“Play with your clit,” I told her as I continued to fuck her ass. Soon, her breathing increased and she became vocal.
“Yessss, I’m cumming, keep fucking me, keep fuck…ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssssss, yessss, yessss, ughhhhhhhhh, oohhhhh.”
I continued t fuck her until she settled down from her orgasm, then pulled back out, even though I hadn’t cum. I removed the condom off my hard cock, got a wet wash cloth and cleaned both of us up as best I could. I turned her over and onto her back on the bed, and positioned myself over her abdomen and tried to fuck her tits, but she wasn’t big enough. Not satisfied with that, I moved up and stuck my cock directly in her face, and she willingly took it into her mouth. I face fucked her until I came full force into the back of her throat. She swallowed most of it as I squirted into her. After I pulled my cock out of her mouth, I watched as she finished swallowing, with a triumphant smile on her face.
We lay side by side, in each other’s arms, and I asked her what she thought. She didn’t complain, but when pressed, admitted to feeling some pain in her ass. She did volunteer that the pain was minor compared to the unexpected pleasure that she received from the experience. “Another first for me, actually two,” volunteered Irma. “I liked the feeling of a cock up my ass, it was so different, but what I really liked was the taste of your cum.”
We lay there making small talk until she decided that it was time for her to leave. I told her to arrive early in the next afternoon (Wednesday), as I expected to finish up at the vendor’s early in the morning. Since my flight out wasn’t until early Thursday, we had all afternoon, evening and night to play.
As predicted, I wrapped up the problem solving at the vendor’s before noon the next day, and returned to the hotel to await Irma.
When she arrived, I immediately noticed that something was wrong, she had been crying. “You’ve been crying, what’s wrong?”
“It’s John (her husband), he knows that I’m fucking around, we had a terrible fight.” Her tears began to flow freely again.
I took her in my arms and comforted her as best as I could, “Did you tell him about us?”
“No, but he knows. He confronted me before I left and accused me of being a whore and a slut. I told him that just because he wasn’t interested in sex, doesn’t mean that I wasn’t, and he began to shout obscenities at me, so I slammed the door on him as I left.”
“Are you feeling guilty?”
“Yes, but I shouldn’t, he’s had every opportunity to get himself checked out, to find out if there’s anything that can be done about his impotency, but he’s refused. I shouldn’t feel guilty at all, should I?”
“No, you shouldn’t, now you need to put John out of your mind for the rest of the day. Think you can do that?”
“I don’t know, it’ll be tough. I do love him, you know, and I don’t want to hurt him, but he’s been such a, a prick, if I have to say so.”
We held each other for several minutes, with me offering as much reassurance as I could, and she eventually calmed down. The first thing out of her mouth after she had calmed down was, “My ass hole is off limits to you today, it’s feeling ‘pretty fucking sore,’ as she aptly put it with a chuckle. “I do want to taste more of your cum, though, it tasted much better than I expected. I really liked it! I’m on overload with all of these new experiences, but I love it, love it, love it!”