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"Honey, we should have been doing this a long time ago," she shook her head as she panted lightly. All I could do was nod in reply. She ran a hand up my leg and grabbed the root of my cock, working her fingers around and waggling her eyebrows with admiration that I was still as stiff as when we started. "That's enough play. Now I'm going to fuck your brains out."
She got on top of me, letting me look at her pretty breasts and wet pussy as she stroked my cock, savoring the hardness of it before she guided it back into her. She balanced on the balls of her feet as she spread her knees apart. She then started riding up and down my shaft with strong, undulating bobs, like an erotic ballerina. Her faced turned angelic as she looked down at me. She peered lower to watch as she rose up and my shaft came out of her pussy. When just the head of my member was inside of her she lowered herself again smoothly, tightening herself so much that I felt like she was trying to push my penis into my groin. The heavenly feeling of slippery resistance was so intense that my hands and feet, then my arms and legs started to go numb. She placed a palm on my chest, toying with my chest hair a bit before she leaned on it for balance as she moved a little faster. I shut my eyes as she stroked my face tenderly.
"Look at me," she told me quietly. I opened my eyes again and she had a serene look on her face as she settled against the base of my cock. She closed her eyes to concentrate as her insides began a milking sensation, like her pussy was trying to swallow my dick. A railroad spike of pleasure shot through my groin as her vaginal lips slid wetly around the bottom of my shaft and then she began squeezing up, like she was drawing my semen up for an orgasm, then ending that exquisite grip at the head, then started over.
"Oh damn, this is so good," I gasped with a lewd grin, "don't stop."
She smiled like a movie villain who had gotten the hero into a helpless position. Soon she could tell that I couldn't take any more edging and went back to fucking me. She put her hands on my chest so that she had better control of her hips, reinforcing that by taking my hands from her ass and guiding them to her breasts so that she was fully in charge of what her pussy was doing to me again.
"Do you want to look?" she asked me, and cradled my head so that I could watch her pussy sliding up and down my cock. She saw that I liked it so she pulled a pillow under my head. I could also look in a mirror for a side view of us and how her cute breasts hung appealingly like ripe fruit for my grabby hands. I could really see her hips work now. She made all kinds of twists and twirls, as if our pelvises were partners in a dance this time and she led me to a mind-shattering climax. I was roaring as I finally ejaculated inside her and she threw her head back, gasping and shuddering. She nuzzled her face against me fondly as she caught her breath and raised her body up gently, letting my cock slip free and a sticky, frothy mess of vaginal fluid and semen flowed out of her and pooled on my spent organ.
"Holy shit, baby, what a great fuck," she said weakly as she collapsed on top of me.
I woke up late the next morning since I had gotten so tired. As I swam up from sleep my first thought was disbelief, that last night had just been an incredibly vivid wet dream. Opening my eyes to the unfamiliar bed and feeling slender arms and legs tangled with mine dispelled the notion. I shut them again and savored the feeling of Esther's hair across my neck and her face on my chest. I felt her stir and light fingers trailing up my legs, her palm rubbing my scrotum and squeezing her new toy gently. She started stroking firmly as my erection filled her hand and she rubbed a leg up and down mine invitingly. She smiled at how quickly I got throbbing hard with her touch and I shut my eyes with a heartfelt sigh at being so lucky to be in bed with a woman who knew what to do about it.
"Good morning, Alex," she murmured, the erotic sight of her tousled hair disappearing under the sheets was followed by warm, moist suction around my reinvigorated manhood. She pulled the sheet up so that it was tented over us as she mounted me. She held my face and kissed, slipping her tongue around mine as she started riding up and down, giving a hard grind when her pussy lips kissed the base of my cock so that her clit was nicely stimulated. I let my hands wander to let her know how sexy I thought her body was and she used my hard-on to start her morning off happily. She invited me to shower together and we ended up needing it twice since she got the kinky inspiration to fuck while the warm water cascaded around us. I made something to eat as she got dressed and she was all smiles and affectionate petting when I beckoned her over to the table.
We were silent for a while, just looking at each other and grinning contentedly, like we had happened on some kind of great fortune that had been right in front of us all along. She started to look pensive and finally sighed and shook her head.
"What's wrong, Esther?"
"I can't stand the thought of him coming home and me trying to pretend I'm happy with his lackluster performance in bed. Its bad enough when he stands me up for a date night or fails to notice me when I try to interest him. I know it's him and not me, but it still makes me feel like I can' t even satisfy him as a woman."
I didn't say anything about that. After the night we'd just had, I never would have thought she was anything less than completely confident in her own prowess. I also didn't mention how I had earlier found access to a social media account that he held where he had posted pics of him with a couple of famous porn stars in a back room at some strip club. All it would serve was to sadden and insult her, but I sympathized. Maybe she was being this way because she still needed something more.
"Well, I'm usually gone on Friday night and all of Saturday, sometimes on Sunday too, with my friends," I told her. "He stopped paying attention to that a long time ago. You're in school Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and away on the weekend when you've got a group project or exam coming up. What do you say we use that time on weekends to get together? I can come get you after class or you can meet me somewhere."
"I don't think he'll miss me much either. I'm already starting not to miss him." She came over to sit next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder for support. " Sounds bad of me, I know. But at least we got each other now, for a while maybe."
"Do you think you'd be happy enough with just our getaways?"
"I have a confession to make," she told me, "I've been wanting you ever since we worked on on my dance class project. The way we moved together, feeling your hands on me, I would keep wondering what it would be like. I picked that outfit to impress you. I wanted you to remember seeing me in it and what it was like to dance with me when I made a move later. I guess I had to try to back off last night for the sake of my own conscience, but I'd been hoping you'd want me too."
"I always thought you were too out of my league. First as an upper classman then later as my dad's wife."
She smiled at the notion of me having a crush on her and ran a hand through my hair, watching my face. I kissed her sweetly.
"So, is this my big chance with you?" I asked.
She reached down and started kneading my scrotum softly in response.
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