The New MILF

You can certainly expect sparks to fly when you put a woman who says she's well-versed in the ways of men, and a man who thinks he knows exactly how to please and tease a woman: she knew exactly where I love to be stroked, sucked and licked; I knew the right amount of touch and pressure with my fingers and tongue-- the overall effect was beautiful, it was a lustful symphony played out close to perfection, it was heaven when I finally came on her and she in turn responding with quivers of her tummy and thighs.

Ancient Japanese sex books called it "the moment of the clouds and the moon", and I certainly had no regrets taking time off from gym and MMA training to meet up with The New MILF on the first day of my week off.

I'm still relishing in the memory of the taste of her yummy wet cunt that seemed to be never-endingly flowing with her juices, the feel of her full breasts and perky nipples as I played and teased; the scent of her perfume as we made love on the sheets, and the sensations of how great it felt when she never worked her inquisitive tongue on my balls and the suction as she took my cock in her mouth.

***

On a separate note, young lover Izzy is getting a little pissed I seem to have forgotten about her these past few weeks. So just to convince her she was missed even if I was fucking other lovely ladies, I promised to spend the rest of the next 2 days with her and her only (lucky J isn't in town again), and she seemed appeased with that-- "pending performance", she teased.

So it's gonna be a busy week even though I'm off from work it seems. :)

"Do you tire of this?"

I finally met up with Bru after all the little misses we'd been having. Ten minutes over coffee was all it took for us both to realise the "magic was still there", as she always puts it, and we headed over to my sexy Italian lover's home less than 20 minutes' drive away and get right down to things.

Bru loved it when I went down on her and took my time to tease and lick at her clit; with her, it was more about me giving her oral pleasure than the other way around-- not that I'm complaining. I love getting mouthfuls of her nice juicy pussy while my hands work on her glorious full breasts complete with large perky nipples: she's just absolutely lovely to be with.

She did treat me to a nice blowjob taking my cock into that mouth of hers and being oh-so-generous with her tongue licking away at my balls and sucking hard on my rod, her beautiful dark hazel eyes looking right at me as she took mouthfuls of my manhood.

And then, the main course: entering Bru was just magnificent after all this while, and I almost forgot just how good it felt to be inside her, moulding her breasts as I thrust away at her wet juicy cunt, hearing her moans and sighs as she rocked in unison to my thrusts.

***

In our little after-sex moment where we both lit up fags and sat naked on her little patio-- she didn't care about prying eyes, not Bru-- she was stroking my still-hard cock and me lightly brushing against her pussy, admiring her beauty despite her 42 years of age. She was still a tight-bodied hot momma despite everything, and she is a stunningly beautiful woman. 

She suddenly turned and asked, "Do you tire of all this?"

I asked her what she meant, and she replied she was just curious if I ever got bored of going around with 'random women' after all these years.

Well truth is: I'm not. I do get bored blogging about my flings and sexcapades though, and I am convinced all the other so-called sex/erotic bloggers do get likewise, and sex blogs are more a come-and-go kind of thing. I should know: I must have at least 4 or 5 blog versions of my little black book that I've started and ended, took long hiatuses, and then come back again-- and I have no idea if this one will keep up too. 

From the looks of things, judging from the other blogs that have closed down for some reason or another, I suspect I'm right: it's hard to sustain and continue writing about your sexual adventures if your blog happens to be entirely about sex; I mean, what happens when you hit a dry spell?

And if you're someone like me, well, much as I enjoy writing and expressing myself, I do find it a burden sometimes to give updates...but enough about blogging already.

It turned out there wasn't any particular reason why Bru happened to ask me that (so she claimed). It was something about a married woman trying to understand my point of view on things-- something like that-- or in any case, it was probably just idle chatter after sex, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, as it turned out, we started making a new arrangement to this new twist to our little affair (more fuck buddy-ish now) seeing that Bru's husband is now travelling less even though her kid's started school. It probably wouldn't be as regular as what we used to have, but it'll do given her contraints and mine.

A Bruno Mars moment.

Cheating a little, but somehow It Will Rain kept playing in my mind all day, and it made me think of you, and just how dumb it was to have let you go.

Anyway, it was raining the whole day today, and I was mostly stuck indoors on my own-- surprise surprise.

