To get an idea of what Natalie and Jason may be doing, check out my previous post
John sat on his couch re-reading “In Cold Blood,” and old favorite of his. His wife, Natalie, and son were off shopping together. The two had been acting weird around one another for the last week, so John figured it was good that the two get some bonding time. It was his day off, so he also enjoyed the alone time. It didn’t cross his mind what his wife and son would be shopping for, or why they had been out for so long.
That was until the doorbell rang. He was not expecting guests, and both Natalie and Jason had keys. He looked out the window down to the front steps and saw Maxine, Jason’s close friend. Max was a cute girl who was Jason’s age, and the two had been friends since middle school. John did not understand why Jason had not been pursuing her, but if his own poor judgement of women was any indication, it may be that Jason was picking up some bad habits.
John walked downstairs to the front door, and it struck him that he was only wearing pajamas. He figured that he would tell Max that Jason was out and she would leave. When he opened the door, however, he realized things would not be that simple. Max had obviously been crying. She tried to hide it, but her puffy red eyes gave her away. She looked surprised to see him, and after seeing how he was dressed, her eyes widened.
“Mr. Roberts?” She stammered out, before regaining her confidence, “Jason said he was staying with you this weekend, is he here?” John responded hastily, unsure of how to handle this situation, “He’s out. Are you alright, Max? You seem… upset.” He had grown fond of Max over the years and had not so secretly hoped she and Jason would end up together. “I’ll text him later then, sorry for disturbing you,” She began to turn around, when John interrupted her. “Max wait, you should come inside. I’ll make you some cocoa,” he offered a smile.
Max gave a weak grin and stepped inside. As she walked up the staircase to the main living area, John admired her figure. He was very happy with his second wife, of course, and knew that many men would kill to be in his shoes. He loved her as well, deeply, but recently they had not been very active sexually. He had been tired from his job and she was wanting to explore deeper and kinkier things that honestly scared him. Today, however, he was free and horny and she was nowhere to be found.
He would never consider doing anything with Max, and he felt a tad ashamed sneaking a peek, but he couldn’t help it. She was the opposite of his wife, slender and petite. Still feminine in every way however. Her breasts were most likely in the lower B-cup range, and her frame definitely revealed her feminine hips. She wore black tights, and nothing else below the waist, revealing her petite, yet shapely ass.
While John made the cocoa, he couldn’t get Max out of his mind. She had this confidence that was rivaled by no other. She did not wear make-up, and honestly did not need it. She held her head high and was not afraid to speak her mind. Jason could do well learning a thing or two from her. Hell, John himself could learn just as much. John has always felt a certain tingle downstairs when he was around a confident woman, and it had lead to two weddings thus far.
As he walked into the living room, Max was sitting cross-legged on the couch leafing through “In Cold Blood” casually. She looked more relaxed now. She had brown hair that was very short, and wore a red and black flannel shirt, buttoned at the stomach, over a black tee. She looked up and smiled as John put her drink on a tray he kept on the ottoman for that exact purpose.
“Do you like Capote?” John asked, gesturing at the book in her hands. Her face lit up slightly, “I’m partial to ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ but I haven’t picked up anything of his that I was able to easily put down.” “I prefer his nonfiction, personally,” John replied, watching her smile. He had known Max was a bit of an old soul, which only endeared her to him more. He tried to keep her body out of his mind as he sat next to her.
“So what’s wrong?” John asked, genuinely caring. Max looked down at her feet before replying, “It’s nothing. It’s just, y’know, guy troubles.” John nodded knowingly, “I’ve spent more than my fair share of nights in heartbreak hotel. You know my relationship with Jason’s mother didn’t end with roses and doves flying around.” He paused, “Boys your age aren’t done maturing. Their dicks are bigger than their brains, you know.” Max looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes. She began to lean forward, “Sometimes, sometimes I wonder if an older man would know any better.” With that she kissed him.
