29-04-2019, 07:54 PM
The Eye of the Hurricane
PART2
I vaguely heard Tom order Maggie to get on her knees, which she promptly did kissing her way down his body. Perhaps owing to some strange female synchrony in the villa, Holly suddenly responded to the same urgency. She too started sinking to her knees, sliding her hands down my body. As she descended, she kissed me first on my chest, paying special attention to my nipples, and as she worked her way down my body with kisse. My hands moved excitedly over her shoulders, then her breasts in an almost animal abandon. When I felt her lips at the fines hair over my abs, I groaned involuntarily, throwing my head back, and then pushing her shoulders forcefully, downward into my wiry pubic hair.
The Rising
She paused for a few moments to caress my shaft with each of her cheeks. looking up into my eyes with her mouth open in a sultry pose. Hear hair felt like finest silk sliding over my abs and my member. She paused to lick the drop of pre-cum from my tiny slit. At last Maggie's lips found my aching erection with a forcefulness that momentarily took my breath away. To say that I moaned would be an understatement. It was more a loud animal groan that, at the time, I believed could be heard for miles. I looked over, slightly embarrassed to my wife and the object of her attention to see whether I had caused any reaction.
I needn't have worried, Maggie and Tom were in their own world and could not have cared less about the other side of the villa. Only when I saw Maggie suck Tom's large member -- one hand stroking him and the other working his small erect nipples—I began to realize how much pent-up passion this beautiful woman embodied and how much I had taken her for granted. Our lovemaking had, over the course of our marriage become rather perfunctory, and I was not the most romantic of souls. Now here she was, giving herself fully to her passions, sucking Tom with wild, enthusiastic abandon, and I could only say to myself, "My god, you're sexy and beautiful! Good on you!"
For his part, Tom was responding to this, perhaps the best blowjob of his life, by moaning and yelping like a puppy. He thrust his hips in and out of my wife's face rapidly, both hands on her head, forcing her to maintain the pace. Whenever he went too deeply, she gagged but gamely tried to accommodate him.
All the while, Holly's style contrasted to Maggie's. She worked me very slowly to bring my passion to the boil. Her mouth went deep and slow with each stroke, her tongue sliding over the bottom of my red, swollen member. On each thrust of her mouth, her lips dragged over my shaft as she managed to take most of me in each time. On each return, her head would move slowly back and I felt a wonderful suction. I moved my hips in time to her action, and the whole experience felt like a dream, with the music seeming to echo her rhythm and the wind outside slowly mounting in intensity. Clearly experienced with men, she was in complete control of my body and my reactions. Although I felt I could cum at any moment, I also knew that my orgasms were clearly something she intended to control and to own.
Trying vainly to control my body, I cast a momentary sidelong glance over to my wife and Tom to take my mind off my own urgency. By now she was moaning at the feast she was enjoying; fingering her clit with one hand while pulling Tom close, her other hand lovingly squeezing his tight butt. Knowing my wife's oral capabilities, I guessed that Tom would not be able to hold out much longer. Sure enough, Maggie began to slow her pace, perhaps sensing how far gone he was. She reached for his cock with her free hand, pumping his shaft expertly, but did not take her mouth away from his cock as she always did from mine during a blowjob. I sensed Tom's explosion from clear across the room, and once again I was surprised to see Maggie happily continuing to blow him. In the light of the villa's lamp, I could see his cock coated with cum as she continued to work him. Her lips and one cheek were slick and white with his ejaculate. He begged her to relax, and tried to pull from her, but she too was in the grips of sensual ecstasy.
After several moments passed, her mouth slid from him, revealing his deep rosy cock with its crimson head. She rose unsteadily to rinse his cum from her mouth (they were both a bit unsteady by this time) but he pulled her back saying, "No you don't – Swallow it; all of it. It's good for you." I expected her to firmly rebuff him, but instead, she did as he commanded. He smiled broadly, now taking her hand more tenderly and pulled her back to him. With a finger of his free hand he wiped the cum from her face and fed it to her, which she eagerly accepted, then her kissed her full on the lips. He put his arms around her waist and they continued kissing.
