Standing at my dining room table, I held my arms around Niharika, my wife’s alluring friend, pulling her close as our eyes seemed to ask each other what we were getting ourselves into. Yes, I had pulled her in for a kiss, but what did it mean, and where was this going?

I was thinking of a way to define what was happening here, to let her know I wasn’t just a man-slut who tried to get my wife’s friends into bed, but was just a sexually-frustrated guy responding to what we both should know was a mutual attraction, apart from any relationship considerations. Niharika’s soft, wet lips, her roaming hands, and those sultry, enchanting eyes weren’t making my brain formulate the right way to start the conversation quite yet.

Rika and I gave each other more kisses, tracing each other's arms with our fingers. Then I kissed her cheek under her ear for a few moments, moving down to her neck while pulling her close again. My nose and cheek moved her dangly earring, giving it a playful swing, while I breathed in, familiarizing myself with her scent. I know she could feel my growing erection pressed against her, and I had made no attempt to avoid the contact.

I led Niharika by the hand into the next room, the living room, where we sat facing each other on the couch. We each needed to say something, but we needed to kiss more first. After some caressing and deepening kisses, accompanied by some caresses of thighs, hips, shoulders, and necks, our tongues got involved.

She seemed to enjoy running her fingers through my hair as much as I enjoyed stroking hers. Cheryl keeps her hair cut short, above the ears even, and though I didn’t want to make this experience all about trying to compare my wife to “something better”, I couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of gathering and running my fingers through Rika’s long, soft, silky hair.

I started the inevitable conversation. “Well, this is obviously a little taboo. Making out, no doubt mutual attraction, giving in. I guess we're okay with it, even though Cheryl is your friend.”

“Um, and your wife.”

“Um, yeah, there's that too.”

“So, why kiss me?”

I looked at Rika for a while, trying to find the right words. I didn't want to spill my guts about my marriage's lack of sexual intimacy, but I didn't want to give the impression that I’m a cheating asshole with no cause. “I'm attracted to you. You have beautiful features – your smile, your hair, and your eyes, sorry, they're captivating. The way you move and talk, confident, fun.”

“So, you kiss everyone you're attracted to?” She laughed.

“You're the only one. Besides Cheryl of course. I haven't ever made a move on anyone else. You're flirty with me, and if I was going to take a chance, well, you seem to be sending the right signals.”

“Take a chance?”

“To, um... honestly, to try to get some needs met, physically, that I don't get. Listen, I don't want to make this about Cheryl, and I don't want to say anything bad about her, but, she and I just don't share the same desire – I would call it a need – for intimacy.”

“Intimacy?” She gave a sympathetic sigh. “You're not getting any?” She was trying to keep things light, but not teasing to make me feel bad.

“That's one way to put it.”

“Mm hmm. I kind of thought so.” She sighed. “Well, I’m not either, in case you’re wondering.”

I wasn’t wondering, but now that I thought about it, her looks and demeanor would make her quite a catch for any young doctor, attorney, engineer, or entrepreneur. I quickly figured the only reason that she wasn’t sexually active was that she and all her peers didn’t have time to date because of how much their studies and work consumed them.

We shared some more much-needed kisses before I spoke again. “So, was I that obvious? About not getting any? Or you just figured because tonight I've been flirting with you?”

“No, just knowing her, and having talked about stuff before.”

“Stuff?” I'm sure Cheryl wouldn't go talking to her friends and coworkers about our frankly sexless marriage. I raised my eyebrows and cocked my head to the side.

“Sorry, I didn't mean we have talked about you and her. I mean, you know, conversations come up among coworkers, especially women, about relationship stuff, and a couple of other girls and I have asked her about being married, you know, teasing about sex, not inappropriate, but, well, maybe a little.” She snickered.

“Like locker room talk that guys do, but the female version?”

“I guess so. Married sex versus single sex, likes, positions, how often. Any, like, enhancements? Toys, clothing.”

“I wouldn’t have thought she’d talk about that stuff.”

“She didn’t. That’s the thing. I got the impression she was very...”

“Prude?”

“I wouldn't say prude.”

“I would.”

“Well, I guess.” She laughed.

“I mean, I love her. I really do. We’re just not on the same page when it comes to, um, physical desires. Or the same book even.”

