Thanks to everyone who has liked and commented on my stories. These are my first attempts at putting some simple fantasies down in text form. Nothing earth-shattering, and some common tropes. The story thread is a fantasy featuring mostly heterosexual female on male sexual encounters, some FFM, mostly older participants, some latex and spandex fetish, lots of cum. Any similarities to real persons are unintentional. All characters are of age and consenting. Most of my stories are longer reads, not quickies. Slow build to, hopefully, a good payoff. Reflects the author's preferences and proclivities. Not for everyone. Enjoy. If not, thanks for giving me a try; there are many other great stories and authors to enjoy here. I hope that this series will continue for some time. Like you, I have many fantasies.
Might be good to read the previous stories for context: Samantha from my past -- the bike, the boat, the bar, the run, the bed and the nightcap.
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Last night, after some cleanup (of both our bodies and my ensuite bathroom) Sam, Anne and I had once again said our goodnights with warm hugs and fragrant kisses. After her intense orgasm, propped on my ensuite vanity with her tight pussy pressed into Anne's urgent tongue, Sam was languid and sleepy. For a few moments, she stayed with me in my bathroom after Anne left. We shared a few moments of quiet intimacy. Some hugging, kissing and small murmurs of appreciation for each other. It was intoxicating being with her. She was so beautiful, sweet and cute. After just five days, I was feeling like we were establishing an emotional connection. But who knew where this would go.
It was complicated. I needed to keep my head about myself. Tomorrow, or the next day, we might be apart again, and never have the opportunity to rekindle the flame that we'd ignited together. I was still in shock. Stunned, in fact. Not in my right mind. I was in conflict about the sexual escapades. I didn't know where this was all going.
I needed some time.
Each of us ended up going to bed by ourselves. All a little too old and mature to be sleeping together, even though we had been so intimate with each other. As you age, there's something about having a bed to yourself. There were beds for all of us and we each took advantage of them. Fucking is different than sleeping together.
So, the next morning I awoke alone in my bed. I got up quietly, a little stiffly, and quietly busied myself in the kitchen, tidying up some stray glasses that were lying around, and emptying the dishwasher. I put the espresso machine on and made myself a cup, standing in my speedo with a towel over my shoulder, ready for a swim after a shot of caffeine. There wasn't a peep from the women, so I assumed they were enjoying a sleep in. It was nice having company. Strange, but I felt like it had been a long time since I'd hosted anyone here. I'd had almost no guests sleep over in my home since my wife passed away. Just a few well-meaning friends and relatives who came up to comfort me in the months after her death. This summer, two years after her passing, I finally had some friends booked to come up and stay. Driving up from the city in about a week.
This particular weekend however, Sam and Anne had been an unexpected diversion. I'd welcomed them. Surprising myself by offering them an invitation to stay. I admit that my cock was partially to blame. Sam had ignited passions in me. I seemed to be in a bit of a crush situation. I didn't know where it was going, of course. I'd had that thought numerous times this weekend. But if there was an opportunity to spend more time with her and her friend Anne, I felt like I might like the company. Maybe deserved it? I don't know. Maybe even some more sexual interactions. Who knew, indeed. I had become strangely ambivalent about the fact that Sam was cheating on her boyfriend. I didn't like infidelity -- in anyone -- felt that it wasn't an admirable trait. And I kept that in mind as I thought about Sam and any potential future with her.
After my coffee shot, I poured a glass from a homemade jug of electrolytes and drank hungrily. I put the rest of it into the fridge, thinking that they both would enjoy a recharge given the sweaty and dehydrating cum sessions we'd enjoyed. I, for one, was desiccated.
I went outside into the warm morning air. Sky blue. Sun rising across the lake. This time of year was probably my favorite. I quietly uncovered the pool, peeling back the solar cover onto its roller; conscious of the fact that the guest room windows faced the pool deck. Didn't want to wake them if they weren't already up.
I slipped softly into the pool and went about my morning laps. I was tired. It wasn't going to be a long swim. My loins still aching and buzzing from the workout I'd had with Samantha and her friend Anne. In fact, my whole body was sore. Orgasms were talking it out of me, in more than one way. I'd stayed up much later than I normally did yesterday. Exerted myself with two erotically charged sex sessions with these gorgeous and sexy vixens.
We'd had a good evening of dinner, wine and martinis. Sandwiched between two incredible threesomes that had seen each of us covered in one another's cum spray and ejaculations. Again, I didn't know what I'd done to deserve the attentions of these insane cougars. Although since I was within a decade of their ages, I'm not sure they were technically cougars.
My mind told me for the hundredth time: nothing like this had happened to me before, and I expected it probably wouldn't again. My cock had been worked over. I had liberally doused both women inside and out with my massive loads of semen. Their heady pussy juices had been smeared everywhere. On me. On them. In my mouth. I'd buried my face and tongue inside the lithe and beautiful Sam. Had tasted the enormous gushes that had sprayed from her friend Anne's generous and meaty pussy. They had seemingly worshipped my long and very thick cock and weighty balls. They'd both licked up my pearly essence after I hosed them down with it. Said they liked my taste. Clearly enjoying themselves with me. Definitely ego-boosting
Shocking really. I hadn't so much as kissed a woman on the lips in the past two years. Hadn't been on a date. Hadn't even been on a dating site. Despite many people suggesting that I should. The whole experience of the past days had been surreal. If I hadn't been able to look out the side kitchen window and see Sam's car in the driveway, her roadbike hanging off the rack, I could have convinced myself it had never happened.
Today I expected them to be leaving for their four-hour journey back to Seattle from my lakeview house located in the interior of Washington State. They might be headed somewhere else together. With both being retired, like me, they had a lot of freedom. They were clearly more than friends.
I didn't know what time they wanted to leave, but I felt I should have some breakfast ready for them. Part of me wanted my privacy back. The other big fleshy part of me, stuffed in my speedo, wanted them to stay. Enjoy more play time. And, I had to face it, it was more than the sex. I liked to have smart, attractive, intelligent, funny and worldly women around. They were good company all round. But of course, that was up to them. I didn't want to push anything.
As I made my way into the house from the bright pool deck, my eyes adjusted, and I found the two of them standing at the kitchen island, cutting fruit and putting out yoghurt and other breakfast items from the fridge. Like they were at home.
They looked like they'd just got out of bed. Tousled hair. T-shirts over panties. Bra-less. Firm, round, bare butt cheeks showing pertly under the tails of their shirts. Buzzing around the kitchen as they prepped. Hot and sexy.
"Morning, sunshine," Anne grinned at me.
"Hey there." I toweled at my hair, conscious of my wet feet on the carpet. "Sleep well?"
"Like the dead," said Sam. She put her knife down and rubbed at her eye with the back of her wrist. "A little foggy this morning, I can't lie." Cute smile. White teeth. Nipples showing through her shirt. Sexy, gorgeous. "That espresso martini." She rolled her eyes. "That was the death of me."
They both looked amazing to me. Make-up free and stunningly beautiful. Sam's small breasts firm under her tight shirt. Her face warm. Hair askew but still cute. Anne's huge tits mounding her top. Round and artificially upstanding. She wasn't wearing the care-bear t-shirt. Probably since it was still stained from Sam's surprise gusher climax last night. Her spiky bob a little more spiky, pointing up, down and sideways.
"I would have made you breakfast," I said.
"Ah, we wanted you to enjoy your swim" said Anne, peeling a mango and adding slices to the fruit plate she was preparing.
"I'll just go change." Making my way toward my ensuite.
"Don't slip out of those speedos on our account," giggled Sam. "Everything looks good from here."
