02-01-2022, 01:46 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-01-2022, 01:47 AM by Lollobionda. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Their kisses were only occasionally interrupted by looking into each other's eyes like teenagers in love, almost absorbing each other with their gazes, only to immediately fall back into a long, tender kiss.
Marilyn could not remember feeling a penis in her pussy so intensely. It wasn't just a simple horniness that gripped her body, no, she felt an immensely pleasant sense of connection and tenderness and she wished she could hold on to this moment, this feeling, forever.
Above all, she felt a pleasant body pressing against her, not a flabby belly that made it almost impossible for her to ride her husband.
But she wanted more. She wanted to savour the feeling of having sex with this man even more intensely and so she began to gently stimulate herself with her pelvis on Martin's shaft with circular movements.
Sometimes she let her pelvis circle on his piston, and then again she gently rocked her pussy back and forth against his belly.
At the same time, she pressed herself against Martin so that her clit found the friction it so urgently needed and immediately reacted to the touch with small flashes in her body.
But then it was Marilyn again who could no longer hold her back. Her movements became more and more frantic and her breath only came in deep, irregular puffs that were more like gasps or moans.
She leaned back now, pressed her lap as hard as she could on Martin's lap and just let herself drift in her excitement that was now flooding her whole body.
So she felt it almost as if in a kind of distance that warm lips were enveloping her nipples, sucking on them, giving her further lust. She heard a gasp and a moan and couldn't tell whether it came from Martin or from herself. But she could definitely identify the smacking sounds of her completely soaked pussy.
And then she felt this pulling in her sex and her body, this trembling and cramping, the approach of her next climax. And as she felt the first contractions, she also heard a groan from Martin.
She could feel his cock enlarge even more in her grotto, which held him tightly, and then begin to pulsate. She felt his seed being flung against her womb mouth and found it arousing, beautiful and satisfying.
Again and again, with each wave of pleasure that raced through her body, she gasped, she moaned, just letting herself drift, while Martin breathed heavily in rhythm with his contractions.
Only slowly did the tension ease and, completely exhausted, Marilyn finally slumped forward, leaned against Martin's chest and then rested her head on his shoulder.
When she felt Martin's arms pulling her against him, she felt accepted and desired, feelings she hadn't had for a long time, but still often sorely missed.
She wanted to tell him now as much as she felt that she had enjoyed it and had no regrets.
Maybe even that she had fallen in love with him, but she was afraid of ruining the situation and so she kept silent.
Martin felt the same way. Everything in him was still in turmoil. He was in love, there was no doubt about that, but he was afraid at the same time. His new girlfriend was married.
Apart from the fact that he had some remorse, of course, the sword of Damocles always hung over him, that in case of doubt she would return to her husband and leave him again.
But he didn't want to think about that now. He wanted to enjoy the moment, feel her warmth, her body and absorb her scent deeply.
Only when they began to freeze did they detach themselves from each other and stand up.
A light mass came away from their sex and flowed viscously down their thighs. Some also dripped onto Martin's feet.
"Come on, let's get cleaned up!" said Martin, standing up and pulling Marilyn into the bathroom with him.
They got into the shower together and started soaping each other up. They were fooling around again like young teenagers in love.
Without any shyness, they soaped themselves all over, caressed each other, and then showed their affection for each other again with little nudges on the tip of their noses or other little teasing.
When they finally got out of the shower, it was already dark outside.
They helped each other dry off and then got dressed.
"Another coffee. So to speak, the coffee afterwards?"
"Sure!"
Martin turned on the coffee machine and a short time later they were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table. They didn't speak much now, partly because they didn't need to.
But their eyes kept meeting, saying "Hey, you're great! And what we just did was unique".
And so only a few words fell and they both just hung on their thoughts.
"What are you doing New Year's Eve?" finally asked Marilyn.
"I haven't put anything out yet. My in-laws, or rather ex- in-laws, asked me if I wanted to come over. But I haven't
but I haven't said yes yet. Why? Are you alone too?"
"No, my husband wants to go to the New Year's Eve ball at the town hall." She paused for a moment.
"But he doesn't like dancing at all. We'll probably just have some food, then watch others dance and then go home rather bored right around midnight!"
"Ohh!" Martin was surprised.
"And you think I should turn up there as your dance partner?"
