A Housewife's Dilemma - Choice No. 02

I could feel that familiar sensation of needing to pee gradually rising within. Sally continued to use her tongue and lips; she kissed and licked my inner thighs, back to my clitoris and fucking me very softly with her tongue. Almost unconsciously, I was stroking my own breasts and tugging at my nipples, sending darts of pleasure through my tummy to my groin, where the beautiful Sally worked on me softly and determined.

She looked up and smiled and I felt a finger being introduced to my wet, slippery opening. She inserted a finger slowly and started to push it into me then withdraw in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She lowered her mouth and used her tongue on my clitoris as the penetration continued. Then there were two fingers.

I felt myself groaning softly in pure delight as her fingertips found my spot and circled round and round inside of me. Each time her fingers hit the exact spot, I gasped loudly.

"Yes! There! Yes Sal" I encouraged her desperately. The feeling I knew and recognised that would cause me to orgasm and release in a wet, uncontrollable release, would come and go as she worked me. I could temper it with my tugs on my left nipple. I was almost convinced that I could let it go deliberately.

Sally continued stimulating me until a cried out in another intensive orgasm. It made me tense up, my legs shook uncontrollably but I didn't squirt.

Sally chuckled as my climax passed.

"Shame!" she said resignedly. "We almost got you there."

I was writhing and flinching as she touched my clitoris and laughing at the relief of the orgasm plus the delight that she was trying to force me to squirt.

I reached down and grabbed the ponytail on the back of her head and pulled her face onto me, thrusting and rubbing her face with my gaping cunt.

"Ooh! You are so bad!" I chided. "And sooo good for me" I reassured her.

Sally smiled and crawled back over me, resting her upper body on her forearms and kissed me tenderly. The intimacy of having the taste of my own juices on her mouth and face were a real turn-on!

She shifted off of me and lay by my side, stroking my belly and breasts and kissing me on the cheek and neck. I resolved at that moment that I wanted to pleasure her the way she had pleasured me. I was going to totally destroy and mental barriers that remained for me and pay homage to the woman who I had admired and who had infatuated me for so long.

I rolled away from her and pulled her onto her stomach in the space I had just vacated and quickly mounted her back.

I leaned forward and kissed her neck and playfully nibbled her ears.

"Just you leave it to me, now, coach!"

I shuffled down on my knees and kissed down her back, seated across her hips. I took in the beauty of her form; the wonderfully feminine arch of her lower back, her pretty shoulders and her flawless skin.

I shifted down and knelt between her legs, stooping to kiss and caress across her lower back and hips as she settled her head on the pillows with her head facing to one side. I could see her eyes were open and watched her blinking, anticipating my next move.

I decided that I would do to her those things that I had found so pleasurably when they had been performed on me. Those acts performed during my encounters with Joe. By my husband when he made the effort to pleasure me. Least of all; what Sally had just taught me in bringing me to several orgasms within such a short space of time!

Shuffling further down between her legs; I took one of her beautiful buttocks in each hand and gently parted them. I buried my face into her and lapped at her little puckered hole with a flattened tongue, feasting on her. Sally squirmed and raised her hips to present to me.

I slipped my arms under her raised hips and continued to work on her behind, delving the tip of my tongue into her butt, licking, kissing and sucking around that tender little spot. Sally was sighing and groaning gently. Clearly she was enjoying my assault.

I took one hand from beneath her and inserted my middle finger, palm facing down, into her pussy. I hooked my finger down and could feel the rough patch of her G-spot and rubbed it gently in a circular motion. Sally was clenching and releasing as her hips circled. Her pussy was absolutely sopping wet, which thrilled me.

I pulled her over to turn her onto her back. She shifted to get comfortable and lay herself back with her head propped up on the pillows.

"Now it's my turn" I told her with a mischievous voice.

"You have your coach's complete consent to perform a freestyle routine" Sally cooed with a smile.

I crawled up and over her, between her open legs and planted a tender, longing kiss on her mouth. Her arms were on my waist and she caressed my back and buttocks as we held the kiss for several moments.

I could feel her pressing her groin up against me. My pussy was level with her pubic bone and she slowly circled her hips at me, stimulating my clitoris.

Supporting myself on outstretched arms, I crawled above her and down, to bring my face over her heaving breasts. We were both breathing heavily and my own excitement was such that I had to resist throwing myself onto her passionately.

I stooped to kiss each nipple in turn; then gently lowered myself to lay between her legs as she opened them wide enough to accommodate my hips. Keeping the weight of my upper body on my elbows, I took one breast in my hand and sucked her swollen nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, gently scraping my teeth along its length.

Sally was gasping and gently humming as I began to work on her. I transferred my mouth to her other nipple and had her breasts in my hands and mouth working one nipple while the thumb and forefinger of my opposite hand worked on the other.

I could have happily worked on these beautiful breasts for ages, but I could feel her heat and wetness pressing against my tummy as she became increasingly aroused at the attention my hands and mouth were giving her.

I made my move; slowly kissing between her breasts then down, onto her belly, licking and delving at her pretty belly button and shifting myself to a comfortable position laying on my front. As I gently placed my hands on the softness of the backs of her thighs, I realised that this was something that I had never contemplated and I had never done before. I had tasted myself more than once, but I had never tasted another woman. I had never given oral pleasure to another woman, but I knew what I enjoyed, so was resolved to try and emulate the pleasurable acts that had been performed on me.

