A Pillow Chat

Angela was murmuring incoherently, she moved ahead and my knob popped in between her pussy lips. My knees were trembling from the memory of Stacy mounting me, all the while enjoying that glorious feeling of a pussy swallowing my cock.

"Stacy settled over top of me, her knees each side of my hips, holding her tits in her hands, the nipples peeping through between her thumb and forefinger. I directed my cock up under her pussy. She may have been a hooker, but I believed that she was gaining as much pleasure from all of this as was I.

She slid slowly down my cock until her ass cheeks rested on my upper thighs. I was fully buried in her; she paused for a minute or so as if planning her next move. She began to fuck me with her pussy. I swear no other part of her body was moving, just the muscles inside her pussy twisting and turning and sliding up and down my throbbing cock."

Angela's feet had worked up around the back of my butt and I suddenly realized that she had consumed almost half of my cock. She was still leaning back on her hands, her eyes shut, her tits hanging beautifully each side of her chest. Her trimmed triangular bush pointed down to the width of my shaft partially buried in her pussy. I wasn't certain if she was still listening to my tale, but when I moved to pull her to me and fuck her, she whispered, "Fuck me but keep talking."

God, where was I? It had been relatively easy to relate my tale during the first part of our joint seduction, but now it was close to impossible to both talk and fuck. I clasped my hands behind Angela's ass cheeks and pulled myself totally into her.

"Stacy began to rise and fall on me, twisting downwards and then back upwards, slow and easy at first. She began to move faster while leaning ahead over me, bracing herself on my shoulders as her ass lifted and lowered more quickly. Her tits brushed my face and she began to ride me hard. I grabbed her ass as she crushed her tits on my chest, her heels hooking under my thighs as she took me over the cliff as if it were she with the cock."

Angela was clamped up against me; my tale lost in the moment, her ass sliding back and forth on the sheet as her body shook and trembled. I quickly pushed her to her back and fully mounted her, getting off in her just as my story had me creaming Stacy's pussy.

Angela and I lay panting, upside down on the bed, our bodies glued together while her pussy still trembled and pulsed around my streaming cock.

But it was not over. The tale telling I mean.

"What happened then? Did she stay the night with you? Wasn't that the deal? Sounds as if she enjoyed you. Did she want more?"

I could tell that Angela was hoping that it had ended there. I sensed that she did not want to hear more right then.

I answered, "Well actually she did suggest that we have dinner somewhere and if I wished she would stay the night with me. But I was quite content to end it then, suggesting that while I would love to take her for dinner I declined the invitation for later. She was happy with that and very gracious. It was only about 8 pm by this time, so we cleaned up, dressed and found a nearby restaurant for a casual meal."

"Did you kiss her goodnight?" my lovely wife queried. "The kissing made me edgy, the sex part was hot."

I paused a minute, smiled at her and said, "Yes, of course, what can you do after a beautiful woman has provided so much pleasure."

Angela relaxed visibly, rolled up on top of me and said, "Of course, but that's all you get for your memory banks, you're mine now, only mine." She kissed me and smiled down at me.

I had the feeling however that there was another shoe to drop, and it dropped quickly.

"When is Brad coming to town next?"