I can’t help but wonder. Does his girlfriend swallow? I think it is so erotic to give him oral pleasure. I savored every second. We are still sitting in the van, cuddling, enjoying the moment. We talk and it feels natural.
He sneaky starts to mention his place, not once, but twice. I look up to his face and start to repeat his place.
“So, you live there?” I ask.
“I was wondering when you picked it up,” he says with a smile.
“It is weird, to sit here next to you without knowing your name.”
“Do you really want to know my name?”
What kind of question is that, I am thinking. “Yes, of course I want to know your name. But only if you want.”
“You will find out.”
The Sherlock Holmes in me is triggered. It feels like he is challenging me, to find him, just like he found my name.
He still sits next to me. His lips are touching mine again.
“Are you sure you want to kiss me?” I ask.
I don’t know if he wants to taste his sperm in my mouth. He is not answering my question. Instead he kisses me, passionately. Passion becomes animal. We are kissing so wild, that when we stop, dreads of saliva are connecting our lips. It is not a pretty sight for an outsider, but to me… Well my head is exploding, the sight of his saliva dripping… My God! I want to eat him alive, licking his whole face, my tongue is everywhere. And he… He does the same… Crazy craving for each other full of desire. Being in the moment, totally flowing with each other.
I climb on his lap again. He pushes me a bit back so I can rest in his strong arms. I must trust him, to not let me fall. We gaze into each other’s eyes, feeling deeply connected. It is electric, magnetic, like we are floating. There is just us here, forgetting the whole world around us. We slowly ride each other. I fantasize, what if… What if we were also psychically connected? I almost know for sure that he is thinking the same. Our minds are melted, one wavelength, being in a sexual trance.
We kiss… And kiss… It is like impossible to stop. But it is getting late. We both get dressed and then… Kiss again, our tongues keep on melting with each other.
“OK, now we really have to stop!” I say.
He agrees and stands up to climb on the driver’s seat. I go sit next to him. As soon as our eyes meet, it is like a magnet, drawn to his lips. Kissing like we are never going to see each other again. We both start to giggle and now really say goodbye. He lets me drive first to make sure I am on my way and not staying alone on the parking lot. At the traffic lights we wave one last time to each other. He looks like a young boy in love, shyly smiling.
I drive back to the hotel, my body filled with adrenaline… Happy hormones. I am wide awake! Touching my lips, tasting his flavor. I don’t know if I can sleep tonight.
My car is parked and I walk to the hotel. Everything looks closed. I must wait until the night guard is opening the door. I feel a bit embarrassed. Can you imagine? It is strange, right? For a woman at least. I send my lover a text that I am at the hotel. He is also at home now.
“Goodnight, it was amazing…” We both say.
I enter the hotel room. It smells like sperm. My husband is still awake, trembling in bed. He has been a naughty boy, masturbating like more than ten times.
“How was your date?” he asks.
“It was so amazing” I say.
“You gave him a blowjob, right? I can smell it!”
“Yes, I want you to taste me!”
His eyes are turning sad, but as the obedient dog he is, he kisses me.
“It was delicious” I whisper in his ears.
“No… not my sweet wife…” He says with an even bigger hard on.
“Oh yes, and you love being a cuck!”
I grab his balls and let him jerk off, while I tell him about my date. He comes, a lot… It is truly amazing how often he can have an orgasm.
“I love you!”
“I love you…”
We cuddle and he falls asleep as the little spoon in my arms. What a good boy he is and what a lucky girl I am.
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