Not long after Bonnie left with the kids for an extended Labor Day weekend, Sam picked up lunch for us, and I met him at their house. When I pulled into the open garage bay Sam was standing at the door to the house. He pressed a button and the garage door closed.

Our immediate kissing began in the kitchen and didn’t stop until we were both down to our underwear. We headed to the guest bedroom, where I lowered his shorts and pushed him onto the bed. Kneeling on the floor between his knees, I took his meaty cock in my mouth and teased it with my lips, tongue, and fingers as slowly and tantalizingly as my eagerness would allow. He grew amazingly hard. Using everything at my disposal, mouth, hands, and even my breasts I brought him to the edge three or four times during the next ten minutes, repeatedly slapping his hands away from touching himself or me as I watched the exquisite agony play across his face.

Suddenly, my desire to impress him and please him in a way that I was confident no woman had ever done before blossomed in my mind.

I pulled off from his awesome shaft and held my arms out to him. “Come on, stand up. I think I can take all of you deep. He took my hands and after pulling him to stand I climbed onto the bed and flipped around onto my back with my head hanging off the edge of the mattress.

He took a step closer. I placed one hand on his hip and my other around his cock. I positioned it to my lips.

Moving both of my hands to his hips I encouraged his slow steady slide into my wide-open mouth. As soon he felt the resistance of my throat he stopped. I fought my gag reflex. He widened his stance. I Put my hand on his hip to pull him deeper and the plum popped through my constriction.

Not since college have I tried this with any cock and never one this big. Still, the way the shaft slithered along the tightness of my throat as Sam pushed deeper brought an old but familiar satisfaction.

“Fucking hell, Jane!”

Following the lead that I telegraphed through my hands to his hips, he completely buried himself. He withdrew an inch or so several times, leaving his cock head just on the deep side of my throat. Feeling his balls drag on my face gave me perverse pleasure, but soon my saliva seemed to flow from everywhere and overwhelmed me.

I pushed him completely out, gasped for air, and spit out excess mucus that flowed to my cheeks and eyes and made a mess of my face.

I again pulled in on his hips and his saliva-slimed cock easily reentered deep into my throat. With my guidance, he fucked my throat in short, quick thrusts.

I was moaning out a long “ah” that was broken into a staccato “kah-kah-kah-kah-kah” by his sharp jabs. I can’t say it was pleasant but it felt sexy. It gave me gobs of pleasure to show him what a willing slut I was for him.

Finally, he could take no more and forcefully grabbed my head with both hands as he bucked deep into my throat and shot a huge bolt of cum into my throat. I pushed him out a bit but his cum kept blasting into my mouth.

I thought I might drown in the combined overflow of his cum, my saliva, and his still-hard cock. I started gagging and coughing. He pulled free. I rolled over onto my side, still coughing and gasping as his cum backed up and came out my nose. It was not the sexy ending I had envisioned.

Sam gave me tissues and then a towel to wipe myself off.

“I’ll get it right next time,” I said between wipes.

“Are you kidding? That was perfect! I never had anything like that before. That you could take it all but still couldn’t quite handle…I mean, if you would have made that seem easy, it wouldn’t have been half as erotic!”

He pulled me up onto the bed where we were wrapped in each other’s arms. I asked if he would get me some water. Drinking the full glass he got from the bathroom returned my mouth and throat to normal. Back on the bed, we kissed and laughed for a good long while before he nibbled and kissed his way down my body. Things grew serious again when he slowly and deliberately dragged my panties off my long skinny legs. He slid to his knees off the bed and pulled me by the backs of mine to his waiting mouth as I laughed and giggled in mock protests.

I knew immediately that Sam was going to be unlike any other man that ate me. He made me feel so comfortable right away. Before Sam, I always felt self-conscious. I mean, they don’t call them your private parts for nothing and to suddenly have a man push his face around down there? Well, it might make anyone self-conscious.

I blame my mother. She always made me and my sisters feel we were dirty down there. None of the men I’ve known seem to have had the same problem.

He pushed his stiffened tongue straight into my wet hole, then pulled me closer before rolling my legs up and out and further lowering his licking tongue to my taint. He caressed me there in circles with the tip of his tongue, teasing me with my own apprehensive thoughts that he was about to tongue my tight star. Teasingly, he lingered and licked my taint a few times. Apprehensive as I was I made no complaint and when he more firmly pushed up on the backs of my thighs and made circles and crosses over my pinched asshole with his tongue, the new thrill was electric. Satisfied I was letting him have his way, he slowly moved back up to the wetness of my sexual center.

