This is the fifth tale about a fictional weekend of sexual adventure starring Donna. Watching Donna Play was followed by Donna Plays in the Shower; Donna Michelle and Me; and Donna Plays the Next Day. Each is written as a stand-alone story. If you wish, read this first, then enjoy the others. Or read them in order if you prefer. Unlike the others, which I did unaided bridgetkeeney had some useful suggestions to contribute as I wrote this tale. Thank you bk! She has not edited or seen the finished story, which is mine alone.
My suddenly wicked wild wife, Donna, was lounging on the cedar plank bench, soaking up some steam, naked. Donna had just given me a deep throat blowjob. I was headed back to my sales meeting refreshed, the hormones created by our trading tales of erotic adventures temporarily abated.
Donna was still firm, looking more like a fashion model than the mother of three she was in our ‘real life’. Her perky nipples stuck up into the air, demanding further attention. Her fingers were slowly tracing circles through her modest patch of light pubic hair, nails just grazing her engorged clit. In her reclining position, her tiny remnant of a belly sunk between her hipbones.
As I left the sauna, the pool boy, Chad, winked at me. He had been spying on our activities. Clearly, he knew Donna lusted after more than I could give her.
Instead of hurrying inside the resort to the meeting, I lingered as Chad entered the sauna. He was just the type of young stud Donna liked- tan, fit, well-muscled, shaggy dark hair falling fetchingly over his baby blue eyes. His grin was boyish too. He was almost drooling at the sight of Donna’s 40something beauty.
“ Are you ok, ma’am?” I heard Chad ask. Donna smiled, sweetly. Or perhaps hungrily. Her eyes flicked from Chad to the window. She made eye contact with me and winked.
With the door fully shut, I had to guess what she said by lip reading. Knowing her, I figured out “Oh, Chad , don’t ma’am me, I’m not that old.”
She pulled Chad closer by grabbing the front of his shorts. As he stepped forward, the shorts slid down his legs. Out popped a giant erection. Chad was not only better endowed than my 8 inches; he was bigger than Seth, the young construction worker Donna had seduced (with his chum) the day before. Donna licked her lips. Her hands cupped her breasts, thumbs rolling over her nipples, offering them to Chad. He silently bent over, his hands replacing hers. First, he kissed her lips. Then, he ran his tongue to her left ear. She moaned as he explored her aurally. His hands busied themselves caressing her erect nipples. His tongue rolled down her neck. He nibbled the point of her shoulder. I lip read her saying “ No sleeveless tops for me this week.” Then she giggled.
Despite my recent emission, my cock perked up. I watched Chad licking my wife’s heaving chest. One of her hands toyed with her own labia. The other reached out and stroked Chad’s enormous organ, gently at first, then more firmly with each stroke. Her elegant nails tickled his scrotum, her palm cupped the underside of the shaft, her teeny fingers wrapped around his girth, then she pulled up the length. At the tip, she gave an extra squeeze, starting to coax precum out of the slit. This continued as Chad’s tongue paused with each nipple in turn, savouring her taste. I wondered if he loved the taste of salt on her skin as much as I did. He spoke, but I couldn’t see what he said. Later Donna told me that he said, “ First, I want to make you come on my tongue. Then I want to fuck you doggie style on this bench.”
Her hips lifted in anticipation. His tongue traced a pattern, pausing at her navel long enough to make her beg. She stopped stroking him, instead guiding him around to her head. All the while, his tongue never lost contact with her flesh. He spoke again, this time I he said, “I won't cum until you cum all over my hard dick.”
“Please, I need to feel you cum.”
“No woman fucks me. I fuck them. And they like it.”
“So fuck my mouth.” She shoved his thick dripping meat into her greedy lips, sucking it deep into her throat as she started swallowing the seed that suddenly surged freely. Chad retaliated by devouring her clit in his teeth, fingers grinding her pudenda. Her orgasm burst forward like a river flooding over a dike, puddles appearing on the plank, running off towards the floor. Chad licked , sucked and nibbled with manic intensity until Donna finally conceded something, spitting his still dripping semihardness out of her mouth, collapsing silently onto the bench. Could it possibly be termed defeat, when both combatants came so fiercely?