An aside here to explain that I had become accustomed to knowing Maggie's usual reaction to elements of lovemaking, so this tenderness and subservience on her part with a different partner came as a huge shock to me. I knew that she had "coloured outside the lines" a couple times in our marriage (from snooping on her chatting and other totally boorish and wrongheaded behavior,) and rather than accepting her need to experiment and enjoy other men, I had reacted like a complete idiot, doing my best to wreck our marriage. It was only now, seeing her blossom into the sensual woman that I had done my best to repress for most of our marriage that I realised the extent of the damage I had done to both of us. How I longed to apologise to her and tell her how incredible I thought she looked sucking Tom's cock, but that apology would have to wait for another day. For now, I was overjoyed to see her so happy and smiling. Tom led her to the turquoise sofa, and they sat to watch us as he recovered his libido. As they sat together, Maggie's legs slightly parted, with her one leg over his, they began kissing deeply again. I had a feeling that once the wonderful perfume of her always-fragrant pussy that it would be he who would be on his knees, a "goner", subservient to her every wish.
The Storm Rages
Outside, the storm intensified with a steady rain and somewhat howling winds. Inside, secure in the Club's well-built, with its light and warmth, I was in another world. I felt the urgent need to cum as Maggie now picked up the pace of sucking and licking my own cock. Every man reading this will know that feeling of being so close to the verge; of being at the point of no return, with ones cock pulsating and ready to explode, and a tightness in the loins that only a climax will relieve. Holly must have been familiar with this as well because just as I approached the point of no return, her hand slid softly off my ass, which she had been squeezing, and down my leg. She reached suddenly and squeezed my balls, taking my passion down several notches in an instant. It hurt of course, but it was a delicious kind of hurt and for a reason I would soon approve of most heartily.
Maggie pulled her lips from my shaft, exposing it to the cool draft of the A/C and said firmly, but not unkindly, "Not yet big boy. I need your hot mouth to do a little work." She rose, steadying herself on my legs and then my trunk, took my hand and turned to the king sized bed. Maggie looked at us momentarily, and cautioned Holly, "Watch out Holly, he is really good at this."
Holly replied, "That's what I am hoping." Maggie went back to Tom, whose mouth was firmly planted on one of Maggie's beautiful rosebud nipples, and whose right hand was starting to massage her mons.
Holly laid back on the bed, spreading her legs apart, her knees bent and her arms outstretched. Again, I innately sensed that although I would be pushing her to the brink, she would never let either of us climax until it was her decision. A rather extraordinary woman I thought, but in truth all conscious thought was beginning to leave me as I gazed on her parted pussy lips, glistening with wetness and then was suddenly overcome by the heady scent of the desire coming from between her legs. At first, I thought she wanted me inside her just then, and so I laid on top of her. We kissed deeply and I tasted a bit of myself in her kiss. She broke from the kiss, and said, "Jack, I need to feel your mouth on me so badly I ache. Please honey."
No man could possibly resist a request like that. I began sliding down the bed and down her body as well. I stopped at each of her breasts, paying them the homage they were due, gently sucking each one up from her body. At the same time, my right hand slid down her smooth skin and felt her tummy, taut from passion, but padded by that wonderful little layer of fat that most women hate but real men love. As my hand passed over the swell of her tummy, I felt her breath quicken. Then as I felt the soft down of her pubic hair, I heard her hiss, "Yesssss" from between slightly parted lips. My lips followed to the place where my hand now rested. I took in the heady scent of her moist pussy while my lips were still kiccing her downy pussy hair. I was so glad that she wasn't one of those "landing strip" types who shave off one of the most wonderful sexual signals their bodies can offer. Holly was full and lush there, and it only served to enhance my excitement.
Now after teasing her a bit, my mouth rested on her mons and my two fingers began to massage the swollen sides of her pussy lips on either side of her clit. I inserted two fingers inside her, and as I drew them back the full impact of her scent hit me and I simply lost all notion of rational thinking, attacking her pussy with my lips, my tongue, and my fingers. Now I understood how Maggie must have felt, her pent-up passion finding a willing target in Tom, and dictating her pace in blowing him.
I was now simply a willing slave to Holly's pussy. My lips. my tongue, my fingers could not get enough of the feel and the taste of her. Whereas my Maggie's personal perfume was like a full bodied Pinot Noir, Holly was like a Reisling, lighter and softer. By far, I much prefer Maggie, but in the her and now of eating Holly's pussy, she had my rapt attention. In the minutes that ensued, my tongue darted in and out of her in a way that was not in my control, but more in hers as she held my head tightly to her womanhood. the softness of her thighs and both her hand formed a sweet trap that not man could ever desire to escape. I continued to fuck her with my tongue until my jaw ached, but somehow, I had no desire to stop or even change position. Once I looked up over the precipice of her mons, through her soft down to see her neck arched and her mouth open as though in silent prayer.
