THE DEED IS DONE!
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Posted:Nov 3, 2008 11:10 am
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My dear readers, correspondents and advisors,
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
Nought’s had, all’s spent,
Where our desire is got without content:
‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what’s done is done!
These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
Perhaps you recognize those lines from Macbeth.
They seem to be so applicable to my life right now!
How fitting that on Halloween, All Souls' Day, and All Saints' Day weekend that I finally gathered the courage to end my ever growing more complicated dalliance with my new friend and lover Ben, a saga that I have shared with you in this space.
Although he was disappointed with my decision, he behaved ever so much the gentleman, the very quality that had drawn me to him in the first place. No drama, some hugs, and a final kiss good bye. Parting is indeed such sweet sorrow!
Damn, that sure was hard for me to do! And then the remorse I felt immediately upon his exit was overwhelming for awhile!! Still feel some sadness today!!!
And Ben just sent me some flowers to the house, along with a nice thoughtful thank you card! Red roses too!! Damn, just damn!!!
Why did he have to go and do that? Dammit all to hell! This is sure going to be hard to get over!!
But after contemplating all of your advice and pondering deeply my own feelings and my future, I came to the realization that I could not let my relationship with Ben continue, no matter how marvelous the carnal delights. There was no future there, and I just had to accept it.
As for my own future, here are just some of the many suggestions that I have received:
* Get a dildo & give up on people (although frankly I prefer a vibrator or my own fingers for those private moments)
* Go one-on-one with a woman (supposedly less complicated emotionally and potentially just as satisfying)
* Try threesomes or foursomes (sounds interesting but complicated and even dangerous from an emotional perspective)
* Learn to separate my emotions from my sexual activities & gather a stable full of men but see none of them more than once or twice (easier said than done and sounds very time consuming.......besides if I am going to have a series of one night stands, I might as well be charging for my services!)
* Just go back to my husband and make do with the best we can do (someone even suggested buying him a strap on!), accepting his sexual limitations. and enjoying the trappings of our marriage.
Honestly, I have no idea at this moment what path I will follow next! Can an unloosed vixen be returned to her cage and be content there?
I probably need to take some time to get over Ben, maybe even grieve a little. Perhaps I should just go on a sexual sabbatical until after the holidays.
For those of you who have encouraged me, even those who chastised me, I am indeed grateful for your thoughts and your concerns.
This evening I am taking my husband out to dinner to celebrate his recent birthday. Maybe tonight will be the start of something new and rekindled between the two of us!
Living in a world full of hope, desire and fantasy, I remain your lustful temptress,
Scarlett
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It is just sex...........NOT!!!
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Posted:Oct 13, 2008 1:18 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2015 11:53 am
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My Dear Readers,
When I first joined LesbianPersonals a few months ago and began exploring some new adventures, several kind and compassionate lady members advised me to tread softly and to be very very careful.
They warned me that this alternative lifestyle was not for everyone and that not all relationships could stand up over time for what this web site might lead to. And these people were so correct with their insights!
Let me catch you up on where things stand and where they might be going in case you have not read my previous blog entries.
I am now about 2 months into my encounters with my new friend and lover Ben. I think we have been together 8, 9 or maybe 10 times now. Also, remember that I had only been with 5 men before my husband in my entire life, all in the context of an emotionally invested relationship. And my husband is the only man I had been with before this little fling with Ben during this century!
So, I guess it goes without saying that I might have been a little on the innocent and naive side! I thought that I had entered this whole new adventure with an open mind, full of wonder of what would transpire, but with a sense of self control.
If you have read my blog post called The Surrogate, you would know that my first rendezvous with Ben went quite well and even had the desired effect on my husband that we had hoped for when we first posted on LesbianPersonals.
Now you are up to date. What has transpired since then is frankly unbelievable to me, totally unanticipated, and I even have hard time describing it completely as I am still trying to figure out some things........a lot of things!
The second time Ben came over began much as our first meeting. My husband set up the tripod and watched us from the corner of the room. Only this time, he remained there, standing silently, and did not join us as Ben and I shared some passionate love making. No reaction from my husband at all, no physical or psychological arousal, at least not so that I could tell.
About a week later, Ben came back over one evening. My husband greeted him pleasantly, set up the video camera on the tripod, and promptly left the room and stayed gone the entire time that Ben was with me. I must admit that having Ben in the room all to myself allowed the two of us to explore one another a little more passionately and creatively than we had done the first two times.
Fast forward another few days, maybe the following weekend, and I had invited Ben over for visit #4....all with my husband's knowledge and supposedly with his approval. This time, just a few minutes before Ben's scheduled arrival, my husband left the house and drove off to who knows where....I am guessing to the club.
So there Ben and I were, all alone again, with the whole house to ourselves, and the sex was even better than ever. I guess by now we are becoming incredibly comfortable with one another and were able to reach new heights of pleasures each time!
Each time I tried to bring this situation up with my husband, he dismissed it with attempts to reassure me that he was all right with what was going on, especially since his medical issues were still preventing his having an erection and being able to participate like the very first time.
He told me that he was glad that I had found a young lover who could satisfy me, and that his love for me was as strong as ever. Strangely, he never even probed for details of these encounters nor seemed interested in recording any more of my sessions with Ben.
I want so much to take him at his word, but I have my doubts that this is the whole truth! I felt like I had been given away as a sex slave to another caretaker and that he was glad to be withdrawn for his usual husbandly responsibilities!
One reason I have these doubts is because of what is happening with me. After a few more encounters with Ben at our house where we were all alone, I made a bold suggestion to Ben that I meet him at his place.
We did and it was even more fabulous sex than before. In fact, I have met Ben there the last few times we have been together.....all kinds of various times during the day too! And what I have not told Ben is that I have not mentioned these clandestine encounters to my husband! Just adds to the mystery and the intensity of the sex!!
I now find myself infatuated with Ben, thinking about being with him non-stop, not wanting to wait for him to be able to touch me again, to hold me, and to make love to me like the young virile stud that he is!
Face it, I have fallen in love with Ben!! There, I finally had the courage to say it out loud!! I get giddy like a school girl just thinking of Ben! I want him so much, daily, non stop!!
I thought I could handle sex as pure playtime exercise without any emotional involvement but I guess I overestimated my ability to compartmentalize. I do not comprehend how folks can do that, especially women! My heart and my body are so interconnected!
With my history of only being sexual active with a few men that I already had a strong emotional investment in, I guess I should have have seen this coming, only this time the sex preceded the emotional connection, or did it really, given our intricate recruitment process?
I am so smitten with Ben that I have even allowed the dreaded "D" word pop into my head, although I have not and probably would not suggest that to my husband.
Or would I? Should I? I just do not know right now anymore what I want.......well, actually I do, but I would be giving up so much. And I am not sure that Ben wants anything more than what we are sharing anyway!!
I find myself so much more alive when I am with Ben, so carefree, so much more myself, and not just a trophy wife!
I would have thought this fascination of a fulfilled sexual fantasy would have waned by now, but it is just the opposite, reaching a new crescendo on a daily basis.
I am at a loss of what to do now!
