More Than a MILF – Even More – Pt.2

"Another amazing time together leave Summer and Scott with conflicting feelings."

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While he hoped he’d see or hear from Summer again, Scott felt he was being realistic when he assumed he wouldn’t. With his self-esteem lower than ever, the questions plagued him. Not that he didn’t want to, but what would a pretty young woman like her want with a sad old relic like him? Another angle had him thinking that even if she wanted to see him, would he want to carry on an affair with a married woman? Wouldn’t it be frustrating that he could only have her occasionally for a short while? And would he always be concerned about discovery? So, why did he still hope to hear from her?

More than a week later, his phone rang mid-morning, and seeing it was her, he wanted to take the call, but he couldn’t leave his meeting. He groaned inwardly, hoping she’d call again, and he groped in his pocket for his phone when it rang again just after noon.

“Hello? Summer?” he answered excitedly.

“Yeah, it’s me. Hi, Scott,” she said with a worried tone.

“I was hoping to hear from you again!”

“Really?” she questioned more hopefully. I was afraid you—I don’t know—that you wouldn’t want to get mixed up with someone like me,” she admitted, acknowledging one of his concerns.

“Yes, really! I know it’s kinda hopeless, but I very much enjoyed being with you.”

“Did you!? Oh, me too! But it’s hard, you know? He doesn’t often travel over weekends, so it would have to be during the week and midday when my kids are at school.”

“I would take a day off but can’t this week. I could come over during lunch?”

“Really? Would you?” she asked, still unsure of her appeal to him.

“Yes! I could take a long lunch, and we’d have maybe an hour and a half. It would have to be Thursday. Would that work?”

“Yes, that’ll be great! Oh, but,” she started but didn’t finish.

“What? Not a good day?”

“No, it’s just that … I was really looking forward to another spanking! But … my husband will be home the next day. He would see my … my red bottom.”

“We can just do it lightly, not leaving any marks.”

“I was hoping it would be even harder! And longer, maybe!”

“Okay, the way I see it, you have two choices. We can wait till next week, do it earlier in the week, and leave your bottom nice and red, or we can do a lighter version on Thursday and do it properly next week.”

“Let’s do Thursday and see what happens. Maybe there’s a third option,” she said with a smile in her voice.

They hung up, and he immediately started wondering what her ‘third option’ might be. It brought to mind something he’d thought about a number of times and even approached his wife about. She’d done it just for him, but unconvincingly, and they abandoned it as ‘not her thing.’ Still, the short time he’d spent across her knee was a pleasant memory that left him hoping someday she might be willing to try it again.

 

Summer was even more excited, again aroused by the conversation alone, and wondered how she’d make it till tomorrow when she’d get at least a light spanking and certainly a no-holds-barred, good, hard fucking from Scott.

Her fingers had crept into her crotch while still on the phone, a common occurrence when she was alone, and once they hung up, she headed straight for her bedroom. Her hand was in her panties before she got there, and she fell on the bed with her other hand under her T-shirt and inside her bra, enjoying her sensitive breasts.

Lifting her hips off the bed, she dragged her panties down to her ankles and kicked them off, pleading, “Come on, Scott! Eat my pussy!” Her fingers, wiping in a circular motion over her wet lips and clit, started her on her own ‘stairway to heaven.’ Leaving her tits behind, her other hand bunched several fingers together and plunged them into her pussy, imagining it was Scott’s thick cock penetrating her, but they couldn’t get deep enough to simulate the reality.

She reached into her bedside drawer for the hard rubber cock her husband had never been curious enough to find and stabbed her dripping pussy with it, crying, “Oh yeah! Fuck me, Scott! Fuck me hard!” With her other hand still swiping at her clit and the fake phallus pummeling her pussy, she cried, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” and came harder than she’d usually manage on her own, visions of Scott having fueled her fantasy.

She lay on the bed, exhausted and still a bit frustrated, but hope and maybe a good spanking were on the horizon.

 

As arranged, Scott drove to his home, leaving his car and walking to Summer’s home to avoid neighbors questioning a strange car in the driveway. Thoughts of their deceit and doomed future left a light wash of gray over his colorful imagination as he walked quickly. He kept an eye out for prying eyes and, finding none, walked to her door, which opened as he approached.

