Waiting At Home Ch. 02

As for me I had four cocks in me before meeting my husband and all but one was nice, exciting even, but none did for me what my husband's did – not even close. Size was never an issue. My husband's cock perfectly fit my pussy. We loved each other and that made all the difference. I did not love the man I planned to meet after the expo closed for the night, I was simply attracted to him. I still wasn't sure why I wanted to fuck him. Maybe it had to do with the stories we read, about our fantasy to do just this, with our role playing and make believe stories. Our sex though enjoyable was routine before we started our joint fantasies, and after that it was as hot and passionate as could before slowly waning back to routine. Then last night when I told my husband about the gallery owner and how much I wanted to fuck him the sex we had was as hot and intense as could be. Whatever the reasons were I just knew that I really, truly want to fuck this other man, just once. And I honestly believed that my husband wanted this as much as I did. Now it was my turn to waiver back and forth about whether or not to go through with it.

After making the last ledger entry I looked at the clock. It was nine-fifty-five. Tonight's showing would be closing in five minutes. That made it our show time, that which belonged to my husband and me. He had earlier made his final decision and now I had to make mine. I went to the ladies room to remove the toilet paper pantie liner. I closed my eyes and went deep into myself. After a minute or so I opened my eyes. My answer was clear. I went back to the main room and looked around. The other man was not to be seen. I said goodnight to several people and left.

There was no more waivering. I was in my car and on my way to the airport hotel. I was nervous, after all, it was close to twelve years since I had been with anyone but my husband. I was pushing forty and he couldn't be much more than twenty-five. There had to be plenty of single women closer to his age to choose from. So why me?

I cautiously went to the entrance to the hotel lounge and saw him sitting by himself at the bar. It wasn't real busy, still, I looked around. There were mostly women sitting in small groups here and there, probably airline people, and a few couples, nobody I knew, and nobody noticed me leave the community center. So far so good. He saw me, came to me and suggested that we find an out-of-the-way table. I held his eyes for a long moment, took a deep breath and suggested that the table in his room would do just fine. My husband and I had stayed in this hotel the night before we flew to Nassau for a quickie vacation, so I knew that the rooms had wet bars filled with things to drink and munch on. He smiled nicely and off we went to the elevator. I had no reservations about being there. My inner slut had full control of me, and I felt thrilled because of this. There was something that felt deliciously sinful about being with him as we rode up to the fifth floor, and that just added to my slutty feeling, as did the walk down the hallway to his room. We both knew why we were there so there was no need for words.

I sat at a small table watching him pour white into two glasses. When he brought them to me he leaned forward to kiss me, softly and sensuously. He asked if my husband would wonder about me not getting home shortly after the show closed and all I said was that I told him I would be going for a drink and not to wait up for me. But won't he suspect anything? Not a thing, why would he? We each took one sip of the wine before he kissed me again, this time more fully on the lips and with more passion. And I kissed him back. Our tongues touched. Needless to say the wine went untouched after that.

He guided me to my feet, put his arms around me and we kissed. Really kissed. Passionately. Hungrily. He eased the zipper all the way down the back of my dress and then deftly unhooked my bra. We kissed some more and pressed our bodies together so that I could feel his erection against me as we inched ever so slowly to the bed. He hooked his thumbs beneath my dress at the shoulders and eased it and my bra straps downs my arms, kissing me all the while. Then he eased my dress and bra down to my hips. He put his left arm around me so that his hand was in the middle of my back and pressed my titties and erect nipples firmly against him. I kissed him as hungrily as he kissed me, maybe even a bit more so. Then I felt his right hand cup and fondle my left breast and tease my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. That sensation sent a shiver through my body and straight to my cunt. His touch told me that even at his young age he knew about women. He continued to fondle my breast and kiss me as his left hand moved back to start my dress down beyond my hips. My bra fell completely loose and onto the carpet. And then my dress fell to my ankles. I eased my shoes off, stepped out of it and gently kicked it aside. He soon had both hands working my breasts and the sensations moved me to an even higher level of arousal, something I felt throughout my entire body and not just in my tits and pussy.