We started this adventure as a couple to enhance our marital relationship, and now it is on the brink of destroying it!
I am so enthralled with my relationship with Ben that I do not have the strength nor the courage to end it either. If Paul Simon was correct in that there are 50 ways to leave your lover, I have yet to find the one that would work with me, although I doubt seriously that I would avail myself of it even if I discovered it anyway.
So, there I have now gone public with my dilemma. Perhaps one of you readers might have some insights about my situation.
Thank you for your time and for your comments.
Your perplexed correspondent,
Scarlett
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The Traitor!
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Posted:Sep 13, 2008 6:23 am
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2008 8:16 pm
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Hello gentle readers,
I am in desperate need of your comfort, your support, your guidance......
Today I come to you as a broken woman, humiliated, embarrassed, even destroyed with my world crumbling down in front of my eyes.
I have been betrayed!
I am overwhelmed with tears of grief and of regret, alternating with feelings of intense anger bordering on uncontrolled rage!!
How did this happen? Why did this happen?
Like most women, I have a dear male friend, a long-standing friendship, a man that has been near and dear to me for such a long time and in so many ways. Someone that I could confide in, talk to him about anything, anytime.
Yet this relationship had always been platonic, not the slightest hint of romantic interest, at least not from my perspective. I grew up with just 2 sisters, no brothers, so I guess I needed such an adult male figure in my life.
But things recently changed between us and not for the better. He knows who he is and what he did, so in case he is reading this blog, there is no need for me to call him out by name. But for the purposes of this story, let me call him Judas....if the name fits, wear it!
Even my husband knows very little about my friendship with Judas, not that he would have anything to worry about or should feel threatened.
I should have realized that something was out of balance when a few years ago, my good friend Judas, did not attend my wedding.
For the past couple of months, during our regular conversations, talks where I felt safe and reassured, I shared with my friend Judas some of the issues and problems that my husband and I were having, especially about his performance problems and subsequent emotional and pyschological concerns.
Judas suggested that I might want to spend some time on LesbianPersonals myself. I had never ever heard of LesbianPersonals when he made that suggestion! Turns out that Judas had his own active LesbianPersonals account, for whatever lascivious purposes of his own, and he surfed and read to me several profiles.
I thought nothing of Judas' personal LesbianPersonals interests, even as my husband and I ventured onto LesbianPersonals on our own, until last week after I posted the blog story about my encounter with Gentle Ben and felt playful enough to change out some of my photos to reflect the now unrepressed side of my newly released sexual identity.
Well, it seems Judas had become really jealous that I turned to Ben and not to him. He became very aggressive and confrontational. In a private setting, he directly propositioned me!
Again, my feelings for Judas have always been totally platonic, never romantic, never sexual. But now Judas was revealing that his feelings for me were quite different, especially since I had revealed my body to him and to others.
He threatened me. He even boldly contacted my husband directly in an attempt to undermine my marriage.
That is why I am so humiliated, so torn apart, so full of distress and fear and anger.
I feel that I have lost my best friend, someone who has meant such much to me for so long. Now he seems like a stranger, someone that I barely know any more!
I am scared that my marriage is coming apart. What started as an innocent adventure, with our being jointly curious, has taken on a new dimension, now that someone we know has attempted to take advantage of us.
I just do not know what to do next. I have not felt this lost or perplexed before!
I feel taken advantage of by a former great friend! I feel that Judas used what I shared with him in confidence to manipulate me and to create a scenario for his own selfish benefits.
I cannot help but believe that his intent was to destroy my marriage from the beginning so that he could be there to pick up the pieces and to have me for his own, even though that was not a scenario that I had ever considered.
I was deceived by a man that I thought was my best friend!
I feel betrayed!! No, worse than that, I was betrayed!!!
Judas, why did you betray me? Why did you have to become between me and my husband with your suggestions? Why could you have not kept your thoughts to yourself?
And to think that I trusted you and thought that kiss on the cheek was entirely innocent!
Help me gentle readers! I am flailing, I am struggling, I am dying!!
Desperately,
Scarlett
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The Surrogate
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Posted:Sep 8, 2008 5:01 am
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2008 2:13 pm
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Hello gentle readers and welcome to the next entry in my blog.
As I sat down to write this chapter, I was suddenly overtaken by a mysterious sensation. Were the words that were beginning to pour out of my head the result of a dream or did this situation actually happen to me? The images in my head were so surreal, yet the memories seemed almost tangible. What happened to me recently, if it happened at all, was so different than anything that I had ever experienced in my life, that even today, I am not sure what to make of these thoughts!
Most stories like this start off with “Once upon a time…”, but this story is no fairy tale. It is a factual account of romance and of an adventure that came true a few days ago.
Let me first set the stage. I am a happily married young woman in my earlier 40s, in my sexual prime, a long way from menopause. I am married to a much older man who is a wonderful companion. Unfortunately my husband has some health problems that have impacted his sexual performance capabilities, at least those in the traditional way of doing these kinds of things. And I can tell that it bothers him a great deal, and although I have tried to reassure him that everything is ok between us, I think deep down he feels that he is shortchanging me!
Oh, my husband is still a wonderful lover to me with his magical fingers and his skilled tongue. However, I still have some basic womanly desires that need tending to, especially considering that I am easily aroused, extremely multi-orgasmic, and an occasional squirter! There are just times when a girl needs a hard cock inside of her, pounding away non-stop for 20, 30, even 60 minutes, until we are both exhausted, sweaty and satiated. That is what I have been missing lately! Yes, I want to be fucked by a man with some stamina, not just for 5 minutes with the limp member that had been all that my husband can supply lately!!
Notwithstanding all of the above, my husband is extremely loving towards me and is very understanding of my feminine needs while graciously accepting his own current limitations.
As a matter of fact, his willingness to go along with this somewhat unusual and adventurous concept was his gift to me for my recent birthday! What he proposed that we undertake made me quiver with both fear and with excitement.
This generous and loving man suggested that we venture into the forbidden forest together and that we contract with a matchmaker to find me a lover to fulfill my sexual fantasies. At first, I hesitated, but once I saw his offer as the ultimate gift of love, his placing my needs first over his own ego, then I gradually became more comfortable with the idea.
We agreed on some ground rules such as that my husband would interview each potential candidate for our little encounter, much like it was a potential business partnership. My husband would also be present during all activities, watching over me and my performance like a Hollywood director. We would even record all of these events for future viewing in our own private time…….sure sounded better than watching porn videos to me!
All that resolved, we placed our fate into the hands of a professional matchmaker, someone experienced in this area, but probably not used to our unusual caveats. Then we sat back and let the matchmaker go to work. The applications came fast and furious, almost too many to sort through. Then came that one special person who not only caught my eye, but immediately touched me deep inside, although at this stage, only from afar!
From his very first email to me, I could tell that there was something different about Ben. He came across very much as Southern Gentleman. He had taken the time to compose a lengthy letter, very polite, with sensitivity and a compassion that led me to nickname him Gentle Ben or GB for short. He addressed so many of my concerns in that initial message that it was if he already knew me.
