What words or gestures would I use? Did I really want what I thought I wanted? I had a husband, for crying out loud. When Carmela took Timmy to the park and my husband was playing golf, I went to her room and watched one of her videotapes. The screen was full of beautiful, naked women in orgy. There was kissing and fucking and sucking and moaning everywhere. I throbbed as I opened my robe and rubbed myself while watching the women. Maybe I could do it just once to see how it feels.
She and I were in the pool one hot afternoon. Timmy was in the tiny kiddie pen right next to us. “Carmela?” I asked. “When do you get to have a love life? You’re always here.”
“It has been a long time for me to make love. My body longs for the touch of a woman. It will happen soon,” she said dreamily.
Sooner than you think, I thought. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to touch me, Carmela? You know your total happiness is very important to me.”
“You would do that for me? You are so beautiful and kind. I have dreamed of it,” she said earnestly. “You are certain?”
“Very certain,” I answered as we neared each other. Our heads came together and we kissed. She tasted like Coke and breath mints. We assaulted each other’s mouths while we still kept an eye on Timmy. A woman’s tongue is totally unlike a man’s. It doesn’t overpower but allows for sensual exploration.
“My breasts, Carmela. Please!” She removed by bikini top and fondled them. As I glanced over at Timmy, she took one of them in her mouth. I groaned in pleasure. As Timmy giggled and played, she took the other. She held them both in her hands as she alternated sucking the nipples. I thought I would go crazy. “Oh. Yes! Carmela. Your mouth feels wonderful. Suck me!”
“Shall I go down further, Mrs. Kall? Do you want me to touch you there? It is the center of a woman, you know. All of her good emotions are felt in the pussy. Does it throb for you now? Will you cum as soon as my hand touches your flesh? You watch little Timmy now. I will give you pleasure.”
As I watched my child, she put her hand in my bikini bottom and rubbed my pussy lips and my clit. I came on her hand. Powerfully. My body shuddered in pleasure. Was it the power of suggestion? I think not. It was the power of the female hand.
“I could put my fingers into you, but I think you have had enough for now. You cum so easily. That excites me. Think about what I did to you. Know there is more pleasure to come. I will take the baby in for a nap.” I reassembled my suit and climbed out.
It was several days before I was completely alone with Carmela. My husband was out of town and Timmy was spending a few days with his grandparents. I cancelled two committee meetings in anticipation of immediate sex. But we waited until night even though I begged her to touch me as soon as my in-laws left. We began kissing in the living room and worked our way upstairs. We arrived at her room, lit with scented candles. Carmela gently removed my robe and laid me on her bed. “I have wanted you so much. I can hardly wait to taste your pussy. Open your legs and let me see you. Ah! It is as beautiful as I imagined. As beautiful as your entire being. I am so hungry for you now.”
Carmela began by licking me. Slowly. Over and over. Then she sucked my pussy into her mouth. The pressure and the pleasure were so enormous I came right away. I writhed in sensual agony as her fingers opened me, explored me, bringing forth my juices. I could feel myself building to orgasm again as she pumped her long fingers into my pussy while she pulled on my clit with her lips. She ate my cream.
From between my legs, between licks, she asked,” How does your pussy feel? Do you think that I am good? Did you take much pleasure from me?”
“A little sore, but fantastic. I’ve never been eaten so well.”
“Good. Now I will take my pleasure from you.”
She kept my legs spread, but climbed on top of me. Just like the girls in the movie. She attached her pussy to my sore one and began gyrating, grinding, grating. I looked at her beautiful, smiling face as she screwed me, as her pussy got hotter, as she came with a little scream. She stayed on top of me, kissing my lips, my eyelids, running her fingers through my hair. Saying things to me in Spanish. Then she starting fucking me again.
As she moved on me, “Do you like my pussy on yours? I love fucking a girl this way. Your blonde hairs are like silk. You are big down there. The clitoris, it is large. It gets hard like a man’s penis. I, too, am big. It pokes mine. It makes the ride even better. Si? Kiss me. Excellent! Think about our pussies rubbing together and cum with me. It will happen. I can feel your heart and your heat. Now! Oh, the fuck, yes!”
As the months progressed, we did all the sexual things that she promised. Her talented tongue seemed to get better every time it invaded my willing pussy. She had an assortment of interesting UPS-delivered dicks that she used in me. The double-headed yellow one was a favorite. It lost itself between us as we sat on my bed, our sundresses raised to the waist, facing each other filled, bumping and necking. But her huge red strap-on dick in my ass was the bomb, as the teenagers say. At first I thought I would split open. Then I thought I would never stop cumming as she set up her rhythm in me. The videos kept coming. I joined her viewing. One hot night we mimicked everything that was done in one of the films.
Carmela was the expert in our relationship. She fucked me, yes, but she taught me how to return the favor. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that the taste, smell and texture of a woman’s pussy could excite me. Carmela loved it when I sucked her pussy, but she also liked it when I was inventive. She went wild when I talked dirty as I explored her pussy with a fat candle or a skinny bottle of perfume.
One lazy afternoon when Timmy was napping, I took Carmela into my bedroom to show her a dress I might be wearing to a party. Instead of trying it on myself, I let her do it. Even though I was slightly taller, our clothes are about the same size. I found some high heels that went perfectly with the dress. “Let me get some jewelry,” I said. I fastened a diamond necklace around her neck as she clipped on the matching earring. She stood before the large floor mirror, the picture of beauty and perfection. From behind her, I began rubbing her breasts through the soft fabric.
“You are exquisite, Carmela. Looking at you excites me so.” My lips had found the long column of her neck. “I want to do wicked things to you.”
“If you must, Mrs. Kall. My body is for your pleasure,” she said tremulously. “There is no need to be gentle.”