There was nothing tentative about him. Nor was there anything clumsy. He guided me onto my back on the bed, removed his Navy blue blazer and deep blue shirt. That's when I noticed how smooth his chest was. I loved my husband's hairy chest but seeing this man's hairless torso was curiously exciting. He knelt alongside the bed, moved his left arm over my shoulder, under the back of my neck and grasped my left wrist. Then he placed his right arm between my legs so that his bicep pressed hard against my pussy. I was pinned under his control. I felt his strength. I was his to do with as he pleased. He held me like that for a long moment, as if to accentuate his dominance, then moved his face over me and took my left nipple between his lips. He nibbled and nipped at it, then swirled his tongue over it. He took more of my breast into his mouth and suckled it. His tongue flicked and swirled all over my breast sending shivers of excitement all through me. I was so awash with desire lost track of how long he did this. Then he began to slowly trail kisses, nips and licks down my belly until he reached my belly button. He spent a good time there, tickling and swirling his tongue on and around it. Next, he kissed his way to the top of my panties. He used his tongue to lift the soft elastic, as if this was a preview of what was to come. He withdrew his arm from between my legs just enough so that his hand could fondle my pussy through the silk panties. His touch was both expert and wonderful. My ass squirmed against the mattress. I gasped and tried to control my breathing. His fingers explored my pussy lips, the shaft of my rigid clitoris, then my clitoris. I moaned and bit my lower lip as I felt an orgasm building. He continued touching my pussy as he began kissing, nipping and licking his way up my right side, both tickling and exciting. He reached the crook of my arm just above my armpit. He bit me there not enough to leave a mark but, still, hard enough. That sent my pussy quivering and bucking against his fingers and to my first orgasm. Not the hardest orgasm of my life but good nonetheless. And different in a way that I couldn't explain.

He rose to his feet as I basked in that lovely little orgasm. I watched as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped then stepped out of his tan Dockers. He turned to face me and slowly eased his boxer shorts down his hips. Then his hard cock sprang free. My eyes widened and I held my breath. It was at least two inches longer and not quite twice as thick as my husband's with a large, bulbous, purplish head. That had to make it close to nine inches long and not quite as round as the cardboard tube around which paper towels are wrapped. My vibrator was longer and thicker than my husband's beautiful cock and I occasionally inserted it fully in me, but only on those days when I was incredibly horny. I guess I wasn't ready for something that huge. In fact, we had never discussed size, not even once. But this man's cock was larger than anything I had imagined much less actually seen, and at first I was both intimidated and aroused just by looking at it.

He stepped out of his shorts then stood there letting me look at his cock. His stance, almost a rehearsed pose, told me that he took a lot of pride in its size and that he expected me to adore it, first with my eyes. He moved onto the bed, placed his forearms in the crooks of my knees and lifted and spread my legs to give him full access to my pussy. There was something in the way he moved and in his posture that stated that he was dominant, that I was there so he could fuck me, as if him just being him made it impossible for me to deny anything and everything he wanted. And perhaps he was right about this, still, in my mind I was there to fuck him. To use him to quench my not fully understood desire to fuck a man who was not my husband.

