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Well Monday and Tuesday have come and gone and I’m already five hot adventures and seven loads of all-natural, high-generating semen into my week – two of which came from a threesome last night that was beyond amazing. I received a message from the threesome couple as I awakened. The couple took the time to key in quite a number of lines of text to tell me how much they enjoyed our time together. It was a scorching hot evening for me as well; I can still remember nearly every detail, but not the overwhelming number of orgasms I experienced – my god.
I texted them back expressing similar feelings and that I hoped we could get together for another hot and slippery session very soon. The more their message made me reflect on the images and sensations of last night the hotter it all made me. So before jumping out of bed to start the day I decided to reach gently into myself, pull up some of Phil’s cum from last night, and rub it across my clit. My mind easily wandered from hot scene to hot scene like a slick movie trailer. It was no time before I found myself cumming with a writhing, shuddering, full-body orgasm within a minute or so.
So…Wednesday…after an action-packed Monday and Tuesday, I decided to give my body and my well-fucked pussy some much needed recuperation time throughout the morning and afternoon to make sure I was ready for my planned adventure with Mark this evening. His cock is probably the biggest of my regulars and I have to schedule him with caution, so my petite pussy doesn’t end up handicapped for the rest of my week of sexual nirvana. I had some writing to do for my work anyway and thought getting into that would put a temporary firehose on my insatiable sex drive.
Within a few hours I was at a comfortable point in my assignment; my mind began to wander. I became increasingly hungry for this evening’s experience and my body became ever more sensitive to the touch. While Mark’s cock is a challenge, I love gradually working it into me feeling the tremendous fullness it gives me. The tight fit also yanks on my clit with each stroke doubling my already strong orgasmic abilities. I found myself so captured by these hot thoughts and images that I began to play with my clit, yet again, to fill the void of a whole afternoon without cock – unusual for me.
As I began to massage my pussy lips with my fingers my clit began to grow and throb. Within minutes, I was so overcome with “dick lust”, fueled by the thought of Mark’s cock of ‘gifted’ girth, that I rose again to orgasm while leaning back in my desk chair! “OH, my god”, I exclaimed as my legs and lips quivered. My pussy contracted, causing it to squeeze out some of the remaining cum from last night (you can never get it all while cleansing after). I tapped my fingers in the small pool that formed on my robe remembering the flood I received from Phil’s cock and smiled remembering how lustfully he delivered it. As my world slowly returned to its normal, quieting with each breath after my orgasm, I felt more in control – but still thinking that I can’t wait until I’m with Mark so I can feel him inside me and enjoy his animated company.
With time to spare before the start of the evening excitement I decided to stop at a women’s specialty clothing shop I know is on the way to Mark’s to see if they received any new sexy dress inventory they specialize in – my favorite evening wear – and more than just a suggestion from my men, I’ve learned. Needing a bit more energy for what lies ahead I first stopped at a specialty coffee shop in the same, small coastal shopping strip to help myself to a caffeine boost. I ordered my selection and sat at a table towards the back to await the calling of my name.
Within minutes my coffee drink was ready. The barista called my name while, at the exact same time, the front door swung open and a tall, handsome fellow – someone I knew – walked in. His name is Sean and used to be one of my dozen “regulars”. Wow…I had not seen Sean in a while. We spent over a year of our lives together, that we both enjoyed immensely, but during that time Sean developed a yearning to take our relationship to a new level. Just before we stopped seeing each other, now over six months ago, he asked me to marry him. My mind wandered back to the scene like it was yesterday. I remember him being on top of me, between my legs, kissing me passionately with his softening spent cock still inside my cum-overfilled pussy as he “popped the question”.
During the discussion that followed, that I knew would not be the response he was looking for, I reminded him about the agreement we made when we met including the rules of our “freedom formula” pact – which escort bursa did not include the concept of matrimony. Looking stunned and disappointed, and turning a bit “misty”, he rolled off the bed, quickly dressed and left my place without a further word. I stumbled in my mind to find a few words of consolation, but I couldn’t piece anything together before he was gone. A few follow up calls I made to him in the next couple of weeks told me he had blocked my number. I was not surprised.
Back in the present, there was Sean, a warm blast from the past for me. He, on the other hand, froze inside the door hearing my name and scanned the room until our eyes met. A couple patrons coming in after him had to walk around him as he seemed paralyzed. Without stopping to order anything he headed for my table. I was a bit nervous – unusual for me – but tried to look collected as he approached. He asked if he could sit down; I agreed with a smile. He stared at me for a full minute, although it seemed like forever. I kept my gaze fixed on him as well, as I wanted to see what I could glean from his eyes. Was he angry with me? Was he happy to see me? Did he have thoughts he wanted to share? My lips seemed disconnected from my brain at that moment but managed a, “Hi Sean, how have you been?”
After a pause he replied, “I’m good. Living in the Palisades with my girlfriend”.
A little surprised I repeated to confirm, “You’re living in the Palisades with your girlfriend”.
He just said, “Yup” in a manner that sounded a bit curt with a questionable friendliness.
I asked, “Would you say it’s serious?”.
