Chapter 3 – Morgan Cheers Me Up More
After a little discussion, we settle on making mojitos. Morgan helps by muddling the lime and mint and I get the sugar, rum and soda. I am having such a good time with this lady and, honestly, it’s so nice to just be with someone and laugh and talk.
Taking our drinks back to the couch, we sit facing each other, sitting slightly askew. Topics remain light and the time just slips by as we talk and laugh. Near the end of her second mojito, Morgan remarks, “Dan, I haven’t this much fun in a long time. I mean, I’ve always liked you and thought were hot…” she suddenly gets quiet as she realizes what she is saying.
“Morgan,” I say reaching my hand out and placing it on her leg. “I’ve always thought you were pretty and so nice. There’s nothing wrong with that. I could recognize that even when we both we married. And, obviously, we WERE both married so we didn’t do anything.”
“Right,” she said. Placing her hand on top of mine, “But I’m not married any longer.” And she looks up into my eyes.
“Fuck,” I think to myself. “Am I ready for this?” Well, my cock thinks I am because it’s already growing in my pants. “No you aren’t,” I say. “And really, neither am I.” I take her hand and draw her close and kiss her softly on the lips.
I let our lips linger for a long moment and then withdraw to see her reaction. The look in her eyes says she enjoyed it and wants more. I lean in and kiss her more deeply. “Morgan, you are so beautiful” I say between kisses. That elicits a stronger, more forceful kiss from her. I cup her face in my hand and nibble on her lower lip before diving back in for more deep kisses. Soon, our tongues are exploring each other’s mouths and our hands are exploring too. She moves her hand down to my crotch and can feel how hard I am for her.
“Dan,” she says longingly. “I need you to fuck me.” That makes my cock twitch in my pants and I ravage her with a few more kisses before pulling off for a breath. I lean her back against the couch lengthwise as I kneel on the ground beside her, “Don’t worry I will, but first I need to see those gorgeous breasts of yours” and I start undoing her blouse. She helps with the bra and her large, probably D or E sized breasts flop out.
“Damn, Morgan, you don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to see those,” I say quickly, doing my best to cup one of her huge breasts in my hand and guide it into my mouth. I play, suck, and tease her beautiful tits for a while. She seems to be enjoying all the attention they’re getting.
“Now,” I say, turning her so her legs fall off the couch, “Let’s get those jeans off.” She had to help quite a bit because she packed a lot of booty and thigh into her tight jeans. “There,” I say, finally triumphant. I reach my hand between her crotch and her lacy panties are sopping wet. “Mmmm, Morgan, you are so wet.” She only smiled and nodded to that, grabbing at my pants.
Soon, I’m fully naked and I get on top of her on the couch and enter her hot, wet pussy. My cock slides in so easily, her wetness enveloping me. “Mmmmm, yesss, Dan, yesss,” Morgan moans as I slowly work my cock in and out of her pussy. She is getting worked up, grinding her hips to get more of my cock in her pussy as well as increasing her vocal callouts.
Over the years, I had gotten pretty good at controlling my orgasms until my wife had had her orgasm, but with Morgan, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out. She was so sexual. I mean, I loved having sex with my wife, but she was pretty calm and vanilla. Morgan clearly was another thing altogether. Still, I did my best to hold out as long as I could.
She got more and more wild, saying “Yes, fuck me with that big cock, Dan.” and “Dan, fuck me like the mommy slut that I am”. This type of thing was new to me and at first it was weird, but then I was super into it. Again, the only issue was that it was so fucking hot, I was afraid I was going to blow too soon. “Yes, Dan, pound that fucking pussy,” comes out of her mouth next. Then, Morgan blurts out, in more or less a yell, “Fuuuccckkk, Dan, Fuuuccckkk” and then a gutteral “Oooohhhhhh…..yessss, I’m cummmmming.” She came so hard and long that is was impossible not to know that she had cum. With my wife, her orgasms were quiet little “mmmmms” not the fucking intense, rabid thing Morgan was going through. It was so fucking hot. I made it about 3 seconds into her orgasm before I went past the point of no return. I tried to pull out, but she locked her legs onto my ass and stated emphatically “No, cummmmmm in mmeeeee” as she continued to cum for what seemed like forever. It was probably only about 15 seconds in total, but it seemed at least twice as long as Melissa would go. With her spasming and locking me up, it felt as though she was literally pulling the cum out of me.
Exhausted and sweaty, I collapsed on her. Kissing her gently, “I’m sorry, I tried to pull out.” “Don’t be,” she said. “I’m fixed. I can’t get pregnant. I probably should have told you that earlier, but I guess I got, um, busy with other things.” As she says this, she strokes my now flaccid cock, getting the last bits of cum out of it.
“Dan, can I tell you something?”, she asks. “Sure,” I say. “Well, I’ve thought about you and wondered about your cock for long time. Probably for 10 years.” Shocked by this admission, I remark, “What? Really? All that time ago?”. Sheepishly she replies, “Yeah, pretty soon after I met you. I never wanted to cause problems between you and Melissa so, obviously, I never said or did anything, but yes, I’ve wondered what you were packing in your pants. And I wasn’t disappointed.”
I reddened up slightly, “Well, I’m glad I didn’t disappoint.” We both laughed at that and just sat small talking for a few minutes. Then I saw the time, “Shit. I gotta get going or I’ll be late to Adam’s game.”
“Oh sure, right,” she says. “Well, I better get going then.” As we dressed, I said, “Morgan, I really needed that. I hope that wasn’t a one time pity fuck.” She laughed and said, “I’ve got a whole bag of pity fucks, don’t you worry.” And we both bust out laughing and she follows up with, “Seriously, though, I would like to see you again.”
“Um, yeah, sure,” I stammer out. She cuts in, “Look, I know things are crazy for you. I’m not looking for a serious relationship and I’m sure you’re not ready for one. But this, what we just did, is fucking cathartic and you know it. If you haven’t guessed by now, I’m a bit of a horny little slut, so I needed this almost as badly as you did, believe me.”
“Ok,” I say, relieved. “So, I’m here alone between 8 and 3 basically every day and I will always make time for you. Text me and I hope you can come next week.”
“Oh I will be ‘cumming’ for sure,” she says with a wink, standing on her tippy toes to give me a kiss goodbye, squeezing my cock as she does. “Bye!”
Both Adam and Shelby, my 16 year old daughter, enjoyed the nice meal that Morgan had brought. Ever astute, Shelby says at dinner, “Dad, you seem, like, really happy today. I haven’t seen you smile like this in a while.” Laughing I say, “Well, yeah I guess I have had some chuckles today. Morgan, I mean, Mrs. Smith really gave me a helping hand today.” I quickly add, “You know, with the meal and all.” I smile, thinking, “Oh yes, I’d say she gave me a helping hand and then some.”
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