Part 2:

I asked her husband to lead us to where he would like to get more “acquainted” acting like I was calm cool and collected (I wasn’t). He took my hand and walked me into the room. At the foot of the bed was an ottoman. It was large, square, soft and perfect for my next move.

I gently sat her down and removed my shirt, leaving my pants on (dress slacks soaked with pre-cum from being excited from enticing Mrs). I wasn’t embarrassed. I was proud, we’ve turned each other on to a point that both of our garments were soaked and glistening from the juice excreting from our bodies. I took my shoes off while still maintaining eye contact with her. Her husband had taken a seat in the corner not far from me. My back to him and he had a 45 degree eye line from where he was to her pussy.

Her legs crossed, I got on one knee and asked her to uncross her legs, I could smell her scent again. It wasn’t strong, I was that close. I took her heals off… one at a time and placed them neatly beside the ottoman, next to mine. My shirt off, my body starting to glisten lightly from the excitement about to ensue.

Mrs had a long flowing white dress on. No see-through, but allowing even a slight breeze to push it against her body and give you a look at her perfect outline. About 45 in age, body well taken care of… I slid my hands along her calf up her leg and stopped… covering for a moment before I plunged my fingers inside her… i did it slowly. A methodical attack. Being sure to add pressure in all the right places. My middle and ring fingers joined together as I slowly and effortlessly entered her. She leaned forward as if to perfect the angle…

I wasn’t going for depth, I was massaging her inner clitoris. Slowly in and out while maintaining pressure throughout. Once in a while grazing her inner thighs with my thumb and rotating it to her clit. She gasped and let out an audible shout. She didn’t mean to, she had to. She may have passed out. We’d only just begun and her cum was dripping from her. It has been about 20 minutes of talking and massaging and caressing at this point. My best guess was that her husband didn’t take this much time.

She writhed from the waist down… legs slightly shaking… grabbing the back of my head she pulled me into her breasts. I lightly caressed them with my nose and lips. Back and forth breathing over her nipples. She kept arching her back trying to lay down but I wouldn’t let her. We weren’t about to take the next step yet. She exclaimed in a climactic feate as she orgasmed and begged me not to stop… I slowed. Very slowly escaping her vaginal grasp on my hand and slowly back in… massaging where I was from the beginning. Looking back at her husband, mouth slightly open, lips dry from watching and breathing heavy. I could see his hand on the chair while the other on his cock. Not masturbating, but holding with anticipation through his pants. My slacks were ruined. Definitely needing a watch. I was hot, but the cloth was cold from the fluids…

I lay her back and continued to massage and allow her to feel the next wave of exhilarating touches. Now with my mouth. And I immediate tasted what I was here for. Her perfection…

• to be continued