But it was nice to be thinking a little of you, baroness.

This is interesting...

I'm following Guess Her Muff, and I have to say it's smut-fully delightful and intriguing; I mean, hell, I'd love to know what all your muffs look like, and it'd be certainly a pleasant surprise if you ladies snapped up a couple of personal upskirts of yourselves and emailed them over to me!

Well, done, Muff-ins!

Office flings

A lady friend asked me the other night if she should consider having a fling with a “cute and hunky” young intern at her workplace—this, while we were dressing up after our own little session in her bedroom. 

“I’m hurt”, I mused. “We just had sex, and you’re already thinking of another man’s penis.” 

“Oh really. You, jealous?” she teased in return, her hand stroking my cock that was getting hard to her touch once more. And she tried to appease my mock anger by finishing up with a lovely blowjob and taking the load in her mouth. 

Satisfied once more, I went back to her question of fucking the new guy at work. 

Simple answer is “Yes, go ahead and fuck him”—but I did warn her that she had to be very clear from the onset that it would be just a fling even before she starts dropping her panties for him; too many office affairs turned ugly simply because one of the parties start getting obsessive, and these days, it’s surprisingly the guys who seem to have problems letting go. 

In other words, she had to be prepared to be break-up ready, so to speak, and there was a possibility once the thrill of the sex had fizzled off, she might even have to sit the boy down and tell him literally that it’s all over, and thanks for the great time. 

The reason why I think she had to make things that clear from the start is because people seem so fucking dumb these days, and we have to explain everything to these millennial types. In the past, a simple “it’s not you, it’s me” would suffice; today, it’s all about trying to be 10 separate degrees of sensitive just in case you hurt the person really bad. Yes, that includes the guys even, bloody marshmallows, those. 

I was curious as to why she would be interested in a guy who was a good 7-8 years younger than she was anyway—like, would he even be any good? 

She then went on about how “delicious-looking” he was, with his hunky young bod and babyface looks blah blah blah. Then seeing my somewhat amused look (one eyebrow raised, teeth clenching tongue), she laughed and went “oh baby, don’t get me wrong—you’re cute too—it’s just that, well, it’s like you when you see a sweet young thing and find her irresistible.” 

Silly her. Of course I understand: I didn’t mean if he was any good physically; no, instead, I thought women went beyond just physical attraction and needed to connect at numerous other levels (isn’t that what you women always say?) but apparently it wasn’t so: she didn’t care if the guy, fresh out of school, probably couldn’t hold a decent conversation with her intelligently (by her reckoning, not mine); or the fact that she was technically a superior at work— in this instance, it was just about her wanting to have the guy literally ram his hard cock inside her for as long as he could last, and it was really just about the sex. 

Okay, I admit: I’m old-school alpha male, so it would bring out a tinge of jealousy in me to know if one of the women I was fucking was about to be—or already is—fucking another guy, regardless of the fact that they were supposed to be no-strings attached arrangements. You’d think I would only get jealous if another guy tried to hit on J, but admittedly, I do feel the need to compete when it came to the other women as well. 

All that aside, I wasn’t discouraging her—if anything, I was teaching her how to go about with having an office fling; as if she needed teaching anyway. 

I suppose she did enjoy our little mental sparring sessions that seemed to amuse and turn her on: when we’re like that, she keeps coming back for seconds, and how many times that night have we ended up trying to put our clothes back on, only to try to rip them off each other with much gusto and passion—she getting more and more like a slut who kept wanting me to fuck her dirty each round, me feeling the need to assert my ‘dominance’ and reprove my manhood and virility now that she brought another guy into the picture by the mere mention of it, and my response was to rock her harder as if I wanted to ravish her with every little passing minute. 

It did feel like my cock was being beaten to a pulp with all the hard pumping, and at the end of it all, when we both finally let the exhaustion take over and say “no more”, she was blaming me for the fact that she could hardly close her legs...literally. 

It was savage and raw, yes, and I guess it’s the kind of reaction to expect when you bring out the competitiveness in your partner during sex. Either that, or me and her are just two kinky weirdoes who truly deserve each other. 

