(Sorry for the delay, family came in early for the Memorial Day weekend.)
So, in our last episode, I was kneeling over her on the couch, and had finished ejaculating in her mouth. But she wouldn’t let go of my cock, even as it started to shrink. I felt her tongue playing with the knob, her lips pulling on the shaft, not wanting to let it slip out of her mouth.
All the meanwhile, there was a little voice in my head telling me that there was something off, something was missing, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.
Finally she let go of me, and I stood up. She smiled at me, her lips closed, and then, meeting my eyes, she opened her mouth, and showed me her mouth full of my cum. Completely covering her tongue, a thick white puddle extended as far back in her mouth as I could see.
Her eyes glinted, wickedly, as she slowly curled her tongue and made an exaggerated swallowing motion, noisly showing off her delight in enjoying my semen.
I was astonished. My wife had never done that, not in two decades plus of blowjobs. She swallowed, for sure, never hesitated, but it seemed more out of fastidiousness than enjoyment. Laura, on the other hand, was basking in sensation of tasting my cum in her mouth and slowly enjoying it.
I looked at her, no doube my eyes were bugging out.
“How did you know I’d like that?” I asked. “You told me once in an email.” I didn’t remember doing so, but it was so hot that she remembered, and that she wanted to please me that way as well.
She sat up, and I shook myself out my reverie. She reached for my arm and pulled me toward her, and we laid down on the touch together, her bare breasts against my chest, my limp, leaking cock against her purple panties, as she had kept her skirt hiked up. The afterglow of orgasm made me sleepy, and I relaxed. We dozed for a little while.
Fifteen or twenty minutes later, I shook myself out of my slumber, and told her I needed to get going. We sat up, next to each other on the couch, and I thought it was still a little odd, she was topless, I was bottomless, yet it felt completely comfortable.
She stood up first, facing me, her skirt falling down to cover her panties. I’m sitting there with just a t-shirt on, leaning back, and I felt a surge as she leaned over me, her breasts swaying in front of my eyes. Her hands move back to her hips, and suddenly she’s stepped out of her skirt, and she’s standing in front of me, those fabulous tits jiggling, those sexy purple panties covering her up, but not too much.
She looks down at my lap, and sees my limp cock start to move.
“Are you sure you have to go right away? Do you have another five minutes?” with that, she dropped to her knees, put her hands on my thighs, and started massaging me, watching my cock thicken up. As it slid across the top of my thigh, she reached for it with a hand, leaned down, and took it, only partially erect, in her mouth, and took a long, slow suck on it.
She slid her hands up to my balls and started playing with them, jiggling and bouncing them until I was completely hard again. Leaning toward me, she buried my cock in between her tits and began to stroke me.
My eyes rolled back in their sockets, my wife being small-chested, this was something we’d never done. And now another brand new experience for me.
As I thrusted, she buried her chin down, trying to lick the tip as it appeared each time. Realizing what she was doing, I angled higher, so she could reach me, and we worked at each other for a little while.
Eventually I started to chafe, and she could tell I was getting a little uncomfortable, so she switched up, letting go of my cock, taking the shaft in her hand, the knob in her mouth, and wrapping her other hand around my balls. I was completely hard, and it didn’t take long for her actions to bring to climax again.
I couldn’t believe she pulled it off, a second orgasm in 20 or 25 minutes? I could do that when I was younger, but at this age? I was amazed. As I tipped over the edge, my head whipped back on the couch and I started moaning loudly, and she energetically engulfed my whole shaft, and I let myself cum again, shooting straight into the back of her mouth.
She eagerly sucked me dry again, this time not quite the same load, but she wasted no time in pulling every drop out and swallowing again.
“How am I going to be able to drive home or get any work done now?” I asked, smiling at her. “Guess you should have thought of that before you got hard again!”
“How could I not?” I said, “Look at you! I bet I’ll be hard again before I get home.” “Well you better not let your wife see. I want your cock all to myself from now on!” She laughed.
We stood up, and she watched as I slipped on my underwear and jeans. She walked me to the door, just wearing her panties, and kissed me one last time. I could taste the remnants of my saltiness in her mouth, and felt myself surge just a bit again. She slipped her hand down to my zipper and gave me a squeeze. “Think of me today!”
I walked down the stairs, and at the bottom of the landing, hand on the doorknob, I looked back up, and there she was, nearly naked, posing for me at her open door, and blew me a kiss goodbye.
The End.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bu1orb/risking_my_second_craigslist_encounter_f_pt_4_the