Interlude

Interlude
I remember
the first time
I knelt behind her
In her private space
when she let me in
to her bed
her life
and her quim.

She was big.
Big round tits.
A British Standard Handful
she would joke.
Big assed
big hearted
big on fucking
in every stolen moment.

I remember
her hooded bud
her smooth
shaved
glistening lips
moist with desire
and the ease
with which I slid
deep inside of her.
She was big.
Big bummed
pale white
flabby cheeks
framing
tight cunt lips
gripping me
soft
wet
and vice like
which puckered
as I moved
in and out
and we climbed.

She was big.
Big lungs.
Noisy
and big on foul mouthed words
like
Fuck my cunt!
Give it to me hard you bastard!
Don't you dare fucking stop!
In no particular order.
And then
I'm cumming!!!
And as the bed board banged against the wall
If the neighbours were in any doubt
as to what was up
(inside her)
she wailed
long and hard
for all the terraced street to hear
as I
longing and hard
egged on by her passion
and love of fucking
took her to her
oh so public
climax.

Her appetite was big
and once was never enough
for her.
Truth to say,
half a dozen times
or more
three times a week
was normal.
Multiple screaming orgasms
impaled upon my dick
squirming under my fingers
dildo filled; vibrator fuelled
licked.

I paced myself
to keep
her insatiable cunt
happy
always knowing that my turn would come.
Once three times a week
was normal
but in between I also had to fuck my wife
with meaning.
Three times a week
I cheated
and came
deep inside her
between her lips
in the valley of her breasts
or gripped by dainty hands.

She was big
and
sometimes when we lay
soixante neuf
my head held tight
between her outstretched thighs
and I licked
her clitoris
pink
hard
engorged
all was quiet.
Her screams and entreaties fell on silenced ears
muffled by her flesh.
My world became
her lips around my penis
and her love bud and my tongue.
Then soon
writhing
grinding
thighs trembling
and tightening
around me
juices flowing
she would come.

She was big
and shameless.
Sitting astride me
naked
looking down
riding me
nipples erect
big tits swinging
grinding her sex
upon me
and glistening with the sweat
of her passion
and exertion
she would take her pleasure.
First silent
then telling me how good it felt
and then wide mouthed
with head thrown back
she screamed
announced
and woke the neighbourhood.

She was big.
Big on taking.
Big on giving.
Her hand job was the best
I've ever felt
before or since.
Under her touch
slowly
ever
so

slowly
she edged
my hard
veined
bulbous
purple
mushroom headed
penis.
Slowly
she worked
my foreskin,
lubricated with her spit,
to and fro
until
as she watched me,
both of us
wide-eyed,
I in ecstasy
and groaning in passion
pumped my seed
arcing into the air
and she grinned with my pleasure.

And then
overnight
things changed
and the excitement of infidelity
changed to
nagging guilt
when I returned
full time
to a wife
who never knew I'd played away
an unborn child
and life's responsibilities.

I did not love her
but I liked her
I enjoyed her
as
she enjoyed me.
I used her
as
she used me.
I
Never
Lied
to her
but
when I learnt
from a friend
that
she loved me
my guilt grew
two fold?

Today
I remember
her
unashamed
sexuality
love of life and sex
big body
big grin
skilled hands.
And
I hope she found happiness
With someone
far better
than me.

But
never forgotten
is the lesson.
The cheapest price of infidelity
guilt
and
pain.
The highest
which I never paid,
Thank God,
at least two broken lives.

But remember
If you must
Sometimes
the sex
can be
both fucking
and wonderful.