“So I’ll be without you for several days straight.”
“We’ll see.”
******
Cheryl arrived with a small suitcase at ten after nine. She was a little surprised to see Laura naked.
“As a slave to her Mistress, Laura has to remain naked in the house. She only dresses to leave.”
She nodded and I took her suitcase and brought it to the bedroom, Cheryl following along. Laura took out her clothes and hung up anything which needed to be hung up, giving her a drawer for the rest. Laura left us alone after she was done.
“Should I take off my clothes? Are we going to start now?”
“We’re going to start, but I’ll be taking off your clothes.”
I started with some kisses. Cheryl was hesitant at first, kissing another man for the first time in a long time. I think she realized that kisses were the least of the infidelities she was going to commit with me today, so she began relaxing into the kissing. She had a button blouse, which I began to unbutton after kissing for a few minutes. Reaching the last button, I slipped the blouse off her shoulders, exposing a lacy, low cut, lavender bra. I cupped her breasts over the cups, rubbing my thumbs over the bumps formed by her nipples. She made her first moan.
“The bra looks new. Did you pick it out just for me?”
“Yes. I didn’t have anything which I thought was attractive. Nothing that matched. I went to Victoria’s Secret.”
“It’s seductive, and so are you.” I kissed her again.
It had a front clasp, and I made short work of it, releasing some nice, C cup breasts. Her nipples were already taut, puckered nubbins. I bent down and sucked on first one, then the other, drawing a second moan. I straightened up to kiss her again, lightly pinching that puckered perfection, getting a third moan.
Cheryl was wearing shorts. I unbuttoned the top, and zipped them down. They dropped down to the floor, pooling at her ankles. The panties matched the bra; lavender, lacy, showing hints of the dark red pubic hair.
“Are you wet for me now?”
“So fucking wet.”
“May I see for myself?”
“Yes.”
I slid a hand down the front of her body and found her curls, damp with dew. A finger went down her slit and she gasped, then a fourth moan as the finger slid inside of her. Fucking wet is right. I slid my finger out and held it to her lips.
“Taste yourself,” I said.
Her lips parted and my finger slipped inside as she moaned a fifth time, her tongue caressing the digit.
I began kissing my way down her body, lingering anywhere she seemed sensitive. When I was on my knees in front of her, I slid her panties down. They clung to her at the crotch, a string of her juices clinging to the material as I drew them down. I kissed her mons, then tasted her, another gasp, then moan. I helped her step out of her loafers, shorts and panties, and she was completely naked. Other than a doctor, it might have been the first time since she’d been married, and she shivered a little, not from cold, but nerves.
“It’s time for you to undress me,” I said.
I was barefoot, with a polo shirt and khaki pants. She pulled the shirt up, tracing the planes of my six pack, my pecs, then tugging it over my head.
“God, you must work out a lot.”
“Almost every day. Other than sex, it’s my main avocation.”
She unbuckled my belt, unsnapped the button, then pulled down my zipper. I wasn’t hard yet, but blood had started flowing to my cock when I started stripping her. There was a substantial lump in my boxer briefs when she got my pants down.
“Oh, damn!”
Cheryl didn’t wait for my pants to come off, she wanted to see under my jockeys. She tugged the waistband down until I popped out.
“Holy fuck! No wonder the women talk about you. Thick is right. It’s not even fully hard yet. Will it fit?”
“It’s fit in everyone else. You probably can’t suck all of it though. Jeri can, and now Laura can, but it takes a special position to straighten out your throat.”
“No kidding.” She tugged the rest of my clothes off.
She got down on her knees so she could swirl her tongue around the fat head. A little more of that, and I was damn hard.
I pulled her up so I could kiss her some more. She kept a hand on me, my prick, just circling it, unwilling to let it go, lest I do something with it.
Backing her to the bed, I pushed her down on her back and got ready to dine on ambrosia. Cheryl smelled delicious. As wet as she was, I thought a few orgasms would help her to accept me. I licked her to three of them, the moaning nearly continuous now.
“Why don’t you start by riding me cowgirl, so you’re in control. After you’re stretched out a little, I’ll flip you over.”
I got on the bed, on my back, and she knelt up to take me, rubbing the crown of my cock on her wet cunt, before starting to slide down. She orgasmed as soon as the head entered her.
“I’m cumming. Shit, I’m cumming. You’re not even in me yet. Oh, fuck.”
Cheryl slid down further. “You’re so big, you fill me up. You’re tearing me apart, but it feels so good. Oh, fuck!”
She finally reached bottom, and just sat there, letting another wave flow through her body. Finally, she started to ride me. Rising up, sliding down, up, down, still moving slow, filled to the brim, cumming about every seven or eight round trips. When Cheryl started to speed up, I tipped her onto her back and took charge. Pulling her legs up, spread wide for maximum penetration, my fat head rubbing her g-spot every trip, my pubic bone bumping into her clit on each down stroke. She climaxed again, and again, screaming to be fucked.
I capped the first one off at around thirty minutes, not wanting her too sore right at the beginning of her breeding. On the next orgasm, I let her rip and inundated her cunt with several hours of semen buildup, turning her pussy to soup. Spurt after spurt of hot cream, filling her up. I let my pulses end, then pulled out, rolling to the side. She was panting hard.
“Cheryl, you need to be a little careful. It’s not so bad when it’s just us, but think about what you said today, and how Jacob might feel if you said it with him watching and listening to you? You could really damage his ego, especially with him not able to give you a child. You don’t want him to feel like less of a man. Unless you know how Jacob is going to react to our fucking, you need to be careful.”
“I didn’t know it could be like that, honest. Jacob gives me an orgasm every time he fucks me, but this was like way crazy more. Hopefully, I’ll be a little used to it by the time he gets here. Jeez, no wonder you had four women singing your praises. No wonder your ex-wife wanted to fuck you again.”
“Listen, I’m going to fuck you four more times before he gets here, then I want you to shower and dress. When he gets here, I’ll double check what he wants to do, but if he wants to watch, I’m going to suggest going slow. Do some kissing, some oral sex. Give him a chance to stop it before I actually start fucking you. The reality may be a lot different than the fantasy for him, so we’ll go slow so he can stop it if he needs to. We may have already accomplished your goal if he wants to stop it dead, or maybe he realizes he doesn’t want to watch, and we take it to different rooms. Just try to watch what you say.