And, then unlike any of the over 300 emails I had received from other potential suitors as the result of our matchmaker’s network of candidates, he took the time to discuss the potential implications of a rendezvous from my husband’s perspective. I think it was Ben’s innate understanding of our marital complexities that made him so endearing to me and to us.
Not only was he so very eloquent and so thoughtful, he was a very patient man, not someone who just wanted to get into my panties in a heated rush. He truly wanted to get to know me and to better understand me as a woman and us as a couple so as to make what we seemed headed towards successful on all fronts.
We corresponded by email for several weeks before we even spoke on the phone for the first time. This was very significant to me for several reasons. There were a few other candidates that I had found interesting and attractive, but they disappeared after one or two emails or pressed for a phone call or a meeting before I was ready. Ben was different.
He reminded me of the time when I had first met my husband, something that occurred online as well, although through a more conventional dating web site.
We had courted one another via email and later by telephone for well over seven months before our first face-to-face encounter. By the time my husband and I had agreed to meet in person, we probably knew one another better than most couples who had been dating for a year or two. And even though the physical chemistry was intense and the sexual tension overwhelming from our first kiss, we still waited awhile before we became intimate.
I think that patient approach has served as the foundation for our marriage, and is why we felt safe pursuing this little adventure. And Ben seemed to be cut from that same stock, so confident yet compassionate, so strong yet so gentle, so patient and understanding. It did not take long for my husband and I to conclude that Ben was the one we wanted to invite into our lives.
My husband and Ben agreed to meet first. I felt safer that way. They met at a Starbucks, a safe enough public setting. Despite the potential awkwardness of the situation, the two of them hit it off almost instantaneously, like old college buddies. This was a fascinating and a very important development, especially considering that not only was Ben younger than me, being in his late 30s, he was some 20 plus years younger than my husband. Yet neither was threatened by the other!
The two of them discussed the various ground rules and went over several potential scenarios of how all this might play out. As they parted, the two agreed to a follow up meeting where I would be present to judge Ben as my potential sexual partner for myself. It was if my husband had just found a junior protégé for his business or so he told me.
What I saw in Ben when I first met him a few days later and what I learned about him made me even more assured that he was the proper choice. Despite my calling him Gentle Ben, he was not like most that have that have carried that nickname. He was maybe six feet tall or slightly less, slender but not skinny, muscular from exercising, but not overly ripped. Short, well groomed hair, no facial hair, and beautiful blue eyes that sparkled and an endearing smile that won me over so very quickly. Handsome, even cute!
I learned that he was a senior project manager in an IT company, an undergraduate degree in engineering and an MBA in operations management. He seemed so intelligent, so capable of talking about anything with confidence and comfort, no wonder he was capable of writing me such eloquent emails as well as being my husband’s intellectual equal.
We must have talked for over an hour. In Ben’s ever patient way, he did not press for a decision and just let the conversation flow naturally. My husband thanked him for his time and let Ben know that we would be back in touch. I stood up, gave Ben a tender hug of acceptance, and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a bit of my lipstick behind. I guess I was marking my target!
On the drive home, my husband and I agreed that we would take things to the next level with Ben, but that we would not make any moves right away, but instead sleep on our decision to make sure we were still feeling this way the next morning. I think the two of us slept better, cuddled closer and awoke more rested and relaxed than in a long time.
We both knew what to do next. I went to the pc and wrote Ben a note and asked if he wanted to move further along in this adventure. He responded positively, but so very politely, no pressing for anything immediate. Even more convinced that I was ready, I sent him our address and the details for getting together later that evening.
It was 9pm when Ben’s car pulled into our driveway. My husband had already set up the tripod with our camcorder in our bedroom. We had tested its positioning and the camera angle with our own little foreplay session earlier that afternoon.
We invited Ben into our sunroom to chat and to relax a bit before getting down to business. He looked some handsome in his button down oxford shirt, light blue I recall, and a pair of navy Dockers, so casual yet so commanding with his presence.
After some friendly and innocent banter, I excused myself to go to the back of the house to shower and to change. It was not long after that my husband showed Ben where the guest bedroom and bath were located and suggested that he might want to freshen up himself. Everything was now set in motion like a well-rehearsed Hollywood script.
Drying off from showering and shaving, I put on a brand new full length black nightgown with an extremely scooped and lacy bodice and covered myself with its matching robe. My husband came in to check on me, hugged me and held me for a minute, all to reassure me.
Suddenly, I felt like a virgin bride on her wedding night! I have only been with five men my entire life, and it had been almost a decade since I had been with someone other than my husband. I wondered what this night would be like, and I was so glad that my husband was there to comfort me.
We called for Ben down the hall, and he came to edge of our doorway, standing there in a pair of dark blue slick satin boxers, his muscular and slightly hairy chest exposed. My husband told him that everything was all right and that he would be stepping out for awhile to allow us to get comfortable with one another. I was still quite nervous as I found myself alone in my own bedroom with this strapping young man, a stranger, yet not really, but soon to become my lover.
My husband left, pulling the door closed, but leaving it cracked ever so slightly. The only sounds were the whirring of the camcorder and some very light music from a relaxation cd. Our bedroom was awash in soft candlelight.
I looked at Ben in the doorway, and he smiled at me. I began to relax a bit. He walked over to our bed and sat down beside me. He told me how beautiful he thought I looked, being more romantic in intent than sexual. Then he took my hands in his, pressed them against his chest, pulling me closer to him, and gave me our first kiss, so soft yet so deep.
I instantly melted and allowed myself to recline, pulling him down beside me. We kissed and touched and stroked one another for quite some time, still in our lingerie. I was beginning to get even more comfortable so I sat up to remove my robe. It was then that I noticed my husband standing in the corner of the room, over near the tripod. He must have slipped in quietly while Ben and I were kissing. Our eyes met, and he nodded at me approvingly, filling my heart with love for him despite being in the embrace of another man.
Ben and I continued to kiss and to touch one another, and somewhere during this process, we both ended up totally disrobed. As Ben saw my huge breasts for the first time, he told me how marvelous and delicious I looked. He fondled and suckled each breast so patiently and tenderly, and I was becoming quite wet and aroused. I could feel Ben’s hardness pressing against my leg and I knew that he was aroused as well.
Ben started to slide his head down between my legs when I grabbed his shoulders and stopped him. I asked him to just touch me with his fingers and to save that portion of our love-making to something that my husband was skilled at and capable of doing. I wanted Ben for a single purpose this night!
Tonight was to be about the kind of lovemaking that had been a problem for us. Gentle Ben understood where I was coming from, and cradling our bodies together, he held me with one arm wrapped around my shoulders and the other extending down my side so his fingers could touch my hot wet crevice. He was making me feel so good.
I was quickly getting into the spirit of the moment, so I slid my hand down his body and grasped his hard elongated cock. It had been so long since I had been this close to a rock hard cock, given my husband’s medical problems. For a moment, it felt strange and unusual, but then all seemed familiar to me as I shifted into auto-pilot mode.