“We weren’t prying or anything, but, yeah, Cheryl wouldn’t say anything, except that one thing or another was ‘gross’, and was turned off. I think it was just normal, curious, girl talk. We weren’t being freaky. Hell, I haven’t had sex since my undergrad years.”

“Med school is that intense? Or you just stay focused and, no time for boyfriends and such?”

“Oh, no. And I’m sure no time soon. I have desires, though.” She gave me another kiss, with a slithering tongue and a sigh. “Pretty intense sometimes.”

I opened up a bit to Niharika, but reiterated that I didn't want to say anything bad about Cheryl as I went. Some years ago, Cheryl seemed to have completely lost interest in sexual intimacy. She's told me it's not me, it's her, and I do trust her enough to believe her. I know I'm not the most desirable physical specimen, tall with a huge cock and big muscles and a “chiseled jaw” whatever the fuck that means, but she agrees that I am more than reasonably attractive. I have kept in decent shape, have good hygiene, and am not a slob, so I truly have no reason to believe that a wife with a normal sex drive wouldn't enjoy having sex with a husband like me occasionally.

As if to confirm that I'm desirable, right in the middle of relaying this to Niharika, she leaned in and kissed me. Adding tongue again after a few seconds, she caressed my shoulder and neck, running her fingers through my full head of hair.

I was about to try to further justify my wandering eyes (and now hands and lips and tongue) by telling Rika more about my relationship with Cheryl, that I feel like I am caring and supportive, not neglectful, and therefore not deserving of being starved for sex, but the more her tongue wrestled with mine, the more I was glad she shut me up.

“Even before Thanksgiving, I thought, she’s missing out, and maybe you were missing out, though I didn’t know you.” Rika and I were on the same page. She didn’t think I was a creep or jerk, just frustrated and needy, and her desires complimented mine.

“So, you don't think badly of me?” I leaned her back and moved in to take a bit more control.

“No. Not judging. I’d have to judge myself, too, if I did.”

I fed her my tongue and stroked her neck, shoulder, and side, down to her hip. On the way back up, my hand moved to her front and paused covering her breast. Her sigh and smile told me not to stop.

I did my best to concentrate on caressing and holding her breasts softly, rather than groping and squeezing like a horny, out-of-control teenager. My fingers found a nipple, gathering it gently rather than pinching. Throughout the evening, I had admired the way her breasts had some sway and jiggle to them, and now by fondling one, I was delighted that I could feel the contour of the stiff nipple contrasting with the surrounding soft flesh, through the subtle texture of her thin bra. I couldn't help but compare the sensation to feeling up Cheryl, who does have nice full breasts, but whose bras are designed to keep everything firmly in place and encased in insanely thick padding.

When I leaned back a bit, my hand dropped to her thigh, pulling so that her leg swung over mine. She righted herself and straddled my lap, quite gracefully. My arms roamed her back while she draped her arms over my shoulders. Our lips and tongues met again for a good two-minute makeout session. Her shirt didn't stay tucked in for long. Sick of always playing things safe, with Niharika encouraging my boldness, I pulled her shirt loose in the back, caressing her butt with one hand while the other slid up her spine over her bare skin.

Nuzzling my shoulder, more relaxed and comfortable now, she wet my neck with her lips, and even her tongue, giving me goosebumps and making me sigh deeply. I gathered her other breast in my fingers, exploring the texture as I did with the first.

When we separated and she sat back on my thighs slightly, I held the bottom of her shirt, gazing into her face. Those slightly-smiling lips and those big, brown, exotic, expressive eyes told me to lift, so I did. Her arms went up, and her shirt followed.

The first sight of her belly button ring really screwed up my concentration. It had a sparkling clear crystal looking charm right in the center of her navel, and a simple silver ball where the top came out of the piercing. It totally fit her look and personality, but was unexpected nonetheless. Here I was about to have a go at her breasts in just her bra, but that little piece of jewelry diverted my attention.

But only for a moment. I continued raising her shirt up, its snugness requiring a stronger pull than I expected, coming off her hands over her head and dragging her beautiful long silky dark hair up until it spilled over her face. Tossing her tresses back over her shoulders with a laugh and a shake of her head, she made her soft titties jiggle. She had to have done that on purpose.

Her bra was a pale green color – seafoam? mint? – and indeed rather thin. The pattern wasn't lace, but something intricately textured and obviously designed to display, rather than restrict, what they were holding. Not something a lingerie model or porn starlet would wear, but an order of magnitude sexier than any bra that had been around my house for the last decade or more.

