I am certain that when Rebecca settled herself on my lap, she found a rather prominent lump waiting for her there. Her soft kiss and warm embrace had set my cock to swelling, and by now it was about three fourths inflated… more than enough to give her something to feel. A telltale moan and squirm confirmed the fact that she knew what she was doing to me. She ground her pussy down on my cock bulge, rolling it over her pussy lips and getting us both heated up.
My hands found their way up to her ample breasts, cupping them, hefting them, feeling their weight in my hands before curling my fingers into them. Rebecca moaned louder as she felt my hands mauling her sensitive breasts, and she leaned back, rolling her hips so her dampening slit moved up and down my now rock-hard cock. We kissed and groped and made out like a couple high school kids until finally she pulled her mouth away from mine, gasping, and slid over onto the sofa.
“If I don’t stop now I won’t be able to…” she panted. I looked at Rebecca, and I saw a hunger in her eyes I haven’t seen before or since. This woman needed her fire quenched before it totally consumed her. I hated to leave her in such a state, especially with my own appetite at such a level, but I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. Rebecca was a woman in a tender state. Her husband was leaving her for another woman. Her lover had left her out of fear of her husband’s wrath. She was left alone and defenseless. Now I was here in her home, and we had gotten rather passionate and heated… I didn’t want to take advantage of her or the situation.
“Please Thomas,” she panted, “Please stay… for dinner. I… want you to. Please?”
Now my usual dinner fare consisted of whatever pizza or TV dinner I felt up to that evening. I was a heat it and eat it kinda guy. Very rarely did I eat out or go to the trouble of making a real meal for myself. So the idea of a home cooked meal really appealed to me. And I also had a suspicion that “dessert” would be memorable as well! A guy would have to be crazy to turn down an invitation like that!
“I’d love to stay for dinner, Rebecca. Thank you,” I said. I saw her smile broadly. She had a beautiful smile that made her eyes sparkle. How anyone could not want to see that every day of their life was beyond me.
“I’m glad. I don’t often have anyone to cook for these days. Well except for Emmy, that is,” she said looking down.
“I don’t usually do much for dinner either. In fact, I was just going to stop by the market; grab a TV dinner and a six pack, and call it good. I’m not much of a cook, I’m afraid!” I said.
“Well, I can’t have that! A TV dinner and a six pack is no fitting dinner for someone who has done so much to help me! I’m glad you are staying then!” she said. “Now you just sit right there and I will go fix dinner. It won’t take long, I had most of it already made!” she said, getting up. She stood up, straightened her skirt and walked towards the kitchen. She stopped at the edge of the living room and looked over her shoulder as if checking to see I was still there. She gave me a smile that told me she was happy to have a man to cook for again.
Dinner was phenomenal, and I ate till I was stuffed. I was worried that I may be making a pig of myself, but Rebecca just smiled and kept bringing it around again. I think she was just so happy to have someone appreciate her work that it didn’t matter. When dinner was done, I got up to help clear the dishes.
“Here, let me help you with the dishes at least. I got to work off some of that wonderful dinner!” I said. Rebecca moved over, and I took a place next to her at the sink. She washed and I dried, and before long we had the dishes done.
After dinner and the dishes, she poured us each a glass of wine, and we went into the living room to sit and talk. She was excellent company, and we found that we actually had a lot in common. Rebecca had come from a fairly regular background – it was her father that had made the family money through shrewd business deals and a lot of luck. I found out a few things about her marriage to Mark as well. How they had been married now for about ten years, but the last several of them Mark had been the way he is now. Then when her father died and he saw the money that was to gain, Mark was going to stay with her in spite of their loveless marriage, he just found someone else to give that love to.
As we talked and drank, she opened up to me more and more. And in doing so, I noticed she moved closer to me. She started by sitting next to me at a respectable distance, but then she moved to where she was right next to me. Then she lay her head on my shoulder when she started talking about their marriage.
Rebecca looked up at the clock. “Oh, damn! I have to put Emmy to bed. Please wait for me… I am enjoying this. I’ll be right back,” she said, getting up. She briskly walked back to Emmy’s room and about ten minutes later returned.
“Is Emmy okay?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, she went right to bed. She is such a good girl… the one thing I did right,” Rebecca said.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say she’s the only thing you did right, Rebecca. You don’t give yourself enough credit,” I told her.
“Well that’s not an easy thing to do when you are always being knocked down and made to feel like you are worthless,” Rebecca said, looking down.
I reached over and lifted that pretty face to my own. “Listen to me, Rebecca Wallace. You are not worthless and you shouldn’t be made to feel that way. You are a beautiful, desirable, and yes even sexy woman, and any man worth a damn would be proud to have you on his arm,” I said.