I was so satisfied to bring her to this place of wanton passion that I momentarily forgot about my own need. For most of my marriage, I had hardly ever brought Maggie to orgasm, and certainly not this way. Seeing Holly in the throes of unbridled happiness and hearing the moans and simple "yes's" from her made me feel indescribably happy somehow. Though I love Maggie desperately, I knew that she needed other men and other experiences to bring her joy. It was no reflection on our happiness as a couple, but rather a simple human truth that I was only now beginning to realise. It was probably much the same thing for Holly. She and Tom loved each other, but in this moment, I was the focus of her sexuality, and I was responsible for her joy.
Soon, I began moving in earnest on her clit. My Maggie's clit is lovely and big, and stands out when she's aroused. Holly's was rather smaller, and heavily hooded. Even so, I began to feel it swell to its full extent as I directly pushed against it with the flat of my tongue.
I continued to fuck her rapidly with my fingers, and heard her say "Oh God, Yesssss." through clenched jaws. It was then that I knew that she was on the verge, and past her personal point of no return.
Seconds later, I was rewarded, with a loud, "Ohhhhh Yes, yes. I'm coming. Oh God, don't stop." I felt her hips bucking upwards, out of her control and tasted her thickened juices as she flowed without stopping.
I grabbed both lush cheeks of her ass and continued to torture her soaking pussy by burying my whole face in her crotch, whilst massaging her buns with my hands. After hearing her pleading for me to release her, I slowly rose to lie beside her. She finally recovered her wits a bit and looked over at me then we kissed slowly and tenderly.
On the turquoise sofa in the living area, Maggie reclined while Tom, now on his knees, worshipped Maggie's pussy as she opened to him. Her one leg was thrown over his shoulder and Tom had kissed his way up her thigh and was busily alternating between licking her lips starting at the bottom and sucking her clit with his lips each time he rose to the top.
(To Be Continued)
PART2
I vaguely heard Tom order Maggie to get on her knees, which she promptly did kissing her way down his body. Perhaps owing to some strange female synchrony in the villa, Holly suddenly responded to the same urgency. She too started sinking to her knees, sliding her hands down my body. As she descended, she kissed me first on my chest, paying special attention to my nipples, and as she worked her way down my body with kisse. My hands moved excitedly over her shoulders, then her breasts in an almost animal abandon. When I felt her lips at the fines hair over my abs, I groaned involuntarily, throwing my head back, and then pushing her shoulders forcefully, downward into my wiry pubic hair.
The Rising
She paused for a few moments to caress my shaft with each of her cheeks. looking up into my eyes with her mouth open in a sultry pose. Hear hair felt like finest silk sliding over my abs and my member. She paused to lick the drop of pre-cum from my tiny slit. At last Maggie's lips found my aching erection with a forcefulness that momentarily took my breath away. To say that I moaned would be an understatement. It was more a loud animal groan that, at the time, I believed could be heard for miles. I looked over, slightly embarrassed to my wife and the object of her attention to see whether I had caused any reaction.
I needn't have worried, Maggie and Tom were in their own world and could not have cared less about the other side of the villa. Only when I saw Maggie suck Tom's large member -- one hand stroking him and the other working his small erect nipples—I began to realize how much pent-up passion this beautiful woman embodied and how much I had taken her for granted. Our lovemaking had, over the course of our marriage become rather perfunctory, and I was not the most romantic of souls. Now here she was, giving herself fully to her passions, sucking Tom with wild, enthusiastic abandon, and I could only say to myself, "My god, you're sexy and beautiful! Good on you!"
For his part, Tom was responding to this, perhaps the best blowjob of his life, by moaning and yelping like a puppy. He thrust his hips in and out of my wife's face rapidly, both hands on her head, forcing her to maintain the pace. Whenever he went too deeply, she gagged but gamely tried to accommodate him.