His tongue became aggressive. He pushed it into my vagina repeatedly before he made it dance up to my clitoris. He nipped at my little bud with his lips. When he let his tongue dance back down to my waiting vaginal hole, he moved his thumb over my engorged pearl. The wonderful sensation showed on my face.

He placed his other hand flat on my lower abdomen and used that thumb to push up at an angle on my engorged clitoris from the other direction. It was a strange sensation, a gentle mauling that released my little pearl before any discomfort.

Left, right, left, right, he repeatedly stretched and released my sex-starved clit in the opposing parenthetic arcs of his thumbs. Each arc reached just below the threshold of pain before a sensational release.

Sam watched as I held my head up to look at him. When I knew he saw my expression, I let my head drop back in ecstasy, and he pushed his tongue and face into my welcoming hole as if he was trying to burrow into me. I felt the sandpapery texture of his shaved face against the tender skin of my thighs as he began to worship my cunt with more devotion and adoration than any man before.

His nips and tugs and licks and probes were in perfect sequence for harmonious pleasure.

I relaxed, truly relaxed, for the very first time in my life while being licked by a man. Trusting this man down there enough to abandon all expectations and just go with his flow was itself exciting.  All the while his thumbs were swiping left, right, left, right across my sensitive little bud at an ever-increasing rate. I was being swept away and realized he was going to make me orgasm. I had never cum from oral sex before.

For maybe another minute, my body climbed a seemingly endless series of half distances toward an explosive apex.

“My God, what are you doing to me!” I screamed just before I finally reached it, clutching the sheets, then gripping his head and holding him there, it was unlike any other orgasm. Sharp and intense, a bit like the ones from rubbing myself, but more powerful, more sustained.

Immediately after flooding Sam’s face, I got very sensitive and peddled back away from his mouth and thumbs.

I was still writhing on the bed when Sam climbed over me and positioned himself between my legs. He took hold of my right wrist and moved my hand to his cock. I gripped it, amazed at its regained hardness.

“Whenever you’re ready, put it in you.”

I was more than ready. For even as good as my orgasm had been, there remained a frustration from it not being more, from not being filled by a man’s cock, from not having something for my pussy to clamp onto.

I reached up with my free arm and put my hand behind his neck and pulled him down on top of me into a luxuriously juicy kiss while his cock slid into me like it was meant to be. Home.

I don’t orgasm easily, but within a few strokes, Sam was driving full depth into me, and in a few more I had gotten past the uncomfortable pressure on my cervix, and I could feel my orgasm already take possession of me. My heart rate increased, my breathing grew strained, and I felt my skin flush.

With his arms wrapped around me, he grunted gently in my ear with each powerful thrust. It felt wonderful, his steady, fluid, powerful motions pulling me closer to him. Occasionally he lifted his head and looked at me, seemingly to check on me and to kiss me passionately for a few consistent thrusts before going back to gently grunting in my ear.

I put both of my hands on his buttocks and was amazed at the feel of his tight muscles flexing under my fingers with each thrust.

Of course, I knew he was an avid cyclist, but who knew he had an ass this firm! I squeezed with my fingers. I had never felt anything like the way his butt muscles flexed and contracted and began pulling hard in rhythm with him.

“Harder,” I groaned. That’s when my body succumbed to the grip of another orgasm. My legs straightened and shook, my back arched, and my cunt clamped down hard.

“Fuck Jane, I love the way your body responds to me!”

Sam thrust even harder before finally holding deep and shuddering violently as he exploded inside me, triggering another vagina-clamping orgasm.  Fully buried, he grew still and remained on top of me even after my cunt spasmed and pushed his softened member out.

Clutched together with his wonderfully suspended weight a comfort to me, we slowly relaxed into a more gentle entanglement. I felt his cum leaking out of me and I didn’t care. I'm sure he would was the sheets before he left to join his wife. As the tandem drum beat of our hearts stretched out and our breathing grew smoother, I wondered how long ago I fell in love with Sam.

Surely it’s been happening over the years. The feelings I was having at that moment could not be just sex. Love had to have been building up. I never wanted to let him go. I never wanted to see him return home to his family. I wanted to kiss and suck and be fucked by his gorgeous cock every day. I wanted him to have his wonderful way with my naked body every night. I wanted to wake up next to him every morning.

I began to cry in his arms. I knew I would never really be with him. I didn't sob, but the tears flowed. After a moment, he lifted his head to look at me. “Are you crying?”

“Tears of joy.”