Charlotte Shared in Rome

I felt Jason's manhood filling me, moving, alive; nothing between my womb and his seed except an orgasm on his part. He was mating me, screwing me, fucking me and I was in total bliss.

Imagine a woman's feelings as she is bedded. Pinned down by her lover against the softest quilt, enveloping her. His bare warm skin against bare skin. Joined in the coital union. Moving almost immediately in unison, replicating the act of procreation, except this union was not for conceiving, but for sheer unadulterated pleasure.

My arms moved around Jason's back, my nails digging into his skin. My legs wrapping around his hips and crossing my ankles, holding him firmly and tightly in place. Our pelvis' movement was in perfect harmony, like the very best orchestras. Exhaling and inhaling each other's heated breath. Panting, moaning, and feeling the world's most marvelous sensations. Our genitals were one, our bodies were one, and our thoughts were one. And all of this was happening in one of the most romantic locations in the world, Rome, Italy.

I felt myself slide uncontrollably into the most fantastic climax, my feminine loins gripping tightly and releasing, then gripping again and releasing, over and over and over. I was nearly out of my mind absorbing his thrusts, each taking my orgasm to distinctly greater levels. It was absolutely extreme sexual pleasure.

I've been blessed with the ability to have multiple vaginal orgasms from intercourse and if the man's physical attributes are of the proper proportions, I experience G-spot pleasures as well. I didn't feel myself stop climaxing when I suddenly flowed right into another. It was as if searing hot butter was flowing outward from my womanhood. I felt Jason's lower abdomen providing an up and down rubbing sensation against my hard clitoris and my entire world focused on the pleasures resonating from the physical junction of our bodies.

Jason's speed picked up and the pressure to by clit and G-stop increased too. I was bursting again and again. We were in a sexual frenzy, moaning and panting into each other's mouth; our lips screwed into grimaces and I know my eyes were closed. I was no longer using a majority of my senses, limited now to only the sense of touch. I wasn't seeing anything but flashing lights of electrifying orgasms.

I heard nothing, smelled nothing, and tasted nothing. Everything was focused on the sensations of the ultimate pleasure at the area between my legs.

Some women say they can feel a man ejaculate within them. Yet, for me, I've never felt a man actually shooting his seed inside me. I've felt his body tense and heard his roaring, but actually feeling the hot sperm jetting out against my cervix was foreign to me...that is until that night. Jason's body tensed and I felt his ass cheeks clench. He must have moaned, but I didn't hear it, I was once again focused on the burst of yet another orgasm. Then I felt it.

I actually felt the surge of his cum like the spray of a hot water hose, then a pause, and then another surging splash followed by pulsing and yet more splashes. We were experiencing something lovers strive for, simultaneous orgasms. And to say we climaxed together in orgasm is an understatement. It doesn't come close to describing our union. We experienced the six sense, pure sensual and passionate lovemaking.

I could tell you we continued to make love, but actually I think I was oblivious to anything for some time afterwards. I think Jason was in post coital orgasmic bliss too. Together our hearts gradually slowed and our rasping breaths turned to panting and then a more normal rhythm. I could feel the flush of my cheeks and across the upper half of my chest. Jason softened, but not so much that he slipped from me. His manhood remained inside me, at least partially. Together we must have slept and woke up sometime shortly after midnight. Then we made slow love and again climaxed in near perfect unison, but without the intensity of that first coupling. I don't remember much else, but sometime during the night I heard Jason showing. I laid back just staring at the ceiling thinking what a wonderful life I have.

The next morning I heard noises and muffled voices. I kept my eyes closed as I heard the door closing and was trying to identify the slight rolling sounds. Taking a quick peek, I saw the most fancy room service cart I'd ever seen. Then, shutting my eyes fast, pretending to be asleep, I waited for Jason to come near. I felt him sit quietly next to me and then he lovingly brushed a lock of my long hair off of my cheek. I pretended to stir as he leaned down and kissed me gently on my forehead. Such a romantic.

Opening my eyes, I saw his loving gaze. There was just something about the sparkle and the feeling deep inside. I tried to shake it off, but realized I was falling for him. I don't know about you ladies, but coupling with a man to me is very special. You are opening up and giving something so very personal, yet also you are receiving a gift too. I wish I could say it was just sex for sex's sake, but with Jason it was much more. Not true love like that with my husband, but also not just a quick flop in the bed either. Jason was special. I wanted to be with him, by his side. Making love with him, enjoying life with him. Can a girl really be in love with two men...I mean really? Doesn't one love usually outweigh the other? I definitely didn't want to leave my husband, but at that moment when my eyes opened and I gazed at Jason, I wanted our relationship to hold some permanence too. Maybe a lifelong lover?