I rolled Ben over on his back and slid down his body, stopping and staring at his beautiful erect penis. I stroked it slowly with my hand. He seemed a little longer than my husband, about the same thickness, but with a young man’s hardness. I wondered what his stamina was and how his staying power would be. While I was sitting up with Ben’s cock in my hand, I peeked over my right shoulder and saw my husband approaching me quietly with a condom in his hand. I silently accepted his offering and then I slowly unfurled the condom over Ben’s awaiting shaft.
Safely sheathed, I slipped my lips over Ben’s cock and slowly began to move my mouth up and down on his shaft, while alternating between squeezing the base of his cock with my hand and softly massaging his red hot balls. I could tell from Ben’s moans that he was enjoying my careful attention to his member. When I felt him grow even larger and start to throb, I stopped and raised my head and told him not yet. I crawled up on Ben’s chest so my gigantic breasts were pressed against him, and I kissed his neck and then his lips. He began rubbing my shoulders. I was getting so wet. I was ready!
I sat up on Ben, slid my pubic area, shaved and fresh, down to that little bushy area above his cock. I rocked a few moments in that position and then raised my hips, taking my right hand, finding Ben’s cock and slid him inside of me. As I mounted him and slowly began to rock back and forth, I was suddenly reminded of how good it felt to have a man inside of me. My pussy had missed having a firm cock inside of it. Despite all the love that my husband and I shared, it was this aspect of our love life that I had been missing!
I was really into the moment, going up and down on Ben’s hard shaft while he reached up and played with my nipples. I thought that I was going to explode any moment. I realized that I was getting louder as I got more excited so I stole a glimpse over my shoulder to see what was going on with my husband. What was that? Was that a bulge in his boxers? Could our little plan actually be working?
I am not sure how long I rode Ben that night, but it was quite awhile. Not being used to this level of activity, I rolled over on my back somewhat exhausted and pulled Ben down upon me, kissed him in manner to let him know what I wanted. I spread my legs and Ben entered me, thrusting his hard cock deep inside of me, reaching areas that had gone untouched recently. I lifted my legs even higher so that he could get even deeper. Ben pounded with the vigor and strength of a younger man. I was feeling ecstatic and I only hoped that I was pleasing him similarly.
Suddenly I found myself exploding, biting my lips so as not to scream, but feeling those pleasures only a man’s penis can make a woman feel. My eyes were moist with tears, tears of joy and pleasure, but tears of regret and yearning, wanting to be able to share these same feelings with my husband, the man I love and adore, not just this young stud who we have invited into our home and into our lives, this surrogate lover who has just ravished me so wonderfully!
I asked Ben to stop for a minute, just before he ejaculated deep inside of me. I was not sure that I was quite ready for that step just yet. As I wiped the tears from my eyes, I noticed a shadowy figure standing near the bed. It was my husband. And he had no clothes on. And his penis was strangely erect, standing at attention, full mast, as hard as when we first were dating and made love so passionately and so often. Oh what a marvelous sight. I had no idea what to do next. My husband made a circular motion with his hands which I interpreted to mean for me to get up and to turn around.
Being a wife who loves to please her man, I got up on my knees and motioned for Ben to get behind me and to fuck me doggie style. Gentle Ben, ever the obedient man servant, gladly obliged. He spread my ass cheeks, found my dripping wet honey hole and rammed his bulging cock into my soaking wet pussy with authority. Meanwhile my head was hanging over the side of the bed as we are sideways on the bed. My husband placed his hard cock into my mouth and suddenly I had male members inside of my orifices on both ends!
It had been quite awhile since I have had the pleasure of my husband’s cock being this hard so I sucked and licked him with great excitement. I could feel his dick getting larger and harder in my mouth. Meanwhile, Ben was banging the hell out of my pussy from behind. And then suddenly Ben exploded, pulsing maybe a dozen times deep inside of me. Even with the condom still securely in place, I could still feel the warmth of his manly juices flowing inside of me. It had been so long since I have felt the wonder of a man cumming inside of me. Ben collapsed on the far side of the bed. I let go of my husband’s cock and fell down on the bed as well. My husband crawled in beside me on the other side of the bed, and there I was, nestled between my two lovers, feeling satiated and satisfied!
In a dreamlike state, I seem to recall that I am flat on my back and I take each of my hands and grasp a cock in each one. I feel so sexually gratified at this moment. As Ben deflates, I slip the condom off of his penis, and slowly stroke his gradually flaccid cock, feeling the droplets of his final fluids emitting from his member. My husband’s cock however is still at full mast, but I let go of it for a moment.
I lean over to Ben and lick the droplets off of his cock so I can establish a memory of his taste and his aroma in my brain. Then I look up at Ben, gaze deep into his eyes, and give him the tender kiss of an appreciative lover! Then I roll my eyes so Ben can become aware of what is happening on the other side of the bed.
Somehow Gentle Ben senses the situation and extricates himself from our bedroom so very quietly that I can barely him go down the hall and into the guest bathroom. Soon thereafter I hear the engine of Ben’s car turnover as he backs out of the driveway. It is Ben’s natural intuition to sense the right thing to do that is so endearing to me. He seems so selfless even in his strength of character. I am so glad that we chose Ben for our adventure.
I snap back to reality knowing that I must quickly take advantage of my husband’s unusual hardness. I surmise that seeing his wife having intercourse with another man has worked wonders on his sleeping soldier. I pull him over on top of me, kiss him deep and hard, and spreading my legs, I invite him inside of me. I ask him to get up on his knees, to lift my legs up in the air, to grasp my ankles and to pound me over and over.
This is my favorite position with him, and when he can attain a good erection, the man sure can fuck me like no other! He pounds me and pounds me! It is so delightful! And I am feeling so connected to my husband once again, all thanks to Gentle Ben. My husband is so deep inside of me.
My ears start to burn and suddenly I am cumming myself, an orgasm emanating from deep inside of me, sending waves of intense pleasure all over my body. I am squirting girlie cum all over my husband and onto the bed sheets. He continues to pound me, to fuck me so deliciously as I scream and cry and then suddenly, he is the one who is cumming and squirting inside of me, over and over, until he collapses beside me with deep moans and gruff manly groans.
I am so in love with this man, so gratified that I am married to him, so glad to have shared this experience with him. All the while, I am smiling too for the generosity of my man Ben, our Gentle Ben, for making our little adventure everything we had hoped for. Just before I drift off to sleep, I make a mental note to call Ben in the morning to thank him. And to invite him back again. And again, as long it is necessary for us to end up like this.
Thank you Ben. You are the best!
Affectionately,
Your Scarlett
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Another Saturday Night............
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Posted:Aug 30, 2008 8:07 pm
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....and another gentleman caller is approaching the door of my secret apartment.
"I really like being undressed," he said to me in a quiet voice.
I had met him at the door even before he could ring the bell. He walked into a candlelit room. The smell of fresh flowers tickled his nose. The scent of perfume was close by.
As I took his hand and escorted him across the threshold, a sly smile came across my face because I knew how the night was going to start. It was anyone's guess how the night would end......if ever.
I had barely closed the door when my lips caressed his lips with deep wet kisses. Our tongues were shared and our bodies were so close that they could have been as one then as I was sure that they would become soon enough.
