It was two on a Saturday afternoon and I was replaying my previous night and morning with Carly in my mind. She had been my ex-wife's lawyer and I was starting to think she was the only good thing to come out of the marriage. I had just awakened from a nap and was absentmindedly playing with my dick when my cell phone rang. It was Carly.
I answered her call and she said, "I need you to come to my house early. You need to fuck me before we go out tonight and I need to tell you about my confrontation with my boss over your ex's photos. Bring your clothes for tonight and tomorrow. Hurry. Bye."
Good news, (hurry up and fuck her), bad news, (confrontation with boss)? Why would a confrontation with her boss make her horny?
I threw together a toiletries bag and a gym bag with underwear and socks and the next day's clothes. I grabbed the hangers with my clothes for our concert that night and in less than twenty minutes I was on my way to Carly's.
She greeted me at the door wearing only a t-shirt. She helped me put my stuff away then removed her shirt and jumped into bed. It took me ten seconds to get as naked as she was and jump into bed with her. We lay on our sides and kissed as she draped a leg over my hip and urged my cock into her pussy. As soon as she was satisfied we were fully coupled she allowed herself a deep sigh.
'You wont believe how much I have wanted you in me all day. I am stunned by that fact myself; it is a weird thing for a lesbian to want. There have been just two cocks in me before, the first was at a graduation party from high school and the second was at the graduation party from the university. Neither was memorable except for some pain and discomfort and they convinced me that all men are selfish pigs.
Your cock is bigger than the others but you made sure I did not hurt and made sure I had an orgasm. In fact you have already given me more orgasms than anyone ever has during a single day. I hope you will not tire of me too soon, I love making love with you."
She gave me a soft kiss and said, "Thank you; you can fuck me now."
I rolled her onto her back and fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes as I rained kisses on her. Just as she was about to cum I stopped and kissed her softly until her breathing returned to normal then I resumed my slow fuck. I wanted a monumental orgasm from Carly. I wanted her at the edge of the cliff until she could fly.
I put off answering the question as to why that was so important to me.
It took about thirty minutes but I had her gasping for air as she tried to fuck me harder from under my body. I stopped completely until I felt her level of frustration reach a peak then fucked her hard and fast. Her orgasm was spectacular. Her body went into spasms as she screamed louder than such a small woman seemed capable of doing. She squirted.
It took her about five minutes to recover and I resumed fucking her slowly, gently. She groaned and told me she couldn't handle another orgasm. She wanted me to cum in her, now!
I stopped, kissed her deeply, and without taking another stroke filled her pussy with my cum. I felt her pussy grab my cock as she plunged into another orgasm. She may have squirted again.
I rolled us to our sides and held her close as she started to softly sob. Soon she was asleep.
I was still kissing her softly when she awoke about ten minutes later. She beat my chest with her small fists then hugged me with surprising strength. I kept kissing her softly.
"We need to change the sheets," she said.
"We need to buy a new mattress, " I said.
She giggled and said, "I did not know I could do that, squirt. I am glad you were not completely grossed out but I am more than a little embarrassed. You need to promise me you wont take me there again."
"Sorry, no deal. I am very impressed with myself over it, that and the scream. I hope your bedroom has good sound insulation."
"Just a bit louder than a jet fighter."
She buried her face in my neck and sighed. We kissed and caressed until my cock made its involuntary exit from her pussy.
""OK, tell me what happened at work," I asked.
"Let's strip the bed first or I will really need to get a new mattress. The wet spot is getting cold anyway," she countered.
We stripped the bed and saw that the mattress was indeed wet so she got a towel and wiped over it and turned her ceiling fan on. We took our second shower of the day together with just kisses and minor groping that time.
We wore towels to her kitchen and she handed me a beer and opened one for herself. We retreated to her sofa and she began to relate her strange day at work.
"You probably noticed that I took your ex's porn pictures to work in my briefcase. I had been in my office about twenty minutes when my immediate boss, Mrs. Wilkins, called me to her office. As soon as I got there she placed the two photographs of your ex and me on her desk and asked me why she would have gotten them in the mail. I asked her if she had gotten just two because she had sent you a whole stack of them.
She was curious about the rest of the pictures and asked me to show them to her. I went to my office and got the stack but before returning to her office I took my panties off.
I had noticed that Mrs. Wilkins was unconsciously playing with a nipple as she looked at the photo of your ex-wife licking my pussy. It dawned on me that she had not made any connection between the second photo and me. Her curiosity was about your ex. The picture had made her horny.
Since she became my immediate boss I had noticed my presence tended to irritate her. That puzzled me because she had requested I be placed under her. I had also noticed she made body contact with me often. I suspected she wanted me.
As I got to her office I stopped just outside her door and looked, the hand that had been at her tit was now below her desk. I assumed she was playing with her pussy and gave her a few seconds to get more deeply into it then walked in. I went directly to a spot behind her desk and slid the pictures out on it. Her reaction to the first picture, the one with your ex and four cocks, was not the same as mine had been, I was shocked but she was intrigued.
Her hand was still below her desk but I could not see where. I got the signal I needed from her when I put my hand on her shoulder and she turned her head to caress it with her cheek. I am sure she did not realize she had done that.
I sat across from her in a low chair and hiked my dress up high enough to allow her to almost get a peek at my pussy. Her eyes darted from the pictures to my thighs. The arm below her desk was moving slowly.
I told her that you thought you ex just wanted to get the last word in but let me keep the photos just in case there was another motive.
"Sending you only just those two pictures looks more like an invitation," I said to her. "She did come on to you when you met her if I remember correctly." That was true by the way, I am sure I was your ex's second choice.