When I finished talking, Rebecca looked at me and, without a word, picked up my hand in hers interlocking our fingers. She brought our hands to her lips and softly kissed the back of my hand. Then she rose from the sofa, pulling me to my feet, and she began walking us back to her bedroom. She pulled me into her room, shutting the door and taking me over to sit me on the bed.
As I sat there watching her, Rebecca began undressing for me. She unbuttoned her white blouse, removing it and dropping it seductively to the floor behind her. Then she reached back and unfastened the catch of her skirt, unzipping it and shimmying out of it, dropping it on the floor alongside her blouse. With Rebecca now dressed only in her bra, panties, stockings and heels, she stood there while I surveyed the wonder before me. She smiled, seeing the approval in my face, my slaw-jawed stare must have somehow been encouragement for her.
Rebecca was an amazing sight. Standing five foot four inches tall (without the six inch heels she was wearing), she had dark brown hair, green eyes and an absolute killer 36-24-34 body that just begged to be used. Mark was an idiot to let this woman go! And to go along with that hot body was a sexual drive to match. This woman was made for fucking, and I was the lucky guy that got to take her for a ride now!
Rebecca kept her eyes on mine as she reached up and unfastened the front hook of her bra. She peeled the cups apart freeing her magnificent 36D breasts. I admired the creamy, pale globes topped with rosy pink nipples, stiff and hard with expectation. I put my hands on her slim hips and pulled her to me, burying my face in the valley between those beautiful breasts. I took one of her ripe tender nipples into my mouth, eagerly chewing and licking it as she pushed my head harder down on her breast, wanting more of it in my mouth.
“Ohhh yes, baby… bite my nipples… just like that…” she moaned. I feasted on her stiff little buds enjoying the tasty appetizers as my hands worked the mounds they stood on. I alternated between her two breasts, making sure neither one felt left out or neglected. As I licked and lapped and chewed on her tidbits, Rebecca moaned and tossed her head back, savoring my mouth on her.
After sampling her delightful nipples for a bit I wanted to see what other tasty treats she had for me. I stood up from the bed where I sat and grabbing her thighs just under her ass, I lifted her up and turned her around, tossing her onto the bed on her back, giggling. I grabbed her panties by the waistband and pulled them down over her hips and down her long, lean legs and off. I put the sopping wet garment to my nose, inhaling her musky woman scent and causing her to moan loudly, seeing me enjoy her smell.
“Do you taste as good as you smell?” I asked her with a mischievous grin.
“You tell me, baby,” she said, spreading her legs wide and revealing her sweet, wet peach to me. Rebecca kept her pussy trimmed with her short dark hair in a neat triangle patch starting just above her hood. The sides and rest of her pussy area was shaved clean, save for her triangle which told me she liked to stay neatly groomed, an attribute I appreciated.
I used two fingers to pull apart her swollen pussy lips and peered into her pink wet interior. I have always loved pussy – the look of it, the smell of it, and especially the taste of it. To me, a pussy is one of the greatest things a woman brings to the table. But Rebecca’s hot, wet hole was exceptional, even for pussy. It was the most wonderful sight I’d ever seen – bar none. With its pink, pulsing walls, the soft drops of sweet honey oozing from them, the musky aroma of a woman in heat, and the warmth radiating from deep within, I just wanted to crawl inside and never come out! God she was beautiful!
I dove into that pink perfection, shoving my face into the apex of her trembling thighs and pushing my tongue as deep into that sweet honeypot as I could. I felt like Winnie the Pooh looking for honey in his honey jar and unlike that character, I was hoping to get stuck in it!
“Ahhhhhh GAAAWD!” Rebecca moaned loudly as my tongue snaked its way into her depths. Instinctively she put a hand on the back of my head, shoving my face harder down onto her burning crotch, wanting to push me deeper into her. I licked and lapped and sucked the dew from her walls as I found it, reaching into every nook and cranny I could, wanting every drop of her sweet juice. As I licked and tongued her tender tissues, the sensations got to be too intense for her and she began backing away, making me have to chase after her as she backpedaled towards the head of the bed. To remedy this, I reached under her spread and wrapped my arms around her quivering thighs, and pulled her back towards me. Anchoring her in place with my arms, she could no longer get away, despite all of her thrashing and writhing around.
I spent a long glorious time nestled there between Rebecca’s thighs, munching on her box and enjoying all the delights she was offering me. I nibbled on her clit. I sucked her fat swollen pussy lips into my mouth, and I lapped up all the pussy juice she gave me. Long, slow, luxurious laps using the flat of my tongue over her slit drove her crazy, especially when I punctuated them by poking my tongue into her hole like a little cock. I even licked and tongued her crinkled tight asshole, a trick she had never had before but one that sent her into a higher orbit than ever!
