On the subject of my orgasms, in the early years of our marriage, my husband had a way of being able to bring me to climax in such a way that so intense. Just from using his fingers, I would squirt pussy liquid everywhere. Not just once, but many times, before he entered me. When he slid his cock into me, he skilfully made love to me that would allow me to come many more times before he finally emptied himself into me.
Patrick didn’t have a large cock. Quite average actually, but what he had, he used well. But I wished he had used his tongue occasionally.
I found myself wondering what Kevin had in his pants. If I was patient, I would probably find out.
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At seven o’clock, precisely, the doorbell rang. I was just taking the casserole out of the oven, to cool a little before serving and so shouted that I would open the door momentarily.
I put the casserole dish on the table and removed my oven gloves, leaving them on the kitchen work surface. I untied my apron strings and removed the apron, folding the garment over the back of one of the dining chairs. A quick check in the mirror, by the door, before I finally opened the door.
I was pleasantly impressed by what I saw. It was a mild evening and so Kevin had chosen to wear a dark blue sports jacket, over what I found out later to be a light blue, short sleeved, linen shirt. His tanned chinos fitted him well, in all the right places and were complimented by a light brown leather belt and tanned leather shoes. In his right hand, he held a bottle of red wine and in the left, a bunch of wild flowers
“I hope I’m not late,” he said, smiling.
“You’re right on time,” I answered. “Please come in.”
As he entered, he removed his shoes, without me asking him to. Once again, I was Impressed. Such impeccable manners in one so young.
I asked him to follow me through into the lounge.
My lounge furniture comprised of a book shelf, which runs along half a wall. There’s a sofa and two armchairs that face a large coffee table. in one corner, was a log burner, which was no longer in use My TV sat in the opposite corner, under a
small, square window.
“Would you care for a glass of wine?” I asked Kevin, as we walked into the lounge. He replied that he would love one.
I poured him a glass, from an already open bottle, and offered it to him. I told him to relax on the couch and dinner would be ready very soon.
I placed Kevin’s gift on the dining table was went to kitchen to find a vase for the wild flowers.
There were still a few little tasks I had left to complete, taking bread rolls from the oven and allowing them to cool, before putting them into a basket and into the table.
Kevin remarked at what a lovely cottage I had. He said that he lived in a small cabin style apartment. I understood, from the way he described it, that his accommodation was a little cramped.
“If I had swung a cat by the tail,” he remarked. “I’d have knocked it senseless on all the walls. I’ve stayed in larger hotel rooms.”
All the same time that I was finishing up, I would steal glances at Kevin. I couldn’t believe how good looking he was. I’m pretty sure he caught me watching him, but he didn’t say anything.