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This is the second chapter of an ongoing series. I will continue the story as long as there is a story to tell and the readers are enjoying it.
I would recommend that you read the previous stories in the series before reading this one. This story will stand alone but would be much better read as part of the series.
With that, I would like to thank all of my readers for their comments and encouragement. It keeps me writing!
All characters in this story are fictional. Any similarity to actual persons is coincidental. This story may contain descriptions of activities that may be offensive to some readers. If you are offended by descriptions of sexual activity of any nature, including but not limited to non-consensual sex, infidelity, loss of one’s virginity, sex between people of the same sex and/or”casual” sex between people who are not in a monogamous relationship, please do not read any farther. All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age or older.
Amanda looked down between her legs. Her knees were up beside her head, she could clearly see her glistening inner lips protruding from her vagina. Beyond that, piercing blue eyes stared back at her. His tongue was flicking all around her asshole. The sensations were new to her but she loved every deep tingle it elicited. She had longed for his exploration of her ass.
Amanda snapped from the mental image as she felt the cock buried in her pussy empty its load deep within. She looked up at the man on top of her and dug her nails into his back. She ground and rotated her pussy against his pelvis.
“Oh baby,” she whispered breathlessly, “Give it to me. I want it all.”
After a few more grunts, her husband collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. “That was good,” he said, “Really fucking good.”
She herself did not orgasm. She had faked so many by now she thought she could do voice overs for porn tracks. She couldn’t remember the last time she had an orgasm with Mark. Sex was always the same. A few kisses and gentle tugs on her tits, followed by a quick fingering and then a missionary style fuck.
Mark was a good man and a great father. They had raised two children together and gotten them both through college. He worked hard for a living as a pipe fitter. His days were long but somehow he always had found time for her and the kids. Her only problem with him was his lack of adventure in the bedroom. She had tried repeatedly to bring some spice to bed, but he always had some excuse to not participate. “Can we try that some other time,” he would say. Or, “I’m not doing that! That’s sick.” Another was, “Real men don’t do that stuff. Have you been reading those girly books again?”
The truth was…she was bored. She hadn’t realized it until two weeks ago while on a business trip. She had sprung her ankle and was helped by a co-worker to her hotel room. He iced down her ankle and proceeded to rub her feet to help her relax. She hadn’t meant for it to happen. One thing led to another and next thing you know, his head was buried nose-deep in her pussy. It hadn’t stopped there either. Before it was all over, she had given him both a rim job and a blow job.
She felt remorse, but the feelings she had experienced with Steve had her yearning for more. There were times she thought about coming clean with Mark but then they would have this same old, boring sex. She did not want to leave him, nor would she ever do so, but she deserved to experience things in life and if he wasn’t willing to help her do that, then…then somebody else could. It was his fault that she did what she did. At least that’s the way she felt after every monotonous fuck.
Leaving him in bed, she got up and packed her bags for the upcoming business trip. She reflected back on the last two weeks. It had been awkward in the office around Steve. There were times she avoided him, ashamed to look him in the eyes. This trip would be their first chance to really talk about what transpired and she was nervous. Part of her wanted to put it behind her and forget it ever happened while another part wanted to pursue it even further.
“Hi Amanda,” Steve said, “Let me get that for you.” Steve was smiling as he reached out to take her bag. She let him do so.
“Thank you,” she said, not quite looking at him.
He turned and headed to the counter with her bag. She followed him, wondering how all of this was going to turn out. After she checked her baggage, they headed toward the gate.
“We still have about an hour before boarding call,” he said, “How about we grab a drink?”
“A drink would be great.”
After getting two glasses of wine and finding at a small table in a corner, Steve broke the ice. “You’ve been avoiding me since we got back from our last trip.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Amanda took a huge gulp of her wine.
“I don’t know… I’m slightly embarrassed I guess.”
“You know what about. You can’t just pretend nothing happened.”
“I’m not. I know exactly bahis firmaları what happened. I was there, remember?”
“It doesn’t bother you that you had sex with a married woman? Who’s also a co-worker?”
“Well…If you put it that way…Look, I’m sorry that it happened… but then again, I’m not.”
