As we lounged in Jules’ bed, the bed she shared with her husband, I enjoyed her hand on my semi rigid cock. We talked and she held me, stroked me as if we were still together, as opposed to being divorced spouses.
I had seen her at her workplace after years of being apart, but once together the sexual and emotional connection was still strong.
She told me about her family in a disconnected sort of way, I could tell she was proud of them, but I sensed she was not telling me the complete truth. But I actually didn’t want her to. We had been together, I went away, she didn’t wait, we divorced. End of story. I shared a short summary of my life, and we were caught up. She didn’t ask about women in my life and I didn’t volunteer any information.
It still didn’t explain why we were in bed together, but we kept it to ourselves. One thing for certain was that we still had a physical connection no else had matched.
The whole time we talked she kept her hand holding, fondling my dick. It felt natural. It felt good. And after a while, it was once again hard.
Jules looked me in the eye as she kissed my stomach and the tip of my cock.
“What do I taste like?”
Jules smiled and said, “You taste like us, your cum and my juices.” Then she started giving me a world-class blow job.
She licked my entire length and then would suck my cock head into her mouth. Slowly she took me in until I was touching the back of her throat. Then she would start all over again.
“You know,” she said, pausing, “you’re the only one I’ve ever done this with.”
“Yea, right,” I replied. “I bet your husband loves this.”
“He doesn’t and I’m glad. I only ever wanted to do it for you.” I didn’t know whether to believe her, but didn’t dwell on it. I was enjoying her cock sucking too much.
She picked up her pace and was now sucking and slurping my dick. Her saliva dripped down on my crotch. She tried to take me deeper than she ever had and her gag reflex kicked in. She was doing a number on me, but I wanted to feel her pussy wrapping around my cock.
I reached under her arms and tugged her up, we kissed like horny teenagers who were fucking got the first time. Her face wet from her own drool.
“Ride me,” I ordered. She replied, “Yes sir!” She straddled me, her round tummy pressed against me. She reached down and grasped my manhood and guided me to her swollen pussy lips, lips that parted as she eased downward until she was impaled with my cock buried in her.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good!” She moaned.
Her incredible PSBs (Porn Star Boobs) were in my face and I leaned in to suck one, then her other nipple. Her areola, brown against her pale skin, and nipples stood out beautifully. Nipples rigid and standing out almost a full inch. I had always been in love with her magnificent breasts and I suckled them as she fucked me.
She rode me, grinding her hips into my crotch. I was building to an immense orgasm as Jules cried out, “I’m cumming!!! Oh my god, I’m cumming!!!”
Jules was hit with a wave of pleasure and I erupted and my sperm boiled up into Jules filling her as she released a torrent of fluids. We kept fucking, pumping frantically into each other.
“Oh god, oh my god! You’re killing me!” Jules cried out.
As our lovemaking session wound down Jules leaned down, pressing her bump against my stomach and we kissed again. Then she collapsed on me and I held her sweaty body against mine.
We both fell asleep.
We were awakened several hours later by her ringing cell phone. She rolled out of her bed, picked up her cell phone and went to her bathroom. I could hear her talking behind the closed bathroom door, but couldn’t make out what she was saying.
A few minutes later she walked back into her bedroom and I went to use her bathroom. When I returned she looked up from changing the sheets we had wet on her bed. I was admiring her luscious body and pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
“Who called?” I asked.
“I think you know, it was my husband.”
“Did you tell him you were sleeping with your ex-husband?”
“No, but maybe he wouldn’t care.”
I was surprised by her response, but tried to maintain my composure.
“Why do you think that?”
“My pregnant body isn’t attractive to him. He doesn’t even touch me.”
“I’ve never met him, but he’s got to be stupid. You look incredible and super sexy.”
“I can’t even believe I’m pregnant, we hardly have sex. I started working to get out of the house. He’s not mean or anything, he’s just not interested. Maybe he stays because of his son and the one on the way.”
I thought to myself what a sad way to live.
“Well, I’d better take care of you then.”
I kissed her and let my hands roam her body. We were both naked and I turned her head to face a large mirror that was part of the bedroom’s dresser.
“Look. Look how beautiful you are.” I pulled her hair back and kissed her soft neck. I remembered it was a place that always got her turned on. I moved my hands over her breasts and her swollen belly.
“Tell me more, tell me what you like, what you want,” Jules groaned.
“I want your body, your breasts, your belly, your pussy.” As I talked I kissed her body. I lifted her ample right breast and kissed her underboob.
“I’m going to mark you. I’m going to leave a purple hickey. Are you okay with that.”
She had continued to moan as I talked and touched and kissed her. I slipped my hand between her legs and felt the warmth of her bald mons and pussy. I curled my middle finger and slipped it inside her, searching for her G spot.
“Yes. Yes, do what you want.”
With my free hand I cupped a buttock and pulled her extended belly against my hardened cock. I wanted to take her again, bend her over and fuck her from behind, but waited and focused on her right underboob. I kissed her tit, licked and started sucking the underside with all my strength.
She moaned and I sucked harder. I thought I could feel the bruise I was trying to create rising up. After a minute, I released my hold on her breast and looked. An angry purple welt, almost two inches around, stood out against her pale skin. But when her breast rested against her body the hickey was hidden. I walked her to the mirror and stood behind her. As she faced the mirror I lifted her breast, exposing the welt.
“That looks so hot,” she said. “And it’s my secret.” She turned to me and said, “Would you please eat my pussy? It needs some attention.”
“I’d love to.”
We moved to her bed, and she sat down, opened her legs and laid back. I kneeled and kissed her sexy feet. I kissed each toe and then kissed my way up her legs. I stopped and kissed the back of her knees, a spot that I remembered for some reason was a turn-on for her.
Jules groaned in rapt pleasure as I played with my way up her legs to her crease. I felt the heat radiating from her womanhood as I kissed her puffy labia. I kissed them as I would her mouth. I pushed my tongue into her slit and I felt a rush of liquid as she squirted into my mouth and face as a climax hit her body. It tasted like sweet, warm water. As with our earlier lovemaking, we were making a mess on her bed.
I backed away from Jules and I turned her so that she was laying on her stomach and lifting her hips I mounted her doggy style. Her head was below our hips and I felt her move her hands to touch, to fondle herself.
I drove my cock inside Jules in one thrust, bottoming out as deeply in her as I could get. Then I withdrew and gave another powerful thrust. Jules, one hand fondling her nipples and the other fondling her clit, cried out in her grunts and sighs. I looked down to watch my dick dipping into and out of her pussy.
“I fucking love being inside you!”
“I love it too!”
As I spoke those words my voice contorted from the force of my lust. I pumped faster and I welcomed the twinge, the indescribable bliss building inside me. Jules’ fingers were now frantically rubbing her clitoris, prompting her to cry out, “I’m cumming!!! FUCK! I’m cumming!!!”
That’s all it took for me to explode in ecstasy and pleasure. I pumped and my seed poured into her body as she was in the rapture of her own orgasm. I kept pumping as I felt myself draining into her. Jules was screaming with pleasure but I couldn’t understand what she was saying.
I collapsed on her back and we struggled again to catch our breath.
I wanted to tell Jules I loved her, but didn’t. I couldn’t say for certain if I loved her or just loved fucking her.
My shrinking cock plopped out of her pussy after a few minutes as our sexual cream dripped out of her.
She rolled over and we held onto each other.
Jules said, “Can you stay here with me all weekend?”
[End of Part 2]