Deep Secret Ch. 27 - Elevation

Saturday morning in our house is a wonderfully energetic place. Make that the Saturday morning before the three-day week before Thanksgiving and it's an even better place. Throw in a whole bunch of pre-Thanksgiving snow, both on the ground and still falling, and it's a magical kid-friendly, warm, safe, and cozy home.

After reminiscing downstairs in front of the fire the previous evening, I finished my glass of wine. I then poured another for myself, one for Amanda, and brought them upstairs. I kissed the kids goodnight, although they were already out – dead tired from the evening's school events.

Although I'd heard the bathtub faucet running earlier, I'd expected that Amanda would be fast asleep too – disappointing for me and any hopes I'd had of expending any of the testosterone pulsing through my system – but not unexpected, given her busy schedule. A pleasant surprise awaited me as I walked into the bedroom: Amanda was coming out from behind the free-standing full-length, mahogany-framed mirror wearing an outfit that said, in no subtle terms, "Fuck me. Fuck me now!"

She looked so sexy with her strawberry blond hair highlighted by an extremely long string of pearls wrapped several times around her neck with a sterling pendant coming to rest in her cleavage. Said cleavage was enhanced by the red lace trimmed black bra and matching panties over which was a red with black trim corset that provided the garters to hold up the semi-opaque black stockings. To top, or should I say bottom, the extraordinary outfit off were a pair of black heels that gave her a height of at least 5'10", most of which seemed to be long, muscular, but slender leg. The place she was standing as she came out from behind the mirror was directly under a can light built into the ceiling. It made an already beautiful package even sexier.

Her nipples were clearly creating a shadow and the room smelled of flowers with some seasonal spices thrown in for good measure. All in all, I knew I'd be in for a fantastic night.

"How do you do it?" I asked her as she stood there, now sipping the wine I'd brought. "How do you work and take care of three kids, a house, shopping, and everything else, and still manage to keep our sex life exciting and fun after 13 plus years?"

"Oh, you know me," she said, familiarly, "I'm just Ms. Amazing!" She swayed her red and black clad hips to an imaginary slow blues tune and challenged me. "Well, fella, you want some of this? D'ya want some action?"

She had me the moment she appeared in that fancy black and red R-rated outfit. Even though the alcohol was playing havoc with my sex drive, I had been pretty tired from the week's preparation for Monday's presentation at the office and, in truth, I was thinking about little except getting to bed.

My wife's advances had now changed a noun to a verb and added two words to the previous sentence. Hence, they were "my wife," as in "...thinking about little except getting to bed my wife."

She came to me and kissed me hard, her firm yet lithe body seemed to caress mine, her hands rubbing my shoulder and my neck. The kiss lasted a long time, long enough so that by its end I really needed to remove my pants: my slacks were uncomfortably tight.

Amanda knew just what needed to be done. I knew there was something going on at my waist, but it surprised me when my pants fell to the floor: I thought both of her hands were still caressing my shoulders! I knew my wife was good, but it had been several weeks since we had really had some fun alone time.

She was good. She was real good.

In no time, it seemed, she was kneeling down in front of me and staring at my hard cock, which appeared in the mirror to be staring right back at her. She took me deeply into her mouth without so much as a saliva slobber. The shock was exciting. Suddenly the pressures of the workweek were miles away and I was getting a damn fine blowjob from a totally hot MILF. In fact, I was fucking this one – or I was going to – right after this blowjob! (For me, she was a MIAF, but why quibble?)

Amanda sucked me back out so that my cockhead only was in her mouth but she kept her lips firmly sealed around it. There was tongue action going on, too, applying pressure to the slit and my extremely sensitive area just below that. Then I could feel her rhythmically increasing and decreasing the pressure there. Simultaneously, her hands were both fondling my balls and stroking my shaft. With all of this fun surrounding it, my cock soon decided it wanted to come.

I leaned back a little, hoping to find a dresser or something so that my soon-to-be weak knees would have a back-up in case I gave way to the pleasures at my groin. There was nothing there. Then I opened my eyes a little, looked around, and realized I was in the middle of the bedroom. How had I forgotten that?

