Mr. Confetti Man 03 by Benny_Blank

At last she sat straight up my cock still in her and squirmed and undulated her hips to get the deepest and hardest penetration of my cock she could. And then it happened…It was a controlled scream…barely controlled. She raised her head looking toward the ceiling with closed eyes. Her hands went to the sides of her head and her fingers entangled themselves in her hair.

There are now words that I can set down here that will describe the depth and intensity of the sounds she made when she climaxed. Other than the fact she was riding my cock and having an orgasm, I would have said those sounds were from a crazy woman. Her body was rigid, he muscles of her abdomen straining, her thighs quivering with tension. Then she totally relaxed.

It was like one of those wind sock advertising display where a fan blowing air into it keeps it up; and when the fan is turned off, it collapses. That’s what Karen looked like. She collapsed gently forward until she was lying against me, her breasts pressing into me. She was still quivering as if the waves of her orgasm were receding. Her breathing eased, She moved her hands until they were against my cheeks, caressing me. I couldn’t tell if she passed out or dozed off, but I let her lie there as my cock softened and slipped out of her. She stirred when that happened but quickly went limp again.

When you love a woman the way I do Karen, you don’t disturb her at a time like that. It is even worse, far worse, than getting up when your cat as fallen asleep on your lap. You love your kitten so you let it stay there until it is damn good and ready to get off. There are consequences if you don’t, maybe not immediate consequences, but consequences nevertheless. The same principle applies when a post-orgasmic woman falls asleep on top of you….you just let her stay until she’s damn ready to get up.

In this case, it took Karen about half an hour to regain her senses. When she opened her eyes, she seem startled at her position on my body. She rubbed her cheek against my chest, and squeezed my cheeks with her hands, cooing all the time.

“Drummond, my love…YOU were wonderful. It has been a long time since I came like that!”

“Karen! YOU were the one who did all the work. From where I sat…er…laid….you were spectacular…and believe me, I enjoyed the show!”

“Did you cum, Drummond” she murmured, “it’s so wet down there I can’t tell.”

“It was wonderful for me too, my love, ” I lied, without lying, “just watching you was more than I could have asked for.”

“Hmmmm,” she purred as she rolled off of me and on to her back, “HmmmmHmmm.”

Off she went to dream land. I covered her with a sheet. I took myself into the shower and cleaned up. Her fancy chamomile beauty soap felt good on my cock…very good…very, very, very good. There are more ways than one to skin a cat; the same goes for penises and orgasms!

All scrubbed up, scrubbed down, and…well…scrubbed OFF, I headed back to bed with Karen. She had rolled over and was lying on her tummy, legs straight out, arms under her head, and snoozing away. Her body was a work of art: smooth, creamy skin… slim, toned legs and arms…and…the cutest, firmest butt you ever saw.

I sat with my back against the headboard leafing through a upscale living, home decorating, magazine. Lately, Karen did most of her browsing on her tablet, but she still did subscribe to some honest-to-goodness glossy magazines. Lo and behold! There was Karen and Kurt’s mansion, the very one I was in at the moment–and watching the woman of the house, naked on her bed, snoozing after her recent orgasm. For some reason, the juxtaposition of those things amazed and amused me at the same time.

Karen stirred, rolled over on her side facing me, supporting herself with one arm against her head…a fashion model pose if ever I saw one. Her hair was mussed, her make-up absent, and her body delicious…from the tip of her head down to the tips of her toes. Her breasts had hardly a sag, though they weren’t immune to gravity; her tummy was likewise firm and defied gravity; and that trimmed triangle of her red bush looked enticing beyond description. It was all I could do just to set there and look at her and not ravish her body.

The mood was interrupted when Karen said, “Drummond? Do you love me?”

I was taken aback at that question. And her tone of voice led me to conclude that it was not just an idle lover’s question. Also, it was not the question itself that concerned me, but her timing in asking it. I thought, “Why NOW?”

“Well, of course I do, Karen!” I said with genuine affection, “yes, yes, YES! That goes without saying. Why do you ask me that now?”

Karen pursed her lips, crinkled her eyebrows and said, “Drummond, do you trust me?”

Now my mind started to race. Something was coming but I had no idea what. That “do you trust me” line generally does not bode well in a conversation about a loving relationship.

“Karen! Yes, yes, implicitly!” I said without hesitation.

Karen sat up, crossed her legs, and pondered her next words, eyes closed. Maybe it was just the guy in me…no, it was absolutely the guy in me…that made me gaze at her pussy that she exposed as she sat cross-legged in next to me. It made her pause more enjoyable, that’s for sure.

“We’ve told each other all about ourselves, you and I, haven’t we?” her words started to tumble out, “I mean, you haven’t kept any secrets from me…you’ve told me about all of your girlfriends and your sexual adventures, and how you have so much fun with them…but you really love me and wouldn’t do anything to hurt me and…and….that you got involved with Zeta…and that she was driving you nuts…and..and…we go that worked out the way we did…because I love you…and I knew you love me…and…and…”

“Whoa, Karen..slow down…slow down,” I said quickly but soothingly, “we both know that’s so…for a long time there haven’t been any secrets between us…yes…I trust you!”

Karen’s lip quivered, and tears began to seep out from underneath her eyelids and she said, “Oh, DRUMMOND! I HAVE kept one secret from you…and I don’t really know how to tell you!”

As I watched Karen’s shoulders sag and saw the little spasms of her weeping, I thought, “Holy Shit! She’s pregnant! Holy SHIT!” My mind went ‘”red-line” with the implications…Holy Shit!

I tried to mask my concern…shock and concern…so I said with forced calmness, “Karen…are you trying to tell me…break it to me gently? You can tell me…I can handle it…we can handle it…You’re pregnant, right?”

Karen fetched herself up sharply, became totally present, sans tears and with total shock said, “NO! Drummond, NO! That’s not it at all. You know I take precautions! NO! On top of that, If I wanted you to get me pregnant, I’d ask first…we would talk THAT over…Don’t be silly…NO, I am NOT pregnant!”

This may have made her next announcement a easier, putting it in perspective about something really life altering, relationship altering.

Karen started up again, more composed, “There’s something I haven’t told you, Drummond, something important…something…well…that you would have told me if it were you…but I haven’t told you….”

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