“Mmm, that's cute,” I told her, gently nudging her navel ring with my finger. “Fun and sexy.”

“Thanks,” she replied, squirming a bit.

“And of course, these.” I ran the back of my fingers along the underside of her breasts, gliding over the decorative cups and touching the soft flesh.

“Mmm, thank you.” She blinked one of her slow-motion blinks, lowering her chin so that she was looking up at me with sultry eyes.

I did my best to appreciate, not ogle, sharing more kisses with Niharika as she pulled on my shirt and ended up removing it. Her hands felt amazing gliding over my bare shoulders, back, and chest, and at one point I leaned back, closing my eyes, just enjoying her touches. My hands roamed all over her lovely, dark, smooth skin, my fingers snagging and running along the material of her bra straps. I gave her breasts just enough lifts and swirls and gentle squeezes to let her know I wasn't going to deny my fondness of them, but hopefully not too much to become gropey or klutzy.

When I pushed a strap off her shoulder, Niharika's response was to smile, let out a playful “Ooo,” and wiggle a bit. Then, she scooted forward on my lap a couple of inches to grind her crotch into mine. My boner was lodged firmly sideways in my shorts, and the side of the shaft got some solid contact.

As I pinched the band of her bra behind her, the look in her eyes was one of excitement, of expectation, not of reluctance. So, I undid the hooks and brushed the second strap aside, letting the cups fall away and reveal her breasts to me in all their glory. The mounds – B cups, I guessed – were a shade or two paler than the rest of her brown skin, and the puffiness of her dark areolae and the stiffness of her nipples made her breasts a bit conical rather than round.

I didn't go right after Rika's tits with my mouth right away. We made out some more, and I gave them the odd fondle and lift, but I was content with letting her lean against me, bare chest to bare chest, while our hands swirled over each other's bare shoulders and backs. But there was no way I was going to leave them un-kissed and un-sucked, so after some more neck kisses, and nipping at her ears, playing with her earrings some more, I moved my lips down until I was able to press them into that soft flesh around one nipple, then the other.

“Mmm, yessss,” Rika whispered.

“It's okay?”

“It’s a great start!” If she was letting on that she wanted and expected much more, this was going to be a fantastic night!

She sighed and leaned back, grinding into me gently again, which I took as an offer to continue. I kissed directly on one nipple, then the other, and let my tongue out to give them swipes and flicks. After swirling my tongue around one, getting it plenty wet, I gently drew a in a small mouthful, holding the whole areolae and some surrounding tit flesh with the suction of my lips for a few seconds. After paying quite a bit of attention to that breast, I gave the other a similar treatment.

I made it a point to tease at her navel ring with my fingers a few times, just nudging it, since I had no idea how much “play” it could handle.

Niharika wasn’t timid. She seemed to enjoy the sucking and kissing and especially the erotic nipple play, making eye contact with me and smiling while my tongue danced over and around the puffy dark nubs. She even licked her finger and applied some of her saliva to my nipples as I attended to hers.

“Wow, well, this is exciting,” I said as we took a break just to feel the sensation of our warm, bare chests against each other.

“Yes,” she replied. “Now we decide how far this is going to go?”

“I'm up for a lot further than this. Like, all the way, as they say.”

“Oh?”

I nodded, running the back of my hand up the inside of her thigh, brushing her crotch.

“Hmm, about protection... I'm on birth control, but no birth control is a hundred percent, you know.”

“They teach you that in medical school?” I tried to make that sound like a joke.

“Secondary school,” she laughed. “Hell, primary school nowadays. What is that, middle school here?”

I leaned to the side, maneuvering Rika so that she climbed off and sat beside me. I stood up and grabbed her hands, pulling until she stood against me. I kissed her lips, then moved to her neck, then spun her halfway around. She settled back against me while I wrapped my arms around her, my hands cupping her breasts. I kissed her ear, then boldly gave it a lick. She shuddered.

“Rika, I so want to have sex with you,” I whispered. “You are so beautiful, exciting, sexy. Mmm, you feel so good. We're talking about a condom, right?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, firmly.

“Come with me.” While I held her hand and led her down the hall to the master bedroom, I smiled and looked back. Wow, she looked really sexy, hair all messy, topless, dark-peaked perky tits jiggling, alternately coming together and separating with each stride.

