He was obviously getting more and more turned on, and as soon as I finished he grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom.
I wish I could say that his loving measured up to Cecilia, but that would have been nearly impossible under the best conditions, and he was far too eager to warm me up properly. Fortunately, all I had to do was think of the previous night and I was dripping.
The one thing that Cecilia couldn’t give me was the feeling of fullness I got from James’ cock, and I welcomed it with open arms, so to speak.
He tried to go down on me, but I urged him to just fuck me, and fuck me he did. As we lay in the afterglow, he was idly tweaking a nipple as I stroked his soft cock.
His cock was reviving, I took it in my mouth to hasten its recovery and we were soon in a leisurely sixty-nine.
I wasn’t sure that I would ever be able to give up James’ cock, and prayed that I would never have to.
We gave each other orgasms, then it was time to face the day. We showered separately, got dressed and it was time for lunch.
“So, did you talk to her about me watching you?”
“Cecilia.”
“What?”
“Cecilia. Her name is Cecilia.”
“Oh, okay, did you talk to Cecilia about it?”
“It did come up for discussion earlier, and I don’t think she’s necessarily opposed to the idea, but I don’t think she’s quite ready for that yet. To be honest, I don’t think I am either.”
He seemed disappointed.
“While we had sex, it was mostly her doing me. I think I need to do it before I’d be ready to have an audience.”
He was silent for a moment, then nodded his understanding.
“We have another date Friday, and I should have a better idea then,” I said, and he brightened up.
For the rest of the week we really tore up the sheets, I wasn’t sure if it was because we were so turned on or if it was to reaffirm our attraction to each other.
The week seemed to both drag and fly by, then Friday arrived and it was time to get ready.
This time I went with a strapless red dress with a matching skimpy thong. I considered going braless, but chose a red shelf bra that both lifted the girls and left my nipples exposed. The dress came to just above my knees with a slit up my left thigh almost to my hip.
If I was disappointed in Cecilia’s casual outfit, jeans and a t-shirt, I wasn’t disappointed in her reaction to mine.
“Wow!” she said, “I was going to apologize for not warning you that tonight was going to be casual, but I’m not sorry to see you in that outfit.
“I thought that I’d save us some time and make us dinner.”
I swallowed my disappointment and smiled. “That’s okay, it was fun dressing up for you.”
She wrapped me in her arms and gave me a deep kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth.
“Come on, join me in the kitchen, maybe I’ll put you to work.”
As it turned out, everything was nearly done, and we were soon enjoying an excellent meal of salmon, roasted potatoes and green beans. Except for the aura of expectation, it could have been any two friends sharing a meal.
We decided to skip dessert, cleared the table and loaded up the dishwasher.
If I thought that we might start things slowly, I was mistaken as she immediately led me to her bedroom.
With no further ado, she crossed her arms and lifted her t-shirt over her head, her braless breasts bouncing gently as her nipples hardened. She pushed her jeans down, revealing that she had been commando, then looked at me.
“I think someone is over-dressed. Would you like some help?”
I nodded as she moved behind me, placing butterfly kisses on my neck as she unzipped my dress, pushing it down over my hips, holding my hand as I stepped away from it as it pooled on the floor.
She moved back in front of me, kissing me all over my face as she expertly unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. She broke the kiss just long enough to remove my panties, then resumed the kiss as she led me to her bed where we sat and stroked all over our bodies.
We were both breathing heavily when she lay back on the bed drawing her legs up and apart.
“I think you know what you want to do,” she said.
She was right about that: I wanted to do it, I couldn’t remember when I wanted anything so much, but I was still very anxious.
I decided to delay the inevitable by stroking and kissing my way up her legs until I was up close and personal with the first pussy that wasn’t my own.
I could already smell her arousal, and I hesitated before going any further. I knew Cecilia’s patience was wearing thin when she began tugging on my hair.
Soon my nose was bumping into her mons and I made my first tentative lick of a pussy. I could feel her body shiver as her lips began to part slightly.
Instinct took over as my fingers gently pulled her lips further apart, allowing my tongue to penetrate her depths. My fingers replaced my mouth as it sought her rapidly hardening clit, causing a guttural moan to escape her lips.
My fingers found her G-spot as my lips and tongue assaulted her clit, bringing her to a shuddering orgasm.
She pulled my face up and we shared a sloppy kiss, then I rolled off of her and we lay on our sides facing each other.
“That was good, huh?” I said.
“Oh, Baby, that was much, much better than good! You’re a natural.”
I beamed with pride, but was also worried; did this mean that I was a lesbian? What did that mean for my marriage?
I took no chances, and made sure to text James that I was spending the night.
As soon as Cecilia had recovered, we resumed kissing, then I paid some overdue attention to her breasts. They were small, but firm and proportional to her body, with large nipples that were hard with her arousal.
I made my way back down to her pussy, but before I had gone very far she had me rotate into a sixty-nine.
While sixty-nine was certainly in my repertoire, I had obviously never done it with a woman.
The big difference was the “view.” With a man, I had a pair of hairy balls in my face, and I had developed the habit of closing my eyes. When I sixty-nined with Cecilia, all that I could see was her cute little asshole.
Anal sex had never been our thing, and ass play had been limited to our buttocks, but Cecilia’s rosebud fascinated me. That would be an adventure for another day.
Sixty-nine is fun, but a downside is that receiving distracts you from giving, so I lifted myself off of Cecilia’s face and twisted myself back around to concentrate on my most pleasurable task. With no further distraction, I soon brought Cecilia to a thrashing orgasm as she humped her pussy into my face.
I moved up beside her and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, then wrapped an arm around her and pulled her head onto my shoulder. She reached an arm down and lazily fingered my pussy as she dozed off.
Now it was my turn to do without, but giving Cecilia such pleasure gave me such a measure of satisfaction that I drifted off to a blissful sleep.
I awoke to find Cecilia lapping at my pussy, but as pleasurable as it was, I had to pee in the worst way, so I regretfully pushed her off and made a mad dash for the bathroom.
I had to go so bad I didn’t close the door, and as I opened the floodgates, I looked up to see Cecilia standing in the doorway watching me with a silly grin on her face.