Getting It Up Again Ch. 05

Soon she felt his fingers rub her outer labia as he nibbled on her g-string, pushing it into her inner labia. Susan cried out in delight in response to the sensation of Martin's tongue pushing her g-string onto the opening of her vagina.

While gyrating her loins into his mouth, Susan began nibbling and licking the underside of Martin's erect shaft, and sucking and licking the glans at a feverish pace. She closed her eyes and began to moan and gasp in ecstasy as she felt Martin's mouth nibble on her clitoris through her g-string.

Suddenly, they heard the noise of bicycles riding by, and they both stopped their dry sixty-nining to carefully peek out the car windows. Susan didn't see anything outside, so she asked her husband:

"You see anyone?"

Her husband just shook his head.

Susan and Martin sat up to catch their breath, their intimate moment ruined by the noise of potential voyeurs. Martin sat upright, leaning against one of Susan's legs, pinning it against the back seat, with her other leg wrapped around his waist. He reached over, cleared some of her glowing long blonde hair from her face, then pulled her in for some tender kissing.

After some tongue touching, Susan looked down and noticed Martin's erection was still standing strong and proud. She wrapped her legs around his back and used them to pull herself onto his lap, and grunted with animal arousal as she felt his hard, purple glans rub against her outer labia.

Susan wrapped her hand and looked into Martin's eyes for approval; he nodded and looked down, only to knock foreheads with his first girlfriend when she leaned in to kiss. As their lips nibbled on each other tenderly, Susan guided his glans around the edges of her g-string, so that it made contact with her inner labia lips. She then slid his glans up her labia lips to brush over her g-string where her clitoris was, and rubbed his glans down her other labia lips.

As Susan continued leveraging his glans to stimulate her loins, Martin began to thrust involuntarily, causing his glans to slip between her g-string and inner labia lips, rubbing and stimulating her inner labia. She moaned and growled in response to each thrust, and soon they reached a carnal rhythm with him growling and grunting with desire too.

Martin looked at her with pleading eyes; Susan knew he needed more natural motion to reach orgasm.

Susan carefully placed the underside of his shaft against her inner labia lip, and with her legs wrapped around her boyfriend, leaned back, observing the difference in skin tone between her labia lips and his penis. Since her legs were still wrapped around his lower back, she pulled Martin down on top of her, and he landed with a hand on each side of her torso, and the underside of his erection firmly pressed on one outer labia lip.

Susan saw Martin slide forward, thrusting his glans along her labia lip, then over her g-string rubbing her clitoris, then down her other labia lip. She moaned as the sensations of his glans rubbing her outer labia were delightful.

Then she felt Martin push her knee toward her shoulder, allowing more of her labia to be rubbed by the underside of his shaft. She felt her boyfriend thrust more naturally. pushing her g-string in, but also allowing his glans to rub against her inner labia lips. Susan began to moan regularly, and her breathing quickened to match the tempo of Martin's thrusting.

Still unsatisfied with the pussy job he was deriving from her, Martin's hands slid down the outside of both her legs, grasping her lower legs and lifting them, pinning her knees to her shoulders. He then began desperately rubbing the underside of his erect shaft along her thin g-string, with his glans stimulating her clitoris through the barely-there lingerie.

Susan enjoyed this more and began groaning and grunting in a rhythm with Martin's grunting; soon she began bucking her hips up to push her loins against his shaft. After some wiggling on both their parts to find the perfect position and motion, they managed to align their hip thrusting with their groaning.

They put all their effort into this pussy job, and Susan could only cry out in ecstasy as the underside of Martin's shaft rubbed hard against her inner labia lips. They were both thrusting against each other at a fast and furious rhythm when Susan felt Martin's glans twitch against her g-string.

Then she felt him involuntarily thrust hard and fast along her inner labia lips, pushing his glans up against her pelvis, then suddenly frozen still in time. He then cried out in orgasmic joy as he ejaculated semen onto her abdomen.

Then their bodies moved unconsciously together, as the underside of his shaft slid down the crotch of her g-string, she thrust up to increase the contact of her labia against it. As before, she next felt his shaft rub hard against her g-string, stimulating her inner labia lips, as his glans thrust up hard and again ejaculate some more semen onto her abdomen. This orgiastic symphony of satisfaction continued for seven more cycles before Martin lifted himself off and away from Susan.

Quickly Susan grabbed a kleenex and wiped the semen off of her body, making sure none was on nor landed near her vulva. She was surprised that her g-string remained so dry. She then grabbed another kleenex and wiped off Martin's leaking glans.

While breathing heavily, they gazed at each other lovingly and kissed again, with Susan's long straight blonde hair partially covering her chest.

Her boyfriend Martin ran his fingers through her hair and down where they covered her breast and pushed the strands gently aside with his fingers to softly caress her nipple.

Susan gently pushed his hand away:

"No more lover. I'm exhausted."

They were snapped out of their post-coital trance by clapping from Susan's phone; they turned to see Susan's smiling husband Michael applauding their erotic performance.