I was going to take it nice and slow. I wanted this to be special for Sally and special for me. But it seemed that she had other ideas!

When I got my face above her pretty pussy, she reached down and grasped my head between her hands. As I lowered my mouth onto her gaping cunt, she pulled my face onto her, raising her knees, spreading her legs wide and her feet were on my back!

The smell of her sex filled my nostrils. The hot wet juices were on my face, on my lips and chin. It was the most erotic, sensual feeling!

I resisted attacking her with my mouth. That was a sensation that I often felt when my husband performed oral sex on me.

I gently licked at her, starting right at her perineum, slowly and provocatively up and into her sweet, wet pussy then continued up and over her hardened clitoris.

Sally held my head in her hands and gasped. "Oh my god! Oh my god oh my god oh my god" she blurted out, tailing away weakly.

She was bucking her hips up at me and pressing her feet down on my back, pulling my face into her, as I tried to be as gentle and sensual as I could with her exposed womanhood.

A few very gentle licks and kissed on the creases at the tops of her inner thighs and she relaxed a bit.

Sally settled her hips back on the bed and the pressure from her feet subsided. I glanced up and she was staring down at me intently with her mouth open.

"Yes Angel! Yes! Please give it to me baby" she babbled desperately.

I slowed the pace and kissed all around her gaping vagina, up over the smooth mound, licked round her throbbing clitoris to avoiding directly touching it, then licked up and down each of her pussy lips without delving into her.

I slipped my left arm under her hip and placed my fingers facing downwards onto her pubis.

I gently pulled the hood of her clitoris up to expose the swollen nub and traced the tip of my tongue round and round it. I pressed my tongue at the base and very gently over and across, using the underside of my tongue.

Sally was panting and writhing in pleasure as I continued to sensually work on her. Next I introduced my forefinger and middle finger at the gaping and slippery wetness of her opening. I pressed them into her very gently and moved them side to side to prepare her for me pressing further.

My fingers slipped inside of her very easily. I could feel the tightness of her vaginal muscles on the sides of my fingers as I pushed inside her up to my knuckles. I slipped my third finger into her, gently stretching her open, and by using my middle finger, located her G-spot and tickled it with a beckoning motion.

That triggered her climax, which suddenly erupted as her belly pumped in and out, she called out and her whole body writhed and shook in spasms.

As her orgasm subsided, all I could hear was her sweet voice saying; "Oh Angel, yes! Yes, yes..."

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We spent the night kissing, holding each other and pleasuring each other.

Sally taught me a new trick with a sip of Cognac that she held in her mouth and applied her tongue on my clitoris. The heating sensation, which almost burned but she tempered with sucks and licks, brought me to an orgasm.

At one stage, Sally was on top. She shoved my legs wide apart and took up a similar position above me; her legs were splayed as if we were both performing the splits, with the soles of my feet on the backs of her ankles. She propped herself over me, groin to groin with one hand splaying her pussy open to expose her clitoris. I did the same and by raising my hips to her, she gently rubbed her clitoris in a circle round my throbbing nub as it pointed rudely up at her.

We both had an orgasm after a full ten minutes of her preforming this sensual coupling!

We fell asleep exhausted in each other's arms and, apart from getting out of bed briefly to pee, we slept through until daylight. I think neither of us had had so many orgasms in one night and her ability to make me orgasm one after another was something I didn't realise I was capable of doing.

I was woken by the chirping of the birds that roost in the trees not far from her balcony and the wet, warm feel of her tongue between my legs. We shared a full morning session of mutual masturbation and kissing before we rose and had some breakfast.

The day passed relatively quickly. Several hours of shopping together; I bought her a couple of complete outfits of dresses with matching 'fuck me' strappy stilettos. I could easily afford it thanks to my wonderful husband's success and despite her protestations, she accepted my gifts. After all; I owed her so much for everything she had done for me over so many years. Plus; the enlightenment she had provided for me over this one weekend!

We had lunch together, a bit more trying on clothes and purchases of underwear and bed wear then back to her apartment, where we piloted the sofa for a couple of girlie movies and wine.

We shared a shower before bed, where we continued from the night before.

Sally introduced me to her 'best friend' in the shape of a large, pink, lifelike dildo. It was shaped and textured just like the real thing and had a pair of balls!

Sally cooed in my ear as she fucked me with it, teasing me and asking whether it was as big as Joe. It wasn't, quite, but she did manage to get me to squirt with the combination of her tongue, a hand on my nipple and her 'best friend' pumping me to orgasm...

I flew back home the following day with an armful of carrier bags all of which contained clothing that we felt would delight my husband. We had a dressing up session earlier on that Sunday, when she modelled the content of her wardrobe. There were many items that I now had purchased for my own wardrobe, of course!

I arrived home to fanfare and my husband covered me twice that night. The first time he had done that in a while. I put it down to a new negligee and sheer white hold-ups with laced tops that I showed off to him.

My pussy felt very tender, but I welcomed his oral attentions and being filled, fucked and generally manhandled!

As for Sally; we continued much the way we were. We talked for hours on the 'phone as usual and nothing really changed between us.

I visited her only once more in my old home town to stay and we slept together. We picked up where we had left off, but both knew that this was a very special relationship.

I had learned so much from her that I never expected and I was grateful. But what we had shared would never change our feelings for each other or our respective situations.