He held me so tightly, and with such passion he continued to kiss me as I began to unbutton his shirt. He had a crisp fresh blue oxford cloth shirt on, the one that had lots of buttons down the front. Ever so slowly as we continued to kiss, I unbuttoned each button in a slow methodical way, trying not to rush when I really wanted to just rip his shirt madly off him.
I just love it when I get down to the buttons at the bottom of his shirt that are ever so close to his zipper. But despite my yearnings, I waited to touch him there. I wanted to slowly take his shirt off and inch it away from his broad shoulders and off his muscular arms.
Those were the shoulders I had leaned on so often. Those were the arms that hugged me so tightly and the shoulders from which I drew so much needed support in times of duress. No wonder, I wanted this man close to me tonight!
After undoing his cuff buttons, I pulled the shirt off him and dropped it to the floor. Then with my thumbs, I raised up his undershirt up, letting my fingers touch him ever so lightly on the sides of his body gently tracing his obliques up to his shoulders and then over his head.
My hands came back down and caressed his beautiful face and I again kissed him passionately. My hands continued to move back down his chest and fell to rest on his nipples for a moment, but then I began caressing them.
I hear an inner moan as I play with his nipples with my fingers, circling them ever so gently, rubbing them up and down, and then pressing my lips on the right nipple and tickle it
with my tongue. My mouth opens and I take the right nipple into my mouth and suck on it, rub my tongue on it, nibble it, and then release it...when I hear another soft moan.
My attention then goes to the left nipple and I suck on it for a few minutes, as my hands slide down to his crotch to feel the bulge which is getting bigger with every suck. He is now kissing the back of my neck which sends chills up and down my spine. His hands begin to grope for my breasts and when he finds them, he gently massages them as if they were his gift.
Slowly savoring his crotch, I caress him through his pants. Resisting my urges no more, I drop to my knees and put my mouth close to his cock. I open my mouth and take a deep breath. Then I gently blow my hot breath against his ever hardening cock.
My hands attend to his belt, undoing it...and then I open his pants by releasing the hooks. My mouth is still close to his crotch as I slowly undo the zipper right in front of my face. His cock is let loose from the imprisonment of his pants and his crisp white cotton boxers.
This is such an exciting moment for both of us that we both sway a little as his big penis is exposed in the candlelight. He watches me as I concentrate on a most glorious sight...an erect cock emerging, strong and hard and ready for action.
Quickly I pull his pants and underwear to the floor. He steps out of his shoes and I finish the derobbing by helping him out of the last of his clothing, handsome as it was. Still on my knees, I take his cock with my mouth and suck his shaft with the kinds of wet strokes that I know he adores. I have such an oral fixation that I am always delighted to go down on him, something I could literally do for hours.
But after a few minutes, his cock is throbbing and pulsing madly in my mouth. He steps back and reaches down and lifts me up, until we are eye to eye. He kisses me deeply, extending his tongue down my throat, which excites me more and adds to my wetness.
He loosens my silk robe and slides it to the floor and pulls me close to him as his mouth finds my breasts. I am melting, and I am sure that there is a puddle beneath me!
Ah yes, it is Saturday of a long holiday weekend and the night is already full of romance. Our passion for another will carry us through until morning. Sleep can wait, but I cannot!
Ecstasy shall be mine tonight!
Scarlett
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The Reconciliation
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Posted:Aug 24, 2008 1:58 pm
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A vacation planned, yet only one could go. Things had been going really good between the two, until about four days before he was to leave. Why wasn't she going too? Work...always lately it seems, work.
What happened in the four days before? Tension like nobody could believe had set in. Nothing either did seem right in the eyes of the other. Was it because he would be five hours away in another state and she was left behind? Was it just the confusion of neither being able to effectively communicate thoughts and feelings to the other? Or was there some other underlying issue?
He leaves, but all is still not good. It seems like a roadblock has set in. But they couldn't leave things like that for long. A roadblock can eventually lead to various kinds of problems. Doing things you later regret, festering of things unsettled. After all didn't everybody tell them the most important thing to keep a marriage strong was communication???
Neither seems to know how to budge. An overcast and in some places rainy weekend has set in. Isn't this the kind of weekend meant to be shared with the one and only one you love?
As communication begins to set in, she realizes somebody must make a move before it's too late.....hoping it's not already too late. So one afternoon she throws some clothes into a bag, not knowing if she even brought things that match or shoes to go along with them. All at home is situated and she impulsively jumps into the car to head five hours and another state away.
He doesn't know she's coming. He doesn't know that during one of her chores to keep busy of the special things that she had found and packed. Yes, she has her usual bag of clothes but this time, there is another bag to hopefully resolve the hurt and the pain they have caused each other recently.
It's 11pm and she pulls into the parking lot of the condo. Which condo is he in? She pulls her email, there it is: Villa 145. As she pulls into a vacant parking spot next to his car, she takes a deep breath. What if he slams the door in her face? After all, she didn't tell him she was coming. And they way they had parted company back in the city, she was not sure how he would react to her surprise.
She goes to the trunk and pulls out the 2nd bag...the bag of clothes can wait. OK, deep breath...I'm at the door. Just knock!
As the door is opened, I can't determine from the surprised look in his eye if he is glad to see me or not. However, he doesn't slam the door in my face. Whew, she releases a deep breath. One step passed!
I notice that he has started growing a goatee since he has been down here without me. I call it his beach fuzz, something he does every now and then. I think it is so sexy, although I understand why he cannot keep it very long in his line of high powered senior executive consulting, investment banking, and deal brokering. But tonight, that scraggly look of newly grown short whitish facial hair makes me want him even more!
A few more hesitant moments pass, maybe just a few seconds, although they seem to last a lifetime, then we hug.....a deep warm caress that seems to totally consume us both. We back away and look deeply into each other's eyes with that look of acceptance that spouses are supposed to share more regularly than we have recently.
Another deep breath and then that first kiss...it begins slowly. Each trying to make a memory out of the other's lips. Then it becomes deeper. Our tongues touch slightly, then move to a deeper wetter kiss, the kind shared by familiar lovers, knowing just how to kiss their partner in that very special way. I begin to melt. My knees almost buckle as I become engulfed in this kiss. Finally we break. Neither knows what to say. I take another deep breath and walk towards the living room of the condo and sit down on the couch.
We sit together, looking one another in the eyes, and talk for a few minutes. Despite the hour, I'm wide awake just as he is. He then notices the 1 bag....something rather odd for me. I tell him that I have another in the car, but it can wait. He offers to go get it, but I tell him to leave it. I have all I need for the night in the one bag, if I'm welcome to stay.
Knowing me well as only a caring husband can know a wife, he asks if I would like a shower to relax after such a late drive. I accept, go into the master bedroom, but before shutting the door, I ask him to stay in the living room until I call for him.
He easily agrees and gives me a wink that sends shivers all over my body.
