It was never my intention to have strong feelings towards the young man who became
my lover. It was supposed to be like a confidential agreement between us.
Dottie gave me something and I responded in kind. Unlike with business deals,
with the means of exchange usually involved money, ours turned out to the sex.
He gave me the dick while I gave him pussy. The result was
the best sex I can have from anyone besides my husband. My husband was
there when we convene the agreement. It was him that initiated everything. None
of what happened later between Mike and me would have happened if my husband Eddie
hadn't been so aroused as to want us to go beyond what we were already
doing. I could say that, with Eddie's insistent and persistent nature, that
I would never have acquainted myself with the likes of Mike, nor gone to
experience the range of arousal that he eventually sprung upon me. For that,
I can say that I have my husband to thank. However, I still
consider everything his fault, at least a majority of it. As for me,
I became the one who ended up liking the way things turned out,
was it meant to happen? I mean, the part of me having loving
feelings towards Mike. I guess you can say yes. We started tentatively.
Eddie and I made weekend arrangements to meet with Mike every two weeks at a
Super eight motel. Eddie took care of the room's bill while Mike purchased beers
and snacks. We sat on the bed, talking, trying not to seem
in a hurry to rush things. It helped me a lot, because I
was kined and nervous. Eddie had spent months wee talking me into attempting this.
On any given day, I would be home, resting my feet on
the table and watching something on Hulu or Netflix. But here I was about
to have sex with a stranger. Well he was a stranger that first time,
but that was the last time I considered him one. Mike was a
professional. He had bedded numerous wives before, so he knew how to be
patient with me. When he felt we had drunk enough beers and talk plenty,
he took my hand and laid it on his crotch. It felt something
like electricity course through my hand. I wanted to retrieve my hand, but
he forced me to keep it there while he leaned closer and kissed me.
Eddie sat on a chair cross from us, drinking his beer and watching us
interact. I had no idea what type of lover to expect from Mike,
but from the instant that he kissed me, I sensed there would be a
lot of difference between him and Eddie. Eddie is too much a pushover when
it comes to sex. There were times when I felt my gears churning and
I wanted to have it rough from him, but what I ended up getting
was usually the most milquitous type of love making ever. Talk about ending on
a quick note. Eddie seldom knew how to take charge of me in bed.
Mike seemed to be cut from a different cloth. As he drew me
closer towards him, he figured every raja the spot on my body, from
the nape of my neck to the underside of my thiyes. He got my
pussy squirting even before I had even gotten rid of my panties. I was
almost embarrassed that Eddie was there to see how I was responding to him.
His cock shot out like a rocket when he unzipped his jeans. It throbbed
in my hand when I wrapped my fingers around it, even squirted precumb on
my face. Go ahead, give it a taste, might urge me.
Eddie was sitting forward in his chair, no longer drinking his beer. I
puckered my lips and kissed the tip of Mike's penis, and from that moment
my sexual life changed. It was a magnificent evening. Our first sex was
an awkward affair, but we were laughing by the time we finished. My
bashful spirit melted away. Mike gave Eddie some money to go and buy some
more beers. Eddie wasn't eager about leaving us together, fearing we might have
sex, and once he was out of the room, we waited until he
returned, then had ourselves a second drowned. The second drownd was better than
the first, and I even climaxed. We were at the hotel for three
hours plus. It was getting laid By the time Eddie and I decided to
leave. I gave Mike a long kiss before saying good night to him.
We promised to keep in touch. Eddie and I drove home and we laid
in bed, gushing over the experience until we reluctantly fell asleep. Two weeks
went by before we got to spend time with Mike again. We kept in
touch in the interim, Eddie gave me his phone number, and when I
was less busy doing my work as a fourth grade teacher, I would be
reflecting on the enjoyable sex we had and wishing I was with him again.
Hearing his voice was equally soothing. Mike didn't venture much about his personal life.
He did mention that he had a girlfriend, but that they weren't going
on steady. I wonder what his girlfriend might think she knew about us.
The week end came around and Eddie and I went and met him at the
same Super eight Motela's last time. I made sure to shave my pussy the
previous day to surprise him. I wore a tight dress and wasn't wearing any
panties. Mike was happy to see me, and we did less talking and
more fucking. This time. The hours were running fast and I didn't want
to waste a second of it. Mike handled my body in ways I never
thought existed. He fucked me from behind, from above and sideways. I
loved the experience so much and wasn't looking forward to us leaving. Unfortunately,
we had to hours later. It wasn't until after our third meeting that I
decided to take a handle on things. I decided then to start excluding Eddie
from my interaction with Mike. It didn't occur to me that that was the
start of me having strong amode of feelings towards my lover. Yes, the
sex was incredible. Every time I crammed his thick cock inside me, it
felt like I was enjoying sex for the first time. I found myself mouthing
off words I never knew I had in me. It was like his cock
was freeing that part of me that its stayed hidden all these years. For
me, it was like having an epiphany. Mike would press himself against me,
grinding his pelvis while I gripped his arms and locked my legs over his
thighs. As he buried his cock deep inside my cunt. He was going
places no man before him had been before. I choked on my breath and
saw galaxies of stars explode before my eyes. I began screaming his name and
told him how much I loved him and didn't want him to stop fucking me.
Of course, he wasn't going to stop. He could have fucked me
into the following week at the rate we were going, and I won't have
cared. We would take intermittent breaks. He'd smoke a cigarette while I'd talk
incessantly about my life before he entered my world. In the midst of that,
my horniness would turn, and I'd suck his cock until he became hard
again, and then we'd fuck some more. Betty would be home waiting to
eat my pussy. The feel of his tongue cleaning me up would get me
horny once more for Mike, which was unfortunate that he wasn't around. We
stopped meeting at the motel, and Mike invited me to come and spend the
weekend at his place. We spent hours fucking in every corner of his apartment.
He even called two of his buddies to come over, and he got
to share me with them. That was my first time fucking multiple men.
Their dick's eyes was impressive, and the three of them fucked and pounded my
pussy to a point where it barely felt like mine any more. I cannot
tell you how many orgasms I had that week ender, the number of times
that Mike and his friends filled my pussy and mouth with their seed. The
inevitable was what happened several weeks later, when I started feeling a sudden change
in my body. I did the required test, and sure enough, the
sir was as I'd expected. I was pregnant. Eddie was supportive of my
decision of wanting to keep the baby. I am curly six months away from
giving birth. Mike does come by our home and we still get to have
sex, even with my belly expanding every week. We are more like a
couple now, with Eddie being my surrogate husband. God knows what our relationship
will be like after the baby comes. We'll just have to wait and see.