But in that early period, our affair was limited to chance and opportunity. Trying to throw off as much suspicion as possible, we never went out of our way to see each other. Thus, whenever we did, we damn sure made the most of it until we were both sweaty, exhausted and quivering in ecstasy.
Our biggest opportunity came on Christmas, when Donna’s whole family got together to celebrate the Holidays. We all mingled as a normal family would: playing games, singing carols, watching holiday classics on TV, etc, etc. Eventually, Donna’s aunts, uncles and cousins began exiting one by one, before long leaving just the three of us. Donna, however, refused to leave for the night. She felt guilty about leaving her mother alone on Christmas, I guess. So, Sara wound up giving us the guest room.
The whole visit, Sara and I had exchanged looks boiling over with our barely-contained lust. Every time our eyes locked, it conveyed just how badly we wanted to get each other naked again. So, I put forth no resistance to Donna’s requests to stay with her mother for the entire Holiday and into New Year’s. Sara and I were both beaming with delight when Donna naively suggested it, thanking Donna for being such a caring daughter. We stayed up the rest of the night playing board games, watching Netflix…
…And waiting.
At last, Donna was too tired to even sit up, and retired herself to the guest bed.
After putting her to sleep, and assuring her I wouldn’t stay up much longer, Sara and I escaped to the living room and closed all the blinds and drapes. We were giggling, our hearts pounding like school children setting up a big prank.
When we were done, and could turn our attentions to each other at last, we pounced and smashed our bodies together full-speed. I tore off her clothes ravenously, destroying any threads that stood between me and those perfect, bouncy tits.
She pushed me back on the couch, and devoured my cock with her juicy lips, using her hand to stroke my hard-on to full erectness. Her tongue lathered the length of my pole, as her eyes craned up to witness the pleasure conveyed on my face. Within minutes, I was in danger of exploding in her mouth, but she pulled away.
“You’ve made me wait so long, baby,” she cooed as she lifted a leg over my lap and began to straddle me. “I need this beautiful dick in my slutty pussy right now.”
I had no argument and gripped both ass cheeks to help guide her pussy lips over my rigid pole. Her warm, moist love box sucked me in, and a shockwave of pleasure instantly hit us both. My cock was in heaven — it had come back to its home, finally. Sara leaned forward and we kissed while she began to slowly bounce up and down on my dick.
Within a minute, we were only partially aware of where we were and what was going on around us. We barely cared anymore about Donna waking up, enraptured in the bliss of our fucking. I nibbled her perfect tits with my teeth, and she rewarded me by leaning forward and rubbing them all over my face. She knew how I felt about those massive milkers of hers, and reveled in how much I worshiped them with every part of my mouth.
My hands explored her body, cupping under her ass, petting her back and gently stroking along the center, tickling her spine. She gasped, arching her back in reflex, and I took the chance to sample her gorgeous tits again, and finally both rubbing her back and nibbling her tits at the same time. She moaned “Yes, baby” and her body shuddered. Not long after that, I couldn’t take it anymore. She looked me in the eyes and kissed me, both of us shuddering as I came inside her.
We broke our kiss, letting both our tongues drip with each other’s saliva. “I love you,” I said, high on hormones and afterglow…but somehow still meaning every word.
Despite her initial surprise, she smiled back and whispered, “I love you, too.”
We kissed again, holding and rubbing our naked bodies against each other for at least another fifteen minutes. Then, finally, we grabbed our clothes and went to our separate rooms.
I briefly stopped in the bathroom to clean up, but climbed into bed with Donna without bothering with any clothes. I pulled up behind her in bed, giving her shoulder a kiss.
Only partly roused from her exhausted sleep, Donna felt my naked body leaning into her. “Mmm. Is this for me?!” she asked, reaching back to rub my hard-on. Of course, Donna was incredibly attractive — she was my legal wife after all. While she didn’t hold a candle to her own mother, that didn’t mean I felt nothing from her.
So I spent the next thirty minutes slowly making love to my wife, and finished by unloading whatever her mother had allowed to remain in my balls.
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Donna and I stayed the entire week, which meant Sara and I made it a sport to see how many rooms of her home she could coax me to empty my load in her, usually while Sara was sleeping, busy or shopping.
New Years was roughly the same as Christmas. The extended family visited again, we all partied and had fun.
The main difference was that, this time, Sara and I lost control much quicker.
We stayed up long past the countdown, and Sara was feeling frisky. She’d been teasing me for the past forty minutes, touching my thighs with her foot under the dinner table, and smiling at me with a slutty twinkle in her eyes. Before long, my heart was pounding against my ribs and my body was twisting in a thousand knots while I tried to behave myself. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to tear her clothes off in plain sight and fuck her on the dinner table right in front of her whole damn family.
I could easily tell that Sara knew the effect she was having on me, because she’d smile and bat her eyes coyly, daring me to make her pay for it.
And that’s just what I did.
Eventually, half of the guests were gone and Donna was passed out on the sofa with a bottle of wine in her hand. It would have been safer to wait another half-hour for the house to clear, but I saw an opportunity and took it.
I snatched Sara’s hand as she giggled a soft “Oof!”. We vanished into the basement, peeling the clothes off ourselves before we’d even descended the stairs. Aside from kissing and roaming our hands over each other, we barely engaged in any foreplay; I mounted between her legs and just began to pound the shit out her pussy with everything I had. She gasped in wonderful relief, and begged me to give it to her hard with every inch of my magnificent pole.
We were somewhat loud, but the basement was decently soundproofed, meaning that we could moan and growl and call each other’s’ names all we wanted and not be afraid of anyone else hearing or waking Donna from her booze-induced slumber. We were free to partake of each other — to indulge in each other. To make use of every pleasure our flesh could bring.
Until we heard movement upstairs, and paused ourselves in panic.
The door at the top of the stairs opened, and the light came on.
“Mim? Krit? Ar u don heer?”
There we were on the basement futon, Sara laying on top of me — naked body pressed against mine. Our breathing slowed, our stomachs and chests flattened against one-another, my cock still nestled deep in her pussy. We couldn’t have done anything if we’d wanted to — it would make more noise to get up, search for our clothes, and then invent some sort of excuse about what we were both doing down there.