I go into the bedroom, noticing the dishevled sheets and covers, and giggle silently to myself. No man ever makes a bed when he is alone. I close the door and reach into my bag. I pull out some candles. I set them around the room and put one in the bathroom. I take lavender scent and sprinkle the sheets which I've
straightened up to try to look crisp. On either bedside table I set out lotions and oils that will hopefully be used. The TV is then set to a relaxation music channel.
Done! Now into the shower. I stand under the hot water and let it relax my tense bones. I wish he were in here, scrubbing my back and washing my hair. Showering together is one of the most sensuous things we have ever shared. Memories of our first trip to the beach pop into my head, and my body tingles as I recall that time when he ravished me right there in the shower while the warm water added steam to that moment of shared passion!
Once done showering and drying off, I find a black teddy and put it on. After all, a girl needs to look her best. I feel sexier than I have in a long time. Could that have been part of the tensions between us? I put a scented lotion on and I start lighting the candles, followed by turning out the lights.
I prop up pillows behind me and call him. He has turned off the TV and the lights in the other parts of the condo, as if reading my mind. As he walks in, he slightly gasps approvingly, puts his lips together and slowly nods.
It's then I tell him I hope he doesn't mind, but I've made a few adjustments. He's fine with them. He comes to my side of the bed and sits down. He notices the bottles of oils and lotions and smiles at me. I tell him I know he may have experienced a bit of cabin fever and those are there if he thinks he needs to help relax and that I want to help him relax and feel loved and accepted again.
He says he does need that kind of attention. I indicate it will be better if he takes his clothes off. He gladly obliges. Once he has disrobed, I begin lightly touching his body. While on his tummy I run my fingers across the broad width of his shoulders, then down his spine to the top of his buttocks.
Back and forth, top to literally bottom. I caress and massage his butt cheeks and legs. Now that he is used to the touch of my fingers on his body, I put some oil on my hands and start a deeper massage......the backs of his arms down to his fingertips. We must not forget the
fingertips....those same fingertips that he uses to drive me absolutely crazy!
He rolls over. Again I lightly touch his nipples and slightly caress them. He takes a slight intake of breath, then blows it out slowly. I play with his chest hair, one of my favorite playgrounds. And as he relaxes, I move my fingers ever so slightly from the top of his chest to just above his cock. I notice a few pulses in the cock, but keep moving down his legs to his toes. Like the fingers, we can't forget the toes.
Now comes the oil. Again, as I slowly massage the nipples and down to the area above his cock, I notice it is becoming harder. I'm starting to
feel wet. I can feel my own nipples becoming erect.
I ask if he minds if I take off the teddy. He replies no, so off it comes. As I'm working on his chest, he takes those magical fingertips of his and starts lightly touching the inside of my thighs.
I feel my body beginning to move in rhythm to his touch. He slowly enters my pussy....I'm so wet now, I can't stand it.
He takes his other hand and starts to massage my right nipple. My breathing suddenly becomes more rapid and shallow!
OK, I'm supposed to pleasure him, that was my plan, but I may explode soon! As he is rubbing my clit and massaging my nipple, I am massaging his nipple and cock. It has become rock hard.
At this point, I lay down on the bed and spread my legs as he moves on top of me. His cock is so hard and I'm so wet, he gingerly slips it into me. My insides are throbbing with desire! It seems the harder he penetrates, the wetter I become. He pulls my legs up and is pounding me.
My ears are burning so much I know I'm going to
be deaf...but what a way to become deaf!! I have an orgasm. He puts my legs down and keeps pounding me. Gets to the right angle, I massage his nipples, his face is in deep concentration. He pounds! And pounds! And pounds! I can
tell he's about to explode!!!!! All of the sudden he stops, takes a gasp of air, stays in the same position, another gasp of air all the while his sweet male juices are flooding my insides.
He collapses on top of me. When he looks up, two smiles meet. He rolls over. By now we are both hot and sweaty with heat and passion.
A few minutes pass and then he rolls over facing me. We kiss a deep throaty kiss. Tongues entwined. Slowly his hand goes down between my legs. I'm aching....not from the pounding I just took, but from anxiousness of what is about to happen. As the kiss lightens, I roll my head back and a sound of pleasure escapes. He then rubs the area next to my clit. Oh my God!! This is too much......I look at him and tell him I'm going to squirt.
He gets that gleam in his eye and says, "Of course, it's now your turn!" As he massages my clit, he slowly moves his face down between my legs. I begin rubbing both of my nipples. They
are rock hard!
I tell him it's coming, it's coming, it's coming NOW!!! All of the sudden I squirt. His mouth eagerly awaits. This is probably the most intense orgasm I've had in a very long time. I'm motionless, exhausted, satiated and very much in love with this man.
As he crawls back to lay beside me, he props up and just looks at me silently and so lovingly. I come back to earth to find him satiated with a smile on his face. We both smile and lightly kiss. He then cradles me next to him.
Usually at this point we both want a wash cloth, but not tonight. Nothing is going to break the bond that we are sharing right now! Now, this is what marriage is supposed to be like, loving one another, not fighting and ripping one another apart.
As we lay there, sleep begins to creep upon us. He rolls over and then with one arm brings me next to him. Spoon! We're going to spoon, for a bit. As we fall asleep next to each other, a very peaceful calm comes over us.
Hopefully this is the beginning of our next chapter and we can move away from the previous one that was filled with way too much discord.
He is my soul mate, my best friend, my lover and my husband. I feel so safe in his arms.
And I am so glad I made the long drive over to the beach tonight to put my reconciliation plan into action.
When a couple shares love and communicates that love, their lives begin to move in synch with one another. And nothing feels better than to be in unison with another human being that you care so deeply about.
Sweet dreams, my love, this chapter is for you!
Scarlett
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The Island Masseuse
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Posted:Aug 23, 2008 3:25 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2010 6:52 pm
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It had been a hectic week already, and both my husband and I needed a break from the incessant hustle and busy-ness of the big city. We had planned to go down to our beach condo together on Friday afternoon, but his Thursday appointments all were canceled so he headed down a day early to get in an extra round of golf. I would follow when I completed the affairs on my own calendar.
Not long after his departure, I begin to miss him already, and suddenly a wicked notion popped into my head. I decided to surprise him, and I impulsively drove down to to the island later that same day without his knowing it. Only I did not go directly to our condo, but instead I checked into the Ritz, the nicest hotel on the island. I generously tipped a bellman and instructed him to go to a certain address nearby and to tell the man that answered the door that a mystery lady desired a full body massage in Room 969 of the Ritz.
Being ever the curious and obedient partner in our own little mystery theatre, my husband began to get suspicious who would be bidding for such unexpected intimate attention from him, a clue made even more clear by seeing my car in the parking garage when you drive over to the Ritz, full of anticipation of what might unfold this evening.
With that set-up as our preamble, now the story changes, as often is the case in our intimate drama productions, and my husband will become its narrator and will begin to tell what transpired that evening in the first person instead of me, as if I were just a mere spectator and not the author or the heroine of this novella.
Here is the recollection of this secret rendezvous of passion told from my husband's perspective as its protagonist since it was if it were a dream to me, something that I vaguely remember happening (or did it?), but need someone else to recall the details:
Act 1, Scene 1, my husband enters the lobby of the Ritz. This script is his version of what transpired that most memorable night on the island.