I flicked on the light and opened the middle drawer of the nightstand, reaching up and pulling loose the little package that was taped to the underside of the drawer above. I dangled the three-pack of condoms in front of Rika, and we both laughed.

“What?” She looked a bit mystified. “Don't take this the wrong way, but I was not expecting that you'd have those.”

“Secret stash. Long story short, a couple years ago I thought I may have a small chance of being able to use them, but, nope, that didn't work out. I can't imagine what Cheryl would do if she saw them, so I found someplace to hide them.”

“A couple of years?” Rika snatched the packets from my hand. “You know these have an expiration date?” I knew. Her lips spread into a smile: we just needed to use them by next Winter. Thankfully, neither of us had any intention of waiting that long.

Rika's eyes had a new fire in them as she crushed her naked breasts against me and attached her mouth into mine. We tumbled onto the bed and went at each other. To say that we resumed what we were doing on the couch would be wholly inaccurate. On the couch, we had kissed side by side and made out with her straddling me. But on the bed, we could sprawl out and roll around so that we could alternate who was on top, or even behind. On the couch, we had been tentative, slow, cautious at times. But on the bed, we were much more aggressive, our legs intertwining and our hands even going to crotches. I could feel the warmth between her thighs as I rubbed, and she ran her fingers directly over the outline of my erection, which was sticking straight up inside my shorts.

We playfully pulled at the laces of each other's shoes and sent them tumbling across the floor. I unbuttoned her jeans, and when I pulled down the zipper to peel them from her hips, I let out a “wow.”

“What?” Rika tittered as I tugged her pants down her thighs.

“Matching bra and panties? That's hot.” I pulled her pants all the way off her legs and dumped them on the floor as she lay back on the bed, the pretty pale green panties providing a lovely contrast with the brown skin of her abdomen, hips, and thighs. “It's almost like you were planning to be seen in these.”

Rika sat up, giving me a seductive smiling stare. “A girl can hope, right?” Once she unhooked her earrings and leaned over me to place them on the nightstand, she unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. I leaned back, and when she pulled them off, my boner was right there, very pronounced, still and straight up in my boxers, the head threatening to push out from under the waistband. She set it free, pulling the elastic away from my skin and dragging them all the way off my feet, giving an excited “Ooo!”.

I playfully pushed Rika over, running my fingers up the front of her panties, over her abdomen to tease her navel ring for a moment. Then, with much anticipation and pent-up desire, I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled down as she raised her butt slightly to give her hips a wiggle. Down came the last of her skimpy clothing, revealing a pronounced but tidy bush of fine, dark pubic hair. As she drew her knees up and out a bit for me to release her panties from her feet, I got a glimpse of her pussy slit as the hairs parted slightly.

I was naked with another woman, with someone other than Cheryl since we had first gotten together all those years ago. I tried to put that thought out of my mind, but it did surface, so I just acknowledged it and moved on.

Energized by our complete nakedness, Niharika and I came together, no concern about keeping my dick or her pussy away from each other, no reservations about where our hands roamed. Our crotches ground into each other's thighs, my erection rubbing against the smoothness of her skin, and the warm wetness of her pussy rubbing on me. We kissed, groped, caressed, squeezed, bucked, and moaned as we rolled and writhed together. Pillows were scattered as the duvet made its way toward the corner of the bed and finally slipped to the floor.

We calmed a bit after a few minutes, becoming more relaxed and comfortable after our tense, frisky activity. Niharika ended up behind me as we were on our sides, kissing my neck and shoulder, reaching around to hold my stiff dick for the first time while her breasts pressed into my back. I enjoyed her gentle stroking for a minute before adjusting so that I was lying on my back. I looked down admiringly at her soft hand job, then up into her eyes, caressing a breast and the mass of hair that was flowing over it.

She released my dick and reached around behind and under her, pulling out the strip of condom packets I had dropped earlier in our haste.

“Oh,” she laughed. “I was wondering what that was!”

“You can put them over there for now,” I told her, indicating the nightstand. “I can wait, if you can.”

She smiled big. “I'm in no hurry.”

“Fair warning. When I finally do get inside you, I doubt I'll last very long.”

“Well, I appreciate your honesty.”

