The Most Intimate Of Kisses

I had the most amazing night and it’s getting to be habit forming. My husband kissed me goodbye as I hurried to meet my lover. It was his idea, but after some initial hesitance I agreed, but only if I could choose who. Now I’m oh so glad I agreed. If you want to read about the beginning you might want to check out ‘Teaser Or Pleaser’ and ‘Adventures With Another Man’s Wife.’

I  agreed to meet my lover once a month or for special occasions to preserve our privacy and make each meeting extra special. (Like having Christmas morning sex with my horny husband and then running off to spend an evening under the tree with my lover.) Mikee turns a few girls heads I might add, with his prematurely gray streaked hair and athletic build. It’s enough to make a girl ‘go the extra step’ to make sure he dreams only of her. Tonight for example. Instead of meeting for dinner, I was to be waiting at his place, as I now had a key.

With a couple hours to kill, I stripped off my street clothes, drew a hot bath, and climbed into his big awesome tub to soak. My mind drifted, contemplating  how the night might unfold. It’s amazing what a steamy bubble bath will do for your imagination. I drew up a shopping list in my mind and after a bit more relaxation climbed out of the tub. Wrapping myself in a pareo and piling my long black hair in a tussled mess on top of my head, I stepped out to pick up the needed supplies. Add a pair of exotic slanted eyes, hidden behind big dark glasses, brown skin, full lips and you get an idea about the picture I presented.  Mikee says I have an hour glass figure. Several thousand other guys  agree. Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. I was born this way.

It’s a good thing there’s an ABC store around the corner so I didn’t have far to walk. The way the male cashier stared at me I began to wonder if something was showing. Sometimes it’s hard to be inconspicuous when you just want to do a little light shopping. Clutching my purchases in a bag, I hurriedly ran back to the building, tottering along on a pair of high heeled sandals. Taking the elevator back to the sanctuary of his apartment, I could now relax. Next time I wear street clothes!

I placed the different items strategically and waited. Knowing about what time to expect him, I drew another big tub full adding a little scented bubble bath. I decided to remain as I was. Mikee likes the ‘Come drag me off behind a palm tree in the moonlight’ kind of look. As a matter of fact, a few days ago my husband and I watched an old Marlon Brando movie, “Mutiny on the Bounty,” and marveled at how much I look like the girl who plays his island lover. We could be sisters right down to the flower behind one ear. Tonight I was even dressed the same.

Right on time, lover boy came through the door. He was out of breath. I think he might have been running, silly boy. The door was barely closed before his hands and mouth were all over me.

“Whoa big boy! We need to take a bath first”

Turning my back and dropping the pareo I stepped into the tub. I could feel his eyes searing my back side as I slid into the water. I swear it began to steam even more. I’ve never seen a man get naked so fast in my life. Clothes flying in all directions, he practically did a swan dive into the tub. I had him open the bottle of wine stashed beside the tub, along with a couple glasses. The wine did calm him down a bit. If you call running his free hand all over my tits and thighs calming down, that is. I had him lay back against my chest and wrapped my legs around his waist before I finally regained control. We polished off the bottle while running our hands all over each other and he assumed we were now headed for bed. Wrong!

I had him recline on the built in wooden bench beside the tub while I stayed in the warm water. He was now in an easily reachable position. Under the bench I’d stashed a can of shaving cream and a new razor and I knew how to use it. In no time, Mikee was as bare as the day he was born. Right down to his little wrinkled rosebud. His bare feet on the bench, knees wide, and eyes closed, he made a perfect picture. Rinsing off any remaining shaving cream, I first blew a hot breath and then stabbed my pointed tongue right in his tiny hole. You should have seen his eyes spring open wide. He looked down at me staring right back at him and a shiver ran the full length of his body. When it comes to a ‘shiver kiss’ this is the real deal. I could have easily given him a wicked blow job about that time, but it would have spoiled my well laid plans.

