“Some people use coffee to wake up, I use sugar.” I replied, my eyes flitting all over, taking in the sights. In addition to those extremely sexy lips was a necklace of small, smooth stones, pointing to an amazing cleavage. I couldn’t help but wonder just how it would look with my cock protruding from between what I could only imagine was a perfect pair of breasts. Coming to my senses, we engaged in a little small talk while my groceries were bagged. “Have a great day!” I said as I picked up my bag of goodies and exited the store.
Being a guy and having sexual thoughts every few minutes is normal, but mine kept returning to that mental picture of her breasts wrapped around my cock as it exploded all over her chin and dripped down all over those heavenly mounds. I just couldn’t get her out of my head. Needless to say, I never mentioned her to my wife when I returned to the house. Also needless to say, a titty fuck of any kind would be the last thing my wife would do. Perfunctory sex was all I ever got, and that was usually a pity fuck on my birthday.
A couple of days later found me at the grocer’s again, picking up a few staples, wandering down the aisle, minding my own business. “Back for more sugar?” I turned. There she was, smiling at me, pearly white teeth behind those enticing lips. And, of course there was that equally enticing cleavage.
“Nah! Just a few things I forgot the other day. So, why are you here again?”
“I shop every day. Fresh fruits and vege’s.” She pointed at her cart, half full of what she had just mentioned. She saw the puzzled look on my face, adding, “I run a restaurant here in town.” She handed me a business card as we strolled down the aisles together making more small talk, her picking up random items and me referring to my list. Her card read, ‘Vanessa Hardy, restauranteur’. She suggested we hit up a coffee shop around the corner. Having nothing better to do, I accepted. We took a booth away from the counter and continued the small talk.
I couldn’t help but steal glances at her healthy chest, trying to not be obvious, but staring at her face with those extraordinary lips did nothing to dampen my appreciation, let alone my raging hard-on. Apparently, my attempts at subtlety were way off the mark. “In case you’re wondering, they’re real.” She said.
“Excuse me?”
“My boobs! They’re real.” I blushed with embarrassment and mumbled an apology. “That’s okay! I take it as a compliment when men notice. When you first saw them, what were you thinking?”
My embarrassment doubled and I couldn’t think of what to say.
She unbuttoned the top button on her blouse. “Did you want to kiss them? Feel them? Cum all over them?” She undid another button, showing off the fullness of her womanly charms. And she wasn’t wearing a bra.
I was stunned. We had been flirting ever since we sat down, but I never imagined that it would lead to this. She took my hand and pulled it to her chest. Through the fabric of her blouse I could feel her nipple hardening under my palm. Without even thinking, I slid the hand inside, cupping her right breast. Soft, warm, my fingers explored her nipple, tracing circles around it, feeling the bumps on her areola. My cock was bursting! After all, it had been at least eight months since it had been anywhere fun. What did I expect?
“Take it out if you want.”
I ripped my eyeballs from her blouse. “I …I can’t do that here. Hell, I can’t do that at all.” I pulled my hand from her blouse, showing her my ring. “I’m married.”
“I know. I could feel the ring against my nipple.” She showed me her hand. “So am I? And judging from your state of arousal you’re as horny as I am.”
At this point, I noticed her foot, massaging my crotch under the table. I couldn’t think straight, so, when she suggested going to her place, I caved. My desire to end my celibacy won out over my desire to maintain my marriage vows. I paid the check while she re-buttoned and I followed her home.
We weren’t in the door for two seconds when she pressed me against the wall, planting a wet, sloppy kiss on my lips, shoving her tongue between my teeth and dancing around my tongue. My hands were all over her chest, crushing her nipples and her hips were gyrating against my pants. I had no time to think, just to do. My hands slid from her breasts to her ass, grabbing fists full of her flesh. Her legs wrapped around my hips and she directed me to the couch, where I flopped down with her in my lap, my tongue halfway down her throat.
Pulling my face to her left breast, she said, “Suck them!” Her large, brown areola pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth and began to suck. “Keep that up. I’m going to cum.” Chewing gently, I did as I was told while she unbuttoned my shirt, peeling it off me as I remained attached to her. I felt her tremble as I switched from one nipple to the other, hearing her moan in pleasure. Tossing the shirt aside, she arose from my lap, shucking her skirt, letting it float to the floor. She stood in front of me in a pair of pink lace panties with a wet spot in the crotch. She pirouetted, showing off her near perfect ass, before dropping to her knees between my legs.