John was caught off guard, but he was not about to part lips with Max for the world. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it. She held on tightly with her mouth and he felt the passion just ooze forth from her. Just as he was beginning to lose himself, she pulled away and his eyes fluttered open. She looked at him in shock at what she had just done, “Mr. Roberts… I’m so sorry.” John cupped her face with his hand and leaned close, “Call me John,” he scarcely more than whispered before he kissed her again.
This time they kissed for what seemed like a few minutes, readjusting every so often to devour each other’s mouths as much as they could. When they parted their eyes locked, and were consumed by lust. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her right arm shifting slightly. He followed it down to her hand, which was stroking her groin over the clothes. “Sorry,” she said with a sheepish smile, “I know most guys think vaginas are gross.”
John looked at her with disbelief. A mischievous grin crossed his face, as he looked at her. “Those boys,” he said as he lowered himself toward her crotch, “Are idiots.” When he reached her legs, he gently grasped the edges of her waistband and looked up at her. Max looked down at him full of lust, and he could tell her nerves fluttered with anticipation. She gently nodded and lay back on the couch. He pulled her tights down to her ankles, before taking a moment to appreciate her red boy shorts. He slowly approached her moistening flesh. He planted a kiss on top of her genitalia, over her underwear, and heard her gasp. He realized that as confident as she was, she most likely had a weak spot when it came to men. Allowing them to put her pleasure as a second priority. John intended to change that.
He slid off her panties, watching her wiggle a bit to help him get them off. He stopped breathing for a second as he looked at her slit. It was pink and bare, and just looked more beautiful than a rose. He had been married long enough to know his way around. He planted a kiss on her clitoral hood, adding a bit of suction as he pulled back. He heard Max gasp and smiled broadly. He traced his tongue around her labia, causing a slight shudder in the beautiful woman before him. He finally ran his tongue over the length of her vagina, from her opening to her clitoris. He savored the bitter taste in her mouth as Max moaned.
John started a campaign intent on conquering her clit, and slid his tongue under it’s hood. He moved his tongue back and forth over the small pearl, as Max began to make very girlish squeaking noises, which was unlike her, but encouraged John to continue. He coated her tongue with his saliva, moving up and down as if it were a small lollipop, then alternating side to side, then circling it. He could only imagine the electric shocks running through Max as she ran her fingers through his hair, which he thankfully still had at his age. Carefully sliding down to her vulva, John slid his tongue inside his son’s friend and painted her walls with his tongue. She groaned and held onto his head for dear life.
John began to pick up the pace, trading between quick strokes of Max’s clit, and explorations of her vulva. At one point he added calm suction to her now budding clitoris, causing her to grip his hair tightly. Feeling his partner in this sexual journey writhe with pleasure beneath him, he hastened his attempts to make her climax. He focused solely on her clit, drawing any shape he could with his tongue, carefully making sure to cover every inch of it. Max cried out and leaned back, pressing his face into her genitals. Her body shook as she grinded onto John’s eager tongue.
After several moments of this, Max pulled back, breathing heavily. Now able to breathe, John raised himself onto his arms, and gasped for air. Damn, I need to get in shape, he thought, instead of thinking of his wife, who was at this moment modeling lingerie for his son. He looked at Max with the passion of a longtime lover as she recollected her thoughts. At some point she had taken her top layers off, and she looked stunning. She was in shape and her tits were just begging to be played with. He began to sit up, when she grabbed his arm with all her might. “Please, John,” She said to him, her eyes doing most of the begging for her, “Fuck me, please.”
John’s pants were off in record time. He considered keeping his t-shirt on, hiding his swelled stomach and hairy chest, but he soon through that off too, figuring that if Max wouldn’t have allowed him to go as far as he did without being attracted to him. Her eyes hungrily looked him over, and he felt a wave of pride swell over him. He balanced himself and aimed his cock at her opening with one hand, then slid in.
“FUCK!” Max cried as his 6-inch cock filled her. He never saw it as anything impressive, but he was going to take the compliment. That is, if he could gather his thoughts from the tar pit of pleasure that had engulfed them. Max was so tight he felt like there was actually suction coming from inside her. She was already incredibly wet, which allowed him to slide back with ease, before pushing himself back in. Max still had her grip on his arm and was beginning to drain feeling from it. She looked up and the two saw pure passion in each other’s eyes. John swooped down and kissed her with everything he had.