He moved forward, eased the crotch panel of my panties to the side and placed that huge bulbous head to naked my pussy. Even though I was wet I wasn't yet physically or mentally prepared for his size so I braced myself for what had to be a painful penetration but he pressed it against me only enough to spread both my outer and inner cunt lips. He held it there against my opening for a long moment. It felt so wonderful that I had to catch my breath. Then he slowly moved up my body. He rubbed it teasingly against both breasts and especially my nipples before moving up to offer it to my mouth. I took it in both hands and stroked it. Then I kissed and licked it all up and down the shaft, as well as kissed and licked his balls. I was in no hurry. The more I handled and licked it the more fascinated and comfortable I became with it. And with this came an arousal I had not experienced before. A different kind of arousal I couldn't explain. Then I took as much of it as I could into my mouth, which was at most an inch beyond the head, and sucked and slurped and gobbled with total abandon, all while stroking it vigorously with my right hand and cupping his balls in my left hand. I heard him breathe harder and faster, felt his balls draw up into his pelvic cavity, and his thighs and lower belly begin to tremble. His cock stiffened even more. I knew his orgasm was on the way and that inspired me to suck and stroke him with even more fervor. He gasped and moaned. I tasted his pre-cum. I squeezed his balls a bit more firmly. He let out a gasping-moaning gurgle as his cum splat hard against the back of my mouth followed by another spurt and another, so much so that I couldn't swallow all of it fast enough. Still, with cum dribbling down the sides of my mouth and on my chin I sucked and slurped and stroked almost furiously. I wanted every drop of cum he had in him. Then with those sensations becoming too intense he slowly withdrew his throbbing cock from my mouth and grasp.

He sat on his heels between my legs, eased my panties all the way off then just looked at my clean shaven, glistening pussy as if mesmerized by it. He moved my knees up, spread them wide and just looked, all while I studied his face. I can't explain it but he looked like a little boy seeing something intriguing for the first time. So much so that for a brief speck in time I felt a bit motherly toward him. Something in me wanted to pull him to my bosom and hold him. But that vanished as quickly as it came. Because that's when he bent forward, placed my legs on his slender shoulders, and took my large left cunt lip between his lips. He nipped firmly then slid his lips up and down its length, and any intrepid thoughts I had gave way to those sensations. His tongue worked with his lips to intensify those sensations. He ran his tongue between my large outer lip and thin and delicate inner pussy lip length the whole length from the bottom all the way up to and along the side of my rigid clitoris shaft. He repeated that many times, almost lazily, and always taking care to barely brush my clitoris with his lower lip. Those sensations were overwhelming. I panted and moaned and tried my best not to squirm myself away from that marvelous touch. He took my thin and delicate inner left cunt lip between his lips, only then he stopped just short of reaching my clitoris, though he took care to ever so gently blow hot breath on it. He repeated this several times before taking my right outer lip between his lips. He did the very same things on the right side of my pussy as he did to the left, and drew me to the very brink of orgasm, something he sensed and backed off a millisecond before I exploded all over his face every sexual sensation that so filled my entire body and centered in my sensory-overloaded pussy. That was exquisite torture and not only did he know it he reveled in it. Then he took both of my inner lips between his lips, inserted the tip of his tongue between them and moved briskly up and down. He inserted his tongue just a bit deeper between them as he went up and down until it reached my opening. And again he brought me to the brink of orgasm before backing off. I tossed my head from side to side, bit my lower lip and dug my fingers deep into the bed cover and mattress as every fiber in my being screamed for release. But that would come when he decided and not before.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he inserted his tongue as deep as it would reach into my opening. He moved it firmly in and out and around and around as if to open it wide in preparation for what was surely to come. This went on and on until, with my legs still draped over his shoulders, he ran his tongue directly on and the full length of my clitoral shaft. He flicked it up and down and across, and swirled it around until once again I was on the verge of exploding before he eased off. I had no idea for how long this went on but it seemed like hours, though in real time it was more like fifteen to twenty minutes. I felt sensory overloaded verging on exhaustion, something he sensed because it was then that he placed his mouth firmly over my clitoris and with a suckling motion like an infant feeding from a mother's breast he brought me closer and closer until, finally, I climaxed so hard it seemed like I would never catch my breath again. My body trembled and bucked and my lungs screamed for air, and when that breath finally came it was in a loud, desperate gasp. The sensations in my cunt were overwhelming, way too much to take even one more lick. I tried to push his head away, to free my cunt from the grip his mouth had on it but he held firmly and motionless in place until those heart-stopping, breath-taking, body-quaking sensations subsided. Then he started suckling my clitoris again and within a few seconds I had a second, equally as explosive orgasm. And again despite my best efforts to push him away he held firmly and motionlessly in place on my clitoris until I recovered enough for him to bring to a third orgasm.

