“Can I get one thing out of the way at the start, I’ve had the snip, so I’m safe, but if you prefer I’ll use a condom; it’s your choice.”
“It’s alright,” I said. ” I don’t like condoms, they spoil things, bareback will be fine.” I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered in his ear, “I want to feel you come inside me.”
Mike undid the remaining buttons on my blouse and slid it off my shoulders. Out of the corner of my eye I could watch our reflections in a mirror as Mike unfastened the clasp on my bra. It was surprisingly arousing watching myself being undressed by a man who was virtually a stranger. I was soon topless and Mike began to lick and nuzzle at my breasts. One of his hands squeezed my bum while the other one touched my knee then slid up the inside of my thigh.
It was one thing to allow Mike to feel and kiss my breasts, but much more serious to allow him to touch my pussy. However I did want to allow him intimate access and with only the slightest of hesitation I parted my legs. Before my husband there had only been two boys (you couldn’t really call them men) who I had allowed to touch me there, so it was very exciting to have another man at my most private place.
Now my stomach churned with excitement as Mike gently rubbed my pussy through my knickers. I knew that my love juices were in full flow and Mike must have been aware of just how damp my knickers were.
He surprised me by removing his hand, undoing the button on my skirt, unzipping it and allowing it to fall to the floor. Now his hand slid inside my knickers and I parted my legs, anxious for Mike to touch my sex. He ran a finger along my cunt and then probed into me. He slid easily into my silky wetness, before sending another finger in to join the first. Writhing with pleasure I started to unbutton his shirt. As soon as his shirt was off Mike backed me towards the bed. He laid me down on it, tugged at my knickers and then quickly removed them.
His head went between my legs and I shivered as his tongue ran along my slit and then probed into me. He shifted his aim slightly and began to excite my clitoris at the same time as he struggled to remove his trousers and pants.
My husband was the only man who had ever gone down on me and although I enjoyed it I invariably saw it as relatively brief foreplay; I never wanted to delay too long before moving on to the main course and getting his prick inside me.
It was the same with Mike. After a couple of minutes I shuffled up the bed, forcing him to disengage. I spread my legs wide and offered my cunt to him. He moved eagerly between my thighs. I reached down and took hold of his prick; you must remember that the only prick I had ever touched or seen was my husband’s, so I was keen to see how Mike’s compared.
I was very impressed with the firmness of his erection, but I’m not going to pretend he was supremely endowed with a massive cock which stretched my inexperienced pussy. The truth is he felt “normal” to me – in other words plenty big enough to give me pleasure.
Having touched and fondled his cock I was now intent on guiding it to its target. I placed it against my pussy lips and gently rubbed the head against me to get some of my copious juices on him. I wanted to make sure that he went into me without any trouble, though I felt so wet that I was pretty certain it wasn’t going to be a problem.
I released him and Mike understood that was the signal for him to penetrate me. Firmly, but gently he pushed into me and I gasped as after nearly thirty years of marriage my cunt lips parted and another man’s cock slid into my previously faithful pussy.
At first he was quite gentle which was nice, but I prefer a good vigorous fucking, so I urged Mike to do it harder and faster. Of course he responded and I was soon pinned against the bed as he rammed into me. Not surprisingly the excitement was too much and, having warned me that he couldn’t hold back, Mike gave a couple of brutal thrusts then a deep groan and I felt his prick jerk inside me and the lovely warm, wet feeling when a man floods you with sperm.
We lay there gasping for a while and then Mike rolled off me. A trickle of sperm oozed from my slit and onto the bed. We cuddled together in the spoons position and Mike cradled one of my breasts. It was warm and companionable. I had thought I might feel guilty, but I didn’t and in fact I was hoping there was going to be more because I hadn’t come yet.
Mike kissed gently at the back of my neck and I responded by rubbing my backside against his groin.
“You are so nice,” he said. “I loved being inside you, it felt wonderful.”
“Mmm yes I enjoyed it,” I replied. “Your cock felt lovely inside me.” We cuddled closer and I could feel his penis stirring. “Can I make a confession?” I asked. Rather warily Mike said yes. “You’re only the second man I’ve slept with. Before today the only person who’d fucked me was my husband.”
“Really!” said Mike. “Then why now, why me?”
“I guess I’m not getting any younger and I thought I ought to try it before it was too late. And anyway you’re seriously attractive.”
I turned to face Mike and cupped his balls. They’d already released one load inside me and if I had anything to do with it they were going to release another before too long. My hand slid upwards and began to stroke his shaft.
“Would you like to make love again?” Mike asked.
“Yes,” I said, pushing his shoulder so that he was flat on his back. “But this time I get to go on top.” I swung my right leg across, gripped his rapidly hardening cock and guided it towards my entrance. I bore down on him and rotated my hips so that his full length was embedded in me. I leaned forward and dangled my breasts in front of Mike and not surprisingly he lunged upwards and latched hungrily onto one of them. Now I could control the speed and rhythm of our fucking, but I could feel the pressure mounting and I wanted to cum in my favorite position.
“Will you take me from behind?”
“I’d love to,” Mike replied.