AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you are reading this for the first time, I suggest you read
"An Afternoon With Amanda."
(This story is set 7 days after An Afternoon With Amanda)
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I was really looking forward to the long weekend. My wife, Jen, was going to Rome on business for four days. This meant little or no contact from her. You might think that was odd, but after almost twenty years together, I was used to it.
Yes, it was going to be a nice weekend. I would be able to catch up on and complete some projects I had, I would be in charge of the TV remote control for four days and I could eat and drink what I wanted, when I wanted.
It was pure coincidence that Robert, Amanda's boyfriend and Jen's nephew, was also out of the country for the weekend, although he would be back a day earlier than Jen. He was having a "guy's weekend" away with his friends. They would be going to Amsterdam, Jen told me.
The memory of last week was still fresh in my mind and I was glad that there hadn't been any family get-togethers over that time. It might have been uncomfortable for both myself and Amanda.
I was also fairly convinced that had we met again, Jen would have picked up on my discomfort and awkward questions would have been asked. I hadn't received any texts from Amanda either.
Part of me was again relieved but there was a small part of me that wondered if that afternoon of a week ago was there was. I, of course, didn't message her either, because knowing me as I do, I would surely have been found out.
I stood in the hallway of our apartment and watched as Jen finally closed and locked her suitcase. For someone who was only going away for four days, she had packed for a month.
"You can't be too careful," she said.
"I never know what outfit I might need."
As she picked up the suitcase from the spare bed, she said, "You're a man and will never understand."
Dressed in a pair of black slacks, a powder blue blouse, a long cardigan and a pair of black Vans pumps, Jen walked out of the bedroom and offered me the suitcase to take from her.
I followed her out of the flat, down a flight of stairs and out into a quadrangle.
It was a bright and warm, sunny morning. I walked with her to the taxi that was waiting in the car park, near to the flats.
We kissed and hugged and I told her to have a good time.
As I walked back to our apartment, Amanda and Robert walked towards me.
Robert was dressed in sweat pants, an tee shirt with the logo of some band or other. Over this he wore long, black raincoat.
Amanda wore black yoga leggings and a baggy, black sweatshirt. Both wore trainers. My gaze also took in the fact that her leggings were skin tight and pulled up just enough to create a pleasing camel toe.
I felt my cock twitch its approval.
"Has Aunt Jen left?" asked Robert, setting his sports bag on the ground.
"I wanted to say goodbye."
"Yeah," I nodded, looking in the direction that the taxi had driven.
"We both thought you had gone earlier. You could have saved yourselves a journey, if we had known."
"He'd be late for his own funeral," said Amanda, pointing her thumb in Robert's direction. "So it's down to me to be his taxi driver."
"What are you going to do with yourself, while Aunt Jen is away?" asked Robert.
"Oh, I'll be fine," I replied. "I've got some jobs that need to be done and Netflix will ensure that I won't be bored."
I looked at Amanda and asked, "What about you? What plans have you this weekend?"
She shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Oh I've a few things to keep me occupied and I'll be seeing some friends later."
She winked at me.
I said goodbye to them both and began to walk away.
I turned around just in time to see Robert climbing into Amanda's car. He waved and then ducked out of view.
Before she climbed into the driver's side, Amanda gave me a wave and another wink. She turned to face the side of the car and bent over to adjust the driver's seat, affording me a delightful view of her backside.
It was a perfect peach.
The material of the leggings was taut across her rear and pulled right up the crack between her cheeks.
I could feel my cock starting to stir in my jeans. Amanda stood up again, turned to face me, smiled as if she knew what effect her little display had on me and then climbed into the car. I heard the car engine roar into life as I made my way back home.
As I opened the front door to the apartment, the memory of Amanda's gorgeous arse was still clear in my mind. I closed and locked the door and quickly made my way to the bedroom, whereupon I stripped, naked.
My cock was rising to attention as I climbed onto the bed. I lay there naked, cock in hand and the vision of her ass in my head.
I came after only a few strokes of my cock, such was the intensity of that image, which ensured that it was a heavy orgasm.
I lay there for a short while, regaining my breath.
Thoughts and images dancing in my mind.
I wanted to taste her pussy again and slide my tongue over her cute puckered anus. I wanted to slide my cock into her tight cunt and fuck her brains out.
My train of thought was derailed by the sound of my phone blipping.