Oh well. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. So I gritted my teeth and widened (slightly) my stance, my pleasure continuing as Amanda's mouth was having its way with me.

As she continued the movements, I was lost in the delights I was feeling in all of my happy places. The sounds she was making, the content cooing, the moaning, and the dainty – or not so – slobbering sounds, had a visceral effect on my libido. While I was thinking that we had not had some good old fucking for a while, now it was clear that there was no going back from this orgasm.

She knew it and I could tell that it was exactly what she wanted, too. (This was always something I appreciated in women – their selflessness when it comes to us poor bastards.)

Within another four or five minutes I was almost too ready to come. There's a point where it seems you're in control of your orgasm and then there's a point where it's completely out of your control. I think this happens more in younger men, but, well, who knows? At this point my orgasm was about to happen whether I was involved in it or not.

It wasn't the way I felt most comfortable, but it was what Amanda wanted and it was clearly what my plumbing wanted. I just decided to go along for the ride.

A few seconds later Amanda pushed down hard on my cock so I hit the back of her mouth. Then she grasped the base of my cock so tightly I thought I'd explode.

And I did.

My orgasm just happened. Before I knew it I'd shot off three hard spurts deep in her mouth. I could tell that it excited her to the point of coming, also, as I glanced down at her closed eyes and intense look of amazing pleasure on her face. It was a pretty sight, especially her nice sized breasts held in place by that lacey red and black bra.

Then I realized that she was moaning with every surge of cum that shot into her mouth. It was even more of a turn-on to see her enjoyment.

As I began to diminish in my thrusts, she, too, began to come down from her own sexual peak. When I finally stopped coming, she just held me in her mouth, letting all of my semen wash over my retreating cockhead and her fabulous tongue. I'd always enjoyed that about her too. It's one thing to have the woman you love give you a blowjob and enjoy it. It's a whole new level of your enjoyment if she's so into it that it becomes a complete sexual act in itself.

Wow! I needed to sit down.

To steady myself temporarily I moved my hand (the one that had been searching for something, anything, behind me to hold onto) to her shoulder. Her skin was smooth and she immediately responded to my touch, her shoulder rising and her head leaning slightly in that direction, of course her mouth was still securely connected to my cock.

Eventually we both needed to get into more comfortable positions so we headed over to the bed. I still had my shirt and socks on, but nothing else. Amanda was still wearing the sexy black and red lingerie. We fell to the bed, reaching for one another. I leaned in to kiss her, but she held a finger to my lips and shook her head. She made a point of swishing the cum again quite loudly and then swallowing it in two gulps.

She gave me a peck on the cheek and collapsed in my arms. After a minute or two of silence she said, "Ed, I love you and your big cock – and your cum. Can't forget your delicious and bountiful cum. Mm, mm." And then after a slight pause, she added, "I can't believe how strong my climax was. I really do love giving you blowjobs."

Within 25 seconds she was asleep next to me.

Looking at the clock I realized it was getting quite late.

The next thing I knew I was slowly waking to a snowy morning. I knew Amanda was downstairs with the kids so I stayed in bed enjoying the wonderful memories of the previous night – as well as those of the same night 13 years ago.

* * *

You see, the week before (that is, the week before the Saturday before Thanksgiving 13 years ago), I was still asking myself when I'd see Simone again. In fact, I was dreading that I shouldn't be asking myself if I'd see Simone again. The answer arrived on Sunday. She called to ask me to go to the mountains with her on the weekend before Thanksgiving.

"Yeah, Joa has a place up in Mountain Creek," She told me over the phone. "She's invited us to join her for the weekend."

"Sounds like a lot of fun," I told her, thinking about a few nights ago when the three of us had spent the night – all right, more like an hour or so – together. "Do you want to drive up Friday after work?"

"I'll probably drive up with her on Thursday," she said. "Do you mind driving by yourself?"

"No, that's fine." I paused thinking not about the drive, but just how we hadn't connected except the one night since the party. "You're OK, aren't you? I miss you."

"Ed, I miss you too," she said. "We, I mean, Joa and I just needed some time to wrap things up. Getting to the mountains will give me a chance to rejuvenate after the stress of the last month or so."