I slid forward in my chair until I knew she could see my pussy and confessed that your ex had come on to me too and had in fact asked me to keep her company at a photo shoot. I told her we thought that was the photo shoot.
Mrs. Wilkins was not listening too well by that time as she was by then staring at my pussy and masturbating under her desk. I stood and walked over to her, sat on her desk directly in front of her and bared my pussy. She groaned and dove in face first. We had simultaneous orgasms.
I coaxed her into changing places with me and I sat in her chair and devoured her pussy, it was the way she wanted it. I managed to give her a double orgasm in less than five minutes.
I made love to her pussy for another ten minutes or so until she had another orgasm. I then stood and kissed her for a while as I played with her tits, (her sundress was bunched at her waist by that time), then helped her to her desk chair. I went back to the low chair and sat leaving my pussy in plain view.
I told her that your ex had us pegged correctly. She agreed with a sigh as she made herself somewhat decent. She left a tit out for my benefit.
She asked me if that was all the pictures and for some reason I lied. I told her there was one picture you kept that was not from the photo shoot. It had your ex on her knees in bed eating a pussy as you fucked her from behind. As I had guessed her moan told me that it was a fantasy of hers too.
I stood to leave and asked her if she needed anything else. She said no thank you and asked me to put all the pictures in my files, just in case. She kept the photo of your ex looking at the camera as she licked my pussy.
She walked me to the door and was about to say something about our tryst but I kissed her lips and her exposed tit and told her anytime. She told me to call her by her first name when we were alone, Dawn.
She kissed me and squeezed my ass and told me to go home that she had a lot of work to do and would not be able to concentrate if she knew I was just down the hall."
Carly and I were fucking on her sofa by the time she finished her narrative. I managed to hang on until she had a nice orgasm.
"I take it you don't mind that I now have a female lover."
"Not at all and I am looking forward to the time you coax her into helping you fulfill your fantasy. You may promise her I will not touch her."
"I would not be upset if you fucked her. No, really"
I had given her a "Yeah, right" look. It seemed obvious to me that she would not stop me but would be hurt by it.
"And I would not be upset if when it came to be her turn to fulfill the fantasy her husband fucked you," I said as I returned her lie.
"The only cock I will ever want is the one that's in my pussy now and that is only because it is attached to you."
We were not twenty-four hours into our relationship and we had already promised to be faithful, with the one exception just for her, Dawn.
We skipped the third shower of the day and enjoyed our Saturday night date. When we returned to her home we discovered that her bed was still wet so I grabbed my toiletries bag, threw her toothbrush in it and drove us to my house.
"What am I going to do for clothes tomorrow?" she asked.
"We will not be wearing clothes tomorrow."
When I took her home Sunday night we discovered that her mattress had acquired an unpleasant odor. I told her to get what she needed for work for a couple of days and follow me home, that she needed time to give her next mattress purchase consideration.
She agreed and took home what she thought she needed. That night we valiantly tried for one last fuck but fell asleep before it could be accomplished. Having her fall asleep in my arms was more than enough of a consolation prize.
The next morning we carpooled to work and we learned that taking the HOV lane was much less nerve wracking than the freeway lanes. Her downtown office was just two blocks from mine. The only problem with our new morning routine was that our goodbye kisses in the underground garage tended to get out of hand.
Two weeks later Carly had most of her stuff in my house and we still had not shopped for a mattress.
Carly's work Saturdays had evolved into first going to Dawn's office and making love, then working in her office until Dawn came in for round two of love making. Carly came home after that and forced me to fuck her.
OK. Forced is not the right word there, urgently requested was probably closer to it. It was not an imposition on me.
Six weeks after Carly's affair with her boss began Dawn got promoted and she took Carly to the corporate law division with her. It was an up three steps promotion for Carly. Crappy divorce cases fell to someone else. The one downside for them was that their new digs prevented easy access to each other. Their new offices were on different floors.
That problem was partially solved the following weekend after we went out on a double date with Dawn and her husband. We celebrated their promotion with an unusual foursome; it involved two women and one man at a time.
Dawn's husband Dave and I were relieved to see that our women were safe from each other. We in fact loved being in bed with our respective ladies as the woman being fucked ate their pussy. We had helped things along with kisses and tit nibbles.
One of their colleagues named Lupe told Dawn and Carly about a nice place for dining and dancing, Dawn suggested we give the place a try. After dinner and a couple of dances the ladies insisted we go out to the balcony. They led us to a very dark section of the area, sat on the wall bordering a planter, bared their naked pussies and told us to fuck them. Dave appeared to be a bit reluctant but saw that Dawn was super-horny so he quickly followed instructions. Carly and I were already in mid-fuck.
The place became one of our favorite Saturday nightspots that evening.
Carly's appetite for pussy diminished as her dependency on my cock increased. We did continue to go dining and dancing at our favorite place but all of her trips to the balcony were for the express purpose of fucking me. We became voyeurs and we would often stay out there to watch others fuck and eat pussy. When invited to do so Carly did briefly lick and kiss pussy but that was rare.
Carly's meetings with Dawn in her office had evolved into quick masturbation events. Carly and Dawn sat where they could see each other's pussy and masturbated as Dawn related her newest adventure.
Dawn had become very bold in her quest for new sexual experiences and had pretty much abandoned the restaurant dance club for a club that catered to swingers. We went with them once but I was not comfortable when men made advances on Carly and she became furious when women made advances on me. We never went back.
I did not mention it to anyone but I was surprised to note that Dawn needed pussy more than Carly did. Strange world.
Carly and I became content with just being with each other. Many people thought we were married.
That gave me an idea.
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