“Oh, Scott!” she cried, throwing herself into his arms as soon as the door closed. “I’m so happy to see you!”

“Hello, my beautiful Summer!” he replied, getting a huge smile for a greeting she wished she heard more often.

Their lips met, and they kissed greedily neither wanting a slow buildup wasting their limited time. With one hand in her hair, the other grabbed her ass and pulled her against the growing lump in his pants. Taking his lead, she put both hands on his ass and ground her body against it, certain she could feel it grow.

Pulling away, they just stared at each other a moment until he moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her quivering body to take both breasts in hand, feeling their nakedness under her flimsy T-shirt while he kissed her neck.

“Oh God, yes!” she moaned, pushing them into his kneading hands.

“I’m gonna eat you up!” he threatened as one hand slid down between her legs, feeling the sopping wet fabric of her tight shorts, willing to bet she was naked under these too.

She let him continue for a minute or so, then pulled away to face him again and kissed him before dropping to her knees. She’d promised herself one of them would cum before they’d even left the foyer, and deciding now it would be him, she reached for his belt and made quick work of opening his pants and lowering them and his underwear to his ankles.

Rising on her knees, she took his still-growing cock in hand and coaxed it to full size with fingers and tongue. With just the glans in her mouth, her tongue teased the tender underside, the tip flicking at that small ‘V’ of his circumcised dick. Moaning as her mouth enveloped all she could take in, he put his hands on her head gently, just wanting to feel its movement as his cock repeatedly disappeared inside.

Threading a hand between his legs, she cradled his sac in her palm while a finger searched for the tight, puckered opening beyond. Stepping up the pace, she could feel his body tense, trying desperately to hold on as long as he could. Knocking on his back door had him moaning loudly, and he came when her finger pressed in up to the first knuckle.

“Fuck, Summer!” he gasped as she held his pulsing shaft, still stroking as he erupted into her mouth.

She stood up, licking her lips and smiling. “No. ‘Fuck Summer’ comes later,” she giggled.

She was about to lead him to her bedroom when she remembered his pants still around his ankles. He’d already kicked off his loafers and accepted her help, pulling his clothing over his feet and discarding it there in the foyer.

Standing again, she took his hand, kissed him softly, and led him to her bedroom. Just inside the doorway, she was facing him and removing his shirt, leaving him just the way she wanted him: naked.

He returned the favor, bending down to lick each nipple in turn while the other enjoyed playful fingers after lifting her top off. Kissing his way down her abdomen, his mouth pressed against the juice-stained crotch of her shorts while his hands caressed her gorgeous bottom.

“Mmm! That feels so good!” she moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Wanting to feel her luscious lips on his tongue, he pulled her shorts down and off, leaving them both naked now. Returning to her pussy, he burrowed his tongue into her slit, his mouth sucking in her abundant juices. He was about to ‘go for the gold’ when she stopped him.

“Not yet, okay?” she asked, “I think someone needs a spanking first!”

Before he could respond, she sat in a chair with a hairbrush lying within reach on the bed. He wondered if this was the ‘third option’ she spoke of as she looked at him suggestively. “Could it be?” he wondered hopefully.

“You mentioned a ‘third option’ when we spoke on the phone since you were afraid of the marks being discovered if you got the kind of spanking you wanted. Are you suggesting that I …” he said, leaving the last word hanging for her to fill in.

“I said someone needs a spanking, but I didn’t say who,” she teased. Seeing him smile, she added, “Would you be willing?”

“Is that hairbrush for me?”

“If you want it to be. Have you been a bad boy?” she said as she went to him, took his hands in hers, and led him to the chair.

“Oh yes, Summer!” he said, his revived erection making his arousal obvious.

“Yes. You have, haven’t you? Seducing a married lady like me! And what happens to bad boys?” she asked, moving him to her side.

“They get taken over your knee and spanked, don’t they?”

“They do! Now get over my knee! I wanna spank you!”