He paused for a long moment and then replied, “I don’t know”.
Now what, I thought to myself? I occurred to me that I did not want the details of what my intuition told me might be a conversation filled with “mixed emotions”. So, I just decided to provide the well-worn, cordial reply, “Well, I hope all goes well for….”
He then stopped me, and while looking at me with deep, sad eyes, he whispered, “I miss you…I really miss you”.
This was stunningly direct, I thought, as we were less than five minutes into the conversation. I was expecting small talk of some type, but apparently, he had been thinking about this for a while and fate had introduced the opportunity for him to express it.
Oh, God…where is a rocket to another planet when you need one, I lamented. So, at a loss for words, I decided on sheer honesty remembering our history and said, “I’ve missed you too”.
An awkward silence fell upon us both, but he seemed lightened up a bit by my reply. Sitting in the back at a small round table he moved his chair around next to me. I could feel a vibration coming from Sean and was convinced it was a remnant of the type of energy we had together when we were seeing each other. Now almost touching me he seemed emboldened by my willingness to let him move around close and asked me to smile. I was puzzled but smiled a “lipstick on both ears” wide smile, in part to be a little cute, but also to distract him for a second or two so I could imagine a pathway to ‘comfortable’ in all this.
Then the shocker! He swiftly and deftly leaned in and kissed me. He’s a great kisser so I kissed him back in the same manner – that’s just how I’m wired. With a mutual acceptance felt from me, the kiss lasted for some time, and soon took on a growing measure of heat. At some point I momentarily pulled back and said, “What are we doing here? You have a girlfriend and…”
He stopped me again and began kissing me again, but this time he placed his hand gently on the back of my head so he could kiss me deeply, passionately. Being someone who can instantly convert from chit-chat to passionate kissing, owing to my not-always-convenient, hyper-sexuality switching circuits, I returned the passion-laced kissing with equal intensity and felt my body begin to tingle. We kissed for several minutes but being us, our lips weren’t the only parts of us feeling aroused. I was wearing a short skirt and a silky top that clearly outlined my round breasts and nipples to anyone looking and he had on linen pants with a Polo shirt.
As he leaned in for still more passionate tongue activity, he placed his hand on my thigh within a few inches of my, now, very wet panties and pussy. At this point, my sexual autopilot guided my left hand to his thigh and over to his groin. Damn! That big Irish cock was as hard as rock. My self-control, which I am NOT known for, collapsed like a lawn chair and I ran my hand over his groin sculpture remembering its perfect shape and, of course, how it had felt plunging deep inside me oh so many times.
We bursa merkez eskort were now, officially, lost in the moment, breathing heavier and consumed by lust. Moments later he came out with exactly what I was expecting next, “I’ve got to have you… even if we never have another opportunity, I need to explode inside you filling you with my Irish semen one more time!”
Well, the logic of never having another opportunity was certainly all the rationale I needed, and with my sexual being already on fire I could only manage a nod of agreement. The question now was where? We were miles from any place that would serve the purpose. Then he looked over his shoulder at one of the unisex bathrooms and tilted his head in their direction. Without a clue how we would pull it off I once again, of course, agreed. At this point in the coffee shop there were only a few patrons remaining. So, we eyed the unisex bathroom at the back of the hallway – the furthest of the two – and started planning. We agree we would each enter the unit one at a time with a certain amount of casual, hiding-in-plain-sight style movements. It reminded me of the time I qualified for the “mile-high” club on an airplane by fucking in the airplane lavatory.
In a stealthy manner we both made it into the bathroom, which was remarkably clean, to my delight. Sean immediately pushed me up against the wall and started actively kissing with an unbridled heat. While our tongues grappled, we ran our hands over each other paying special attention to the “hot spots”. It was then that I stopped him for a moment – just to increase the heat, as if we needed it – and slowly removed my panties. I was so wet I was convinced that in the right light a rainbow would have been visible in the room and laid my soaking wet panties on the sink. He quickly dropped is pants and his beautiful cock came springing out. I looked at it and my mind burst into flames. I’d seen it many times before that; it was like greeting an old friend. I then, quickly, raised my right leg up onto the handicap rail with my skirt up around my waist and told Sean, “I want that beautiful cock inside me – please, now – fuck me!”
Without hesitation he slowly, and somewhat teasingly, slid his gorgeous member up into me and went, gently but firmly, straight to my depths, as he knows that makes me cum. I did just that and he held is hand gently over my mouth just enough to muffle my usual explosive orgasmic volume. For several minutes we slowly, lavishly fucked as my very wet pussy, still harboring some cum from the evening before made his movements quite fluid . Each deliberate, rhythmic stroke brought me to near orgasm, every few strokes definitely took me there as my pussy contracted around his cock causing a heated whimper from him. We remained lip-locked, our heads rotating slowly back and forth to get newer, deeper angles to intertwine our tongues. This was truly hot, hot sex, ranking as some of the hottest of late for me and, from what I could feel, for him as well. This became even clearer to me when he stopped kissing me for a moment and looked at me as if to communicate, “What was I thinking to give you up?”
