Sunday morning memories of Sunday mornings past

I’m sitting here, awake early, thinking about pre-covid fun (and watching videos of some of it, haha… no, not posting, I like my life to stay safe!) As I’ve mentioned, I’m in a truly open marriage. A big part of that is communication and honesty, as those of you who know understand. Beyond that, for us, my wife always gets a thrill out of setting me up with women, especially since I’m not one to hit on anyone. I like slow builds, authenticity, and not feeling like a predator. I’m a beast of a lover already; I don’t want to manipulate someone into bed like some people seem apt to do. I enjoy intentional conversations about wants and needs.

So, part of what has worked for us is that she tends to lay the groundwork with people she knows I would click with, and while we have had some missteps, there have been some really great lovers come out of this. One of those is someone I haven’t seen since pre-covid times, but my cock is remembering fondly today. Melissa was a post graduate student at our local state school, and she approached my wife on her kinky account about wanting to have sex with us.

My wife explained our situation, that I was never quick to jump into it with anyone, and the more they talked, the more it was obvious that we would connect. Melissa was working toward a masters in a subject I’m passionate about, and she articulated her needs, desires, and limits freely. As I began to be involved in conversations, I was shocked by her clarity of self. On top of that, she wanted to be the lover of a married man so that it wasn’t a romantic relationship, but she wanted to be respected and treated as a whole person with a full life who needed her body used well when she had time.

We ended up all meeting for breakfast early one Sunday, before the post-church crowd was out. It was a fun time, as the conversation flowed easily, and there was a lot of obvious mutual attraction. Melissa is a tiny woman with dark skin; African American with a clear understanding of her heritage. Her 4’11” frame held her B cups in an unfair way that kept me on the edge of fucking her whether she was talking about deligating responsibilities when working with volunteers or describing how she likes to be held down and taken. She was (and is) powerfully sexy. Colorful wigs, stylish clothing, an icy stare that dares you to crack a joke worthy of a smile.

At the end of breakfast, we parted ways (all of us had non-sexy life plans), and she went to hug me goodbye outside on the street. My cock’s arousal was undeniable, and when she felt it, she pressed her frame into it as she embraced me. I leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to split you in two when I see you next.” She smiled, laughed, and stepped back, keeping her hand on my arm, saying “yes, you will.” She looked us both in the eyes in turn and thanked us for breakfast. I had no shame in standing there watching her walk away in that dark skirt and leggings, with those hips swinging in a way that only a profoundly powerful woman can do when she’s aroused.

After a quick discussion between the three of us later that day, she and I agreed to meet the following Sunday with the understanding that I would wear her out sexually. We spent the week flirting a bit, but mostly planning specifics. On that Tuesday, she asked if I had time for lunch. I did, but I was busy in my shop and wasn’t quite ready to go, so she came by. Now, my shop is creepy as fuck. You enter an old industrial building from an alley, there’s an iron gate over the door, you come into a labyrinth of halls with individual rooms. If I were a small woman, I’d run screaming.

She showed up, walking down the brick alley in heels with a quickness. This time, she was in a tight sparkly grey pencil skirt and black nylons, with a loose sweater and a fabulous purple wig. I let her in and walked her toward my shop, apologizing again for the creepy factor. She was not at all phased, and once we were inside my space, she pressed her body into me and kissed me. Her tiny hands were instantly undoing my pants, and it was obvious what lunch was going to be like.

We tore each other’s clothes off and she dropped to her knees, putting my half hard cock as far into her throat as she could. She moaned and squealed as she spit all over it, stroking me and pulling my balls, testing to see if I stopped her. I didn’t, because I love rough ball play, and she became visibly more aroused and enthusiastic with every escalation. It wasn’t long before she was squeezing them hard, slapping them occasionally, and I was gripping her throat while I fucked her face.

Once I was too hard to stay in her throat, she tried working my big head, but I wanted that pussy. I pulled her up, and held her with her ass and back pressed against me while I groped her young body. She tugged at my thick cock with both hands, and I tossed her down on a low label, pushing her legs into her chest, and breathed in her delicious looking little dark pussy. It was shaved smooth and absolutely soaked.

