I laid Michelle on the couch cushions and then straddled her. She kept on mumbling “Please don’t Scott” until I penetrated her with my impossibly hard dick. After that there were no more protests. She turned from passive to a human dynamo. By the time that I had deposited a mega-load in her restless pussy we were both glistening with sweat and almost wiped out by our zealousness. Our virtually simultaneous orgasms were apocalyptic! The feeling that I had was ineffable.
I’m not exactly sure how it happened but somehow we eventually pulled out the bed from the couch and started working on each other’s sex organs with a passion. We took a shower about midnight and replaced the sweaty and cum-stained sheets, and then went back at each other. From the time I first ejaculated into her we probably didn’t say more than fifty words to each other the entire night (“Oh God Yes!” doesn’t count) but we didn’t need to. It was apparent to both of us that we had a deep-seated connection to each other that had been suppressed a long time. Just like uncapping a volcano once that passion was released there was no stopping it or turning back.
When we awoke the next morning entirely drained; face-to-face we simultaneously chuckled. “I think that I had more orgasms last night than in any five years of my life,” Michelle chirped.
“I felt more love last night than I did in any ten years of my life,” I replied. “I wasn’t just fucking or sucking you; I was making mad passion love like I never have before.”
“Not even with Brie?” she giggled.
“Not even with Brie,” I shot back.
“Not even with Brenda?” she mischievously asked.
As I tickled her I said “I never made love to Brenda – I just unknowingly fucked her and while I’m not going to pretend that it wasn’t great, it didn’t compare to what I had with you last night.”
“Right answer,” she snickered, and then bit my nose. “You know that this might be the end of my marriage; I didn’t call Jack last night. He doesn’t know where I was.”
“Just tell him that you were in the arms of your soulmate,” I replied.
“Yeah, that will work,” she chuckled.
We ate breakfast together naked, then we showered again. Our male and female parts were too abused to fuck, suck, or make love, so we had to content ourselves with delicately washing off each other’s bodies.
As Michelle was getting ready to leave she asked “What should I tell Brie?”
“Tell her that you convinced me to talk to her and possibly re-evaluate the situation but don’t give her any expectation that we’ll reconcile. Now; how about us?”
Michelle turned serious. “Last night was the best night of my life – but are we ready for the fallout if we try for a relationship?”
“I happen to think that you’re worth any fallout,” I grinned.
“Let me think about it,” she replied in a solemn tone.
“The ball’s in your court,” I concluded with a kiss on her forehead. I liked the look of her svelte body as she walked down the hallway to the stairwell, her firm ass bouncing back-and-forth.
Michelle called me that afternoon – I only answered the phone because I recognized her number. “Just a few things to report” she opened in a sing-song voice.