Josh started grunting louder as I felt his cum erupt inside my pussy. It may be my imagination but it felt like it was splashing against my vagina canal walls. His strokes were very short and very hard and I kept cumming the whole time. He made several final deep thrusts and then, buried deep inside me, he slumped over my back. We were panting too hard to talk for a minute or so. Finally, he stood upright and his cock slipped out of my well-fucked hole. As I said, I knew I had been thoroughly fucked and I was exhausted – and I knew that he would fuck me again later – but stopping fucking with Josh is always a strange sensation for me. Of course, I was very well satisfied and having orgasms always gives me a high. But the act itself is so pleasurable, I want it to go on forever. It’s like I just want to keep that hard flesh inside me. Maybe with Josh it is some kind of Freudian thing or something, taking him back inside me again. (God, that is way too philosophical isn’t it?)
I stood as well and as I often did after his cock had been inside me, I got on my knees and put his softening rod in my mouth to get the last drops of cum and to retain his cock inside me just a little longer. He rubbed his hands in my hair as I did so and then when I stood he kissed me.
When we finally recovered to the point that we could talk, I told him that we should get out of the shower, get dressed and talk about what we just did.
I got fully dressed, panties, bra, jeans – the loosest I had – and a collared shirt; Josh put on shorts and t-shirt and we went downstairs to the den. I am not sure what I thought dressing in a very non-revealing way would do in a situation where I was having a conversation with someone that had just a few minutes before taken his cock out of my vagina, but it seemed right.
I don’t really know what I was trying to do except maybe just use this session as therapy or something. I explained that I loved what we did but that we both knew it was not a good idea and that we should end it. I explained that it wasn’t right for his father and certainly not right for Louisa.
Josh nodded at the right times and looked totally serious throughout. I don’t know what I expected but while he didn’t necessarily indicated he agreed, he certainly didn’t suggest that he didn’t either.
“So, Josh, what do you think about all this? Don’t you think it has gone on long enough and that we should end it? You haven’t said anything.”
He looked at me – still very seriously – and said, “we’ll talk about it more but first, what are you doing tomorrow?”
Nonplussed, I stammered a response, “I have a hairdresser appointment, golf practice and maybe have lunch with some people at the club. Why, what are you doing?”
“See if you can cancel those things. I want you and I do spend time together since I am moving away.”
“Okay, I can do that. Do you want to play some golf, or go out to lunch? Or we could go hiking; we haven’t done that in a long time and the weather is great for that.”
He smiled. “Those things sound great. But I thought we may do something else.”