Laura’s Journey (pt.1) [FPOV] [FM]

Laura’s Journey
Chapter one: the first time

I don’t really know why I was feeling so nervous as I checked my makeup in the mirror. It was just my husband waiting for me in the hotel room, and it’s not like it was the first time we had sex. Well, it had been a while, I guess, and renting an expensive hotel room and buying me scandalous lingerie was as far from Mike’s monthly 15-minute missionary routine as possible.

I took a second look at myself in the tall mirror in the bathroom. At 29, I had just started to become worried about my body beginning to age, but my curvy bottom and smooth, supple thighs were as firm as ever. My breasts might not have been the largest, but the almost sheer black lace bra really made them pop. I made sure my lacey stockings were properly fastened, and went out to Mark.

He wolf-whistled at me, making me blush, and patted a spot on the bed next to him.
“You look stunning, Laura.” He said as I laid down, kissing him deeply. “Thank you,” I half moaned as I reached for his crotch to undo his pants.

“Wait,” he said and grabbed my hand, “I have a surprise for you.” He stood up, leaving me on the bed, and went to his bag. He reached in and took out a long piece of what looked like silk band, and came over to me. “Close your eyes,” he said.

I hesitated for a moment, taken aback by this side of him, but then obliged, bowing my head towards him so he could blindfold me. He kissed me on the lips again, and I giggled. “Oh, Mark, what’s all this about?” He didn’t answer, but got up from the bed. “I’m just going to get something. See you soon!” He said, walking away from me. I was a bit surprised to hear the door to the hotel room open, then close, but I was happy to go along with it if it meant that he would do things like these more often.

Minutes passed. I was starting to feel a little cold, and much less excited, and was about to take of the mask when I heard the door creak open. I smiled, lying down on my side and striking an inviting pose towards Mark. “What took you so long?” I purred. I almost started without you,” I giggled. I had had a glass of champagne earlier, and I could feel it buzzing merrily in my head.

Mark didn’t answer, but I could hear his heavy footsteps approach the bed, and suddenly his warm hands were caressing my smooth legs. I laid down on my stomach, giggling as he eagerly stroked my curves. His breaths were heavy with anticipation, and I could feel his hands more acutely than usual. Must be the blindfold, I thought, and spread my legs a little as I felt a tingling sensation between them.

One of his hands found my crotch, gently stroking the lace fabric of my new panties, and I realized how wet I was. I moaned as he started rubbing my clit through  the fabric, finding it as fast as usual. Foreplay was the one thing Mark was really good at; and I suddenly felt the need for his tongue.

I turned over, grabbing for his shirt, pulling him down towards my crotch. “Lick me, baby,” I moaned, an electrical feeling spreading through my body. Mark happily obliged, pulling my wet panties off me in one, smooth motion as he started kissing my stomach.

His kisses felt… different. Wetter, somehow. He kissed his way down one inner thigh, then slowly up again, and finally gently kissed my labia, sending a warm jolt of energy up my spine. His tongue came out, more carefully than was usual, but just as pleasant. Maybe even moreso, I thought as I moaned loudly.

All this anticipation had me going faster than was usual, and I could feel my climax building out. Mark’s tongue went in a slow, steady pace, carefully licking my swelling clit as I started breathing more heavily. “A little faster,” I moaned, and he obliged, hitting the sweet spot. I started moaning more intensely, warmth building up inside my stomach, and my feet were starting to tense up. He seemed to sense how close I was, because he grunted and, keeping the same pace, slowly inserted a finger inside my wet pussy, curling it up towards my g-spot. The resulting shock of electricity was enough to tip me over the edge, and I came hard, my thick thighs clamping down on his head as my mind pulsated with the orgasm.

Breathing heavily, I let my raised head fall to the pillow, and laughed tiredly. Mark came up and kissed me softly on the lips, his face smelling of me. I kissed him back, then tipped him over and climbed on top.
He was still dressed, so I pulled up his shirt and kissed his stomach. “You shaved?” I asked surprised. He just grunted, and I continued kissing my way down. I reached for his belt, fumbling blindly with it until he reached down and unbuckled it. I zipped down his trousers, playfully licked his stomach and pulled both pants and underwear down. I let my tongue trailed down to the root of his cock, licking it slightly.

