20 Years of Infidelity Part 13

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20 Years of Infidelity Part 13     Oh, my head was spinning as Marty walked over and took the wine glass from my hand. Used to wine being wine and not knowing that port has a much higher alcohol content, I’d had way to much to drink without knowing it. I knew what my tolerance was for wine and the port had tasted so good I’d been guzzling it like g**** juice.Marty pulled me up and held me until I had my balance. Saying I’d feel better lying down, he led me past the closed bedroom where his wife and Jason had disappeared behind. A few steps down the hallway was a second, smaller bedroom. Sitting me on the bed, Marty un-buttoned my blouse and stripped it down my arms, tossing it on a small table by the bed.”I bet you’re still thinking you’re gonna get sex,” I slurred. Not answering he ran a hand over my back and, wow, he was good! My bra was un-hooked like magic and joined my shirt.”You’re good! I’ve had dates who fumbled around for minutes trying to get my bra off.” Still no answer.My dockers took no time to slip off my feet and then my skirt and panties were being tossed on top of my bra. Naked, I was moved up on the bed and laid on my back with a pillow under my head. Moving and laying down had made my head swim again. When I could concentrate there was a sound from the other bedroom coming through the wall. One I was very familiar with. It was the sound a woman made as she moved her hips up and down. Wetting Jason’s cock with her pussy as she lowered herself down Jason’s length bit by bit… oh, oh, oh, oh… As regular and sharp as the slow ticking of a metronome. Mmmmm, I felt something high in my cunt clench remembering how it felt to stretch my pussy on that huge cock when I was tight. I made those sounds, too.”Mary’s gonna have a shit load of fun if she can take all that cock,” I told Marty with the voice of much experience.”I think my wife will have fun no matter what,” Marty replied as he moved onto the bed. The rocking movements of the bed started the room spinning again.”You really wanna fuck me…,” I managed to slur. Or maybe it was just me speaking in my mind because there was no answer; just my feeling of an arm snaking under my thighs and lifting my ass off the bed while a pillow was stuffed under my ass.”You’re gonna have to wash that pillow case tomorrow. I get really bahis firmaları wet.” God, the spinning went on and on even as hands on my thighs spread my legs wide. With my ass raised up, Marty had complete access to my pussy. Hands pushed my legs even wider, almost bending them to my shoulders and then holding them there.My pussy lips were open and Marty’s open lips pressed against the exposed pink skin and pressed harder as he began to suck. God, it felt like he was trying to suck my pussy inside out. The harder he sucked, the harder his lips pressed to maintain the vacuum. It would have been to much if he’d sucked my clit this hard. But my clit was above his lip as he sucked just my hole harder. A hard knob of flesh that was used to being inside me was now engorged with blood and outside me for his tongue to lash. Releasing me suddenly, his mouth moved up and he began sucking on my clit, though much more softly, until it was hard and engorged while just the tip of his tongue barely flicked across the exposed hard tip of my clit.Keeping his mouth in place no matter how wildly my hips moved, he began going back and forth between my pussy hole and clit. In minutes I could feel him swallowing as my pussy juice filled his mouth when he sucked on my hole.Finally he captured my clit and this time his mouth and tongue didn’t move away as my hips moved trying to push my clit into his mouth like a man would push a cock into a pussy. My knees were pressed against the mattress beside my shoulders and held there by his hands and his forearms were pressing against my thighs keeping me from humping his mouth as hard as I was trying to. But my hands were free to grab his head and to try to pull his mouth harder to my pussy.I was panting and begging Marty to make me come as just the tip of his tongue continued to tease me. Then, deciding I was ready, the flat of his tongue pressed against my entire clit sheath and pressed hard. The flatness moving hard and fast as my moan rose in volume and pitch as my entire body tensed and released in orgasm.My cries of orgasm continued to build as a tongue that had teased and licked began pressing hard and scrapping aginst my clit from top to my tip. Oh, my God. As hard as I struggled to flail about as muscles deep inside my gut and thighs contracted and released, kaçak iddaa Marty’s arms kept me pinned and bent in half.It