Co[F]fe with [M]istress R | 2016

I had a nearly year long affair with a married woman a couple years back. Mostly we met at hotels but once she invited me over to her house while her family (husband and two teenage daughters) were out of town. This is the recounting of that time.

Me: mid-30’s, white, fit, above average cock.

Her: early 40’s, white, fit, long legged, pretty redhead. Very nice breasts somewhat sagged from age but even then she had an outstanding physique. She also had an insatiable sex drive and frequently cheated on her husband, often times keeping two men on the side.

She sent me directions to her house and told me where I could find the hidden key. I drove over very early in the morning, found the key, slipped off my shoes and let myself in. I quietly padded through her house, noting the nice view toward downtown LA from her open floor plan kitchen-dining room. Then went upstairs past her daughter’s rooms and found her in the master bedroom at the end of the hall. I paused briefly to watch her, asleep in the bed she shared with her husband.

I undressed completely, still careful not to wake her. Then lifted the covers at the bottom of the bed and slipped under. I began kissing her toes and slowly kissed up her long, smooth pale leg. She began to stir and let out a little moan when I kissed the front of her pubic bone. I started slowly, kissing the lips of her pussy around and around before gently parting her with my tongue. Normally she is awake, anticipating our encounters and dripping wet before I can lay even a finger on her, so it was a pleasant change of pace to experience her pussy coming to life beneath my tongue. As she awoke and began to drip and grind herself against my face, I devoured her pussy. Deep, forceful and relentless. I take great pride in my ability to eat pussy and she appreciated every bit of it. She had these deep, primal orgasms like there was this animal trapped deep within her that was trying so hard - but failing - to escape from her. Almost like an exorcism. She came three times that morning before I finally pulled my face away from her pussy and slowly kissed my way up her body.

I kissed her lips and pushed my body against hers. Like a wave, touching at our lips then rippling down our torsos until my cock slid into her. Hard and deep. Her body pulling me inward. She was a woman who fucked with her entire body. Her entire being. And we fucked. Slow, deep and intense. Our typical hotel encounters were rough, frenzied, sometimes violent. This was different. A deeper intimacy. Revelling, almost wallowing, in the sensations. The closest we came to making love.

I don’t remember much of the specifics of that fuck. It went on for a good hour plus. I’m sure she came multiple times. I’m sure I fucked her ass. She loved anal, once told me that her life lacked meaning until she discovered anal. (And yes, it was I who showed her.) I don’t recall where I finally came, probably in her mouth, possibly her ass.

We lay in bed together for bit. Quietly cuddled. But time does not stop for long and our lives were beckoning. She had promised me coffee in the morning. I reminded her of this. Instructed her to put on one of her many sexy matching thong and bra sets. I watched from the bed as she obeyed. She had a magnificent body. The bra pulled her breasts up to their once youthful form and the thong highlighted the length of her legs and the sensual curves of her ass. I told her I wanted her on hands and knees, I wanted her to crawl to the kitchen for me. She did. I strolled along slowly behind, soaking up every bit of the view. The sway of her hips, the curve of ass. Mmmmhmmmm.

She started a pot of coffee brewing. She clearly wasn’t a coffee person, but what can you do? Everyone has a flaw… While the pot dripped she settled onto her knees in front of me and took my cock into her mouth. She was a skilled cock sucker when I met her and under my tutelage she truly excelled. Became one of the best, top 5? Perhaps even top 3 that I have experienced. But she was the absolute best of any woman that I have known at bringing a limp cock back to life.

The coffee brewed. She sucked. I enjoyed. Poured myself a cup without separating her mouth from my cock. Slowly sipped, watched the sun rise over LA and … enjoyed. She had an uncanny knack for finding the perfect balance of pressure between her hand and mouth as she worked my cock. This morning was no different. Had I not just cum 20 minutes earlier she would have brought me to orgasm in her mouth with ease and she would have relished doing so. As it was, I had the perfect combination of a hard cock sensitive enough to enjoy her talents but not so sensitive to succumb to her efforts.

I finished the cup of coffee. Then lift her up so she was sitting on the kitchen counter, her legs spread before me. I pulled her thong to the side and took her clit into my mouth. I didn’t lick her, I didn’t tease her, I didn’t warm her up. Just straight for her clit with my tongue, my lips, my teeth. She came quickly and began begging me to fuck her. I stood and let the tip of my cock brush against the lips of her pussy. She writhed toward me but I pulled away. Not just yet.

I lifted her off the counter and put her back down on her knees. I took her head in both my hands, guided my cock into her mouth and firmly drove it into the depths of her throat until her face was mashed against the flat of my stomach. I had long since broken her gag reflex and the took my cock down her throat with ease. I held her against me until she started to squirm. Released her for a breath, then pushed her head back down on my cock. Up and down I lifted her head, slowly but firmly. Not a rough, frantic facefuck. Rather a deep, sensual enjoyment of her throat. Shivers went down my spine each time the sensitive head of my cock pushed open her throat.

I could have gone on like that for a long, long time, but… as I said before our lives were beckoning. I lifted her to her feet, bent her over the counter, pulled her thong to the side and entered her from behind. I fucked her hard. Fast. Focused on finding my orgasm. I had to dig deep for it, it took some time. But the pounding never slowed, she was inspirational that way. Finally the orgasm came, from deep within, a long cathartic release. I came inside her that time. And we collapsed together against the counter.