He muat have been half hard already, because it felt much bigger than usual as I started licking my way down to the tip. Where I stopped, my tongue on his cock, shock making my brain race. Where I had expected Mark’s cut head, I could feel foreskin. And the cock now rising slowly was, by far, much larger than my husband’s.

I was going down on another man.

I was still frozen in place, my heart beating faster than ever before. Mark had joked about these kind of things, and I had even joked back, but that’s all it had ever been, right? He didn’t really want me to… have sex with other men?!

And yet, here I was, blindfolded and blindsided by my husband, another man’s slowly stiffening cock now poking at my open lips. What the hell was I supposed to do?

I was in such a panic, I barely realized that I was still licking gently at the tip of the foreskin. The man groaned suddenly, making my heart skip a beat, and in my panic I opened up my mouth, taking the tip of his cock between my lips.

I had never been with an uncut man before, and the feeling of loose skin was unfamiliar in my mouth. I let my tongue play with it, gently pushing down with my lips to pull the skin away. The stranger jerked a bit as his uncovered head met my warm tongue, and his cock was now starting to pulsate. It had gone completely hard now, and it’s thickness made my jaws uncomfortable.

I started working the top of his cock up and down in my mouth, his stiff, warm cock sending more shivers up my spine. What would it feel like to push this inside of me? I thought to myself as I grabbed his shaft, starting to slowly jerk him off as my tongue explored his glans.

He was starting to moan louder, and I could feel myself growing more aroused as I realized just how big he was. It was hard to gauge blindly, but I knew he had to be at least seven inches, probably eight.

The man started tensing his thigh, and I could taste the salty precum in my mouth. I didn’t want to waste this cock, I realized. Whatever Mark had decided for me, I now felt more than game for it. All thoughts of the strangeness was gone, all my mind could think about was how my swollen labia seemed to ache after this stranger.

I pulled my head back. “I want you to fuck me now.” I said, stroking his cock. He sat up, and by the sound of it took his shirt off. He grabbed me by the arms, dragging me up and off him, and stood up by the bed. I could hear him rustling about with his pants, and then the sound of a condom wrapper opening. My clit seemed electrified, pulsating waves of arousal through my body. His large hands suddenly grabbed me, pulling me towards the edge of the bed on my back. He flipped me over and helped me up on my fours, gently manhandling me.

I could hear his heavy breathing as he lined up behind me, and then the wet and rubbery texture glided along my labia. He took a moment lining up, missing once, and then he slowly started pushing inside my vagina, my whole body reacting tp the unfamiliar girth.

I moaned through gritted teeth as he pushed deeper inside, the feeling undescribable. I had never really fantasized about big cocks, thinking that size mattered less than skill, but this feeling of being filled up… it was marvellous.

“Oh, fuck…” I moaned as he started moving, his thick cock seemingly pushing against every part of my insides at once. I was never hard to please, and I could feel a climax building up slowly, but the feeling of the condom threw me off slightly. I wanted it off, but this was a complete stranger, so I just pushed that thought aside as he upped the pace, sending me closer to oblivion.

Through the haze of new experience and the feeling of his huge cock, it was hard to tell how long it took me to reach my second orgasm. I can tell you that my third came shortly thereafter, and now I could feel him throbbing inside of me as he fucked me even harder.

“Wait, I want- I want you to cum in my mouth,” I said before the thought really registrered in my head. Really, Laura? I berated myself, but my body seemed to have it’s own will as I turned around, pulling the condom off his thick cock. He wasn’t slow to oblige, pushing his member against my lips as I took him in, letting him in further than before.

I grabbed his cock now, jerking him quickly while gagging on his thickness, but I didn’t care. He grunted, took my hair in his hand, and held my head still as his cock throbbed and throbbed, thick, warm cum filling my mouth, running down my chin. He let go and I pulled back, swallowing his load with a hunger I never knew before. With one finger I wiped the last bit off my chin and sucked it off, smiling up at him. “Thanks,” I murmured, falling down on the bed.

He said nothing as he dressed, patted me on my ass one last time and left.

When Mark finally came back, I was already happily asleep.

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