Her brown eyes smoking with lust stared into mine as she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers and pulled them to my knees. Yanking off my boxers, she smiled as my cock sprang free, standing rigid, pre-cum smeared all over the head. She kissed it, painting her lips with the clear glossy liquid. With my pants around my ankles I was trapped where I was. Escape was impossible, even if I wanted to.
I stared down at her with half-closed eyes watching as those luscious lips devoured my manhood. I let out a long moan as I disappeared into her face. She moaned back, the vibrations sending tremors to my brain and cock. “Ohhh fuck! ….If you’re not….careful…I’m gonna… cummm.”, I panted. Letting my cock slip from her lips, she answered, “Isn’t that the whole point?” I watched as those lips, those glorious lips, encapsulated my left testicle. She played for a couple of seconds before wrapping them around my helmet just in time for me to fill her mouth with three healthy squirts of warm, salty cum.
She stood, looking down, first at my face, then at my still semi-erect cock. “Haven’t had enough, I see.” Patting her panties, she added, “If you want some of this, you’re going to have to earn it.”
I reached for the waistband, to pull them off. She slapped my hands and said, “Take them off with your teeth,” She stepped up, pressing the damp musky fabric to my face. God, it was heavenly. Her scent drove any thoughts of stopping this away in an instant. I wanted her. I needed her. I grabbed the panties with my teeth and started to pull them off her hips. I got them part way down, exposing her pussy, complete with fleshy pink lips and an arrowhead shaped trimmed bush. I struggled to get the panties down to her knees, where they floated to the floor and she stepped out of them. She turned around, leaned forward and presented me with her ass. “Taste me!”
With my nose against her pucker, I pressed forward, my tongue caressing the lust swollen lips of her sex, tasting her. Craning my neck, I was able to get the tip of my tongue just inside, gathering more intense flavor. “Taste all of me.” She said, rucking her hips so my tongue ran up the crack of her ass. I grabbed her hips, spreading her cheeks, licking her with doggy kisses from her clit to her sphincter “That’s it, my pet. Make me cum again.”, she cooed, grabbing my shaft and stroking it as I ate her.
“Oh yes! Right there! Don’t stop.”
I drank her cum as her cunt wept, her orgasm making her tremble again.
She stood, turned, and, grabbing my shaft, aimed it at her damp, plump cuntlips, sitting slowly, feeling every inch as it filled her up. “Fuck me! Fill me! Make me cum again.”, she whispered as she rose and fell on my manhood. She pressed her lips to mine, slithering her tongue into my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of my cum on her tongue, just as she tasted the sweet muskiness of herself on mine. My hand slipped off her hip and my thumb rested on her clit as she rocked back and forth, taking all of me, then letting all but my helmet go, only to devour it again. My free hand tweaked her nipple, gently pulling, twisting, and crushing it as we worked our way toward that ultimate reward. “Cum inside me! Breed me! Make me yours.”, she moaned into my ear. She began to move faster, hurtling toward another orgasm, just as I was. It was perfect.
Our bodies worked together toward a mutual reward. The crude music of our bodies colliding together, slapping out a rhythm, punctuated by our moans and sloppy kisses. Try as I might, to let her come first, I triggered. My cock pumped gob after gob of slick, warm sperm deep into her cunt as I bit down on her nipple. Grabbing my face from her breast, she bit my lip as her orgasm ripped through her body, her loud moan swallowed by my mouth. It was fabulous! I hadn’t cum that hard in years. I could feel the cum oozing from her cunt, dripping down my shaft, cooling on my balls.
Catching our breath, the panting from all that exertion was all the noise in the room. I looked up into those captivating brown eyes. There was a look of triumph in them. Then I heard someone clapping. A male voice said, “Bravo! An excellent show Nessa.”
Peeking around her, I saw a naked male, in a wheelchair. I looked at her, the question in my eyes, ‘who is this?’
She smiled, “This is my husband, Pete. He likes to watch.”