"Well, Mountain Creek should be great now. All the rain we've had here has meant a lot of snow up there. I understand that they've opened most of the trails already."

"I'll send you the address and directions during the week. I'm sorry I can't see you before then, but everything's fine. I'm looking forward to spending some quality time with you and that geyser pole of yours, too."

"Hey, that's more like it," I told her. "We're both all yours. But, if you want to share us with Joa, that's OK too."

That made my day and probably the whole next week. I can remember how I again felt like I was on Cloud Nine. I was going to see my girlfriend up in the mountains. We'd never yet had the opportunity to get away together. This would be a chance to lie in bed, take some walks in the snow, and sit in a hot tub under the starry skies. I wasn't sure if the Joa's place had these things, but it was the way I imagined it all week.

In fact, the week seemed to drag on forever. By the time Friday morning rolled around I was packed and ready to hit the road right from the office. It was the weekend before Thanksgiving and I was going to spend it with the woman of my dreams.

* * *

I was fortunate that there were clear skies on the way up to Mountain Creek. My SUV had four-wheel drive, but putting on the chains was always a pain so it was great that they were not required as I climbed into the mountains.

Simone had only sent me directions to a subdivision near the slopes so I needed to call her once I got into town. She answered cheerfully.

"Hey, sweetheart," she said, warming my insides and getting me hard. She asked me to pick up a few items from the market and then told me how to get to Joa's place.

After finishing at the market I followed the directions and, as I neared the place, I was very impressed with my surroundings. These were large homes. Although I knew it was true, it was hard to imagine that they were only used as vacation homes for people who primarily lived elsewhere.

A few minutes later I was knocking at the door at Joa's place. Simone came to the door, gave me a kiss, and helped me in with my stuff. It was great to see her, feel her kiss, and feel her body next to mine.

Her hair was back to its usual short blonde style. She was wearing black socks, had on a lightweight aqua-colored sweater and a pair of jeans. Even barefoot she was still an inch or two taller than I, but that hug was like a tonic. I could feel those unreal naturally large breasts of hers against my chest and smell her perfume and her shampoo.

I gave her taut butt a squeeze and it seemed as if she melted from my touch. I was glad to feel her react to me. Having her react the way she used to when we first started dating was a sign that this was going to be a great weekend: Reconnecting with her, figuratively as well as literally.

Simone pulled away, holding onto my upper arms and looking into my eyes. "I've really missed you," she said with a huge smile on her face. "Are you hungry? Maybe a glass of a Napa cab? How about a tour of the place?"

"This place is enormous," I told her, looking around at the two-story foyer with a large crystal chandelier hanging high over our heads. "I think I'd better have a quick tour so I don't get lost!"

"OK, follow me," she said, picking up my two bags, leaving nothing for me.

"Don't do that. Let me take them," I told her, reaching for them.

"No," she said emphatically. "I need you to conserve your energy right now," she added playfully.

I followed her tight butt upstairs and down a hall to a private bedroom suite. She put my bags down, pushed me onto the edge of the bed, and got onto her knees between my legs.

"Ed, honey, I need to give you a blowjob right now," she said. "I just need a little pick-me-up before dinner. You don't mind a quickie, do you?"

Who was I to deny her anything?

"No," I kidded her. "I'll let you give me a blowjob. It's OK. Go for it."

Now that I'd given her the green light – like I'd turn down one of her blowjobs! – she fished out my cock and it quickly showed her how glad it was to see her. As she was getting busy I grabbed a pillow to put under my head, the better to watch her beautiful face and her eyes.

As she opened her mouth to begin to lick my cock's head, those beautiful blue eyes closed and she began using her tongue in earnest. She licked the slit, which was already wet with my warm-up juice, and I could see a thin string of that juice bind her tongue to my head as she moved it around, making sure she didn't miss any areas.

Satisfied the head was sufficiently wet, she moved her head sideways, licking and nibbling on the lower side of the shaft in miniature tinges of painful delight. (Kind of reminded me of The Bard's speech of Romeo's regarding those opposites, so key in the play. I remembered 10th grade English class and Romeo and Juliet. I think we had to memorize that part: brawling love, loving hate, heavy lightness, feather of lead, and cold fire. I still recall Francine Atwater and I enacted a scene where we played the leads... There was this one time. Oops. I sound like an American Pie movie. I should have added "in band camp..." I digress. Another time perhaps. (But Francine was hot!))