And so he writes......
Responding to the bellman's instructions, I take the elevator to the 9th floor, finding room 969 at the end of the hallway, with the door cracked open slightly. There is only candlelight as I enter the room to see a woman laying naked face down on the king sized bed. Who could this be? Why, it is Scarlett, my beloved wife, but I surmise that I am not supposed to know her and that I must remain in character for the events that are soon to unfurl.
"Madame, your man servant that you beckoned has arrived," I tell her as I quietly close and lock the door behind me.
From across the room, I gaze at your sexy naked body and that beautiful sexy ass on the bed. I try to hide my delight at seeing you and have to contain my lust. I decide that since you started this fantasy, I need to play along, at least for awhile. I start getting really horny because it has been so long since we played with this kind of desire and passion. I begin thinking about how lucky I am to get to massage such a gorgeous and amazingly sexy woman. I am so excited at the chance to be with such a smoking hot woman. I definitely want to give her more than just the standard hotel massage that she had ordered.
My heart races as I begin to think about how much I love the idea that we are in complete privacy in some place new to us. While everyone outside the door believes that I am just giving you an innocent massage, I am getting excited at the idea of slowly turning you on before completely devouring you and making you feel amazingly feminine. I am secretly hoping that you will be interested in returning the favor...while it remains our little secret there in Room 969.
Playing the role of a masseuse from the hotel spa to the hilt, I decide to risk my job by creating a couple of choices for you. I walk over to the bed and begin rubbing oil over your shoulders and back, and begin to explain that I can give you several different kinds of massages...rated from "G" to "XXX", and that I recommend the "XXX" for someone as lovely and as special as you!
You seem reluctant at first, but I offer to give you a sample, and if you do not enjoy it, you can change your mind at any time during our session.
I start massaging your shoulders and the back of your neck, followed by gentle kisses and nibbles. I tell you to close your eyes, relax and enjoy, because I want to make you feel incredible. I softly, slowly, slide my hands up your back. I follow my hands with my mouth, kissing the back of your neck and behind your ears. I love the smell of your hair, and I start to get really turned on. As I nibble on your ear, you feel my hot breath on the back of your ears and on your neck and shoulders, then gentle bites to your neck and shoulders which make your entire body shiver. I slide my tongue down the middle of your back against your soft skin, inch by inch, as my hands slide down to massage your ass. My tongue slides down your body, over your ass, kissing, sucking and gently nibbling on your soft skin, until my tongue lightly glides down the crack of your ass.
I slide the tips of my fingers gently up the back of your thighs and over your ass, then massage one cheek at a time, squeezing each cheek at the same time with both hands, spreading your cheeks apart as my tongue continues to lightly slide up and down the middle of your ass.
As I massage your cheeks, I begin to suck, kiss, lick and gently nibble all over each cheek, before moving down your sexy body.
My mouth slowly slides down the back of your right thigh, all the way down to your ankle, then back up to top of your left thigh, down to your other ankle. After a nice foot massage, applying pressure with my thumb on the inside of the arch of your foot, and massaging each toe. I spread your legs and slowly slide my tongue up the inside of your left thigh all the way up to your pussy, lightly sliding my tongue across your pussy and down the inside of your right thigh.
You turn over and I spread your legs wide apart, slowly licking back up the inside of your left thigh as I approach your pussy, still smooth from a recent Brazilian wax and shave job that I had performed on your just a day or two before.
I take a moment to enjoy looking at you this way, with your sweet pussy just inches away from my face and mouth...so close, you can feel my hot breath on your clit and it fills with anticipation.
I gently glide the tip of my tongue along the outside of your pussy lips, slowly all the way up the left side and back down the right side, then I stop and admire your sweet pussy, as I lightly blow on it, with my face an inch away. I extend my tongue for one last gentle lick up the center, tasting your sweet pussy juices.
Mmmmmmmmm! You are so delicious. It is a flavor etched into my memory, and the mere recollection of your taste and your aroma excites me and my cock grows harder within my shorts! What a plesant surprise!!
Then I slowly slide my torso up your body, gently running the tips of my fingers over your soft skin, up your stomach to your beautiful huge tits and over your rock hard nipples. Your nipples stand so tall when erect, and as usual, are instantly responsive to my touch, increasing your wetness below. I then lick my way up your body as my mouth slides up your stomach and I play with your nipples some more, running my fingers gently over them. I lightly pinch each nipple, while I run my tongue up between your breasts, and whisper, “Watch me suck your nipples.”
Looking up at you, my lips slide down to your left nipple, first gliding my tongue around it in a circle, then over to your right nipple. For some reason, your right breast seems to get the most attention. Maybe that is why “she” is so responsive to me. I have to tell you how much I love your gorgeous tits.
I slowly roll off to the right side of you, my usual positioning, and my hand begins to glide down to your pussy, as I begin to squeeze your right breast and massage your nipple some more. I raise myself so I can suck your left nipple, my tongue licking the tip as it hardens in my mouth, as my fingers slide in and out of your pussy.
I suck hard as my lips tighten around it licking and gently nibbling, while I lightly pinch your other nipple. I love playing with your nipples. You seem to be enjoying this fondling tonight more than usual. Maybe it is the setting. Maybe it is the role playing. But maybe it is our love for one another underlying the lust of the moment. Whatever the reason, we seem to be back in synch with one another like when we first met and soon married. At least for these moments of pleasure, we are in unison again!
I bring my fingers to your lips, and slide them slowly and gently into your mouth and you suck them, as I being to slide another finger into your asshole, while I play with your pussy with my thumb. My fingers slide into your pussy and ass simultaneously and you begin to moan and groan with pleasure, As you suck hard on my fingers, I suck one of your breasts inside of my mouth, as much as I can hold because your bosom is like Mount Everest, while my tongue plays with your nipple.
I slowly kiss my way down your body again and plunge my tongue into your hot wet pussy, spreading your legs, wrapping my arms around your hips and lifting your pussy into my mouth. You always taste so good! I could lick you all night long!! And we both know that I have!!!
I push my face and my tongue deep inside of you, slowly sliding my tongue from top to bottom, licking and sucking, deeper and deeper. I spread your pussy and lick your clit with my tongue going around in circles. Next I begin to suck hard on your clit as my lips tighten around it. You moan even louder and your hips start humping my mouth, almost an involuntary reaction to the ecstasy that is flowing throughout your body.
The tip of my tongue pushes against your engorged clit with rapid and hard flicks of my tongue, licking you up and down until I feel you quiver and scream as you cum hard, squirting your delicious juices into my mouth and all over my face. And we are just getting started because I want to make you cum as many times as possible.
I turn you back over, lift up your hips as you slide up your knees doggie style, so I have the perfect view of your sexy ass. You look so sexy with your back arched and your sexy ass in perfect display.
I ask you to grab your ass cheeks and spread them apart, and I take a moment to enjoy the view of your amazing ass. My cock is throbbing because it is rock hard and I want you so badly, but this moment is all about you. I slowly inch my mouth closer until I can lightly lick you, up and down, as you can barely feel the tip of my hot tongue slowly leaving a hot wet trail.
