Oh how I long for that feeling you give me, deep inside. How many times has it been? Six? Yes. Six wonderful times. Two years. But so far apart. You're such a great lover.
And all the time you are in my fantasies. Fantasies that get a little help in the middle of the night.
Love,
Bonnie
From: SCWildMan
To: NaughtyCTGirl
I can only imagine what that help looks like. You'll have to show me, hehe. I'll show you my version.
Did Marty tell you I'm visiting your factory next week? I know it made you nervous that other time, so close to home and all, but I hope we can make something happen.
Love,
John
From: NaughtyCTGirl
To: SCWildMan
Oh that's wonderful. Yes, it was scary sneaking out to your hotel. And the lies. And everything was so rushed.
But I have exciting news. Eric is going to be away in Europe. You can come to the house, if that's OK.
Love,
Bonnie
....... the next Monday
From: SCWildMan
To: NaughtyCTGirl
We're taxiing here in CT. I can't wait to see you.
I better go to the hotel first and make my phone call. I should be able to get to Glastonbury by, say, 7. Thanks for sending your address.
Love,
John
From: NaughtyCTGirl
To: SCWildMan
I'm so excited. As usual. I'll leave the garage open. Just pull into the empty space.
And don't eat dinner. I've got something cooking that won't burn if we don't sit down right away, hehe.
Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes. Trying hard to control myself here.
Love,
Bonnie
.......
I heard the rumble of John's rental as he pulled into the garage and ran to meet him. I tore open the door to the garage and clicked the button to lower the overhead door as he stepped out of the car. I darted around the car and threw myself into his arms. Our kisses were deep and our tongues played with each other.
It felt good to have John's hands wandering over my chest. He learned I didn't have a bra on and uttered, "Mmmm." I was wearing an old but pretty miniskirt that still fit me, and when he lifted me up onto the hood - he's so strong - he quickly realized I didn't have panties either. He plunged his face into my pussy and began licking and probing with his tongue. God it was wonderful to be with him again.
"I have a bottle of wine you can open," I managed to mutter between my moans and panting. I hopped off the car and led John by the hand inside. I showed him the drawer where we keep our bar tools. I was impressed when he chose one of those folding corkscrews that waiters use - such class. The table was set extra fancy, cloth napkins and all, but two wine glasses and some cheese and crackers were on the coffee table. John poured wine for each of us and we sat down shoulder to shoulder. We each sipped the wine and ate a cracker or two.
But we could hold off no longer. John put his glass down and pulled me close for more kisses while I held my glass off to the side trying not to spill it. "Let me put this down," I begged and I set it on the table. John started unbuttoning my blouse as I tugged at his belt. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and started on the buttons as his hands and fingers played with my breasts. I rubbed my hands all over his chest purring with admiration. Then he leaned down and took my nipples in his mouth one by one. His zipper slid down easily and I held his cock in my hand.
"My turn," I told him and pushed him back on the sofa. I leaned down and started licking his balls as I held his shaft to one side - I am good at this I do admit - and took them one by one in my mouth. Then I licked both sides of his shaft til he moaned with anticipation. Then, holding it straight up and keeping my eyes focused on his, I started licking the tip and pointing my tongue into the little slit.
John moaned when I wrapped my lips around his "helmet" and moaned even more when I took it deeper and deeper into my mouth. He loved my sucking and slurping and bobbing down and up, in and out. But I was impatient to have him inside me and I stopped before he could cum.
Without taking the skirt and open blouse off, I climbed over John's legs and held his cock upright. Then I wiggled forward and used it to tease my pussy and excite my clit while I held the hem up so he could see. He played with my chest. Then it was time. I held his organ at my opening and lowered myself down over it. "Oh John, it seems like such a long time. So good. So wonder...ful oh oh oh" He was pushing up into me each time i dropped down. "Fuck me. Fuck me," as if I had to say that.
After a few minutes, I got off him, turned around and got on my knees. He held my butt cheeks open and started licking. And when my orgasm began, he knew it was time again and I felt his wonderful cock bury itself in me again. It was nice not to have to worry about making too much noise in a hotel room and I moaned loudly as my climax came.
When John was almost ready, he pulled out and guided me onto my back. I watched him enter me before he leaned down and began kissing me and squeezing my boobs. I soon felt his juices explode inside me with each stroke. Without pulling out, he collapsed on me exhausted. We kissed and cuddled.
"Want some dinner?"
"I thought that was dinner."
I darted into the bedroom to get a pair of panties to protect the furniture and then to the bathroom to wipe off what had just run down my leg. I buttoned up my blouse and straighted out my wrinkled skirt.
In the kitchen, I quickly whipped up the potatoes, skin and all, that were keeping warm in the oven and brought them out to the table. I dished the lamb stew that was keeping hot in the crock pot into a serving bowl and brought it to the table. John had dressed again and brought the wine glasses and bottle with him. We sat and served ourselves salad and everything else.
"This is so good," John said and he gulped down his wine before filling the glass again.
"Thank you."
"Your house is beautiful."