I know you're waiting to hear that we got very oral after our breakfast or that the oral was the breakfast. Surprisingly, I could have gone either way, but Jason had different plans. Most guys reading this would think Jason was a fool, but let me assure you, he was the one spending a long weekend with me and only solidified his future access to my body. He earned it by his love making and his ability to see life outside the bed.

There are other ways to have fun. So, after breakfast we dressed warmly and went downstairs. Outside the front doors of the hotel our chariot was waiting. You'll laugh, but it was one of the most fun things I've done outside the bedroom. He'd not rented a big stretch limo; instead he opened his hand and offered me the seat of a small rented Vespa motorbike.

A young man walked up holding two helmets and offered me the pink one. I almost giggled with delight. I put on the helmet while the young man handed Jason the key. Jason started the little scooter and I climbed on behind him and snuggled up close, wrapping my arms around Jason's waist, not missing the opportunity to give him a little squeeze down there! The young man saw what I'd done and I winked at him.

We pulled away from the curb and spent the day touring the city from street level. We saw all the key sites like the Coliseum, the Roman Forum, the gardens and hundreds of little interesting side streets and alleyways. We had a wonderful day; in fact one of the best days of my life, other than my wedding and a certain night during my junior year in college.

So guys, if you think it was cheesy of Jason, let me ask you this; do you think Jason's investment in renting a Vespa paid off? Oh yes, it most surely did. Jason claimed later that he didn't think he could walk after I pleasured him for hours on end. Yep, good investment in deed. So, if you really want to impress your wife, girlfriend or lover, do a little something special. I guarantee she'll pay you back many times over.

The rest of the weekend went fabulously. I only gave my husband a brief thought throughout the trip. I did pick him up a strange little figurine of Remus and Romulus sucking on the tits of the strange beast. It was somewhat erotic looking, but strange none the less. I also packed away my skimpy panties from the day on the Vespa. These I'd give to my husband, especially since what they covered I gave to my lover.

The trip came to an end all too fast. If we'd kept it to sex and the bedroom, maybe the end wouldn't have been so traumatic. For me it was like being Cinderella and the clock was striking twelve.

At the airport, we stood there holding each other. He was comforting me, I was clinging to him as if my life depended on it. It was a moment I never wanted experience. He reached up and gently brushed the hair out of my eyes and ran his fingertips along my cheek. I was really struggling. My eyes were watering. He was going to say something; I must have subconsciously thought it would be good bye. I vaguely remember pressing my fingers against his mouth trying to keep his words inside. No, no, no, I thought. Please, I don't want this to end.

I was clutching for anything to make the time last. My plane was boarding behind us, yet I didn't care. I started to cry. Yes, I'm a girl, and I get emotional. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. It was a wonderful kiss. It was something so comforting and so much was exchanged between us all within the confines of our lips.

I wanted to be joined with him and let him swallow me up. Then, unfortunately, he slowly released me and leaned back a bit. He repeated my name several times; I apparently wasn't hearing anything. The tears were streaming down my cheeks and then for a moment I saw his eyes glaze too. I emphasized what a wonderful time I had and it was perfect, perfect in every way. A girl's romantic dream come true.

We both knew I needed to board. I had to go back to my husband. And please don't get me wrong, I wanted to go back to him. I'll always go back to him, but it doesn't mean I can't covet time with my, oh so very special friend. He then whispered a promise. He promised me we would do it again.

I remember begging him by saying, "soon, please, very soon."

"Yes Charlotte, I promise you we will," he whispered, yet with such emphasis, such authority, and such confidence. I believe him. I know he'll make it come true.

I somehow staggered towards the door and then found myself inside the air bridge, being carried along with the other passengers. The line paused and an older woman next to me tried to be nice, and really, she was. I must have looked so pitiful. She told me in English that my husband was so handsome and we made such a lovely couple. I smiled at her, knowing my eyes were still red from crying. I replied, 'oh, yes, he is, he most certainly is.' Inside though, I wondered what she would think if she knew my husband was in Frankfurt and it was my lover I was leaving behind. Ha, she'd probably envy me. Regardless, I was truthful. My husband is very handsome and we do make a great couple.

"Sighhhhhh, ahhhhh."

Time for me to go to bed. Pleasant dreams y'all. C ;-)