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22/02/2015
It was five weeks since Ruth and I had become lovers. The intervening time had been frustrating,- we indulged in sexy phone calls and frequent cyber sex via a webcam and Skype. When we were alone for an hour or so in our respective houses, we'd lie naked on our beds as Ruth explained in great detail what she'd like us to do to each other the next time we were alone together. The calls invariably ended with both of us masturbating.
Ruth also took delight in leaving messages on my mobile at any time during the day - a sexy text and a photo of her open legs and/or her beautiful tits. When possible I'd reply with a pic of my rampant cock.
So when it was arranged for James and Ruth to visit us for Sunday lunch, we were anticipating some passionate moments.
I'd spoken to Ruth, who told me that she wouldn't be wearing panties for the visit. I said that I would also be pantless, in order to waste as little time as possible in getting joined the moment we found ourselves alone during the afternoon.
After lunch we were sitting in the lounge and (as arranged with Ruth previously) I mentioned that I'd recently bought some Chinese silk paintings. Ruth expressed a wish to see them, so I looked at her and said:
"Come up and see my etchings, my proud beauty.!." with a twirl of an imaginary moustache.
Ruth followed me up to my bedroom, where I'd put a folder of the paintings. As soon as we were in the room Ruth turned to me, lifted up her skirt, moved her legs apart and whispered;
"Fuck me, darling, I've been sopping wet all morning!"
I'd unzipped and taken out my swollen cock on my way upstairs, and I took her against the wall. Despite the juice running down the inside of her thighs, she was tight at first, but relaxed as my prick eased its way into her hot cunt, until my balls were tight against her slit. Ruth moaned softly as I rutted her, and her hands were on my nipples, pinching them, making me weak at the knees with lust.
We couldn't spend too long in my room, but I slammed in and out of Ruth's eager cunt as we kissed deeply, (Ruth had removed her lipstick in anticipation of our tryst..) then, with whispered assurances that we'd fuck again later, I pulled out of her and we tidied ourselves up before going downstairs.
When we were sitting in the lounge Ruth contrived to position herself so that her naked slit was visible only to me as she shifted in her chair, (she shifted constantly!) - I had a permanent hard-on which I hoped wasn't noticeable. We made constant eye contact and were both waiting for another opportunity to fondle and fuck.
During the visit, whenever we passed in doorways, or were out of sight of the others,we kissed and groped,- I would lift Ruth's skirt and sink my finger deep into her wet slit, and Ruth would slide her hand down the front of my trousers, holding my cock and pulling my foreskin down. We were in a constant daze of arousal.
After lunch, Ruth insisted that she did the washing-up, and I assisted her as James and my wife chatted, out of earshot. I closed the intervening door so as to have some warning if anyone headed towards the kitchen.The sink was out of direct sight from the door.
Ruth leaned forward over the sink and raised her skirt, revealing her wet slit and hairs. I pulled out my throbbing shaft and guided it to her waiting cunt,- she was relaxed and ready for it and I slid my length into her in one thrust. I held her hips and pulled her back onto me.
I could feel her slit contract on to my prick as we shagged slowly and pleasurably, with Ruth's soft gasping in time with my thrusts. It wasn't long before I was on the brink, and whispered;
"Ruth, love, I'm going to cum!"
" Mmmm! ,Yes please, I want you to fill me up!"
Ruth thrust back onto me as I fucked her frenziedly, and shot my load into her. My legs turned to jelly as I came, leaning hard against her bottom as I pumped her full. We stayed there joined for a minute - I wanted to stay inside her divine cunt forever.
"Time to make some washing-up noises" I said, and unwillingly pulled out of her, my shaft wet with our cum. I tucked my cock back into my trousers, Ruth re-arranged her skirt, and we completed the washing-up without, surprisingly, dropping any plates on the floor!
We kissed and caressed for a minute, then re-joined James and my wife for coffee. After which Ruth and her husband left. As I kissed Ruth goodbye she whispered ,"More soon," and smiled.
My cock shivered in anticipation,
Ruth also took delight in leaving messages on my mobile at any time during the day - a sexy text and a photo of her open legs and/or her beautiful tits. When possible I'd reply with a pic of my rampant cock.
So when it was arranged for James and Ruth to visit us for Sunday lunch, we were anticipating some passionate moments.
I'd spoken to Ruth, who told me that she wouldn't be wearing panties for the visit. I said that I would also be pantless, in order to waste as little time as possible in getting joined the moment we found ourselves alone during the afternoon.
After lunch we were sitting in the lounge and (as arranged with Ruth previously) I mentioned that I'd recently bought some Chinese silk paintings. Ruth expressed a wish to see them, so I looked at her and said:
"Come up and see my etchings, my proud beauty.!." with a twirl of an imaginary moustache.
Ruth followed me up to my bedroom, where I'd put a folder of the paintings. As soon as we were in the room Ruth turned to me, lifted up her skirt, moved her legs apart and whispered;
"Fuck me, darling, I've been sopping wet all morning!"
I'd unzipped and taken out my swollen cock on my way upstairs, and I took her against the wall. Despite the juice running down the inside of her thighs, she was tight at first, but relaxed as my prick eased its way into her hot cunt, until my balls were tight against her slit. Ruth moaned softly as I rutted her, and her hands were on my nipples, pinching them, making me weak at the knees with lust.
We couldn't spend too long in my room, but I slammed in and out of Ruth's eager cunt as we kissed deeply, (Ruth had removed her lipstick in anticipation of our tryst..) then, with whispered assurances that we'd fuck again later, I pulled out of her and we tidied ourselves up before going downstairs.
When we were sitting in the lounge Ruth contrived to position herself so that her naked slit was visible only to me as she shifted in her chair, (she shifted constantly!) - I had a permanent hard-on which I hoped wasn't noticeable. We made constant eye contact and were both waiting for another opportunity to fondle and fuck.
During the visit, whenever we passed in doorways, or were out of sight of the others,we kissed and groped,- I would lift Ruth's skirt and sink my finger deep into her wet slit, and Ruth would slide her hand down the front of my trousers, holding my cock and pulling my foreskin down. We were in a constant daze of arousal.
After lunch, Ruth insisted that she did the washing-up, and I assisted her as James and my wife chatted, out of earshot. I closed the intervening door so as to have some warning if anyone headed towards the kitchen.The sink was out of direct sight from the door.
Ruth leaned forward over the sink and raised her skirt, revealing her wet slit and hairs. I pulled out my throbbing shaft and guided it to her waiting cunt,- she was relaxed and ready for it and I slid my length into her in one thrust. I held her hips and pulled her back onto me.
I could feel her slit contract on to my prick as we shagged slowly and pleasurably, with Ruth's soft gasping in time with my thrusts. It wasn't long before I was on the brink, and whispered;
"Ruth, love, I'm going to cum!"
" Mmmm! ,Yes please, I want you to fill me up!"
Ruth thrust back onto me as I fucked her frenziedly, and shot my load into her. My legs turned to jelly as I came, leaning hard against her bottom as I pumped her full. We stayed there joined for a minute - I wanted to stay inside her divine cunt forever.
"Time to make some washing-up noises" I said, and unwillingly pulled out of her, my shaft wet with our cum. I tucked my cock back into my trousers, Ruth re-arranged her skirt, and we completed the washing-up without, surprisingly, dropping any plates on the floor!
We kissed and caressed for a minute, then re-joined James and my wife for coffee. After which Ruth and her husband left. As I kissed Ruth goodbye she whispered ,"More soon," and smiled.
My cock shivered in anticipation,
Poster:
tim