But I’m not talking emotions here: like how I’d advised her to lay the cards out right from the beginning and let hunky Kent-doll know she wants him just for the sex, so too had I spelt it out from the first time we had sex almost a year ago that we were just two friends who “happened to fuck each other” every now and then, and that she wouldn’t be—and wasn’t—the only one I do that to. 

In any case, the conclusion was that she may just try to seduce the guy for one time, maybe two, but it wouldn’t be a long-term affair for sure: he wasn’t her type for anything beyond a quick roll, and the whole thing by her reckoning shouldn’t last anything longer than 2 weeks, MEANING TO SAY that after that, when she’s had all her fun, I could expect to have her talk about how she wants to fuck another guy all over again, if only to get me all hyped up to give her “a good one”. 

Or maybe the next time would be me talking to her about me fucking Bru or Izzy and see how she’d respond in turn...or perhaps it could be about me with some random stranger I got to know too, we’ll never know.

The Dorm Room Adventure

I was supposed to meet Brunetta for lunch today, but an hour before our date, she called to take a rain check-- something up with the kids apparently.

"Sorry for the let-down darling", she'd cooed. "I'll make it up to you, promise...next week perhaps?"

So next week it is then: next week, when the husband's not in town, when she could send the kids over to her sister's, and when J's off again on a flight.

And just when I thought I was facing a prospect of a horribly dull afternoon and having to lunch alone, Izzy called and "demanded" to know if I was going to pick her up after her classes. I'd decided initially on meeting up with Bru, and since that lunch date wasn't going to happen, I settled for Izzy, and "apologised" for being too busy to reply about meeting her.

We ended up at a Fragrance hotel room on the west side near the uni after a simple lunch at Vivocity, and she'd wanted to show off her new pair of crotchless panties that she had under her short skirt. Goodness, if that was what she'd been wearing, her undergraduate classmates probably had a good view of her lovely shaven pussy during tutorial classes or something.

We had sex while she kept the panties on. I was admiring her tan lines from the weekend she'd spent at Sentosa with her boyfriend, and the two toned glow seemed to accentuate her brown nipples more-- nice and perky to look at as we fucked. 

Izzy was particularly insatiable today, and she didn't seem to get enough even after I'd come twice and our two hours were up, so we did something that we hadn't done before: head to her room at the hostel, and went for more hard rocking action on that single bed in the room. 

I was getting concerned at some point about her loud moaning and sighs as we had sex in her room, and I was sure I wasn't imagining it when someone in the next door rooms (or probably the rooms above or below us) started blaring loud music. I'd forgotten what it was like to be doing it in a college dormitory, and it was nice to be reminded of the days and nights when I was having fun in my own dorm room in my undergraduate days.

The thing about an undergrad's room was that regardless of the gender, things would be in a perpetual mess, and in Izzy's case, she was careless about leaving her clothes and undergarments around.

"Geez, how do you know which are the clean ones from the soiled ones", I teased as I held up a pair of black panties she'd strewn carelessly on a nearby chair. She didn't want to answer that one, but instead took the panties, rubbed them on her pussy for a while as she continued to moan and sigh, then handed the pair of damp panties back to me.

"These are for you. Happy belated birthday, darling", she teased in return.

Which explains why I had a pair of black wet/soiled woman's panties in my trouser pocket after my little tryst with Izzy, and throughout dinner with J. I couldn't help reaching in to feel at them from time to time over dinner and think back to just how deliciously horny Izzy had been this afternoon, and I couldn't help but grin to myself at the recollection of how she had to peek out from behind the door of her room bare-bottomed and clad only in a tiny t-shirt to "check if the coast was clear" when it was time for me to go. 

Izzy texted me halfway through dinner. "Had fun at the dorm", her first message read; "Be careful she doesn't find them!" read her second message, referring to her panties.

Well find them J won't, for they're now in the pocket of my coat which in turn is hanging in the car...and I'm pretty sure I'd be still thinking about the afternoon's adventure while at work tomorrow-- fingering and playing with Izzy's panties, no doubt. ;)

Missed opportunities

So I missed out on the possible rendezvous with the PR girl from the resort, mostly because J had me all busy going out with her after breakfast. 

There had been a window of opportunity when she signed us up for a spa session: I could have just snuck out to meet up with PR girl, but I needed a nice rub-down too, and that was that.