Susan leaned her head onto Martin's chest and whispered:

"Take me home, lover."

Ever the obedient pet, Martin grabbed his boxers and slid them on. While he dressed, Susan planted tender, loving kisses on his chest and back, enjoying the contrast between her Caucasian skin tone and his yellower Chinese skin tone as he dressed.

Martin quickly hopped out the back and into the driver's seat. As he started the car, Susan slid to the middle of the back seat, still wearing only her g-string. She placed her left leg through the gap between the front seats and put one foot on his leg.

Soon Martin had backed the car out of their secluded parking spot and was beginning the short trek back to their original rendezvous point.

Susan watched his eyes in the rearview mirror, and as he drove, she brushed her hair from her breasts and fondled her breasts and nipples.

She watched Martin's eyes, as well as her husband who was still on FaceTime, as she slid her hand down the center line between her eight-pack to the top of her g-string. When she saw Martin's eyes widen in the rearview mirror, she dipped two fingers under her g-string and began rubbing her inner labia lips, causing her legs to writhe with desire.

Susan then felt Martin's hand on top of the lower leg on his lap, feeling the inside up as far back as his hand could reach. With Martin hypnotized by her masturbation show, she said:

"We can't meet outside anymore. We almost got caught. Just come to my house every weekend, and Michael can help you with your studies first, then we can play."

Completely under her spell, Martin simply nodded obediently.

Susan looked at the scenery outside and realized they were nearing town, so she quickly grabbed her clothes and put them on in a rush; she finished dressing just as Martin pulled their car into the abandoned parking lot.

After glancing around to ensure nobody was watching them, Susan leaned forward to give Martin a tender kiss on his lips to say goodbye. As he got out of the car and waved goodbye, she climbed through the gap between the front seats into the driver's seat, buckled her seat belt, and drove off.

"So it worked!" she heard her husband exclaim over FaceTime. She had forgotten the call was still open.

Susan nodded appreciatively; they had planned to play a recording of cyclists riding by over the FaceTime call to scare Martin into thinking he might have been spied on. She knew her boyfriend didn't have the same exhibitionist tendencies as her.

"I'll be waiting for you in the backyard," her husband said, and then he ended the call.

Susan drove quickly home. Luckily being Saturday morning the traffic was light and she was able to make it back to her mansion in good time. She parked outside on the driveway and ran into the backyard.

As she ran around the side of the house towards their swimming pool, she kicked off her shoes, her bare feet shocked by the patio stones heated by the sun. She then removed her T-shirt and tossed it onto the lawn, when she noticed her husband lying on a leather sofa under a pagoda.

Michael was completely naked and was frantically greasing his monster erection with generous amounts of lubricant.

Susan managed to wiggle out of her tight yoga shorts, stumbling along the way to the pagoda while kicking her shorts to the side. Once she stepped into the pagoda, Susan removed her bra, smiled at her husband, and ran to his side.

Michael then grabbed the front of her g-string with both hands, and slid it down slowly, allowing his greasy thumbs to press against her inner labia lips during the process. This caused Susan to grunt and thrust her pelvis forward as her husband slid her g-string to the ground.

Wasting no time, Susan straddled her husband, grabbed the crown of his hard, erect member, and impaled herself with it as she straddled him. She began riding him by using her legs to lift herself up and down onto his sensual spear of pleasure.

She then felt his hands grab outside her knees and slide up her outer thighs until they grasped her waist. As she slid down onto his penis, she felt him thrust up into her while pulling her down hard onto his erection, so his glans would slide up her vagina and touch her cervix. Each time his hard member thrust through her vagina, Susan would let out a moan of pleasure.

As their breathing quickened, so did their grinding, and it wasn't long until their moaning, breathing, and grinding fell into a well-coordinated coital symphony. Then Susan's husband began forcing her down so hard against his upward thrusting that she could even hear the wet slapping sounds of genitals making contact over their primal grunts and moans; the momentum was so strong that she was having trouble keeping herself balanced while riding him.

On the next powerful thrust, Michael accidentally pushed his giant member a little to the side, causing Susan to lose balance and roll to the side. Afraid of falling off of her husband, Susan wrapped her legs tightly around him. Unfortunately, given that her husband also had a good grip on her waist, her momentum ended up rolling them both off the lawn chair.

Luckily, Susan was a trained martial artist and she easily broke her fall so that her hands went behind her to stop her head from crashing into the tiles around their swimming pool.

Her husband landed on his feet, still gripping her waist, her legs wrapped tightly around his, and him still thrusting furiously into her. As he continued his relentless penile assault on her vagina, he kept pushing her forward, forcing Susan to walk with her hands on the tiles.

While still groaning and breathing passionately, Susan tilted her head back to see where she was headed; although the view ahead of her was upside down, she could see that her husband was thrusting her into the swimming pool. Her hands kept walking towards the pool as he pounded into her vagina until eventually her forearms were submerged in the water.