He placed his body in her lap, her assistance consisting of situating his cock between her thighs and closing them tightly to feel his stiffness there. Moaning aloud, he savored the feeling of her hands not so gently massaging his cheeks, a stray finger teasing his anus.

“You know, I liked it when you made me ask for it!”

“Spank me, Summer? Please? Spank me good and hard!” he pled, and the first one landed on the top of his far cheek. “Oh yeah! Do it! Spank me!” he begged after the other side had been christened.

She tried a half dozen in quick succession, and seeing how he reacted, she decided a steady pace was called for. A couple of dozen more, and she noticed the color becoming more pronounced, as was her arousal. When reversing their roles had occurred to her, it wasn’t a desire to dominate that intrigued her; rather, it was the idea, well, the hope at that point, that he was willing to try anything with her, a stark contrast to her boring-in-bed husband.

“Do you like this, Scott?” she asked, needing the confirmation. “Hm? Getting a spanking over my knee?”

“Yes! Harder! Spank harder,” he urged during a series that ended after more than fifty.

Like many before him, he didn’t know what it was about being spanked that was such a turn-on, but he didn’t care at the moment. She wasn’t even doing it all that hard, but the quick pace and several in a row on a single cheek provided that delicious sting he’d read about and only imagined. Sliding her thighs back and forth, his cock sliding between them added to the extraordinary pleasure.

Her hand was getting sore, unaccustomed to this as they were, but rather than switching directly to the hairbrush, she had another idea.

“You can get up, but I’m not done with you yet!” She stood up as well, and pressing her tits into his chest, she kissed him hard while stroking his cock slowly. “Now bend over and put your hands on the bed.”

“Oh fuck, Summer!” he gasped when she resumed spanking while stroking his shaft with her other hand.

“No, I told you! ‘Fuck Summer’ comes later. Now don’t cum yet!” she said as she stopped both, standing behind him and reached for the brush.

“Oww! Ow-ow-ow!” he cried, feeling the additional intensity of a hairbrush spanking.

“Mmm, hurts a little more, doesn’t it?” she said, placing the brush on his back. “I need something else. Don’t move!” she instructed and went to her bedside drawer, took something out of it concealed in her hand, and returned, taking the brush in hand again.

“Yeow!” he screamed as the brush spanked each cheek several times in turn.

“Too hard?” she asked sincerely.

“No, but no harder, okay?”

“Maybe something a little different,” she replied after a couple more smacks.

He heard the sound of a bottle cap being flipped open, and his suspicion was confirmed when he felt a cool liquid dribbling down between his cheeks. Seconds later, her finger was tracing a line down his crack, pushing inside when she reached his bumhole.

“Holy shit!” he gasped as her finger burrowed deep into his butt. He was surprised first that it didn’t hurt and second that it felt so good. “Oh my God!” he cried as her finger slid out and back in. The second time out, she stroked his cock at the same time. “Holy fuck, Summer!” he cried in response.

“There you go, talking about fucking again! I told you that comes later,” she said with a giggle.

Feeling like he would cum soon, she let go of his cock and picked up the hairbrush. Kneeling behind him, she finger fucked his ass while spanking his red cheeks with the brush, again marveling at all the new things she’d done with her secret lover. Trying to switch between three different things, stroking, fucking, and spanking, proved difficult, but it had the desired effect as his body stiffened with his effort to hold it in and then explosively shooting onto the bed while his thighs trembled.

“I liked doing that for you,” she whispered in his ear, bending down beside him with her hand rubbing his back. “Looks like you enjoyed it.”

“I’ve never felt anything like it before!” he said, still panting. They stood up and hugged each other tightly. “Now, I said, ‘I’m gonna eat you up,’ and I won’t take no for an answer this time!”

They turned to have her sit on the bed, and he knelt before her, pulling her knees apart and running his hands up her thighs while her fingers ran through his hair. Her breaths deepened when his fingers found her soft, wet lips. He stood to kiss her and push her down on the bed while two fingers slipped inside.