I rolled over and got on my knees, pushing her back and kissing her nipples. Her thumb and forefinger circled my erection again while I ran my fingers through her bush. The hairs were fine and rather straight and soft, not curly and coarse like I had expected based on my very limited experience. Her legs parted more and more, until I was dragging my finger through the warm moist crease between her labia. I alternated making little circles at her vaginal opening and gliding up and down her slit.

I climbed over Rika and nestled on the other side, lying against her, propped up on my elbow. Her puffy areolae and erect nipples received my lips and tongue while my fingers flicked and nudged her navel ring. I ran my hand back down between her thighs after a minute, lowering my head to kiss and lick around her tummy and navel while I masturbated her. Her tits heaved above me with her erratic breathing, her fingers digging in my hair, her legs spreading wider.

“Wow, you are quite flexible,” I complimented her.

She let out a little laugh. “It's the yoga. I thought it might come in handy someday.” She squirmed and sighed.

Moving my head up past her tits, pausing for a suck and a lick, I covered her mouth with mine, deeply kissing her while I kept fingering her pussy. The hair was parted enough so that my finger could nestle between her exposed wet inner labia. Testing a push against her opening, I found no resistance, so my finger slipped right in. Probing more firmly, I was excited to be able to insert my middle finger into her vagina as far as it would go. I sunk two fingers inside, which made her squirm and moan into my mouth, as I was still French kissing her.

I tested some pressure on her clitoris, pressing the base of my fingers into the engorged nub that now seemed ready. She didn't recoil, and seemed to exhale forcefully and flex her hips more. Not being very experienced at this, I just gently massaged the firm little clit for a minute or two, dragging the wetness from her vagina up to reduce the friction.

Turning to face me, Rika grasped my cock at the root, nudging her fingers against my sac. After a bit more face-to-face fingering, she draped herself over me, pushing me onto my back. “Wow,” she sighed, “that really gets me going!” She kissed me from my mouth down to my neck and chest, licking and sucking on a nipple as she rubbed herself on me. I thrust upward, driving my stiff cock up into the soft skin of her tummy and chest, and nudging the hard navel ring a few times in the process.

She ended up straddling me as I lay face up, playing with her tits as her hair swished over my chest. She lined her pussy slit up with my erection, pumping her hips to stroke my shaft with her wetness.

It was time for the condom! I grabbed for the strip of packets, but they were out of reach. Rika retrieved them, asking, “Looking for these?”

“Oh, yes.” I ripped a package open and pulled the condom out, handing it to her and tossing the other packaging aside. “You want to do the honors?”

Rika laughed as she scooted back, grabbing the root of my cock and pointing it straight up. She poised the circle on the tip and smiled, holding her tongue with her teeth as she rolled it down, fitting it snugly against my balls.

I wanted to be the one to give it to her, rather than lie there passively while she did the work to guide herself over me. So, I playfully pushed her over, getting her on her back, kneeling on the bed between her spread-open legs. My hard and ready cock hovered over her, till I grabbed it and poked the tip in between the swollen labia that were just visible inside the nest of lovely pussy hair. Moving it up and down the slit, I teased at her opening for a moment before pushing forward so the tip could pop inside.

Rika sucked in a sharp breath as I leaned forward, inserting most of my dick inside of her welcoming warmth in one go. After withdrawing and pushing back in a few times, I thrust deeply, burying the entire shaft all the way inside of her until our pubic hair patches met.

Still on my knees, doubled over, with her ass partly up on my thighs, my erection was forced at a downward angle. Before I adjusted, I paused to take in the sight the erotic beauty: her dark pubic hair with the puffy glistening labia tugging my shaft with each out-stroke, her cute belly button ring, the smooth brown skin of her abdomen rising to her jiggling breasts peaked with puffy dark areolae and stiff nipples. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, her luscious silky black hair scattered over the pillow.

For our entire sex life, Cheryl had pretty much insisted on being under the covers with the lights off during our increasingly rare sexual couplings, so seeing my lover now spread open, naked body fully lit and graphically exposed, was such an extraordinarily erotic, sensual experience.

Rika’s big beautiful brown eyes popped open, and she raised up on her elbows. I swear she was trying to make her tits bounce more, smiling and half-gasping, half-moaning as she rocked her hips. I scooted my knees out from under me and leaned forward on top of her, taking her bottom lip between mine. She licked, and a few seconds later, we were feeding each other our tongues while I pumped deeply into her with long, deliberate strokes.