“I didn’t mean for things to happen and I certainly didn’t want to put you in an awkward position, but…”
“But…I find you very attractive. I had a great time and given the chance…I would do it again.
“You…you find me attractive?”
“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”
“Maybe. It’s just…I haven’t felt attractive in a long time. God knows, my husband never tells me that.”
“Well I do. You’re a gorgeous, strong woman with many talents. Yes…many talents,” he grinned.
Amanda felt her face blush. She swallowed the last of her wine. “Could you get me another glass of wine?”
“Sure. Same thing?”
While Steve was at the bar getting more drinks, Amanda stared out the window. He certainly had a way with putting a woman at ease. Of course, that’s probably why he was the top salesman in the company. When he returned with the drinks, she looked over at him.
“So where do we go from here?” She said.
“Where do you want it to go?”
“I asked you first.”
“Okay. I don’t want it to end. I’ve thought of you every night since we’ve been back.”
“Really? I’ve thought about you too…ahem…on occasion.”
“What did you think about?”
“Just things.” She looked away.
“Come on, be honest.”
She looked back at him. His blue eyes were staring intently into hers. “Uh…about…you know…what it would be like continuing where we left off.”
“Ah. I’ve thought about that too,” he looked down at his watch, “Shit! It’s time to board the plane.”
They drained their glasses and headed to the gate. The flight was uneventful but filled with small talk and innuendo. They had a couple more drinks while on board. After landing and getting checked into the hotel they got on the elevator up to their rooms. Amanda turned to Steve.
“I have some work to get done right now but how about some dinner later?” She said.
“Sounds good. Does 7:30 sound okay?”
“Yep, I’ll meet you in the lobby at 7:30.”
“See you then.”
The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Amanda, pulling her luggage, stepped off the elevator. Steve’s room was on a higher floor. She could feel his eyes watching her as she exited. She didn’t look back. A grin formed on her face. The elevator doors shut.
She put away her clothing and luggage then took her overnight bag into the bathroom. She unpacked her toothbrush, makeup and toiletries. The last thing she pulled out was a brand new enema bag. She laid it to one side and went into the bedroom. She set up her computer and went over a few reports. It was hard to keep her mind on things but she finally managed to get through it. It was now 6:30 and she needed to get ready for the evening.
She picked through her dresses and finally settled on the black one. This was the dress she always used when she had to close a deal with a particularly stubborn client. It was short, just above the knee with a low cut V-neck. It looked great with her pearls. She laid it on the bed and then rummaged through her pantie drawer. She chose a matching black pantie and bra. As she was about to drop the bra down on top of the dress, a thought crossed her mind. She threw it back in the drawer.
She went back into the bathroom and stripped off her clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror. She reached up and lifted her breasts with her hands and turned sideways.
“You know,” she thought, “I don’t look too bad for 40.”
She looked down at the enema bag. She thought about where she and Steve had left off. This is what she wanted, to experience new things. And of all things this was a good one to experiment with because at least it avoided pregnancy. She hoped it was half as good as she fantasized about.
She turned on the hot water and let it run while she peed. She picked up the enema bag, put a small drop of soap in it and filled it with warm water. She hung the bag on the towel rack and then smeared the wand with KY jelly.
She stood up, bent over and spread one of her ass cheeks with her free hand. She placed the tip of the wand at the entrance of her ass and slowly pushed. There was a little resistance but once the ballooned end passed her sphincter, the wand slid easily inside her. Holding it in place, she sat back down and released the clip holding the soapy fluid.
The warm water invaded her. It felt good for a moment before she had a strong urge to evacuate. She took as much of the soapy water as she could before finally stopping the flow. She bit down on her lip trying to hold the fluid as long as she could. Finally, after several minutes she could hold it no longer and the fluid kaçak iddaa spewed from her. She sat for a few minutes, making sure it was over.
She cleaned up and showered. She had never felt so clean before, inside and out. More importantly, she had removed one more potential impediment to her being relaxed if things heated up tonight. She could quit worrying about the embarrassment of poop all over the place. She slipped on her panties and then the dress. She pulled out her pearls and fastened them around her neck as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was 7:25, time to meet Steve.