She held his head in her hands, directing his mouth to one nipple and then the other before he became hungry for her pussy. His tongue glided down her tummy in a serpentine pattern, prolonging her anticipation of reaching her slit, a loud “Ohhhh!” when it arrived. Lifting her feet off the floor, she placed them on his shoulders, pushing up to press her wetness to his face.

Her hips off the bed allowed him to grasp her sumptuous ass, kneading her cheeks like so much bread dough. Her moans and gyrations fed his desire to give her more as his tongue traversed her slick valley, pausing to tease her clit on each trip. He loved the way she moved, begging for more and savoring every bit of the pleasure he offered.

She could feel it coming, the heaven that Scott bestowed upon her. Her body seemed to come alive at his touch wherever and however he did it. It was building fast, and all she could give in return was pushing her pussy into his face and the grunts and groans of extreme joy. Her thighs shook violently just before it crashed over her, her whole body quaking in response.

“Oh my, Scott!” she cried, still gulping deep breaths, “I don’t know how you do that to me, but I love that you do!”

“Want some more?”

“Is the Pope Catholic?” she said, managing a laugh with her still-heaving breaths.

“Would you like to sit on my face?”

“Oh God, Scott! Can I? I’ve always wanted to try that!”

“Come on!” he said as he lay on the bed. “Stuff that delicious cunt in my mouth!”

“Ooo, yeah! You want my cunt?” she teased, liking the vulgar word. “You want me to wipe your face with my cunt?” she added as she got up to straddle his body.

He helped her position her body and legs, grabbing her ass when he could and pulling her down onto his waiting mouth. Sucking her swollen lips in, he drew her precious juice in, humming with the savory taste.

Moving his hands to her hips, he guided her fore and aft, showing her how to use his nose and chin as well, his face sawing into her deep gash.

“Oh! Oh! Oh my …” she gasped as she learned to use the new toy beneath her. “Oh! Fuck! Oh! Fuck!” she repeated as a quick orgasm hit unexpectedly.

Her body quivered as she held her position over his mouth while his tongue lapped up the fresh juice. Sitting hard on his face, she squirmed erratically, coating his face with what he hadn’t drunk in. He gasped for breath when she lifted her body off his face, realizing she’d been smothering him.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” she apologized.

“No! Do it again!”

Promising herself to be more careful, she sat and rocked back and forth again, his face a scratching post for her purring kitten. His hands still on her ass pushed up, signaling that he needed air again, gulping it in when he finally could before she sat again.

Returning to the sawing motion, she looked down at him to see his smiling eyes visible when his nose was enveloped by her pussy. Seeing her glistening wet lips splayed over his facial features added to her arousal. She watched as long as she could, but her legs, tired from this unusual exercise, couldn’t move anymore, so she fell forward, her hands on the bed supporting her.

“Oh! Fuck!” she started again as another climax came upon her quickly, and she rolled to the bed as the spasms took over. “Jesus, Scott!” she gasped between deep breaths.

Scott rolled to her side and gently caressed her rising and falling breasts; additional shudders through her body the result. He kissed her lightly when her breathing wasn’t so desperate, and she reached to pull him down on top of her, their kisses getting longer and deeper as she ran her hands up and down his back. Remembering the spanking, which seemed so long ago, she reached for his cheeks and squeezed them gently, reminding him as well.

His face inches from hers as he languished in the beauty of her face but looked surprised when some kind of alarm sounded.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” she said as tears formed. “I had to set an alarm to be sure I pick my kids up on time! We have fifteen minutes.”

Tears flowed down her face as she reached for her phone on the bedside table to silence the alarm that had also brought the reality of her life flooding back into her mind. Knowing now what she’d been missing drew a harsh comparison between her husband and Scott. She pushed the feelings back, wanting to get all she could from today’s deceit.

“Fuck me? Please?” she said, initially wanting to ask him to make love to her but afraid of how he might take it.

Scott, too, had similar feelings as the alarm brought his hopeless situation to mind again. He hardly knew anything about this woman, but his feelings were getting stronger, and he feared what that might mean.

“So, now it’s time to ‘fuck Summer’?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, fuck Summer,” she giggled, “Gently?”

“My thoughts exactly,” he replied.