Rika's arms slid around my neck, and I propped myself with one hand while the other went to her breast. We licked each other's lips and tongues, missing occasionally and getting a cheek and a chin here and there, while I held and squeezed a nipple between my fingers, settling my cock fully inside her, balls deep, gyrating.

When her legs came around my back and I could feel her heels digging in, I was fully on top of her, my face buried in her neck and hair, pumping steadily. My brain actually worked well enough to attempt to control myself, trying not to go too wild, while I ran my tongue along the inside of her ear and sucked on the lobe. Some of her hair worked its way into my mouth, but I didn't mind at all.

I drew back and propped up a bit so I could look into those pretty eyes as I worked my cock inside of Rika. Clearing her hair from my face made us both laugh a bit, and soon our tongues were swirling again, this time more gently, while I palmed one of her breasts and ground against her slowly.

Back up on my knees, I plunged deeply, our bodies separated enough so that we could both see the active penetration again. Soon, my dick popped out and hovered over her bush, the condom slick and coated with some of her creamy lubrication. I slowly collapsed onto her and spent some time licking and sucking her nipples and titty flesh, making a good bit of eye contact. My tongue trailed down to tease her navel ring as well.

She pushed on me and got on her knees. I pulled her close, and with one knee between mine and the other on the outside, she swiped a hand down and swatted my cock gently, making it sway side to side.

“Eww,” she said, wrinkling her nose playfully as her hand wrapped around my shaft momentarily. We looked down as she spread her fingers, her slick cum smeared on her palm and strands stretched between her fingers.

“I think it's sexy.” I kissed her. “So hot.”

“I guess. Quite natural,” she agreed, as someone whose education had no doubt familiarized her with the effects of sexual arousal.

We put our foreheads together while she wrapped her hand around my cock again and started pulling on it repeatedly. I surrounded her nipple and drew my fingers together while she slowly jerked me.

I stretched my legs out from under myself, sitting now, and pulled her close so she could straddle my lap. She pushed the tip of my cock into those luscious pubes between her thighs, and I felt the warmth and snugness of her vagina when she dropped down onto me. We fucked slowly, with lots of ass-grabbing, while she wrapped her legs around me and rocked back and forth.

“Lean back,” I suggested when enough space developed between us for me to palm a teat. She bent backward, facing the ceiling, hair draped over my knees, squirming and twisting as I sucked and licked all over her tits, knowing she was fine with them getting pretty wet. Her fingers nudged my cock a few times, and I jabbed harder up into her, excited when I realized she was masturbating herself, evidently stimulating her clitoris.

I leaned back on my elbows, and she drew her legs, one at a time, way out to the side and tucked them under so that she raised to one knee, then the other. All with her vagina pushed fully down over my cock to the base.

“Such talent,” I laughed. “That flexibility again!” I lay back and ran my hands over her hips, thumbs dug into her bush. “Don't stop doing yoga!”

Niharika laughed, too. “It does have its benefits!” She drew her legs in close so that she was straddling me, riding me slowly but enthusiastically.

She was breathing harder, and starting to bounce. I couldn't control the penetration and certainly didn't want to stop her, so I just tried to lie still and hold her boobs with gentle cupping and squeezing. Watching her taut navel-ring-adorned tummy undulating was a sight to behold, but watching my dick appear and disappear rapidly up into her damp pubic hair was truly spellbinding. She planted her hands on the bed on either side of me, pumping harder, her hair fluttering about my face. I grabbed her ass with both hands, guiding her hips up and down and back and forth.

“Uhh,” she groaned sharply. “Yes, uhhnnhh!” I praised the condom manufacturer in my mind – the thin material, which still allowed for quite a pleasurable sensation, possibly reduced the friction just enough so that I didn't shoot off like a horny teenager in the first minute. Was Niharika going to get off before me?

“Oh, yes, Rika, yes,” I whispered into her face, encouraging her. “Oh, you feel so good!” Her eyes met mine as she pumped her hips, crushing her pelvis into mine. I pinched a nipple more firmly than I had been doing, craning my head upward for my lips to meet hers.

Rika grunted, opening her mouth a bit, not able to hold still enough for a proper kiss, our wet lips and tongues grazing all over each other. She collapsed onto my chest, letting out a series of high-pitched panting, squealing noises into my neck and ear while she slid up and down rapidly.

