Robin's Travels

Hello,

I spent a large part of my life traveling for business. Stories under the title Robins Travels will be about those travels and experiences as a bi woman.

First, a little about me. As i write this I am a sixty-three year old, still very sexually active, bi woman. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight housewife and business consultant with a loving husband. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall of course. Some things have moved around a bit, what were 36 Cs are now 38 Ds. I was, I thought, a perfect 36-24-39 now I'm a perfect 38-28-42. At the beginning I had black hair everywhere, now gray, almost white, hair and only on my head. I am gifted with green eyes.

This story is a follow on to Pt. - 2.

As I left the guest bedroom I was thinking I shouldn't be doing this. I went as far as the door to the master bedroom and stopped just outside. I knew that if I entered that room there would be no turning back. I could see lights on in the room through the cracked door.

Mike was my sisters husband and taking her up on her suggestion could ruin our lives.

I had nothing on but a white thong. When I showered I had been sure to check that I was perfectly smooth beneath that thong. I had looked at myself in the full length mirror in the guest bedroom. Perfect white triangles on my breasts where my bathing suit hid them from the sun. I looked and saw both nipples were in full alert and surrounded by tiny bumps. My tan was perfect with only three triangles of skin not tanned.

I hesitated, then approached his partially open door. I pushed it open and walked in. He looked at me for a long moment and then motioned me over to the bed. Mike picked up the covers inviting me in. As I climbed in beside him he told me he was happy with the decision I made. After he kissed me I told him I was too.

Mary had often talked about Mikes abilities as a lover. I was hoping she had not exaggerated. Mike had his arms around me and I had a feeling that his powerful body could move me however he wanted without me moving a muscle. It was an amazing feeling I had never experienced before. I felt helpless and vulnerable and yet totally willing to let him do with me whatever he wanted.

Mikes hands were all over me. On my breasts, butt cheeks and between my legs. The thong was gone in moments and his hands were both between my legs front and rear touching me everywhere and anywhere and anyway he wanted. It seemed like we had only first kissed moments ago and his hands were already probing both holes front and rear.

I forced my self to try and regain some control and reach down to touch him. His shorts stopped my advances so I threw the sheet and blankets on the floor and got up to pull his shorts off. As they joined the blankets on the floor I saw what I had up to then only fantasized about. Mary had bragged about Mike having a perfect cock and she may very well have been correct. It was not huge but at about 8 inches, far from small, much longer than my husband Jeffs. It was uncut and that was my preference. It was substantial in girth, maybe as big as my wrist. I looked at Mike and he was smiling as I admired his equipment. He got up on his knees as I reached out to touch it and I saw that his cock stood almost straight up against his hairy belly. His cock and balls were shaved clean. I used both hands to push back the foreskin and reveal the head and my favorite thing the glands under the head. I leaned forward and licked the underside of the head and then closed my mouth over it.

Mary had also told me that Mike was a very physical lover bordering on abuse and domination. She had told me she often got sort of "banged up" making love to him. I was about to find out what that meant.

As my mouth closed over his cock I knew I was at my best and couldn't wait to feel the full length and girth of that cock in my throat. I knew that given a little time I could do it and would please him. There was no time. He put his hands behind my head and pulled it toward him very forcefully. I opened as quickly as i could but I gagged, something I never do. He hesitated, pulled out and asked if I was ok. I swallowed hard stopped the gagging and nodded yes. As soon as I said I was ok he pushed his cock into my face again. I opened my mouth and let him in. Again, he did the same thing, pulled my head forward and when I did not gag he kept stroking me. This man, that I thought would make love to me was forcefully fucking my face.

I thought he would cum and it would end but he did not. Instead, after a while he pulled out and physically picked me up and put me on my back on the bed. I told him I needed a moment but he did not stop. I confess that it was a huge turn on to be completely mentally and physically under the control of another person.

Mike put his hands on my knees. I expected him to push them up so he could mount me but he didn't. He pushed them out to the side at a right angle to my body. I was very flexible and could do that so it did not hurt but otherwise it would have been awful. What it did do was it lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. The bad part was that it shifted my clit so it was out of the action. I reach down and rubbed myself. He smiled and said: "Good girl, make yourself cum for me." Every time he thrust into me his cock reached the limits of space and bumped my insides. I wanted so much to cum for him and I did. He saw it and told me that I was too quiet. He wanted to hear me cum not just see it on my face.

As he continued to stroke me I had no choice. When I came again I screamed out: "Oh Mike, I'm going to cum! oh, fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming!"

The talking was a huge new sex act and he had turned on in me.

I took some control back when I told him: "Take your fucking hands off my knees and put my legs on you shoulders." He did as i said. I then told him: "Put your hands under my ass and use them to push me into you and fuck me hard." Again, he did as I asked. The next thing he heard was: "Harder, harder, make me cum again."

Mike fucked me for what seemed like hours. I had lost track of how many orgasms I had but I did cum again and screamed again as it happened.

As it subsided I physically pushed him off me onto his back. Got on top of him in a 69 position and pushed my pussy into his face commanding him to: "Lick my pussy, lick my clit, make me cum again." His damn cock was still rock hard. This guy was never going to cum! I was sucking him when I got an idea. I let him give me another orgasm then get off him.

He started to say something and I told him to shut up. I told him to get on all fours, head down. Amazingly he did what i said. I sat behind him and told him: "I'm going to jerk you off and you are going to cum and you, like me, are going to tell me when you are about to cum."

He didn't say a word and I knew he thought he could resist but I had a secret weapon. Mary had told me about a sex act he wanted that Mary would never do. I was going to rim him and make him cum.

I was touching his balls and jerking him as I licked him. I pushed the fingers of one hand into his asshole and massaged his prostate gland and he said he was cumming.

I pivoted and put my mouth on his cock and as he exploded i pulled on his balls. It ended as he said: "Oh my god Robin." I swallowed every drop as he watched.

Mike and I made love every day that week. Eventually, Mary came home and I went home to Jeff. On my next visit we did not need the guest bedroom.