didn’t take long before the feeling in my clit became so intense I was trying to push his mouth away. Giving in to my pushing hands suddenly, his hands let go of my legs and on locked arms Marty moved up and pushed his cock into my pussy. My knees were still bent around his arms, bending me double as his cock drove straight down, pile driving my pussy.He wasn’t nearly the size of Jason but my pussy didn’t care. Risng up and then dropping down with his weight behind his thrusts he kept my deep cunt muscles clenching with every hard thrust. I knew that his wife and Jason could hear every grunt of expelled air and moan, but I didn’t try to be quieter when Marty thrust deep and held himself against me as he came.Pushing with hard, sharp pushes and grinding his groin against my pussy lips Marty came and went still. His body relaxing, he dropped onto me pinning me to the bed while his hot gasps of air was loud beside my ear. I was finally able to lower my feet down onto the bed and press my thighs together against his hips.When my pussy muscles pushed his soft cock out of my hole, I could feel a stream of our sex follow. Clenching my deep cunt muscles forced another stream of cum and pussy juice out. Still drunk I reminded him of my warning him he’d have to wash the pillow case. He only laughed silently.With a sudden attack of ‘having-to-pee’ now! I pushed him off me while telling him I needed to pee. He remained on the bed as I staggered out of the room, and I have no idea why, went out the front door to walk the few steps to my front door. The door was locked, of course. Marty must have heard me open the door, but he took the time to put on pants and had my clothes in one hand and my key in the other. By the time he got there I was waving at the late night walkers. When Marty opened the door I took my clothes and went in, wishing him a good night and closing the door on him. After a long, satisfying piss I saw the ropes of cum on my pussy before I wiped. Finding my bed, I crawled under a cover and went to sleep. And that’s all I remember. Most embarrassing is the memory of standing naked in front of my door waving at people while, without a doubt, strings of cum dangled kaçak bahis from my just fucked pussy lips. (Many ask me if stories based on fact. This was a fact which still causes me to blush. Now it’s out to the world. LOL)Friday…..Next thing I can remember was waking up alone. In my bed. In my condo. Naked. The clothes I’d been wearing last night on my night table. Ohh, damn my head hurt. My need to pee again had woken me.Know those stupid shows and movies where a woman wakes up after a night of drinking wondering if she’d had sex? Oh! Please! It isn’t hard to figure out. One hand between my legs answered that question in one second. The dried cum trail from my pussy and down my ass crack told the tale.”Jason. Jason.” Raising my voice, “JASON!” Ohh, damn, the pounding of my head told me I didn’t want to shout any more. “What?” Answered a weak voice from the wall. Well, at least that answered where he was. Not wanting to shout any more I staggered to the toilet and pee’d. As I was getting the shower temp just right Jason came in the front door and followed the sound of water to find me.Jason took one look at me leaning against the side of the shower stall and, chuckling, he left to come back with a beer and four aspirin. I gulped aspirin and the cold ‘hair-of-the-dog’ beer made my stomach feel better.”I checked on you after you passed out. You snore when you’re drunk.””That’s not all I do,” I moaned as a memory welled up. “At least my head is feeling better, but I need something to eat! Something other than peanut butter sandwiches and tidbits. I need a big, fucking American breakfast.””Sun isn’t up yet. I’ll look in the phone book. See if there’s a place that says it’s open 24 hours.”I turned the shower off and Jason handed me a towel. “Sure you don’t want to go back to Mary?””You’re my step-mom. Not her. I’ll find you a breakfast.”Damn, that was a great answer. I’d been Jason’s step-mom for only just over a year. Only six years older and fucking him, but I felt I’d helped turn him into a good guy.An hour later after a gallon of coffee and a huge, nothing like an American breakfast, I felt a thousand times better. “Damn, I needed that,” I sighed and pushed away from the table. From the amount Jason had eaten he had needed that, too.”You look like you’re feeling better. Feeling like going to the beach today,” Jason asked.Remembering a much more satisfying memory, I nodded enthusiastically. “Hell, yea! The world has stopped spinning and I’m ready for anything.”Next Part 14  Is It Possible…

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