Getting on top, he let his cock fall between her thighs while supporting himself on one elbow, stroking and kissing away the tears that still ran down her cheeks. He lifted his hips and reached for his cock, but she beat him to it, guiding him into her velvety sheath, both sighing as he slid effortlessly in.

“Oh, Scott!” “Oh, Summer!” they called to each other at the extraordinary joining. With long, slow strokes, their hips moved in perfect synchrony while their hands touched wet faces.

The fabulous friction had its effect, and their movements and breathing accelerated as a result. Shorter and harder strokes ensued, and they rushed toward the peak they hoped to summit together. With unintelligible words and gasps, they each tried to hold on as long as possible, with Scott cumming first, the pulsing blasts of his seed triggering hers as well.

They slowed but didn’t stop wanting every last morsel of this exquisite joy before they had to say goodbye once again. They lay together, touching and soothing one another as long as they could, but their time was soon up.

She helped dress Scott, with liberal kissing along the way, but before long, they were standing at a door saying goodbye again.

“I wish we’d had more time,” she said wistfully.

“I have to get back to work anyway, but I wish we did too. Maybe next week?”

“Yeah. Maybe,” she replied uncertainly.

One last passionate kiss, and he was out the door, walking home, all the way questioning what they were doing. He knew he wasn’t talking Summer into doing something she didn’t want to, but he was complicit in offering what she wanted. A quick shower seemed to clear the cobwebs of what he thought was faulty rationalization, and it plagued his mind for the rest of the day.

Summer showered as well in case she ran into any of the moms who might suspect something from her disheveled look. She was still amazed at the difference between her husband and Scott, though she began to wonder if she’d given Harry a fair chance. The memory of the incredible afternoon still dominated her thoughts as she waited in the car line for her kids.

 

By Saturday, he was still feeling guilty about his part in their cheating, so he went to the park, hoping Summer would be there. He waited for nearly an hour before she finally showed up. Keeping up appearances she played with Jason for a while before going to sit on the same bench with Scott. Sitting at opposite ends, they looked as though they hardly knew each other.

“Thursday was truly incredible,” she said, breaking the ice.

“It was. You’re incredible, Summer!” he replied.

“Thank you, but we’re pretty amazing together,” she started, though Scott thought he heard a ‘but’ coming.

“I’ve been thinking. I wonder if …”

“If we should be doing this? I know,” she said as her breathing hitched, wanting so much to continue with him but knowing she shouldn’t. Her reasoning related to her husband’s disinterest wasn’t convincing her anymore.

“Maybe you need to have a serious talk with … you’ve never told me his name.”

“Harry,” she said, feeling tears starting to form again. “He’s just so different from you. You’ll try anything, and all he wants to do is the same thing over and over again.”

“Are you sure? Have you asked Harry?”

“No, I guess not, but how do you even start that discussion? ‘Hey, Harry! I want you to spank me, and eat my pussy and let me sit on your face!’” she said sarcastically.

“I think you know better than that. Give him a chance, Summer. He may surprise you.”

“And what if he doesn’t? What do I do then?”

“You cross that bridge when you come to it, but do you really see yourself able to continue what we’re doing?”

“No. The guilt is driving me crazy. I’ll try. What will you do?” she said, wanting to hug him to pieces.

“I’ll go back to what I was doing before,” he replied without saying that meant doing without.

“Scott, if I talk to him and he doesn’t want to change, will you …” she said, not knowing how to finish the question and hoping he would.

“I can’t believe we’ve only been together for what? Three or four hours? I’m going to miss you terribly!” he said with his own tears starting to form. “You can call or text, and I’ll be here to talk if you need to.”

“Just talk?” she said, her lips starting to dip into a frown to go with her tears.

“No. I’ll give you even more if you really want it. Goodbye, Summer. For now,” he said and rose to leave.

Looking back, she was crying and mouthed, ‘Goodbye, Scott. For now.’

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Do you think this ‘goodbye’ is for now or forever? I hope you liked this continuation of Scott & Summer’s story and remember to ‘Like’ and/or ‘Favorite’ it if you did. Thanks For Reading!

Published 7 months ago

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