Taking Her to Him

Of course, when we arrive at a lover's house, we both know that there will be sex between them. That doesn't mean that she is ready, although sometimes she is. However, a couple of the guys just seem to know what to do. A gentle hug and a kiss usually start things off, and some quiet conversation, maybe even lunch or dinner. During that time, they will start to get in tune. A little flirting, maybe some touching. Her body language will start saying what she is thinking, and his calming words will start seeping into her mind. Words that make her understand that she is safe with him. As the gentle words seep in, she will often move closer to him. Maybe even a kiss and more caresses.

In the comfort of his living room, he will begin to become more aggressive. Turning her to face me and cupping her breasts. He kisses her neck and the easy smile that comes to her lips tells of her defenses dropping. She looks up with dreamy far away eyes as he begins undressing her and piece by piece, she lets him remove each garment. By the time her panties are revealed, so too is a tell tale wet area between her thighs. He continues with the slow kisses to her neck, the big hand down the front of her panties and the strong but gentle grip that seems to have her trapped.

She doesn't want to get away though. As he removes her panties, she works eagerly at his belt and it does not take her long to expose his thick cock. Another kiss, another giggle another look from under half-closed lids, my wife has been seduced. He walks to the door of the bedroom and motions for her to follow and without a backwards glance; she floats towards that door and steps beyond the threshold. She anticipates the gentle action of his tongue, and soon enough she will have it.

I remain seated quietly on the couch in his living room, while my wife's lover leads her to his bed. I have been seduced as well, and a silly smile emerges on my face as I realize the full embodiment of the situation. The contrasting lovers, my wife, a five foot three petite brunette with full breasts, a slender waist and teardrop shaped ass and her lover Alan, a six foot five, 225 pound stud, who has sired children with six different women. This man is laying my naked wife down on his bed as I sit squeezing my hardon in the next room.

As the footsteps grow farther away I sense the direction they are going even before I hear the soft creak of the bed springs as he lay her down. Her breath suddenly draws in and I imagine that her head lifts to watch as his tongue parts her labia and finds that swollen button of her clitoris.

For the next several minutes the sounds ebb and flow with spikes of her guttural gasps as he hits the spot at intervals that cause her juices to flow freely. This goes on for an amazing length of time. It is no wonder that she enjoys this man, yet there is more to come.

Squeaking springs once more, only more this time, and it is evident that he has positioned himself in the center of the bed. More squeaking and I know that she has mounted him for a sixty-nine. Her hairless pussy will soon he riding his face and her hand, by now, has gripped his thick shaft. Her fingers do not quite touch and she playfully strokes it to full erection as she gazes at this plaything in her hand.

From memory of watching her do this I see that she is getting herself ready for what comes next. She does this thing with her tongue, rolling it around the head and coating it with her saliva then plunging down on it.

The next several minutes lapse into an indeterminable amount of time as the springs keep rhythm to the slurps then grunts and the moans. A quiet quiver of the spring signals her first orgasm, then the audible sigh, and I know that she has pulled her mouth off his cock until her body relaxes. He speaks soft reassuring words to her as she rides the waves of orgasmic pleasure, and the words spoken at just the right tone bring her deeper into his influence. As the waves subside, she regains her tenacity, the magic tongue circles his head once more, and once more the sounds of her bobbing head squeak the springs in that gentle rhythm. The cycles repeat, but I do not count them.

More heavy springs, lots more and by now I do not have to guess what happens next. I hear her legs spread across the sheets and more squeaks, soft voices and a nervous giggle from my beautiful wife just before her long slow moan of penetration, then nothing but the soft sounds of her breathing, coming from the far end of the room. He has settled into her, and he lets her decide when it has been enough time. His masculine chuckle tells me that she has already had yet another orgasm, even before he starts his thrusts. Then I hear the long slow expressions of the bedsprings as he begins fucking my wife. The sounds of her passion thrill me, and this is not the last time I will bring her to him.