At that moment I began to feel his cock thicken. I knew what that meant – I was about to get another one of Sean’s legendary loads of cum, something he his famous for. He brought his face close to mine, and with his lips near my ear whispered, “I’ve held back as long as I can bear. I need to fill you with my warm jizz!”
He knows those words, by themselves, make me cum. So, in a heated – on my way to an orgasm – response, I managed to stammer, “God, yes…. I want every drop. Drive it up into me, deep!”
I hadn’t even finished my response when his cock began to pulsate. I could feel the warm ribbons of his cum filling me, while feeling it running back down his cock at the same time. With each spurt delivered, gravity caused some to leak past his cock onto my leg or the floor. It was unbelievably hot. I came over and over. At this point, we were both not of this earth.
Slowly he reached the end of his ecstasy spasms and my pussy slowly stopped contracting around his cock Sean’s softening cock from my insides. But we remained embraced, and quiet, for a couple of minutes – to catch our breath and to bask in the sensations, visuals, and wetness of the entire experience.
Suddenly we heard noises outside and thought it best to start gathering ourselves. He slowly, reluctantly, removed is cock from me as I lowered my leg to the floor knowing that his cum would, of course, flood from my pussy, which it did. This prompted me to look at the floor bursa sınırsız escort to see what I knew would be there – at least half of Sean’s silky, silvery droplets of cum splattered around our feet. The site of it all sent a shiver up my spine. As we readied to clear out, I used up half the toilet roll to capture all my wetness and leaking cum that was steadily oozing from me. He used the paper towels to clean and wrap his cock like a sushi roll in order to return it back into his trousers in the hopes of hiding any telltale evidence of what had just rocketed out of his balls into me. Sean then slowly opened the door and found that all was, thankfully, relatively quiet. We agreed to meet in the parking lot at my car. He left and I stayed for a few minutes to collect myself, primp some more, and not look too obvious exiting.
Once there we just kind of looked at each other not knowing who was going to speak first or what was going to be said. Finally, all I could manage was to ask, “Have I done more harm than good here?”
He smiled at me, gently cupped the side of my face with his right hand, and finally said, “No, I started it all; feeling pretty sure you wouldn’t stop me”. He added, “I admire you, your mindset and your exciting ‘designer lifestyle’ and was happy to be a part of it for quite some time. And the truth is, having a girlfriend after you reminded me of why I was so grateful for our type of relationship. It doesn’t take long, when exclusively connected to any one woman, to realize that I have to sacrifice a great deal of my sexual fulfillment and excitement, in exchange for that exclusivity. I just couldn’t help falling in love with you and made the mistake of pitching the marriage idea.”
He continued with, “This doesn’t change anything in my life – so don’t feel bad about today – I just helps me understand that I’m going to have to have a long, probably, difficult discussion with my girlfriend about devising a plan to have our cake and eat it too. I want what you and I had, and she and I will have to come up with a formula – actually a close copy of your formula – to get there. She could bolt, who knows, but I know what I need, and you helped remind me of that today, as you did when we first met and started seeing each other.”
I listened and nodded, looking at the ground occasionally. My evolved approach to life has always been, despite the individual differences in all the men I meet, intoxicating to them and Sean wasn’t the first man to propose to me. But it’s always been my goal to bring joy and excitement to those who know me, and I’m saddened whenever I feel I have failed at doing so.
Sean kissed me one more time and said, “Don’t let any of my ‘blue feelings’ give you pause about who you are. You’re amazing and I hope that what you write about in your work with and for women and couples becomes the new standard of sharing in relationships. Much will improve for both sexes if it does. Have a nice Wednesday, beautiful Kate.” With that he turned and walked to his car and drove away.
What an afternoon! I was happy that Sean was not miffed at me and happy that he came to acknowledge the value in what we had always discussed during our time together. As I stood by my car I was struck by a memory of Sean and I as we watched a comedy special together. A female comedian joked about monogamy when she quipped, “I just got married recently. I love my husband very much. I also love Wheat Chex for breakfast in the mornings. But if someone told me I’d have to eat Wheat Chex every morning for the rest of my life I’d be suicidal. At some point I’m going to have to fuck another man.”
Millions of couples have and will identify a need to have a close relationship with one other person in their life – and to do so can be rewarding and comforting. But a big piece of our multi-million-year-old human biology is not geared toward monogamy. While most of us seek and thrive on the support of a significant other there will also be, for most of us, a yearning for more than Wheat Chex for breakfast every morning. Each of us must decide what works for us and “design” our own relationship; one that satisfies the undisputed truth that there is a difference between love and sex. They do coexist but have different agendas. And the only way this works – well – is to start by choosing a partner that is your “best friend”, meaning someone willing to listen, accept, and grow as the relationship progresses; someone willing to work with you to evolve the relationship as the seasons of your lives change.
Well…no longer in the mood to shop, I decide to spend a bit more time in the coffee shop; maybe have a bite of something, while I gather myself together to enjoy “Mr. Thick Cock” in about an hour. I was full of my favorite, slippery lube, which will help me work Mark’s monster cock into me. And especially now, I am looking forward to seeing him both for his sexual superpowers and his always entertaining, upbeat nature.
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