I lapped at her labia and worked her clit with the tip of my tounge, and worked a couple thick fingers into her to rub her gspot while I found the rhythm of her body. She breathed heavy and squirmed so that I knew exactly what she liked and what she needed. I used my fingers to gauge whether she could handle my cock, but I never stopped pleasing her. I always love taking control of a woman’s body, feeling her needs, and giving that to her.

After she came the first time, she pushed my head away and looked me in the eyes, saying, “I get too sensitive the first time. After the second or third one, you don’t have to stop.” I smiled and laid my cock on her stomach. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her body, and she smiled big while we drank each other in. I grabbed my cock and slapped her thigh with it, to which she responded by eagerly spreading her legs. I took that as an invitation, and pushed my head against her wetness, teasing her tight opening grinding in circles.

She looked at me and said, “please” while she put her hands on my chest and face. I started to work myself into her, and she forgot to breathe for a few moments. I love that feeling: the first time a woman is considering if she can actually take my girth. It’s one thing to want it and another entirely to do it. I took my hand off of guiding my cock and just let the head be mostly inside her, working my hips slowly. I let myself enjoy how her skin felt as I dragged my fingertips up her thigh and her stomach, stimulating her body soft ways, then grabbing her and pulling her closer, burying a little more of my cock inside her.

She felt… great. Soaking wet, and the heat from her little pussy was amazing. Even though she wasn’t sure she could, she wanted all of me inside her. I worked more and more, and she rotated her hips and breathed deeply. Feeling her fight to relax as her pussy tried to grip me was really arousing, and I was rock hard and not wanting to hold back.

It took some restraint, but she finally got to that magic place where her body opened up to my size and I could make longer thrusts into her. Watching my cock come out of her pussy, with those dark labia engulfing me on the way in, and her pink gripping me on the way out… it was perfect. We found our rhythm, and before long, I was properly fucking her. I put an arm underneath her, picked her up, and carried her to the couch, still inside her. I sat down and pulled her forward to kiss her face and neck while she got accustomed to riding me.

She wanted everything at once, and was barely in control at first, deciding what was too much and how she could work me. I enjoyed watching her put in work, and admired her incredible little body. Her proud breasts demanded to be sucked on, and her pussy reacted quickly. I don’t know if it’s possible for anyone to get any more wet than she was. She got to a pace where she was pounding down onto me, and I could lean in a bit so I wasn’t going too deep. She was proud of herself, taking me and showing me what she could do. She had some incredible orgasms, and feeling her squeeze, shudder, gush, and open up again was truly sublime.

She rode me for over 45 minutes until I looked at the time and decided I was going to get mine. I tossed her off, and she immediately went to work with her mouth, worshipping that cock that had just been so deep inside her. I told her to lick me clean, and she did so with gusto. I told her to suck on my balls, and managed to get them both into her mouth.

When I felt close, I put her again on her back on the low table, and entered her roughly. I went a little too deep too fast and it wasn’t long before my balls were slapping on her ass with each thrust. I love that feeling. It makes it possible to have the best orgasm. She struggled but kept saying, “fuck me” over and over. Eventually that turned into “give me your cum,” and I told her it was time for back shots.

She assumed the position, and I gave her all of my cock for the fist time. Her arms shot out to grab onto anything she could, and I stopped holding back. I fucked her like she was mine to use, because she was. I was hurting her, and she craved it. She lost the ability to form words and just moaned and yelled as I slammed my cock into her. She went fully prone, and I got on top of her, thrusting deep as she just said, “yes, yes, unngh, yes, ohh, yes” over and over. I told her I was going to fill her womb and she composed herself enough to say, “yes! Give me every drop. Use me and cum in me!”

When I did cum, it was enormous. One of those that you feel building in your toes and deep in your gut. I came huge ropes into her, for much longer than I expected. She took all of it. I always get super hard right before I cum, and she froze and let me fully have her. I stayed inside her while I caught my breath, and as soon as I slowly pulled out of her hot little cunt, she flipped over onto her back and held her hand to keep my seed.

She asked me to hand her the bag she’d brought, and she pulled out some black cotton panties. She smiled big and pulled them tight against her pussy before kissing me deeply and thanking me. She drove 45 minutes home to sleep (her college is minutes from where I live and work, but a trek for her), and let me know that she made it safely, thanking me again. She also sent my wife a lot of pictures of how much of a mess I made, and they made plans for her to see me again. It would be several more “lunches” before we had a threesome.

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