All the while, Holly's style contrasted to Maggie's. She worked me very slowly to bring my passion to the boil. Her mouth went deep and slow with each stroke, her tongue sliding over the bottom of my red, swollen member. On each thrust of her mouth, her lips dragged over my shaft as she managed to take most of me in each time. On each return, her head would move slowly back and I felt a wonderful suction. I moved my hips in time to her action, and the whole experience felt like a dream, with the music seeming to echo her rhythm and the wind outside slowly mounting in intensity. Clearly experienced with men, she was in complete control of my body and my reactions. Although I felt I could cum at any moment, I also knew that my orgasms were clearly something she intended to control and to own.
Trying vainly to control my body, I cast a momentary sidelong glance over to my wife and Tom to take my mind off my own urgency. By now she was moaning at the feast she was enjoying; fingering her clit with one hand while pulling Tom close, her other hand lovingly squeezing his tight butt. Knowing my wife's oral capabilities, I guessed that Tom would not be able to hold out much longer. Sure enough, Maggie began to slow her pace, perhaps sensing how far gone he was. She reached for his cock with her free hand, pumping his shaft expertly, but did not take her mouth away from his cock as she always did from mine during a blowjob. I sensed Tom's explosion from clear across the room, and once again I was surprised to see Maggie happily continuing to blow him. In the light of the villa's lamp, I could see his cock coated with cum as she continued to work him. Her lips and one cheek were slick and white with his ejaculate. He begged her to relax, and tried to pull from her, but she too was in the grips of sensual ecstasy.
After several moments passed, her mouth slid from him, revealing his deep rosy cock with its crimson head. She rose unsteadily to rinse his cum from her mouth (they were both a bit unsteady by this time) but he pulled her back saying, "No you don't – Swallow it; all of it. It's good for you." I expected her to firmly rebuff him, but instead, she did as he commanded. He smiled broadly, now taking her hand more tenderly and pulled her back to him. With a finger of his free hand he wiped the cum from her face and fed it to her, which she eagerly accepted, then her kissed her full on the lips. He put his arms around her waist and they continued kissing.
An aside here to explain that I had become accustomed to knowing Maggie's usual reaction to elements of lovemaking, so this tenderness and subservience on her part with a different partner came as a huge shock to me. I knew that she had "coloured outside the lines" a couple times in our marriage (from snooping on her chatting and other totally boorish and wrongheaded behavior,) and rather than accepting her need to experiment and enjoy other men, I had reacted like a complete idiot, doing my best to wreck our marriage. It was only now, seeing her blossom into the sensual woman that I had done my best to repress for most of our marriage that I realised the extent of the damage I had done to both of us. How I longed to apologise to her and tell her how incredible I thought she looked sucking Tom's cock, but that apology would have to wait for another day. For now, I was overjoyed to see her so happy and smiling. Tom led her to the turquoise sofa, and they sat to watch us as he recovered his libido. As they sat together, Maggie's legs slightly parted, with her one leg over his, they began kissing deeply again. I had a feeling that once the wonderful perfume of her always-fragrant pussy that it would be he who would be on his knees, a "goner", subservient to her every wish.
The Storm Rages
Outside, the storm intensified with a steady rain and somewhat howling winds. Inside, secure in the Club's well-built, with its light and warmth, I was in another world. I felt the urgent need to cum as Maggie now picked up the pace of sucking and licking my own cock. Every man reading this will know that feeling of being so close to the verge; of being at the point of no return, with ones cock pulsating and ready to explode, and a tightness in the loins that only a climax will relieve. Holly must have been familiar with this as well because just as I approached the point of no return, her hand slid softly off my ass, which she had been squeezing, and down my leg. She reached suddenly and squeezed my balls, taking my passion down several notches in an instant. It hurt of course, but it was a delicious kind of hurt and for a reason I would soon approve of most heartily.
Maggie pulled her lips from my shaft, exposing it to the cool draft of the A/C and said firmly, but not unkindly, "Not yet big boy. I need your hot mouth to do a little work." She rose, steadying herself on my legs and then my trunk, took my hand and turned to the king sized bed. Maggie looked at us momentarily, and cautioned Holly, "Watch out Holly, he is really good at this."
Holly replied, "That's what I am hoping." Maggie went back to Tom, whose mouth was firmly planted on one of Maggie's beautiful rosebud nipples, and whose right hand was starting to massage her mons.