I spread your ass cheeks wide apart, and lick your asshole lightly at first, but I gradually lick you harder and harder. I tell you to reach back with your hands as your face rests on the pillow and spread your ass cheeks wide for me. As I slide my fingers underneath and into your wet pussy, I press my tongue into your asshole.
My fingers slide in and out of your dripping wet pussy, as I lick, suck and nibble up and down your smooth hot vagina.
Your head is on the pillow, your back is arched and your ass is high in the air as you are spreading your cheeks. I lean back for a few seconds to admire the view of your spread ass cheeks, before I lick your pussy again and again and then I slide my tongue all the way up to your asshole, up and down, over and over.
Then I turn around and lay on my back, sliding my face between your legs, grab your ass cheeks and pull your pussy down to my mouth and waiting tongue. I squeeze your cheeks as my tongue pushes hard against your clit, licking you as deep as my tongue will go, up and down, swallowing your sweet juices. You sit up and press your pussy into my mouth, rocking your hips as you fuck my tongue in this controlling positin. And then you suddenly shudder and scream and cum, squirting again in my mouth and all over my face. Is there no end to your ability to have hot wet orgasms over and over? No wonder you are my personal porn queen, Scarlett The Starlet we call you in the business!
You lay back down and turn over onto your back, and I straddle your stomach. I take off my shirt, take your hands and rub them along my chest. My nipples are just as sensitive as yours, and knowing that, you touch them gently, making then firm and taut. I take your hands off of my stomach and press them against the rock hard bulge in my shorts.
I stand up and slide my shorts off, as my cock is stiff and throbbing, being at full mast already. I kneel down straddling your stomach, take your hand, wrap it around my hard cock and squeeze your hand tight. No erection should ever be wasted, especially when they appear so infrequently lately.
I lean forward and whisper in your ear, "Now it is my turn so I am going to lay on my back, put my hands behind my head and I want you to use my mouth and cock for your absolute pleasure, like your own personal sex toys."
I begin to wonder how you will give yourself pleasure, as I am laying on the bed, on my back, naked, hands resting above my head, with a rock hard cock just inches from your prespiring body.
As much as you want me at this moment, you remind me that you are the one who hired the masseuse and that you should be the one taken care of. So I remain in control of my desires since it is my responsibility to serve you and to please you. Hmmmmm, am I your husband or your masseuse I ponder, as the duties of each seem to converge?
I straddle your stomach, and slide up your body, sliding my rock hard cock between your breasts, squeezing them together and I slide the full length of my cock between your humongous tits.
The head of my cock reaches your lips, and you lightly kiss the tip of my cock. Your soft lips feel so good and I slide up your body, put a pillow behind your head and begin to slide my cock into your mouth.
I first just slide the head in and you suck it gently, then I pull it out and back in a little deeper until it is halfway inside your mouth, as your sexy lips suck it. I slide it in faster and deeper, in and out as you suck on it harder and harder.
I am so turned on watching your lovely face and sexy lips suck my cock as you look up at me lovingly. Or is that the look of pure lust?
I pull my cock in and out and you to start to lick it harder and faster. Then I put the head in front of your lips, slowly sliding the entire length of my shaft slowly up your face, so that you lick it from top to bottom.
You lick and suck my balls as I slide up your face, and I moan with pleasure.
Your mouth feels so good. I have always thought your mouth was the devil's playground because it was so sensuous!
I turn around in a 69 position, matching your room number, place my cock back in your mouth, and start kissing your stomach, moving down to your pussy. As you suck on my rock hard cock, I spread your pussy lips and begin to suck on your clit while my fingers slide in and out of your soaking wet pussy.
We roll over so you are back on top in a 69 position,, and I grab your ass cheeks and take a moment to admire another view of your beautiful ass as I spread your cheeks apart.
I pull your hips back to my mouth and I lift my head to lick your asshole, as my fingers slide in and out of your pussy. I lick you up and down as you grab my cock but your mouth cannot quite reach me in this position, so you stroke my cock with your hand while I slide my tongue up and down your ass before sliding down to your pussy. Your body slides forward, and you begin sucking hard on my cock.
I spread your sweet pussy lips while my tongue licks you deeper and deeper, sucking and licking. I suck your clit, wrap my lips around and press my tounge against it, licking and sucking, faster and faster until I feel you body quiver and you cum yet again. You taste so sweet. I could lick you all night but you already know that!
Your sweet juices cover my face, and I push your hips down as you straddle my body and your pussy approaches my cock. You grab my cock and guide it towards your pussy as you slide down and get ready to ride me.
You guide my rod deep inside of you, forgetting that I am the one who is supposed to be servicing you! You rock back and forth, switch angles and go up and down. You lean back, bracing yourself with your hands and arms behind your back. My thumb finds your clit, and as you gyrate on top of me, my fingers and thumb massage your red hot clit until it explodes again and again!
Exhausted and satiated, you roll back over on your back, and pull me over on top of you. I am still hard, harder than I have been in a long time. I enter you as your spread your legs and hold them up in the air. You moan your approval. You are so friggin’ wet, not to mention soft and warm. I stop thrusting to kiss your moist lips. Oh, I do love kissing you so much. Our tongues dance together, and then our lower bodies begin to move in unison too!
We find that special angle when I can thrust myself deep inside of you, being close enough to touch and suck your breasts and to kiss your full hot wet lips. You feel my cock growing hotter and larger inside of you, and you moan to express your growing excitement, followed by a deep, hard tongue filled wet kiss. You feel me beginning to throb more strongly, and you tell me, “Give it to me darling. I want to feel you spew inside of me! I want you and I need so much!!”
A few minutes more of these close intimate thrusts and suddenly my hips raise up and I explode several times deep inside of you. Pulsing and burning, I moan and groan but you shriek with delight, saying “Cum to momma darling! That’s what I have been waiting for!”
You enjoy this experience as much as I do, and you feel warm, not just in your pussy from my cum fluids, but in your heart, because you made your man cum and that makes you feel good and feminine and attractive and desirable.
And no words need to be spoken but we both understood the significance of what had just happened between, and masseuse in play, but husband and wife in reality!
As I lay my head down on your chest, collapsing in a warm after glow, you wrap your arms tenderly around me and say, “Yes, that XXX massage was indeed the right choice! Thank you sir!”
I roll over and start to get up, when you grab my hand and tell me that there is a bigger tip and bonus for me if I stay the night.
I wrap my arms around you, kiss you several more times. Slowly our bodies become entwined like pretzels as we drift off to sleep, happy, safe and secure with one another once again.
The End. Curtain closes to thundering applause from the audience!
And then in the morning, with the sun creeping through the draperies here at the Ritz, I wake up all alone, wondering about this marvelous dream that I must have had last night and perplexed as to why the sheets are so wet.
So I get up, call room service to order coffee and an English muffin, and head over to my laptop to pen yet another story while the memories of this dream are still fresh and vibrant.
I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did!
Scarlett
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