I could have stayed right there, loving on her hot pussy forever, but there was another part of me that was screaming to have its chance also.
With my shirt off, I began working on my belt and pants. I had just got my belt off, when Rebecca suddenly sat up and moved to sit at the edge of the bed. “Let me,” she requested and then slid to the floor in front of me. Kneeling there, she finished unfastening my pants and unzipping them. She pulled them down to my ankles and then took hold of my boxers. She slowly pulled them down until the head of my eager cock peeked out over the top. Glancing up at me for a second, she kissed the tip of my cock and ran her tongue over it.
“Mmmmm…” it was my turn to moan a bit now, and her tongue licking the tip of my cock felt great. She smiled up at me and pulled my boxers all the way down, holding them while I stepped out of the clothes then tossing them out of the way. She took hold of the base of my cock with one hand and cupped my balls with the other. Keeping her eyes locked on my own she went to work, licking up and down the shaft of my steel hard shaft, and running that talented tongue around the rim of my cockhead and over the spongy crown. She really was very good, and I closed my eyes, basking in the exquisite sensations she was causing me.
She paused for a moment, and it caused me to open my eyes wondering why. But Rebecca just wanted me to watch her next move. She took the tip of my cock and put it to her lips. She parted them slightly and began to slowly slide my length into her warm wet mouth. She slid further down my pole as I watched, mesmerized by the sight of my cock disappearing between her soft pink lips. She pushed down slowly until I felt the tip of my cock against the back of her throat. She had a little over half of me in her mouth now as she began bobbing up and down on my cock. She slathered my cock with her soft pink tongue, and she sucked hard on my cock, her cheeks hollowing as the vacuum in her mouth increased. With her lips sealed around my cock, it felt incredible.
But Rebecca had one more thing she wanted to show me. Once she had made sure my cock was good and wet with her saliva, she pulled back until just the cock-head was left inside her mouth. She drew a deep breath in through her nose and then she began going down my cock again. But this time she didn’t stop at the same place. As I watched she took me deeper… and still deeper. I felt my cock go past the back of her throat, and suddenly I realized I was actually going down her throat!
Her throat muscles hugged my cock, and I felt them beginning to milk my cock, trying to coax it to release it’s sweet creamy reward. I had never felt anything like it!
“Oh fuck Rebecca…” I moaned loudly as I wrapped my fingers in her soft chocolate hair. She held me down her throat for as long as she could before she needed air and she pulled back to catch a breath. After a couple deep breaths to refill her lungs, she took me back down her throat. Rebecca deep-throated me like this for a few moments, showing me her talent and coming back up gasping. Rebecca may have been wealthy and refined in public, but she also knew how to be a slut when the bedroom door was closed!
The next time she pulled back for a gasping breath, I pulled completely out of her, pulling her to her feet and pushing her onto her knees at the edge of her bed. “Spread you legs,” I told her and she spread her knees wide as she lowered her face to the bed. I reached down and stroked her dripping pussy a bit, fingering her clit and shoving a couple fingers into her heated hole.
“Fuck me, Thomas, please fuck me now… I can’t stand it anymore. I need that cock in my pussy now!” she whimpered.
I could hear the need in her voice. To be honest, I was in the same state of want as her. Neither of us had been with another for some time, and both of us were extremely horny by now. So I didn’t need much more of an invitation than this!
With one hand on the small of her back to steady her and the other hand holding my cock at her pink opening, I pushed myself into her in one smooth, slick movement pressing deeper into her until I felt my nuts bump against her pussy lips.
“Ohhhh, fuuuuckk!” Rebecca moaned as she felt me opening her long-dormant womb. I knew this woman needed a good fucking, and I was going to give it to her! As soon as my cock touched the bottom and I felt the tip push against her cervix, I began pumping in and out of her. I slid in and out of her gently but firmly at first, not knowing just how much she could take, but she soon eased any fear I had of hurting her.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Thomas! I want you to fuck me like the slut I am, dammit!” she cried.
Ms. Rebecca Wallace was a fuck-slut! That worked for me, and my next thrust was so hard it shoved her down flat on her stomach on the bed. There I pinned her with my own body and began driving into her like I wanted to punch a hole in her!
“Yes, Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck me like you hate me! Oh God, yes!” she snarled. Apparently, being pinned on the bed like that freed her inner slut… the slut that had been so long caged up inside her.
With her encouragement, I plowed into her hard, fast, and deep, making her feel every thrust. I pulled completely out of her each time, only to part her pussy once more as I slammed back into her. Rebecca reached under her and began fingering her pussy and rubbing on her clit, as I continued my assault on her drooling slit.
“Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!” she chanted as I thrust deep into her.
I pounded into Rebecca’s pussy over and over, each time nearly knocking the wind out of her. She loved every hard thrust too. Rebecca was getting something she had craved and needed for a very long time and she didn’t want it to ever end again.
Unfortunately, I am just a mere mortal – a man, not a superman – and I had also been a long time without sex. So her enthusiasm coupled with the incredible feelings and sensations her mouth and pussy had given me, were more than I could take. It was time and there was nothing I could do to delay the inevitable any longer.
“Rebecca.. I’m cumming, Oh fuck I’m going to cum!” I warned her.
I have found that women like to be warned of an impending orgasm for a couple reasons. First, each woman handles it in a different way. Some like to swallow it, some like to feel it on their bodies, and some like to take it in their pussy or ass. So it gives them the option of where they want me to cum on or in them. Secondly, warning a woman that you are about to cum can oftentimes trigger her own orgasm. Such was the case with Rebecca.
Just as soon as I had told her of my looming orgasm, Rebecca’s hand moved rapidly across her clit rubbing herself, and I could feel her pussy walls beginning to contract. Suddenly, she shoved back hard against me as her orgasm hit her like a building fell on her.
“OHHHMYYYGAAAWWWDD!” she screamed out, shoving a pillow into her face so she wouldn’t wake Emmy. I felt her pussy contract down around my cock and clamp down on my shaft as she flooded her chamber with her warm sweet cum.
That was all it took. I reached forward, grabbing her by the hips and holding her back against me firmly, as the top of my cock blew off. I exploded inside her steaming pussy, as spurt after white hot spurt of my sticky cum coated her insides. I can’t remember ever cumming so hard or so much as I did that day. It filled her pussy, mixing with her own and seeping out around my pulsing cock, leaking out even as I filled her more. It ran down her legs and soaked the sheets below us in a ever-growing wet spot.
Rebecca meantime screamed over and over into her pillow, clawing at her tits and grasping at the sheets as her world shattered like a mirror hit with a brick. Her delirium was such that she finally collapsed in a crumpled panting sweat-covered heap on the bed under me, too weak and exhausted to hold herself up anymore. As she fell, I popped out of her pussy, still dripping cum down onto her ass. I watched the white glob slowly slide over the round of her ass and join with the dripping trail leaking from her gasping pussy.
I lay down next to my weakly smiling client, taking her in my arms and holding her, as she relaxed in the dreamy post-orgasm state she was in, until she came back to her senses. I gently brushed the sweat-matted hair from her face and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.
Once she had returned and had the strength again, we took a shower, getting cleaned up from our workout. As we got out of the shower she turned to me holding me close. “Stay with me tonight, please, Thomas. After what just happened, I don’t want to go to bed alone again. Please stay…” she said, looking into my eyes. Now it was my turn to silently take her hand and lead her into the bedroom, where we spent the rest of the night in each others arms.
EPILOGUE:
Our court date went well and Rebecca won her case. We proved that it was actually Mark who strayed first and the alienation of affections aspect. Rebecca was allowed to keep the house and her father’s inheritance, as well as getting a pretty good alimony settlement from Mark. She also won custody of Emmy due to Mark’s lack of any real attention to her for so long. Mark not only ignored Rebecca, he ignored Emmy because she was a product of Rebecca.
As for Rebecca and I, we continued to see each other, both of us becoming quite close. I took on as a kind of substitute father for Emmy, taking care of what her ex-husband failed to. And Emmy came to know me as “Daddy” although she was old enough to remember Mark.
The following year we decided to all get together on the anniversary of her coming to my office. I arranged a little picnic, just the three of us at Lakeside Park. As we sat there eating our picnic lunch, I moved a little closer to Rebecca.
“Rebecca sweetheart, I want to ask you something. You and I have known each other for a year now, and although we met under less than ideal conditions, I have grown quite fond of you and Emmy here. I have thought about you and about us almost continuously these last few months as we have gotten close and…” I said, getting up from the blanket and onto one knee. Rebecca gasped, putting her hands to her mouth as she realized what was happening. “I want to ask you. Will you marry me? That is with Emmy’s approval too!”
Rebecca looked at me, then the ring, then Emmy. “Marry him Mommy! Marry him!” she clapped gleefully.
Rebecca turned back to me, “Yes! Yes, Thomas I will marry you!” she said, throwing her arms around me and knocking me over with the force of her hug. We fell over onto the blanket, me on the bottom, her on top kissing me. Emmy came over and piled on as well the three of us laughing and kissing happily. We were married in late June and have lived happily ever after since.
What Mark abandoned has become my greatest treasure.