Holly laid back on the bed, spreading her legs apart, her knees bent and her arms outstretched. Again, I innately sensed that although I would be pushing her to the brink, she would never let either of us climax until it was her decision. A rather extraordinary woman I thought, but in truth all conscious thought was beginning to leave me as I gazed on her parted pussy lips, glistening with wetness and then was suddenly overcome by the heady scent of the desire coming from between her legs. At first, I thought she wanted me inside her just then, and so I laid on top of her. We kissed deeply and I tasted a bit of myself in her kiss. She broke from the kiss, and said, "Jack, I need to feel your mouth on me so badly I ache. Please honey."
No man could possibly resist a request like that. I began sliding down the bed and down her body as well. I stopped at each of her breasts, paying them the homage they were due, gently sucking each one up from her body. At the same time, my right hand slid down her smooth skin and felt her tummy, taut from passion, but padded by that wonderful little layer of fat that most women hate but real men love. As my hand passed over the swell of her tummy, I felt her breath quicken. Then as I felt the soft down of her pubic hair, I heard her hiss, "Yesssss" from between slightly parted lips. My lips followed to the place where my hand now rested. I took in the heady scent of her moist pussy while my lips were still kiccing her downy pussy hair. I was so glad that she wasn't one of those "landing strip" types who shave off one of the most wonderful sexual signals their bodies can offer. Holly was full and lush there, and it only served to enhance my excitement.
Now after teasing her a bit, my mouth rested on her mons and my two fingers began to massage the swollen sides of her pussy lips on either side of her clit. I inserted two fingers inside her, and as I drew them back the full impact of her scent hit me and I simply lost all notion of rational thinking, attacking her pussy with my lips, my tongue, and my fingers. Now I understood how Maggie must have felt, her pent-up passion finding a willing target in Tom, and dictating her pace in blowing him.
I was now simply a willing slave to Holly's pussy. My lips. my tongue, my fingers could not get enough of the feel and the taste of her. Whereas my Maggie's personal perfume was like a full bodied Pinot Noir, Holly was like a Reisling, lighter and softer. By far, I much prefer Maggie, but in the her and now of eating Holly's pussy, she had my rapt attention. In the minutes that ensued, my tongue darted in and out of her in a way that was not in my control, but more in hers as she held my head tightly to her womanhood. the softness of her thighs and both her hand formed a sweet trap that not man could ever desire to escape. I continued to fuck her with my tongue until my jaw ached, but somehow, I had no desire to stop or even change position. Once I looked up over the precipice of her mons, through her soft down to see her neck arched and her mouth open as though in silent prayer.
I was so satisfied to bring her to this place of wanton passion that I momentarily forgot about my own need. For most of my marriage, I had hardly ever brought Maggie to orgasm, and certainly not this way. Seeing Holly in the throes of unbridled happiness and hearing the moans and simple "yes's" from her made me feel indescribably happy somehow. Though I love Maggie desperately, I knew that she needed other men and other experiences to bring her joy. It was no reflection on our happiness as a couple, but rather a simple human truth that I was only now beginning to realise. It was probably much the same thing for Holly. She and Tom loved each other, but in this moment, I was the focus of her sexuality, and I was responsible for her joy.
Soon, I began moving in earnest on her clit. My Maggie's clit is lovely and big, and stands out when she's aroused. Holly's was rather smaller, and heavily hooded. Even so, I began to feel it swell to its full extent as I directly pushed against it with the flat of my tongue.
I continued to fuck her rapidly with my fingers, and heard her say "Oh God, Yesssss." through clenched jaws. It was then that I knew that she was on the verge, and past her personal point of no return.
Seconds later, I was rewarded, with a loud, "Ohhhhh Yes, yes. I'm coming. Oh God, don't stop." I felt her hips bucking upwards, out of her control and tasted her thickened juices as she flowed without stopping.
I grabbed both lush cheeks of her ass and continued to torture her soaking pussy by burying my whole face in her crotch, whilst massaging her buns with my hands. After hearing her pleading for me to release her, I slowly rose to lie beside her. She finally recovered her wits a bit and looked over at me then we kissed slowly and tenderly.
On the turquoise sofa in the living area, Maggie reclined while Tom, now on his knees, worshipped Maggie's pussy as she opened to him. Her one leg was thrown over his shoulder and Tom had kissed his way up her thigh and was busily alternating between licking her lips starting at the bottom and sucking her clit with his lips each time he rose to the top.
(To Be Continued)
Like, Comment and Give Rating.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)