The flames danced as Amanda and Steve watched the table-side chef prepare the flambé. It melted the ice cream as the chef poured it into the long stemmed, desert dish. The waiter poured the remnants of the last bottle of wine into Amanda’s glass.
“Oh my god, that looks so good,” she said.
“Bananas Foster is my favorite,” Steve said.
She took a bite, “It’s so creamy and sweet.”
“Like your thighs,” he whispered, “I’m glad you like it.”
She was initially shocked but a moment later felt her crotch moisten. She smiled at him. “This has been a great dinner. Where did you find this place?”
“A friend recommended it to me. He and his wife eat here when they are in town.”
“Well your friend has good taste.”
“I’ll be sure and tell him you think so.”
Amanda ate the last spoonful of the desert and then drained her wine glass. “I am so ready to get back to the room and relax.”
“Shall I take you back?” He said.
“Of course,” she said, “I have something of yours.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll see. Let’s get out of here.”
Steve paid the bill and they headed back to the hotel. She held on to his arm as they walked along, not exactly trusting her own stability.
“What room are you in?” he asked.
“All the way in a back corner again?”
“You know it. I can’t stand all the noise up front. I like privacy.”
When they entered Amanda’s room, she threw her purse on the table and plopped down on the bed. Steve looked down at her.
“Well…are you going to take my shoes off and rub my poor, aching feet?”
“Do you mind if I get a little more comfortable first? This suit is kind of stuffy.”
“Not at all,” she said as she bit softly on her lip. She could feel the heat in her crotch as she watched him undress.
He removed his jacket and shirt and threw them to the side. He slipped out of his shoes, undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He pulled off his socks but left his boxers on. Amanda could see the outline of his semi-hard dick pressing against them. She licked her lips.
Steve sat at the end of the bed and put her feet into his lap. He pulled her high heels off and discarded them on the floor. Her toenails were painted bright red to match her finger nails. He began to softly work the bottom of her feet.
She closed her eyes. “Mmmmm. Harder!”
He increased the pressure as he rubbed her foot. He slid his fingers around her toes to twist and pull. He lifted one foot and brought it to his nose. Even the smell of her feet turned him on. His mouth enveloped her big toe and he sucked it gently. He moved from toe to toe on each foot, sucking and licking while he massaged the bottom of her feet.
Amanda moaned. “God, that feels so fucking good. You make me so goddamn horny.”
Steve got up and pulled her up beside him. One hand reached behind her neck and he brought his lips to hers. Their tongues danced as he slowly brought the zipper of her dress down. As it fell to the floor, he reached around to unclasp her bra.
“Oh, you dirty girl you,” he said, “Had I known you had no bra on, I might have gotten me a feel at dinner.”
“I guess you’ll have to be more attentive in the future,” she said.
They kissed again and pressed their bodies together. His hands roamed across her naked back and down to the top of her ass. He moved around behind her, and slowly peeled her underwear down. As she stepped out of them, he ran his tongue down the crack of her ass and spread her cheeks, licking her puckered asshole one time before rising back up. He pressed his cock against her ass.
She twirled around and dropped to her knees, pulling his boxers down as she went. Her mouth instinctively went to his cock. It had been over two weeks since she had tasted his sweet pre-cum. She stroked his shaft and pushed out the sweet fluid onto her tongue. She had to have it. She inhaled his cock and drove it deeper and deeper down her throat. She wanted to take all of it. She wanted him to feel the pleasure of her tight throat constricting around his cock.
“Oh shit!” He said, “You’re going to make me cum!”
She grunted something back but he couldn’t make out what it was with her mouth full of his dick. She was pumping up and down his length. He grabbed her behind the head and began to forcefully fuck her face. He was beyond control now.
“Oooohhhhhhhhh. Fuck. Yeah,” he said as he kaçak bahis pressed her face against his pelvis. Spurt after spurt of hot cum flowed down her eager throat. She held on to his ass cheeks and let him release, involuntarily swallowing with each payload.