I got off the bed and went to bathroom to clean up and then I padded, naked, into the lounge to retrieve my phone.
There were three messages: two from Jen and one from Amanda.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw that Amanda had messaged me, but I read Jen's messages first. One to say that she had made it through airport security with the minimum of fuss and another to say that she was boarding her flight and would message me again once she had arrived in Rome.
I took my time when reading Amanda's message: "Hey there big boy. I've just dropped Robert off and am now on my way back. Feeling ultra horny, so keep that door unlocked and be waiting for me. I have things to do and I want to do them with you. See you in 10..."
I quickly dressed, in sweat pants, sans underwear and a tee shirt, unlocked the front door and waited...
"I thought I would find you in bed," said Amanda as she walked into the hall. She was surprised to find me, sitting on the sofa, in the lounge.
"You're not always going to come in and find me masturbating," I replied, smiling.
Just thinking about her and anticipating what was to happen had caused my cock to become hard again and with me not wearing underwear, the effect was all too plain to see as it formed a tent in my sweat pants.
Her gaze fell upon it.
"Maybe not," she replied, pointing at my groin. "But one way or another that needs to be taken care of."
She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and somehow I wasn't surprised to find she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her small, perky breasts had nipples that were hard and the size of juicy raspberries, surrounded by plum coloured areola.
She walked over to where I was sitting and knelt down on the floor in front of me.
I groaned aloud as she stroked my erection over the material of the sweatpants.
"Oo, you are hard," she said.
She tugged at the drawstring and pulled the garment down. I lifted my butt off the couch in order for her to pull the pants completely down to my ankles. She balled them up and tossed them across the room.
Sitting for a second, looking at my cock, which was now standing to attention, Amanda noticed a small bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. Placing her hands on the couch, either side of my thighs, for support, she slowly slid her lips over my bulbous, purple head, wrapped her tongue around my cock and licked the liquid off.
I gasped as I felt the delicious warmth of her tongue. She told me to lie back and close my eyes. As I did, I felt her tongue slide up the inside of my thigh, from my knee and upwards, until she came to my groin.
The flat of her tongue folded its way around my scrotum, licking and teasing my balls, causing them to retract upwards. The tip of her tongue tickled my perenium and flicked against the underside of my scrotum, before sliding back down towards the crack of my arse.
I slid forward a little and lifted my legs up allowing her access. I couldn't believe what she was about to do.
I felt her hands on the cheeks of my arse as she pulled them apart. I curled my fingers aound my thick shaft as I felt the slight but delightful intrusion of her tongue, as she rimmed my anus.
I began to stroke my cock as Amanda flicked her tongue over my puckered starfish, occasionally poking it inside.
Her tongue travelled up and over my scrotum and she closed her lips around each testicle, sucking on it and allowing it to fall from her mouth with an audible plop.
Her tongue travelled further and slowly along my hardening shaft.
I let go of my cock to allow her to finally take it into her mouth. Once more, she slid her lips over the head of my cock and along my shaft, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. I heard her gag as my cockhead touched the back of her throat.
Saliva hung in tendrils as she moved back and forth along my erection. Amanda came up for air, wrapped her fingers around my iron hard penis and started to stroke it. At the same time, she sucked each of my testicles into her mouth again and massaged them with her tongue.
It wasn't long before I could feel my sap beginning to rise.
When she noticed my balls starting to retract into my body, Amanda switched places and slid my cock back into her mouth. Moving back and forth along my penis, she massged my scrotum with her hand.
That was enough. I grunted loudly as I ejaculated into her mouth. Four or five streamers of my hot, sticky cream exploded from my cock and slid down her throat.
She used her hand to coax more semen from me and drank every drop like it was fine wine.
When I was done, Amanda allowed my cock to slide from the warm confines of her mouth.
She stood up and began to walk towards the bedroom.
She stopped at the lounge doorway and began to roll down her leggings. As they reached her thighs, she bent over to roll them down the full length of her legs. They parted slightly and she afforded me a view of her beautiful bottom. At the juncture between her thighs, I was able to see the glistening wet bulb of her vulva.
She rolled the leggings further to her ankles and kicked them off.
I watched as she placed her hand between her legs and slid a finger along her wet slit. My cock miraculously began to rise again at this sexy sight. Amanda stood, turned her head to me and slid the finger into her mouth, tasting her own juices.