"Would be an idea, wouldn't it?"
"Sounds good to me! For Norman, I think I'll go back to pestering my in-laws."
Martin was sure his mother-in-law would not refuse.
Then Marilyn looked at her watch and said she had to leave slowly now.
Martin fetched her jacket from the cloakroom. Somehow it was probably right that she should go home now and leave him alone.
Still, he wanted nothing more now than to be close to her.
He dreaded now again the emptiness, the silence in the flat when she would close the front door behind her, even if they would see each other again in a few days.
He accompanied Marilyn to the front door. But before she left the house, she turned briefly, "Bye! I'll be in touch!"
She turned and pushed the knob down.
"Marilyn!"
"Yes?" She turned to Martin again without letting go of the knob.
Not knowing himself what he was getting into now, Martin also didn't think twice as he now let his feelings run wild, "Do you want to sleep with me tonight? I mean, I don't want to sleep with you... I just want to feel you, not lie in bed alone."
Marilyn looked at him, aghast. At first she just stood still. Suddenly they both realised that their relationship could only have gone in one direction, that direction. They would have been naïve if they had thought that their meetings could only ever run on some kind of friendly basis and sometimes a bit of "popping".
They had just both felt that they loved and desired each other.
And just as abruptly, they now became aware again that there was also a third player, one who didn't even know yet that he had become a teammate.
But now the situation seemed to have overwhelmed them both.
Although it had been the most obvious problem, they had both simply blanked it out.
Slowly, she approached him again. She could understand him, also because she would have been only too happy to accept this offer. But she also knew that she would not have been able to explain to her husband where she had stayed the night, and this was all still too new for this discussion.
Yet!
She would only explain the game to Robert when it was probably already lost for him. Or he would never know that he was involved in this game.
She stopped just before Martin.
"I would like to accept the offer," she finally said, "but I think that would be too difficult for me now. Can you understand that?"
Martin nodded. It was clear to him that he was asking too much of her now.
But then Marilyn once again put her arm around his neck, pulled him to her and gently placed her lips on his.
But the gentle kiss slowly turned into more, their tongues found each other again and it seemed as if they didn't want to stop kissing. Their hands caressed the other and it was only when Martin began to gently nip at her earlobes too that Marilyn gently pushed him back.
"We have to stop now," she said, "or I'll change my mind!"
"How can I reach you?"
She thought for a moment, "I'll be in touch. I promise!"
With that she turned again, but now firmly, and went out into the cold.
No sooner had Marilyn left the house than Martin dialled his in-laws' phone number.
"Hello Martin!" his late wife's mother answered, "alone again? Won't have been a flop, will it?!"
Her voice almost sounded a little disappointed.
When Martin didn't immediately know what to say, he heard the voice continue from the receiver: "Hello Martin, now tell me. You know women are extremely curious in this area!"
"Yes, I know that," Martin replied, "but also very ratted up!"
"Oh Martin, now don't be like that. Just your name, appearance, age, hair colour, profession, hobbies and place of residence. That's all I need to know. If you already know whether she's a good cook and where she prefers to go on holiday, then you can tell me that too."
"What colour hair," Martin now countered, "top or bottom?"
Now a loud laugh echoed through the receiver.
"Both, actually, but up will do for now! But I'm more interested in why you didn't spend an enjoyable evening. Norman can stay with us overnight too."
"No, thank you very much for the offer, but today, well, you don't have to get into bed with a woman right away!" he evaded the question of why Marilyn had left him now.
Besides, they had already preferred the night anyway, but ex-mother-in-law didn't need to know that.
"Oh, gentleman like!"
"Maybe, but I'd like to take you up on that offer for another day when I could leave Norman with you overnight."
"Yes, when are you going on the attack again?"
The woman was incorrigible.
"I would have thought New Year's Eve!"
Again Martin heard the woman's laughter through the receiver.
"James!" He heard the mother-in-law calling her husband through the earpiece, "I won the bet. Hand over the champagne. Norman's spending New Year's Eve with us!"
Then the voice was clearer again.
"If you want, Norman can stay with us until New Year's Eve. We'll then go to the indoor swimming pool tomorrow. I'm sure Norman will like that!"
With that, everything was settled.
But it was only the 28th and there were still a few days until New Year's Eve.
And what particularly distressed him was that he had to wait until Marilyn herself got in touch.