He pulled his dick from her mouth and pulled her up. He kissed her again, not caring that his cum had just passed her lips. He picked her up and gently laid her on the bed, entwining her tongue with his. He moved to her neck and kissed her several times as his hands explored her body. Slowly kissing her, he moved his hand to her breasts. As it floated across her breast, he felt her nipples tighten. He gently pinched them.
“Oh god. You make me so fucking hot,” she said.
His mouth found one hard nipple and sucked it deep inside his mouth. His tongue swirled around it and he sucked it harder. His other hand pinched and squeezed her other breast.
“Oh my god,” she moaned.
He alternated between her breasts, taking his time while his erection slowly came back. He moved downward again, slowly. As he approached her mound, he took in the sweet smell of her juices. His tongue found her clit.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she panted, “Eat me.”
He sucked in her clit and she thrashed wildly. Her legs stiffened and she began quivering.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming!”
Steve reached under and grabbed both of her ass cheeks and sucked harder on her clit.
“Oh Jesus! Fuuuuuuuccccckkkk”
He stayed on her clit. A few more twitches and then she pushed his head back, “Shit…it’s too sensitive.”
He raised her knees up and toward her head. Avoiding her sensitive clit, his tongue dove into her wet hole. He lapped at her juices, savoring the taste of her.
“Oh! That feels so fucking good,” she panted.
Her juices ran down her ass and soaked the bed. He followed the trail with his tongue and stopped at her tight asshole. He remembered the expert rim job she had given him two weeks ago and wanted to return the favor. He licked gingerly around her ass, probing her hole with his tongue. It was tight, unforgiving. He stopped momentarily and ran two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, working the tips against her G-spot.
“Oh fuck. Right there,” she said, “Don’t stop.”
He massaged her there a few seconds more and then pulled his fingers out.
“Don’t stop! Please!”
He moved his fingers to her ass and returned his tongue to her slippery pussy. Back and forth he went, smearing her asshole with her own pussy juice. When her ass was good and slick, he slipped his middle finger inside her tight, little asshole. She shivered.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he whispered.
“I want you too,” she whispered back, “There’s some lube in the bathroom. Go get it.”
He jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He grabbed the lube from the counter and ran back to bed. He squirted some lube in his hand and coated his throbbing cock. He went back to her tight hole with his now greased up hand. This time he slipped his finger in effortlessly, slowly lubing her insides.
“Oh baby. That feels so good,” she said.
After a short while, he managed to get two fingers into her loosening hole. She tensed and he paused. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she whispered back, “Go slow.”
“Okay baby. Your ass feels so good. Try and relax.”
He applied more pressure and his fingers slid deeper inside her. After a few moments, she finally relaxed and he began to slowly pump in and out of her ass.
“It feels much better than I thought it would,” she said.
“I want your ass Amanda. I need your ass. My cock needs your ass.”
“Take it. It’s yours, Steve.”
He put the head of his cock against her tight hole. She placed one hand against his stomach as if to control his entrance.
“Go slow,” she said nervously.
He held his cock steady with his hand as he slowly pushed forward. Despite loosening her up with his fingers, she was still tight…very tight. He kept steady pressure against her. Finally his swollen head broke through.
“Oh, stop!” Amanda gasped, pushing her hand against his abdomen.
He stopped pushing and just held his cock in place. He could feel the death grip on it. She took a few breaths, and the grip relaxed.
“Okay, slowly,” she instructed.
He again applied pressure, slipping further inside her. The way was much easier now that he had broken through her barrier. Slowly, inch by inch, he worked his cock deeper and deeper inside her until his hips were pressed against her cheeks.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“My god, you’re so big,” she panted, “Fuck me.”
He slowly pumped his cock in and out of her. She began to match his rhythm. His stiff cock could not get enough of her sweet, tight ass. He began pumping with abandon. His hips were slapping against her ass with every thrust. Sweat was dripping off of him.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck my ass!”
“God baby, you’re so fucking tight! Shit! I’m going to cum again!”
“Cum in my ass baby! I want it! I want your fucking cum inside me!”
She couldn’t believe what she was feeling. The tingling began deep inside her and was working its way to the surface. She was going to have an orgasm from anal sex!
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