Susan decided to adapt to her situation and stretched her arms out, and as her husband continued thrusting her into the swimming pool, she eventually ended up in a back float. She then focused on meeting her husband's thrusts by using her legs to force herself harder onto his member, groaning in ecstasy on each attempt. Eventually, she felt her husband walk into the shallow end of their pool, such that their gyrating loins were below water level. This added buoyancy to her upper back and allowed Susan to anchor her legs around her husband's lower back and crunch herself out of the water and onto him. She then wrapped her arms around his head to make sure she stayed above water and was still able to breathe.

Susan closed her eyes and focused on realigning her grinding with his so they could orgasm; while doing so she could feel Michael carrying her across the shallow water of the pool. She opened her eyes briefly to look lovingly into the eyes of her husband and was able to see the reflection of her long straight golden blonde hair in the water behind them.

After bouncing on her husband's penis for a few minutes, Susan felt herself being lifted out of the swimming pool as her husband carried her up into the private play shower where they had called Martin earlier. Suddenly warm water sprayed at them from several angles, washing away some of the chlorine water on their body as they continued their frenzied fornication. Susan enjoyed the feeling of warm pulsing water washing away the cooler chlorine water from their bodies while Michael continued to rapidly and forcefully impale her on his erection.

As Susan squeezed her legs hard around her husband, focusing on forcing herself onto his hardness, she felt a hand slide up the side of her body and grasp her breast. She gasped in delight as the hand began to fondle her breast and play with her nipple; her head flung back as Michael wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked on it.

While fornicating in the giant play shower area, Susan ran her hands through Michael's hair, helping to clear out the chlorine, while grunting in ecstasy. She felt her husband's hand run through her hair, also to help rinse it off.

At this point, their intercourse had reached a carnal rhythm, and their primal noises were synchronized in erotic harmony. Confident that their hair had been thoroughly rinsed, Susan focused on increasing the depth of penetration of her husband's penis by attempting to slam her loins down harder onto his penis upon each cycle of thrusting. At this point, she was unaware her husband had stepped out of the play shower and stepped into another area.

Soon Susan felt the refreshing wind of warm air and steam flowing over her from multiple directions; they were now in the steam massage and auto-drying area. This was a custom-designed system that allowed them to continue fornicating while being quickly dried off so they wouldn't catch a cold. It also had a comfortable rubber floor; Susan enjoyed the moment as her husband tenderly held the back of her head and laid her down without hurting her.

Despite lying down on the floor for typical matrimonial positioned intercourse, Susan was very excited and aroused, especially when her husband slid his hand up the outside of her leg. She cried out with joy as his hand bent her knee forward towards her shoulder, feeling his bulbous glans thrust ever so deeper into her.

Susan enjoyed the feeling of her wet hair quickly drying as it bounced on the floor and her body. She opened her eyes briefly to smile at her husband, and looked at her chest, watching her breasts shake off water droplets, all in harmony with their grinding and thrusting.

Next, her husband moved the leg he was holding over his shoulder; as his hand slid across her lower leg, she felt the moisture evaporate from both their skin. Then she felt him lift the other leg, crossing it over the first leg; Susan could feel her husband's bulbous glans rub every spot of flesh in her love tunnel.

Not long after, their thrusting took a speed and rhythm of its own, as instinct took control of their carnal motions. Susan felt the head of his penis twitch deep inside of her, and she knew what to expect next, so she grabbed his upper body with both arms and pulled him into her as tightly as possible on each thrust.

Suddenly she felt her husband thrust very hard and deep into her and heard him groan in ecstasy. She felt his hot, sticky seed being ejaculated into her temple of fertility and growled as she neared climax. Then Michael just naturally thrust into her again, ejaculating more semen into her, and threw his head back and groaned in joy. His involuntarily thrusting continued, leaving less and less semen within her.

On his final thrust, Susan felt his glans touch her cervix, causing her to cry out in joy as she felt some semen being ejaculated right into her room. While screaming in ecstasy, the tight tension of stress snapped, and her body began trembling in an orgasmic rhythm. Upon each orgasmic shockwave, Susan cried out in ecstasy.

Once her orgasm was done, Susan tapped her husband on his shoulder, so he rolled off her, allowing her to rest her legs comfortably on the floor. Both she and her husband were exhausted, dry, and panting for breath. She tapped her husband one more time on the shoulder and he got up and left.

Michael returned quickly with a rubber cushion that he placed underneath her thighs to make sure any semen ejaculated would be flowing downhill into her womb. He also brought a towel which he wrapped around his motionless wife who was still recovering from their fantastic sex session. He then leaned down and gave her a loving kiss on the lips.

"How was I, beautiful?" he asked.

"Magnificent. You were absolutely magnificent," responded Susan, who then added: "I'm ovulating now. We might conceive."

"So we have to concentrate the next few days?" asked her husband.

"Yes. Luckily we will have help. Martin should be here for his first study session tomorrow."