He understood that she was afraid he might accidentally get her husband on the phone, but the wait would probably drive him crazy...
Marilyn could not remember feeling a penis in her pussy so intensely. It wasn't just a simple horniness that gripped her body, no, she felt an immensely pleasant sense of connection and tenderness and she wished she could hold on to this moment, this feeling, forever.
Above all, she felt a pleasant body pressing against her, not a flabby belly that made it almost impossible for her to ride her husband.
But she wanted more. She wanted to savour the feeling of having sex with this man even more intensely and so she began to gently stimulate herself with her pelvis on Martin's shaft with circular movements.
Sometimes she let her pelvis circle on his piston, and then again she gently rocked her pussy back and forth against his belly.
At the same time, she pressed herself against Martin so that her clit found the friction it so urgently needed and immediately reacted to the touch with small flashes in her body.
But then it was Marilyn again who could no longer hold her back. Her movements became more and more frantic and her breath only came in deep, irregular puffs that were more like gasps or moans.
She leaned back now, pressed her lap as hard as she could on Martin's lap and just let herself drift in her excitement that was now flooding her whole body.
So she felt it almost as if in a kind of distance that warm lips were enveloping her nipples, sucking on them, giving her further lust. She heard a gasp and a moan and couldn't tell whether it came from Martin or from herself. But she could definitely identify the smacking sounds of her completely soaked pussy.
And then she felt this pulling in her sex and her body, this trembling and cramping, the approach of her next climax. And as she felt the first contractions, she also heard a groan from Martin.
She could feel his cock enlarge even more in her grotto, which held him tightly, and then begin to pulsate. She felt his seed being flung against her womb mouth and found it arousing, beautiful and satisfying.
Again and again, with each wave of pleasure that raced through her body, she gasped, she moaned, just letting herself drift, while Martin breathed heavily in rhythm with his contractions.
Only slowly did the tension ease and, completely exhausted, Marilyn finally slumped forward, leaned against Martin's chest and then rested her head on his shoulder.
When she felt Martin's arms pulling her against him, she felt accepted and desired, feelings she hadn't had for a long time, but still often sorely missed.
She wanted to tell him now as much as she felt that she had enjoyed it and had no regrets.
Maybe even that she had fallen in love with him, but she was afraid of ruining the situation and so she kept silent.
Martin felt the same way. Everything in him was still in turmoil. He was in love, there was no doubt about that, but he was afraid at the same time. His new girlfriend was married.
Apart from the fact that he had some remorse, of course, the sword of Damocles always hung over him, that in case of doubt she would return to her husband and leave him again.
But he didn't want to think about that now. He wanted to enjoy the moment, feel her warmth, her body and absorb her scent deeply.
Only when they began to freeze did they detach themselves from each other and stand up.
A light mass came away from their sex and flowed viscously down their thighs. Some also dripped onto Martin's feet.
"Come on, let's get cleaned up!" said Martin, standing up and pulling Marilyn into the bathroom with him.
They got into the shower together and started soaping each other up. They were fooling around again like young teenagers in love.
Without any shyness, they soaped themselves all over, caressed each other, and then showed their affection for each other again with little nudges on the tip of their noses or other little teasing.
When they finally got out of the shower, it was already dark outside.
They helped each other dry off and then got dressed.
"Another coffee. So to speak, the coffee afterwards?"
"Sure!"
Martin turned on the coffee machine and a short time later they were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table. They didn't speak much now, partly because they didn't need to.
But their eyes kept meeting, saying "Hey, you're great! And what we just did was unique".
And so only a few words fell and they both just hung on their thoughts.
"What are you doing New Year's Eve?" finally asked Marilyn.
"I haven't put anything out yet. My in-laws, or rather ex- in-laws, asked me if I wanted to come over. But I haven't
but I haven't said yes yet. Why? Are you alone too?"
"No, my husband wants to go to the New Year's Eve ball at the town hall." She paused for a moment.
"But he doesn't like dancing at all. We'll probably just have some food, then watch others dance and then go home rather bored right around midnight!"
"Ohh!" Martin was surprised.
"And you think I should turn up there as your dance partner?"
"Would be an idea, wouldn't it?"
"Sounds good to me! For Norman, I think I'll go back to pestering my in-laws."
Martin was sure his mother-in-law would not refuse.
