Joan told him that she had found herself very attracted to him, from the first, and, on a few occasions, she had been very tempted to make love with him, but that she couldn’t be untrue to me. She loved me, and our sons, deeply. Donald and she couldn’t have an affair. They could only have that afternoon, and then kiss each other goodbye.
But the afternoon didn’t have to finish right then!
She leaned over and lifted Donald’s now quiescent, but still large and impressive penis, from his thigh. Dropping her head, she took it into her skilful, tantalising mouth, teasing it back to life with her lips and tongue. As she did so, her fingers gently cupped his testicles and stroked the hardening base of his cock, until a low moaning, deep in his throat, began again. She moved her head up and down his shaft, at an ever-increasing pace, fondling his balls at the same time.
Every so often, as she felt his cock thicken, prior to coming, she pulled away and just rubbed his length across her face, sliding it lovingly along first one cheek, then the other, and giving it tiny nibbling kisses as it passed across her lips. In the closet, as I watched her apply this technique, with which I was so familiar, I knew what bitter-sweet agonies of sensation would be pulsing through him, and I fought desperately to retain my very consciousness as I vicariously shared his exquisite torture.
Finally, Joan relented and swung a leg across his, and mounted him. With one dexterous movement, she fed his rampant cock into her pussy and began to ride him. Like a drowning man, he reached up and clasped her swinging breasts – then he clutched at her butt cheeks – then back to her tits. He was making animal noises again, and his head was rolling from side to side, his mouth open.
The sight never leaves my mind. Joan’s beautiful ass cheeks rippled with each downward thrust. They jiggled from side to side to side in a blatant display of sexual wantonness. I thought I’d come without ever touching myself. It was out of this world – beauty in motion. I’ll never forget it.
Finally, as she felt Donald thrusting frantically upwards into her deepest depths, his breathing turning into one endless choking gasp, Joan let herself go, and, flinging herself down on top of him, clung to him desperately as she began to shake uncontrollably.
Their mutual climax lasted even longer, this time and, when they were both spent, they lay like dead people, entwined in their spent lust.
At last, Donald stirred, and Joan rolled off him, lying, legs splayed, beside him on the bed.
She said he should get going and finish his route, and Donald agreed he thought it would be best. Joan asked if he would let himself out – she wanted to have a brief nap before she got things ready for my birthday party. She told him that they must never get together again. That this was a one time only ‘fling’. Donald accepted all of this without objection, and dressed quickly.
He bent to give Joan one final kiss, and was unable to resist a last caress of her beautiful naked breasts. But when his hand slid downwards, she caught it and shook her head. He smiled ruefully, then turned and left the room. I heard him hurry down the stairs, then the kitchen door closed.