but I deftly avoided his grasping hands. "So tell me how you are in such marvelous shape."
"Genetics, a strict diet, and yoga. Now I have to get going."
"Do you have to go home to your hubby and children? You could always escape with me to some hedonistic island in paradise..."
"Deshawn, we've been through this. You're a great fuck, one I never want to give-up. But I'm not leaving my family--nor do I want to drag you away from Yolanda." I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
"I'd never leave Yolonda. She'd come with us! She loves pussy almost as much as I do."
I shook my head no, stepped into the shower, and the scolding hot water cascaded over me. I soaped up a washcloth and washed my face, breasts, and my copper-colored bush. I reached around and washed my ass including the crack. We hadn't done anal this time, but I do like to be clean. Then I probed my pussy with two fingers trying to get every last drop of Deshawn out of me. It would be poor form to arrive at my husband's door still dripping from this morning. Last I shampooed my waist length red hair. It was a hassle keeping my hair this long and often I'd been tempted to cut it off to my shoulders. It was a better professional look for a woman in her late thirties but my husband, Peter, loved it. And with all my catting around it was the least I could do.
Not that Peter minded. We had been swingers our entire marriage. I told him when we were dating in college that I was polysexual. Someone who had sex with whomever we wanted - anytime we wanted. We dated through our senior year and as graduation approached, he asked for my hand. I agreed but said that I could never be monogamous. He said he could deal with that as long as any children I bore were his.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my glowing body. Out in the bedroom, Deshawn was dressed and sitting on the bed. I dropped the towel and walked naked over to him.
"Hey, lady, don't start. I have to get going too. My first patient is at eight." He wrapped his thick arms around me and lifted me off the floor. My breasts smashed against his business suit as he leaned in and kissed me. At over six-feet-three, he towered over my five-foot-ten frame. "See you next month, Red?"
I kissed him back and broke off. "You bet but remember to stay celebret for a couple of days before hand. And eat lots of oysters. I want to really feel your cum splash inside of me."
He raised his eyebrows. "I'll bring some butt lube if you're of a mind."
"Will see. Now put me down."
He gently lowered me and then bowed. "Your wish is my command."
"As it should be, Doctor Boclair." He closed the hotel door behind him, and I hurriedly dressed.
The flight home was just over five hours, and I was able to sleep eventually. The young marine sitting next to me had babbled for thirty minutes about how this was his first time flying first-class and wasn't it wonderful that the airline upgraded him.
He was about a year or two older than my oldest son, Jason, and I had listened as he told me about his family and the girl waiting back home. I nodded and smiled sweetly as his speech slowed. Eventually, exhausted, he nodded off. I hoped that he would be all right in his chosen career. To me it seemed that the world had gone bonkers and US service men and women were too often called upon to make some wrong right.
Arriving at two in the afternoon, Peter met me as the cab drove off. "Hello, sexy. How was the conference? You must tell me all about it." He enveloped me in a bear hug. Peter was about six-foot and still trim. They attended the gym together and he cycled miles each day to the office.
I dropped my carry-on and closed the door. "Seminar."
"Same difference."
I frowned. "Why are you home?"
"I wanted to meet you when you arrived. So, I took a half day. The firm owed me comp-time anyway. I made you a Caesar salad for lunch. I hope you're hungry."
I kissed him. "I'm hungry alright." I let my hand drop to his manhood and rubbed. "You got what I need?"
"Always." Peter lifted me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. He removed my suit jacket, blouse, and reached around to unclasp my bra. My large breasts tumbled out and Peter immediately started to caress them. He gently kneaded me then bent down to kiss my super sensitive nipples which, on their own volition, had erected to hard points.
"Oh Peter you know how to please a gal."
He dropped to his knees and pushed up my skirt. "Oh, are these panties new? They are so pretty."
I grabbed his head and pushed it into my silk covered bush. "Eat me!"
"Your wish is my command." He picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. Then he pulled my pink lace panties off and tossed them onto the dresser. "I hope you have something left for me."
"Always lover. He lowered his head and kissed my clitoral hood. He probed with his tongue until he found the clit and gently sucked.