As Simone worked her way slowly down the shaft she managed to press her mouth and tongue harder against that sensitive middle part of it. She knew that it was responsive to the additional pressure and continued to ratchet it up as she got to my ball sack, parting it with her tongue. I could just see her eyes as my balls covered each of her pretty cheeks.

By the time her face was out of view she had moved beyond my sack and was swishing her tongue forcefully under my sack. It made me feel like I was on the verge of coming – though there was very little movement on the shaft the way I'd climax normally. The feeling was almost too intense, but I wanted, no, I needed her to continue. Stopping at this point was out of the question.

She began to make purring noises, I thought, but then I realized that I had joined her in voicing the pleasure I was enjoying too. I wasn't quite purring, but it was surely a sound I'd never make other than during sex. (I'm just glad we weren't being recorded!)

Continuing to press on the area below the balls, but now with a thumb, she moved her mouth back up to the head, this time making a very tight seal with her lips, as she swooped down, taking my shaft deep into the back of her mouth.

It was at that moment, that very horny moment, that she began to do that magic with her extraordinary equipment. Her throat felt as though it had opened like an iris in a camera lens and my cock went inside. Before I knew it, her lips were tightly wrapped around the base of my dick. I briefly thought about trimming my pubic hair so it wouldn't tickle her, but as I'd never had any complaints – and this was well before manscaping was even a neologism – I quickly dismissed the idea and just reveled in the tight, wet feeling of her throat, lips, mouth, and tongue.

Not having sex for nearly a week can make you understandably horny. Not having sex for that same amount of time when you were getting the most magnificent sex from the most magnificent woman every day can make you so horny that a car's headlights can begin to look like a pair of tits, causing you to climax spontaneously.

That was where I was. Once Simone began to lick between my balls with all of my dick deep down her throat, I began to feel my orgasm happen. It happened so rapidly that I barely had a chance to enjoy the build-up. That was OK, though, because the climax itself was awesome. Who needs build-up when you've got awesome? (That was a rhetorical question.)

Naturally, Simone knew it was happening. I briefly wondered if she had the ability to feel something like pressure increases in my internal tubing or maybe a swelling of the cockhead from the vascular processes in the immediate area, but decided to sit back and enjoy the ride rather than to analyze her process.

I quickly began to spurt really large jets of semen out into her mouth as she'd now moved off my cock so that she could taste the liquid spilling over her tongue. Then she did something I don't think she'd ever done before: she pulled me completely out of her mouth, guiding my cock to continue shooting its gooey white syrup onto her outstretched palm.

I may have only shot three times in her mouth, the rest now pooled up in her palm. Her eyes were glued to my cockhead and with each shot I could see her body tense up. Her innate ability to derive pleasure from something as dissociative as my cock erupting in her hand was a turn on for me.

As I began to diminish my contributions to the puddle, she took my cock in her mouth and I finished there adding to the stuff that was there from the beginning of this orgasm.

When she decided that there wasn't going to be anything more, she let my cock slip out of her mouth making sure it was free of any possibly errant cum.

Without even looking at me she licked a little of the cum from her hand and had a huge, surprising orgasm. Her moan itself was a surprise, probably to her also. Once she calmed down from that one she went back to the pool and did it again.

She savored that second slurp for a long time before she swallowed it. Then she looked at the large, thick, white mass still on her palm. She said, "You know, Ed, I can remember when I was in high school. I had done my share of fooling around, but in general I dated one boy at a time. I unfortunately found that I was naturally referred to as a slut just for having large boobs. After a time, it didn't hurt so much. I just dated nice guys, though I did have the occasional wild nights.

"Anyway, I remember watching some porn with some guys and there were a few actors who were known for the big loads that they could shoot. Do you know I would have orgasms just watching those guys come? Their semen always looked so creamy and thick. I couldn't imagine why some of my girlfriends would get grossed out by the quantity. I kept thinking about how lucky the porn actresses were to have all the great white man juice to drink. It was always such a turn-on."