The door closed with a dull thud. A similar thud was heard when my head hit the desk. How the fuck did I end up like this?
My marriage to Cathy was comfortable; there were not a lot of demands placed on either of us. Besides who needs that kind of drama anyway? The kids were grown and out the door. Life was pretty mellow. Our sex life reflected that - pretty vanilla, we had sex 2 to 3 times a month, standard fare. We kissed, we fondled, I went down on her until she came, we fucked, I came. One cum each, which was the way it had been for years. Oh I got a little oral sex, usually just to get me wet or keep me lubed when we changed positions. Since her hysterectomy she didn't lubricate naturally very well.
Now I really liked oral sex (Hey I'm a guy - so sue me). And early in our marriage Cathy liked it too. But once the kids came the oral sex diminished as far as her giving to me. I still went down on her while she pretty much cut me back to getting me up and keeping it wet. She just wasn't interested in crossing the finish line with me. Although I have to admit that I was on the receiving end of a complete blowjob from her at my office on my last birthday.
She surprised me by calling to say she was bringing me lunch. She apologized for not bringing a gift and asked if I wanted anything in particular. So I asked her for a blowjob. She thought I was joking, I said I wasn't. The subject was dropped and we ate lunch. When we were through she got up to leave and walked to the door. She stood there pausing for a moment then turned and walked back into my office. She spun my chair around (yes, I was in it) and dropped to her knees.
"OK. How do we do this?" I knew that even the slightest delay might result in a change of mind so I stood and unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to the floor my briefs following them down. I sat in my chair, I was already fully erect. Cathy stroked her fingers slowly around my cock and balls. You could've taken my pulse by the throbbing jerks of my cock.
She was doing some fingertip twirlly things that were ratcheting up the pressure dramatically [Now, she had long ago developed a great touch for stimulating me. Most of the time this stimulation took place in the dark, or beneath the sheets, always with me flat on my back. But as I sat there watching I swear she had never done these particular motions before -it was that different.]
She lowered her head and began to lick around the tip of my cock. Precum was starting to flow and she kept it licked up. Her mouth opened wider and soon she was bobbing slowly up and down. I was in heaven. The pressure of her mouth was light enough that I knew it would take me a long time to come - which was just fine with me. She lifted her head up and looked up smiling. Her hands went to work jacking me off. "Sorry - my mouth is getting tired. I guess it's been awhile." Her expression was little on the sheepish side. I didn't want to put her off so I just smile, panted deeply and breathed that 'this is great.' And it was.
Her hand and tongue work were having the desired effect and I could feel my orgasm be to develop deep within. As the pressure mounted my breathing became labored and my whole body was flailing about. I was getting close, real close. I wasn't sure if Cathy was planning on me coming in her mouth. When blowjobs had been a regular part of our sexlife I always came in her mouth - and then she would spit it out. So I wanted to come in her mouth, I needed to come in her mouth.
She was focused on the head of my cock as I lightly touched the back of her head and pushed. She got the idea and took me in her mouth. I came. I roared with release. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. No kidding. I was pumping great gobs of come into her mouth and throat. She started to cough and gag. Come was pumping out of my cock and flying out of her mouth. When I was finally able to focus again Cathy was already engaged in clean-up. Strings and splatters of cum were everywhere. Her face, her hair, her clothes. My cock, crotch, and clothes were likewise sprayed.
"I take it you liked that?" Cathy asked innocently.
"Oh God! You have no idea how incredible that was!"
"Yes I think I do. I'm used to the amount you ejaculate. This was a lot more."
I smiled triumphantly in pure penis pride. I may be smaller than average in size. But I'm way over average in load volume. Hey you take your strong points where you have them. Cathy smiled at the look on my face. I asked if I could ink her in for another day. She just smiled. When she had finished cleaning her clothing as best she could she left.
That was awhile ago. Our sexlife returned quickly to its previous status quo. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the loss of the spontaneity of that afternoon. I began to wonder what it would be like to have a wildly spontaneous sexual experience with someone else. I read plenty of erotic stories on the web, but fooling around is not my style. Still I had my fantasies.
I was working alone in my office when I heard someone approaching rapidly through the brush. I could hear a woman's voice, she seemed to be in some kind of pain. The front door flew open (I never lock it) and a pleasant looking thirty-something or more blonde hopped and wiggled across the room. "Make it stop biting me. Make it stop!" Before I could respond she was pulling off her hiking boots. I noticed that she had great legs - long and lean, good muscle tone. She stood and began to unbutton her shorts.
"Ahh, excuse Miss, but what... '
"Damn it, a tick or something is biting the shit out of me and I can't get at it." She pulled her shorts down and stepped out of them. She straightened up just enough to grab the waist band of her panties, white cotton, bikini cut, and pull them down too. She cleared some papers off of my desk and sat down in front me placing her feet on the arms of my chair. I was stunned. Just inches from my face was a nearly hairless pussy fully exposed to me. I hadn't seen a strange one in the flesh since I married Cathy.
"Ow! C'mon and find what's biting me. Shit it hurts!" I bent closer to her and looked - slowly. "Quit looking at my pussy and find that fucking tick!"
"I'm sorry Miss but I don't see it." What I did see was a vision of absolute loveliness. The pale white skin of her hips and pelvis mounded prominently to her nearly hairless mons. A few wisps of soft blonde hair did absolutely nothing to cover her cunt. From the middle of her mons a line formed that deepened as it reached the top of her vagina. Her thin outer labia were blushing, just beginning to swell and part. The crease of her cunt terminated just above the brown rose of her anus. Her womanly fragrance filled my nostrils and clouded my thinking.
"No shit sherlock! I could have gotten it if it was on the outside. OW! It's inside me. C'mon, this is killing me." Killing you, I'm thinking I've died and gone to heaven. I summoned what vestiges of professionalism I could. "Yes, of course. It's inside your cu... your vagina. I'm sorry Miss but I will have to touch you in a rather intimate fashion. Please understand that..." She placed her hands on each side of her cunt and pulled her lips apart. A coral cavern was revealed to me. Her womanly fragrance intoxicated me. "Quit fucking around and reach in and find it." So I did.
I pushed a finger slowly inside her. Deep inside her. I began to slowly move my finger around, twisting, probing, feeling. She was getting wet, real wet. I've heard that when doctors give women gyno-exams they ignore any response from the woman - professionalism and everything. Well I wasn't a doctor and her wetness and aroma were turning me on tremendously. I continued to probe inside her. I didn't dare look her in the face when I suggested that a second finger might help. I simply pushed another finger into her. I could hear her panting. My ring finger was pressed against her perineum and my little finger was pressing against her anus. My thumb was resting near the top of her inner labia. I could feel the bundle of flesh and nerves that was her clitoris.
"I can't seem to feel it along the sides I need to leverage my fingers up so that I can feel the roof of your vagina." When I heard her breathy acknowledgement I pushed my two fingers up. The ring finger pressed harder against her perineum, and the tip of my little finger pressed into the ring of her anus. I swear that I felt her anal muscles push out and then release causing my finger to ease slowly into her ass. Her breathing became suddenly louder.
"Yes. I think you're getting there. Push harder. Push harder. Oh God." I convinced myself that she was in pain and that I needed to increase my efforts. My ring finger slid up and joined the other two deep in her cunt. The motion was nearly effortless within this hot tight space, she was so damn wet. A steady trickle of her juices flowed out of her. They were coating my little finger as it sawed back and forth in her ass. She was dripping onto my desk.
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