I must have blacked out because of the indescribable pleasure and sheer relief that third orgasm brought because when I opened my eyes he was over me. His body was propped on his hands and outstretched arms and his eyes looked deeply into mine. He was still between my legs, which were still draped over his shoulders. That's when I felt the bulbous head of his huge cock labor its way into my cunt. The thrill I got from his thickness and that initial penetration, surely not more than two inches, made me catch my breath. There were only two prior times when my pussy had been fully stretched, and that was when I gave birth to my children. But on both of those occasions I had been given epidural blocks that totally numbed any sensation and pain. And beyond this the biggest stretch that I experienced was from my vibrator, which was a bit more than half of the girth that now entered my so desperately wanting pussy. He held it in place just long enough for me to adapt to that initial thrill then pushed it in another two inches deeper, and again I not only gasped but my eyes rolled up into my head. For a second or two I actually thought I could see the wave of pleasure that swooped over and captured my senses. He held his cock motionlessly about a mere four inches deep into my cunt until my eyes returned to meet his. Then he pushed it in another two inches. That's when with a purely involuntary motion my back arched and my ass pushed my pussy upward in a way that asked for more cock, which he gladly accommodated. There, for the first time in my life, a cock reached a place in me that nothing much less anybody had ever touched, and though it seemed like it had bottomed-out, which left him with at least an inch of excess meat, the feelings in my cunt were way too heavenly for words to describe. I read letters written by hot wives about the thrill and pleasure of being stretched and stuffed to the max, and never fully understood. Now I knew exactly what is was they tried to describe.

He eased his cock all the way back until the head was still barely in me, then he eased it all the way back in. Gently and slowly at first, then gradually a bit faster and harder until his weight rested on his elbows and my ass moved forward to greet every new thrust, and we fucked with wild abandon. At that moment there was no husband, no kids, no home, no community, no Camille. My whole life, my universe, my purpose, my identity, my hopes and fears were right there in the thrill, pleasure and fullness that started in my cunt and coursed unbridled throughout my entire being. I lost count of my orgasms as I gasped and moaned, and whimpered and gurgled, and every noise that came out of me had that unmistakable cunty sound that originated where his cock so filled me and raced up through my body to grunt its way out of me by way of my mouth. And now his cock was all the way in me. I felt his balls slap against my ass as his long, steady, powerful seven inch strokes brought him closer and closer to orgasm. My fingers dug into his back, my legs were wrapped around his hips, I felt his hot breath on my neck, my nipples were so hard they ached. Then I felt his body trembled so hard it neared convulsion. I felt his load of hot cum splat inside me. He pressed his cock hard against me. He held totally still for a long, long moment. Then he pulled it all the way out and he collapsed on his back next to me. We lie there side by side not touching, just catching our breath and waiting to regain our senses.

After a few minutes he asked I was sure that my husband wouldn't be suspicious about me getting home so late. I turned to take a long look at him and got the feeling that scoring with another man's wife was as important to him as the sex was. That's when I knew it was time for Camille, not the just wanton slut who had just fucked her pretty little ass off, to leave. As I put my bra and panties on I felt cum oozing out of my so thoroughly fucked pussy and that felt good. Then as I put my dress and shoes on I wondered how many wives he had seduced into cheating on their husbands. I retrieved my keys from my handbag, and then without saying a word started for the door.

"What? No kiss goodbye?" he asked a bit too smugly for me to appreciate.

I opened the door slightly then looked back at him.

"A great fuck like we just had is a hard act to follow. Think your husband is up to it?" he asked.

I was about to say that if he only knew that this was something my husband and I did for the both of us, that my husband knew exactly where I was and what I did, and that he was all for it. And that the self-satisfied young man sprawled on the bed was just a cock to us, the one we needed to fulfill our fantasy and would soon be on his way out of our city as well as out of our lives. But instead I simply smiled at him in a way that threw him mentally off balance and said that yes he had a really different cock and knew what to do with it but when it came to being a man he wasn't fit to carry my husband's sweaty jock strap, and that was the plain and simple truth.