"Thank you again. I'm so happy you could come here AND cum here," I joked, looking down at my lap.
"You are a naughty Connecticut girl for sure."
We chatted idly as we ate, even regarding family matters. "You don't think Connie suspects do you?"
"I don't think so. What about Eric?"
"I don't think so."
John helped me with the dishes, but as I was scrubbing the pots that were too big for the dishwasher, he came around behind me. He reached around to cup my breasts as he pressed himself against me. I could feel how hard he'd gotten. Next thing I knew he was pulling up my skirt and pulling down my panties. I felt him unzip and pushed my butt out so he could enter, which he did.
I managed to finish the pots while he fucked me from behind and we wandered over to the now-cleared dining room table. I sat on the edge and took him in me again. I wrapped my legs around him and we kissed and caressed and he pumped til I felt his eruptions once again. I really do like having sex that way. The last time for us, I was sitting on a dresser in his hotel room.
"Well I made us some desert. It's a surprise. Have a seat at the table."
In the kitchen, I took a dish out of the fridge and put it in the microwave. Then I wandered over to the bar and poured out a cup of brandy which also went in the microwave. While the microwave was heating everything, I set out two bowls and spoons and poured coffee. John still had no idea what was going on.
When everything ready, I turned out the lights, brought out the bowl and brandy, poured the brandy over the mixture. I announced, "Cherries Jubilee," as I lit the brandy with a fire starter. "I thought the flames would symbolize our romance, hehe." The blue fire danced over the cherries and lit his face. I could see how impressed he was.
"Wow! Amazing!" and he dived in trying not to burn his mouth.
"You know, I didn't actually get your cherry," he joked.
"Well maybe it was a different kind of first time, a jubilee."
After we finished, I offered John Scotch and he accepted. Neat of course. While he was sipping, I said "Sorry but I really have to pee," and I did that and more.
After I finished in the bathroom, I rummaged in my dresser. I found the perfect negligee. Well, it was the one I wear every one of our anniversaries, but how could that add any more to my guilt. It wasn't see thru, but it left nothing to the imagination. The silky fabric only had little strings holding it up over my shoulders and it only barely reached my thighs.
I went out to the living room and waited for him to take it all in. "Would you be willing to stay the night," I finally asked.
"I don't have anything to change ...," John started.
"Never mind. We can set an alarm," and we wrapped our arms around each other. I led him into the bedroom. I hadn't thought what a guilt trip I would have inviting another man into our marriage bed, but here we were.
John loved the nightie. He rubbed his hands all over the silky fabric. It felt so good on my boobs and my popped up nipples as his fingers slid without friction over them. As he pushed it between my legs, the smoothness of the fabric as his palms glided over my pussy sent me flying and caused my moisture to run right through the fabric. I especially loved it, by now I was laying back on the bed, when he took my mound in his mouth thru the fabric and I felt his tongue pushing through.
Of course it wasn't long before he pulled up the fabric and his tongue played in my sex. When his cock entered me, I was already in full orgasm. And the wonderful, beautiful intercourse seemed to last forever.
We were kissing and hugging and just loving to be together when a naughty thought crossed my mind remembering the emails. I leaned over the edge of the bed, opened a drawer and took out one of my toys. You wanted to see one of my fantasies? (Eric loves to watch me use these things.) "You wanted to see what my fantasies of you look like?"
I had a vibrator that looks like a man's penis. Eric doesn't know, but I chose it because it was the one in the store that looks the most like John's penis. I pulled up the nightie and opened my legs. John watched me tease my pussy lips and take a good long time with my clit and my butt hole. He had moved between my legs and was watching as he jerked off himself. I plunged the toy into my love hole and eventually watched his semen shoot onto my belly as my own climax hit again.
After that, we laid together kissing and cuddling and purring. I knew we both enjoyed the 69 position when we had time and I switched around so he could see and taste the wonderful result of our love making and I could taste both of our juices on his cock. How many orgasms had I had and here came another. It amazed me that he could still ejaculate anything into my hungry mouth. I hate to admit it, but not many men ever gave me a climax like I get from a good vibrator.
We drifted off to sleep on our sides with our heads on the pillows.
When the alarm went off painfully at 4 AM, it was an unwelcome shock of course, even more so to find this different man in the bed I normally shared with Eric. But John's cock quickly got hard when I took it in my mouth and I easily put those thoughts aside. I climbed over him and sat on his shaft and rocked until we were both satisfied.
We both needed to pee and then we got naked. The shower with him was another delight. Once again, but this time with soap and water, I felt his hands glide smoothly over my breasts and pussy. I loved letting him wash me and I did the same for him. We made love for a last time, my back against the shower wall presenting my sex and John squatting down enough that he could enter me.
After we were dressed, I begged him, "Can you come back tonight?"
"Oh yes. I would love that."
I had a load of laundry to do before I went to work. And I had to do the same the next morning. I didn't want Eric noticing that I'd brought out that lovely nightie and left stains on the sheets. Only one set of dishes remained in the sink.
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