Cottage Weekend Pt. 01

He said, 'Open your blouse and unhook your bra.' I struggled awkwardly to respond. He was fingering my wet slit and applied some of my juice to my hard nipples. He bent down and sucked them. It was so damn hot!

I reached around his neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. I licked his ear and whispered, 'I want you in me.'

He just smiled, 'I have not laid a lady in a car for many years; I'm too damn old. I hope that we will find a way this weekend to fully enjoy each other.'

He kissed me before I could respond, his thick tongue filling my mouth, twisting and searching as it lashed away. He had two big fingers in my pussy, the heel of his hand clasping down hard on my mound. He wanted me to come for him, and I simply surrendered and let myself float away. All I recall of those few minutes was arching my back upwards devouring his big fingers while his hand crushed my pussy.

I collapsed back down on him, my entire body trembling as he pulled his fingers out. I looked up at him and mumbled, 'Wow, that was almost as good as the full deal.'

He grinned down at me, 'Not near as good Angela, not near as good. But you will have to bring me a little relief right now.'

I pushed myself up to a sitting position. I must have looked like a real slut. Bare ass, tits hanging out of the blouse, my lipstick all smeared and my hair tousled like a little kid. But from the look in his eye, it was apparent that I looked good enough to cure his current ache.

He lay back as I tugged his belt open, lowered his zipper and pulled his pants down below his hips. He moaned as he lifted his butt. He had a huge tent in his shorts. I looked at him as I ran my palm up the length of it, from his balls to the knob. His eyes were almost opaque he was so far gone. I used both hands to tug his shorts down enough to bare his great thick shaft and balls. I grasped the cock with one hand and stroked it with another. He was very big."

I was ready to come at the thought of my sweet wife playing with my boss's cock. "How big babe, big as me?" I groaned.

Angela grinned up at me, "Oh yes, I do believe he is, and maybe a little more." She was being a bitch and knew full well how her mention of the size of another man's cock aroused me.

She continued, "I rubbed his cock and balls with my tits and then I just settled down and cranked him. It took a long time and I was beginning to think I might have to blow him when he closed his hand around mine and began to screw it like a pussy. He dropped a towel of some sort on top of his knob and came with a mighty roar.

I pulled clear of him, and for the first time looked around to find that we were parked beside a small lake. Rod was standing outside looking over the water. Gordon produced some wet towels from a compartment and we cleaned each other off. Wow, that was wild too. First time a man ever cleaned my pussy for me! It was very erotic and by the time it was over I was ready for him again.

But we were within a mile of the cottage so there was no time. Rod may not have looked or listened, but he damn well knew what we were up to. I think that we are the victims of a conspiracy my love."

I was highly energized and made as if I was about to mount her in the tub. But she wanted to hear about my afternoon. She climbed out and wrapped a big soft towel around her, tying it in place while she advanced to the mirror to dry her hair. She looked at me from the mirror, and said, "Well, how did you make out with Elizabeth? Was your drive up as much fun as mine?"

I was a little nervous; this would be the first time that I had told her about screwing another woman while not in her presence. I was not sure how she might respond. So I said, "Well, the drive was not nearly as active as yours, although we did exchange some erotic vibes and occasional touches. And she did ask if we were interested in changing partners."

Angela seemed comfortable with that, "That seems quite obvious doesn't it." Suddenly she swung around and exclaimed, "Why do I feel that there's more to the story?"

"Well babe," I began carefully, "we did shower together when we arrived here. She came up here in a robe, it was her choice."

I must have sounded very defensive, because Angela arched an eyebrow while staring hard at me. "And what happened in the shower?"

I knew that the truth had to 'out' sooner or later, so I continued, "Actually not much in the shower, just pleasant exchanges with the soap."

I turned her from the mirror, slid my hands up under the towel to cup her beautiful ass in my hands and said, "Well, I fucked her right here on the vanity."

"Show me," she muttered.

More to come, the weekend.