“Mmm, Rika, you are so sexy,” I told her as I felt her orgasm.

“Ohhh, yesss,” she huffed, three or four times, while she shook, her legs splaying and closing while she rested her weight on me.

I thrust into her fully but slowly, as if to let her know I was still going, but gauging whether she was too sensitive to continue. She raised her chest off me, sweeping her messy hair mostly out of her face, and settled back a bit, still fully impaled on me.

“Mmm, wow, that was amazing!” Rika whispered. “You almost finished me... made me climax, earlier... um, before we got to this.”

“When I was fingering you?”

“Mm-hmm. Would have been nice, but maybe this way was better.”

I didn't want to ask her if she had an orgasm, so I was so excited when she confirmed it to me just now. I couldn’t remember the last time Cheryl had an orgasm. Honestly, I had been struggling with feelings of inadequacy, but now those feeling all but evaporated.

I sat all the way up, arms around Rika's waist, moving my hips and fully sucking on a teat. I leaned us both over to the side, and for the first time in several minutes, my dick came out of her. Pushing her onto her back and holding her arms above her head, I hovered over her and kissed her deeply and wetly. Rika’s fingers found my dick, as if she needed to remind me that I needed to stick it back in her.

After another suckle on her titties, and some tongue flicks including lust-filled eye contact, I was kneeling between her legs, gazing down at her open pussy. Now, rather than being a slit hiding inside a nest of hair, her pubes were wet and parted, exposing an amazing view of her pink insides, glistening labia surrounding the noticeable deep entrance to her vagina. I couldn't help myself, reaching down to spread her open with my index and middle fingers.

“It's not too sensitive?”

“Mmm, it's good,” she sighed. “Inside, just don’t attack my clit!”

“Ooo,” I said, taking in the sight of her lovely wet pink folds and dilated vaginal opening, contrasted with her darker labia and surrounding thatch of dark fur. I eased a finger inside, drawing out a trail of thick whitish fluid that matched the stuff smeared on my condom-covered boner.

“Eww,” she said, seemingly embarrassed as I wiped the wetness into her bush. “I guess it's a bit messy.”

“Natural,” I reminded her, and we laughed.

I scooted forward, angling my cock down so that the head with the floppy condom tip nestled into the hole that was waiting for it. Pushing further, it went in easily, and I pumped for a minute as we watched my shaft burrow into her about halfway with each stroke.

Collapsing fully on top of her, my legs stretched out behind me. My mouth sealed over hers in a deep French kiss, and before long, I was shafting her balls-deep with her arms and legs wrapped around me again.

She gave as good as she got, meeting my thrusts with vigorous upward motions of her own and pulling me deeply into her.

“Oh, Rika,” I huffed into her neck and ear. “Oh, yes! Oh, you feel so good.” So good, I was about to cum.

“Mmm, Sebastian, oh, yes!” Her fingers were digging into my hair and her tongue was skirting my ear.

I popped up onto one hand and one elbow, raised enough off of her so that I could look into those sultry eyes until my orgasm hit. Pulling out most of the way and shoving back down to the root, my cock continued to rut her canal until I couldn't hold it any longer. With a long groan and shorter, quicker, shallower strokes, I erupted, feeling my semen jetting from my balls in a series of powerful bursts. The sudden release seemed to drain my strength, so I settled my weight mostly onto Rika's naked body, grunting unintelligibly as I pumped strongly, well past the point where I thought I was completely empty. Engrossed not only in the exhilaration of my release, but also in the sensation of this sexy, exotic woman's body writhing below me, I enjoyed her hands roaming all over my back, from my ass to my neck, even after I had slowed to a stop.

My elbows wouldn’t hold me for long, and I didn’t want to crush Rika under my weight, so I shifted to outside of her legs and rolled to my side. We smiled and kissed a few times and ended up with me on my back and her cuddled up to my chest. I couldn’t see with her mass of beautiful hair in the way, but I felt her hand coast over my stomach and hip and thigh, arriving at my ball sac. I could feel that my dick was softening when her fingers circled the shaft and slid the condom off. I took it from her, not really caring how messy it was, reaching up and over and laying it on the nightstand.

I closed my eyes, and I think she did too. I’m sure we both played over in our minds the amazing experience we had just shared, and asked ourselves what it meant. There was so much to say, but we decided to let the silence speak for a while.