The Gift That Keeps On Giving

I was exploring my pussy with the new dildo Edward had given me. It was a bright pink, almost neon, and about ten inches long. Edward was in the bathroom, pouring cold water over his cock of all things, trying to keep himself from coming too soon. Then he emerged, smelling like mint. “What’s that minty fresh smell?” I asked, and he laughed. “It’s a prolong cream; it’s supposed to dull my senses a little so that I don’t come right away.” I’d met Edward online at a swinger’s site called Get It On. We’re both in our thirties, married, and not getting a divorce any time soon. We found each other on Get It On in a chat room, and within a week we were ready to meet. Using the site is so much safer than trying to find a man in this city. Washington is big, but not big enough if you know what I mean. “Well if you were worried about that you should have let me suck your cock first,” I mouthed, then blew him a kiss. Edward was unaware that he was stroking his cock as he looked at me, his eyes slowly trailing downwards in the reflection of the mirror until they rested on my ass. “You ready for me?” he asked. We lay down side by side at first, sipping cognac and giggling about our secret rendezvous. I rolled over onto my belly and Edward played with the dildo, twisting it and plunging it in and out of my pussy. My pussy lips spread like wings, opening up for flight, as I tilted my hips higher. “Oh, baby, you look so good, so sexy,” his deepened voice caressed me. That second I gushed even more. I could feel Edward’s fingers from one hand teasing the edges of my pussy lips, testing the slickness and wet that was pouring from my hole. Then they swam through the wet puddles on my lips, pressing up against my clit. I moaned and writhed beneath his hands as he titillated my clit and dildo-fucked my dripping hole. “Fuck me, Fuck me Edward,” I moaned. I was already starting to come. Edward pulled the dildo from my pussy and knelt behind me. I felt his thick cock head slide right past my pussy lips and into my quivering hole. Two strokes and he was in. And just to think, only a few strokes of your fingers on the keyboard, and you could be living your own Get It On fantasy!

in Washington