Tuesday, 9 December 2008

The Fantasy of Infidelity

Most men would have been mortified, most women disappointed. But they both seemed surprisingly unperturbed by his early ejaculation.

It had always been a possibility, after so long. She smiled up at him and began to lick him clean. Lapping like a cat into all the little dips and curves, tickling and reassuring. He thanked profusely whatever deity is responsible for erections when, as usual, his cock remained hard after spilling forth its load.

Sliding herself up him, naked nipples hard against the flesh of his belly, sticky skin tangling the strands of hair, their lips met properly and engaged. Tongues tangling, groins grinding, he stood on tiptoe and lifted the chain from the door hook; slotting his restrained wrists over her head, down her back to finish clasped around her bottom and lifting her up. She entwined her legs around his waist and he walked over to sit on the bed. Her soft skin against his chest and belly was more than he could bear; real breasts squashed against him a pure heaven. Running his fettered hands up the back of her neck, into her hair, pulling her into him as they kissed. He had yearned for this moment for so long. He shifted their position further back on the bed so he could stretch out his legs and felt her hands grip his shoulders, her thighs wrap themselves around his hips as he slid her down on to him.

Hearing her soft moans as he entered her. The tight warm wetness enveloping him had been the stuff of his dreams in the long, cold years of his frustration, but the reality was somehow more than that. The sound of a wanton woman whispering her enjoyment and encouragement into his ear, writhing her pelvis against his. The knowledge that he was wanted and needed. That he was giving pleasure rather than irritation. Being a lover, not a nuisance.


He began to pump into her, taking full advantage of the liquid consequences of her arousal until she she pushed him backwards and stradled him, riding his throbbing cock as his cuffed palms cupped her butt cheeks and pressed her deeper onto him.

Leaning forwards so her erect nipples were mere inches from his mouth, just begging to be sucked and licked. Straining his neck, she allowed him the privilege for a few moments before pulling away and concentrating on the job in hand. There would be time for foreplay later... When the promise had been kept, she would free his hands just as she had liberated his masculinity. But, for now, bouncing up and down, she rode him through her own noisy climax and let him experience the joy of a woman in full voice from his attentions until the lubricating constrictions of her orgasm forced him to follow suit once more.

And then, with gentle words confirming her satisfaction, she held him as he came, shivering and shaking into a final calmness.

He felt like a man again.

6 comments:

Don said...

Damn... Now I really have to stop reading these posts at work...

Rae!xx said...

Wow! Cake I think I need a moment with myself after that...thanks..:) xx

Kyra said...

Goodness that's hot! I can't believe I missed the first post of that. Really enjoyed this...

Gorilla Bananas said...

If only he could have sucked those elusive nipples while being ridden. The human anatomy can be so limiting!

L. said...

Wow.

Damn. Where's a penis when you need one?

Walker said...

You have a firm grip on how to please and be pleased