I started draining the water as Mikee helped me out of the tub, volunteering to pat me dry with a towel. Such a gentleman. I headed to the bedroom with him so close behind you’d think we were Siamese twins. The linens were already pulled back so I had him recline on a pillow, saying I needed to fetch something from the kitchen. I came back with a tray I’d prepared earlier. One can whipped cream. One jar maraschino cherries. One squeeze bottle chocolate syrup, and one bag chopped nuts. He must have thought I was to be the dish. Not tonight! After shaking the can good, I squirted whipped cream on both sides and around the top of his quivering cock, making sure to give his big balls a good coating.

Putting the creme aside, I grabbed the syrup and drizzled it all over everything. I fished out the cherries, licking and sucking the juice off each one (slow and seductive of course), before arranging them around the growing feast between his open thighs. A good sprinkle of chopped nuts and my masterpiece was complete. Reaching for my phone I shot a selfie and sent it to my poor panting husband waiting at home.  Mikee’s body heat was rapidly melting the whipped cream and his heady male aroma wafting into my nostrils awakened the primal female inside. I made sure he was watching as I ate my banana split.

With hair piled atop my head, Mikee could see everything as I stuck my tongue way out and licked full length. Over and over I licked, swallowing every delicious drop before venturing downward. His balls were clinched tight around the base of his cock until I began to lick and kiss one at a time. By the time I had finished sucking each one into my warm mouth, worrying it around with my tongue to make sure it was clean, he was putty in my hands. I wanted to give him a taste of how it feels to surrender oneself completely, so I helped pull his knees back over his head.

He was actually trembling as he watched me using just my fingernails to raise his ball sack up and to the side. I breathed a hot breath between his legs and with a long tongue I teased his little puckered hole, dragging it in little circles around the opening, whisking the last vestiges of my dessert away. If there are any girls reading who think this is gross, I feel sorry for you. I will admit not everyone deserves this kind of treatment. I’m just glad I have two men who do. The jump Mikee gave when the tip of my tongue slipped in and tickled his spincter awoke me from my reverie. Job accomplished, I slid my body along his until we were face to face.

Mikee began to devour my mouth as I felt his hot hard shaft slip past my lips to lodge fully inside. The anticipation had been so prolonged he only managed a stroke or two before we both exploded into each other. It felt like gallons of hot cum coated my insides, oozing over his balls onto the no longer clean sheets. God I was a mess. Just the way my husband likes me. My pussy felt suddenly abandoned as I crawled off his sleeping form, placing one bare foot on the floor. Gushy cum flowing down the insides of my thighs, I wrapped the pareo around my body, and stepped into my sandals. Feeling totally shameless I let myself out, leaving my lover sleeping like a baby. Some old geezer nearly had a heart attack when the door opened and he got on the elevator with me.  I knew I looked bedroom ready and the whole car reeked of sex. Feeling his hot eyes following me, I hurried to the car and got the hell out of there.

It was a totally dreamy drive home as I contemplated what would be waiting when I arrived. Instead of in the garage, I decided to park about halfway down our long driveway. The drapes were pulled to one side so I knew my horny guy was watching. Pulling the wrap loose between my big titties, I left it lying in the drivers seat as I opened the door and stepped out.  I knew my shiny swollen pussy was open and drooling for my hidden observer. Hips swaying for all I was worth, I strode to the door which opened wide as if by magic. My husband had a high backed dining room chair placed beside the open drapes. He resumed his seat as I lifted and draped one thigh over his shoulder, sliding my wet pussy toward his face.

“Mikee made a cream puff out of your wife, baby. He really pumped me full of cum tonight, sweetie.” I sighed, pulling his face into my sticky sex.

He went wild tonguing me so deep it nearly caused me to lose balance. Lifting my bare ass onto the edge of the dining room table, he pulled up the chair, returning to his feast in earnest. His tongue was all over me my cunt driving me crazy.

“Oh God, eat me, Mike!” I cried, knowing using my lover’s name would send him to new heights.

My husband continued to devour me, bringing me to so many orgasms I began to feel light headed. Lying back on the table I nearly lost consciousness as he mounted me and drove his hard cock in to the hilt.

“Oh God Yes, give it to me Mikee! Fuck me, Fuuuuck me!” I screamed as my husband let loose a torrent into my quivering sex.

A girl could get used to this, I thought in wonder, as I slipped into darkness.

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