Then Marilyn looked at her watch and said she had to leave slowly now.
Martin fetched her jacket from the cloakroom. Somehow it was probably right that she should go home now and leave him alone.
Still, he wanted nothing more now than to be close to her.
He dreaded now again the emptiness, the silence in the flat when she would close the front door behind her, even if they would see each other again in a few days.
He accompanied Marilyn to the front door. But before she left the house, she turned briefly, "Bye! I'll be in touch!"
She turned and pushed the knob down.
"Marilyn!"
"Yes?" She turned to Martin again without letting go of the knob.
Not knowing himself what he was getting into now, Martin also didn't think twice as he now let his feelings run wild, "Do you want to sleep with me tonight? I mean, I don't want to sleep with you... I just want to feel you, not lie in bed alone."
Marilyn looked at him, aghast. At first she just stood still. Suddenly they both realised that their relationship could only have gone in one direction, that direction. They would have been naïve if they had thought that their meetings could only ever run on some kind of friendly basis and sometimes a bit of "popping".
They had just both felt that they loved and desired each other.
And just as abruptly, they now became aware again that there was also a third player, one who didn't even know yet that he had become a teammate.
But now the situation seemed to have overwhelmed them both.
Although it had been the most obvious problem, they had both simply blanked it out.
Slowly, she approached him again. She could understand him, also because she would have been only too happy to accept this offer. But she also knew that she would not have been able to explain to her husband where she had stayed the night, and this was all still too new for this discussion.
Yet!
She would only explain the game to Robert when it was probably already lost for him. Or he would never know that he was involved in this game.
She stopped just before Martin.
"I would like to accept the offer," she finally said, "but I think that would be too difficult for me now. Can you understand that?"
Martin nodded. It was clear to him that he was asking too much of her now.
But then Marilyn once again put her arm around his neck, pulled him to her and gently placed her lips on his.
But the gentle kiss slowly turned into more, their tongues found each other again and it seemed as if they didn't want to stop kissing. Their hands caressed the other and it was only when Martin began to gently nip at her earlobes too that Marilyn gently pushed him back.
"We have to stop now," she said, "or I'll change my mind!"
"How can I reach you?"
She thought for a moment, "I'll be in touch. I promise!"
With that she turned again, but now firmly, and went out into the cold.
No sooner had Marilyn left the house than Martin dialled his in-laws' phone number.
"Hello Martin!" his late wife's mother answered, "alone again? Won't have been a flop, will it?!"
Her voice almost sounded a little disappointed.
When Martin didn't immediately know what to say, he heard the voice continue from the receiver: "Hello Martin, now tell me. You know women are extremely curious in this area!"
"Yes, I know that," Martin replied, "but also very ratted up!"
"Oh Martin, now don't be like that. Just your name, appearance, age, hair colour, profession, hobbies and place of residence. That's all I need to know. If you already know whether she's a good cook and where she prefers to go on holiday, then you can tell me that too."
"What colour hair," Martin now countered, "top or bottom?"
Now a loud laugh echoed through the receiver.
"Both, actually, but up will do for now! But I'm more interested in why you didn't spend an enjoyable evening. Norman can stay with us overnight too."
"No, thank you very much for the offer, but today, well, you don't have to get into bed with a woman right away!" he evaded the question of why Marilyn had left him now.
Besides, they had already preferred the night anyway, but ex-mother-in-law didn't need to know that.
"Oh, gentleman like!"
"Maybe, but I'd like to take you up on that offer for another day when I could leave Norman with you overnight."
"Yes, when are you going on the attack again?"
The woman was incorrigible.
"I would have thought New Year's Eve!"
Again Martin heard the woman's laughter through the receiver.
"James!" He heard the mother-in-law calling her husband through the earpiece, "I won the bet. Hand over the champagne. Norman's spending New Year's Eve with us!"
Then the voice was clearer again.
"If you want, Norman can stay with us until New Year's Eve. We'll then go to the indoor swimming pool tomorrow. I'm sure Norman will like that!"
With that, everything was settled.
But it was only the 28th and there were still a few days until New Year's Eve.
And what particularly distressed him was that he had to wait until Marilyn herself got in touch.
He understood that she was afraid he might accidentally get her husband on the phone, but the wait would probably drive him crazy...
* * * * *
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)