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Secrets from room 210  

evergrnstatewife 53M/63F
1580 posts
2/20/2014 9:09 am

Last Read:
2/20/2014 1:35 pm

Secrets from room 210


She stood before me undoing her shirt.

The house was dark.
The light illuminating from my computer screen filled the room.

She told me not to say a word.
I had no need to ask, that she would divulge all I needed to know.

She opened her blouse.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
It never made it back on.

“Touch me,” she said softly.

Her skin was slick and oily.

“He massaged my entire body,” she said while my fingers glided across her endowed chest.

Her words were soft and delicate. They told a story. Sometimes words tell me than a picture. In this case, they did.
It was as if I was there watching, sitting across the room while they played.
She was careful to tell me what mattered, being vague at times, and kick starting my perversions.

I’ve seen him massage her many times. His hands are strong and she melts the moment he touches her.
He’s deliberate and takes his time as he explores and pleases his woman.
Below him she lays, open and accessible, taking it all in.

His massages are much different than mine.
When I rub her it’s about the massage. When he rubs her it’s about the sex.
Sooner or later his hand drifts between her crack. She’s ready and willing.
I don’t dare go there. My hands don’t belong down there. And she’ll be the first to tell you that.

“He used his fingers on me,” she said. “His hands felt so good. He knows how to touch me. I came quickly.”
.
.

There was a question I was dying to ask. I needed to know.
It’s an answer she never offers openly.
I always have to ask for it, and somehow I felt tonight would be no different.

I wanted to know how many times he got her off.
Trivial huh?
I know.
I guess you have to go back to the beginning, when she never got off more than once with me, always through oral sex.
I would ask, beg, and wonder why cumming twice, or sometimes even once, wasn’t an option or an interest with her.
In a way it’s my own private reminder. A reminder of why I’m a cuckold.

She began sliding her leggings down. She carefully removed her panties from her legs and held them for a moment in her hands before placing them in front of my nose.

The scent of sex was faint and not as strong as I’d hoped.

“I don’t know how scented they are,” she said to me softly. “Just before I left we sex again I put them on afterwards.”

The fabric was indeed damp, slightly, but the majority of the scent was chlorine from the hot tub, which dampened and overwhelmed the natural scents they might have created together.
But none the less I felt charged with my nose between the crotch.
Somehow it felt right, hearing about the evening while I lived the moment too through the coverings of her pussy.
She suggested I start taking care of myself.

“You need to be quick,” she said. “I’m all sexed out. From the moment I got there until the minute I left all we did was have sex.”

The more she talked the more I tugged at myself.
It was erotic.
It really was, the way she described her evening to me while I just listened. It was a short story, steamy, without photos, with just the images you yourself create.
The questions you have, all of a sudden they fade away to another day as you hang on the next word or phrase set to be released from her mouth.

“I shouldn’t say we just had sex,” she clarified, “he rubbed my body with oils after kissing awhile and playing in the hot tub. I was so relaxed when we got out.”

I could feel myself building, and she in a sense knew it too. She snuggled into my neck and ears.

“Honey he fucked me hard, so hard,” she said softly as she kissed my ear.
I got the point; believe me, as my hips arose from my chair fucking the palm of my hand.

“That’s it honey,” she said encouraging me, lowering her D’s over my small head. Each stroke upward smashed into her soft, oily tit, waiting for the pent-up end of the evening. It wasn’t long, as I came and she caught, moaning slightly as she rubbed her breasts all over my shooting dick.

It doesn’t take a physic to know what’s next, does it?


Shared wife -evergreenstatewife


sckinkcouple 66M/61F  
484 posts
2/20/2014 12:58 pm

Very nice description. Bet it felt great finally getting your release!


evergrnstatewife replies on 2/20/2014 1:34 pm:
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Thank you, and yes it did. It was wonderful to see her too. She has this glow about her afterwards that just so sexy.

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