Max’s tongue made it’s way into John’s mouth as he began to thrust in and out of her, gaining a steady rhythm. They held an argument with their mouths locked, John would push his way into her mouth and feel around a bit, till she pushed him back and did the same to him. With much effort, John pulled his mouth off of his young partner’s, to which she followed briefly, trying to reconnect. Without thinking, John lowered his head to Max’s breasts, and teased her left nipple with his tongue. He flicked at ti gently, before latching onto it and sucking it as if it were going to pour water from the fountain of youth down his throat. He freed his right hand from Max’s grasp, while holding himself up with his left, and began to pinch and tweeze at her other other nipple. His rhythm increased as he felt his testicles slap against Max’s pert ass. He sucked more of Max into his mouth, till he had a good portion of her tit in his mouth. He circled her areola with his tongue.
Listening to Max’s almost screaming moans, he felt it was time to take things up a notch. He briefly released her breast from his mouth, before reattaching to her nipple and sucking on it as one would if they wanted to give someone a hickey. With his right hand he began to twist and pull at her sensitive flesh. She grabbed the back of his head with one hand and cried out again. He switched once more, now sucking hard on her right nipple, as he gently played with it’s partner that had previously been in his mouth. It was now practically glowing pink, which pleased John.
When John was finished he returned to staring Max in the eyes, she was gasping for breath, unable to handle the sensations. She wrapped her arms around his neck and attacked his face with her mouth, sloppily kissing anything she could before settling on the right side of his neck. John felt every inch of her with his cock. She clenched every time he hit that sweet spot at just the right angle, which was unfortunately not as often as he hoped. His dick felt like it was bathed in a fire that brought every nerve he had down there to it’s fullest limits of pleasure. Max began to bite down on his neck, gently at first, but then adding force as she went on.
The pain of her teeth mixed with the pleasure in his dick and he sped up his thrusts as he felt a sensation rising from his testes. Sensing what was going to happen, John’s partner in this naked pas de deux called out “Cum on me, John! Come on me!” Needing no other incentive, John felt the electricity pulse through his cock, and at just the right moment pulled out of Max and leaned forward. Barely needing to touch his dick, he shot rope after rope of semen onto the eighteen-year old he had just fucked. It splattered all over her tits, up to her neck, and even slightly on her chin. After what seemed like a lifetime of ecstasy, John fell back, drooling cum out of his cock head onto the couch beneath him. He heard nothing from Max, because unknown to him, stars swirled around her vision.
When John sat up again he saw Max still laying back, chest heaving. He saw his fluids pooling on her and immediately felt embarrassed. “I’ll, uh, get you a towel,” he muttered before getting up and going to the towel closet in the bathroom. He stopped in front of the closet and just took a breath. Sex hadn’t been that great since he was 20. He grabbed a towel and noticed that he was still dripping cum. He wiped it off and considered bringing the same towel to Max, but grabbed another instead. When he returned to the doorway of the living room, he saw Max sitting up, spooning a blast of cum off her chest with a finger and bringing it to her mouth. Startled by the sight that would have aroused him if he had any energy left in him, he cleared his throat, attracting Max’s attention. She turned and locked eyes with him before spooning another splotch of cum off her chin and bringing it into her mouth. John felt his drained cock twitch.
After they both had been clothed, Max looked at John like an old friend. “Well, John, that was… life-changing. I’ll have to stop by another time. Do you think Jason and Natalie will be home next Saturday?” John briefly reflected on how he would cover this up from his wife, but was unable to do anything but smile. “I’m sure I can find something fun to do.” Max gave a devilish grin, “Good, because I have a feeling I’m going to be pretty busy as well.” With that she walked down the stairs toward the door and just before she left the house she turned her head back and gave one final wink at the man who had been inside her not fifteen minutes ago. The cocoa still sat, now cold, on the ottoman.
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