We left the hotel, but I've still got her name-card, and I'm thinking I could always head back to go look for her on a trip with the boys-- then it'll be winks all around as we'd each seek out a scandal of our own, given our history-- and they did say we'd need a get-together soon enough.

***

J and I headed back to Singapore, and over dinner, my broker called, and I realised while we were busy  getting sun-tans and me trying to get into the pants of some hottie hotel staff, we'd had some missed calls over Saturday and Sunday with regards to a property we'd been trying to sell for a while in Kuala Lumpur: there'd been an interested buyer after the show-around by the agent, and he was ready to make an offer but since the calls didn't get through, he passed on the deal as "he had a flight to catch", as the broker put it.

Right, and we're thus looking to miss out on a seven-digit figure (in SGD, not ringgit, incidentally) just like that. Apparently the buyer wanted to make an offer pretty close to our target price too.

"No worries, love", J ever optimistic as ever beamed. She was pretty certain we'd get more buyers soon enough, and besides, there was still a tenancy in effect, so we've got things covered a bit.

...and somehow, talking about business seemed to make J horny for whatsoever reasons; in a blink of an eye, she'd gone from talking about dollars and sense to whispering naughty things and talking dirty, and I wouldn't say no to fucking her on the leather couch-- and I didn't care if the curtains weren't drawn and people from the next block could look in and see us going at it.

***

And now that I'm back, it's decisions, strategy and tactics: Izzy wants me to meet her tomorrow after her classes; Brunetta the Italian mama wants to do lunch; and Mrs M's texted me to say "Hubby not in town again."

I could try juggle all 3 on the same day, but why rush myself, eh? But I'm actually more inclined to meeting Bru, since it's more like a sensing her out again kind of meeting after her trail went cold since the last time we'd been together months ago. And besides, with Bru, there'd always be surprises...so who knows. *grins*

Luscious lips

Went for an early morning swim while J was asleep, and as it turned out, things got a little more than a simple dip in the pool.

When I went down the water, the pool lights were off, and it was still rather dark; no lifeguards around, and the security guys probably didn't give a damn, so off I went, doing laps thinking I'd be alone when I collided halfway with a soft svelte body. 

"I'm sorry", I said, as I held her by her waist right in the middle of the pool. I was concerned I'd knocked into her hard, and that she'd concuss or something.

Instead, we ended up chatting by the side while immersed in water, and through the surrounding lights around the pool, I could make out a young twenty-something pretty face with a sultry voice-- and not to mention down in the water, a warm body in a bikini with some really nice boobs.

I found out she was from Jakarta, and worked at the hotel as some marketing executive, and she usually does early morning swims before she starts work. As we talked, I could feel my rod getting hard as we somehow got closer to each other, my hand occasionally holding the small of her back to "stop" her from floating away in the water, and there was the accidental brushes of her hand against my thighs.

Enough of the dancing around, I found myself pulling her close to me at one point, and she didn't show any signs of protest either, and we somehow locked lips right there in the pool. She was close to me, and I'm sure she could feel the bulge of my hard cock pressing against her legs.

And then somehow, my hands found their way under her bikini top, massaging her toned full breasts, my fingers rubbing against her hard nipples. She, in turn, had her hands running down my back and squeezing my bum, and I'm glad that I'd been working out quite a bit.

I moved my hands down to her ass, and while we still kissed, I was tracing my fingers along her bottom, and lingered at her crotch, gently stroking her mound. She started rubbing at my cock, and I never found myself wanting to kiss a woman's lips so much as she stroked me.

...then just when things were heating up, the pool lights came on, and we could make out the shapes of other early morning swimmers, so we tidied up and tried to look as decent as we could. Tough, because my cock was still hard, and anyone who was swimming past would probably see a morning salute to the sexy woman next to me.

She got off the pool saying she had to change up, and then asked which room I was staying in. She'd have obviously known I wasn't on vacation alone since I already told her, and we were figuring how it would be possible to have a little get-together again in a room where we could probably do things the proper way.

Hmm. That is a good question, and for all the little tricks I could think of, I can't seem to come up with anything where I could have the PR girl in bed while I'm supposed to be on vacation with J. Other than making another trip down on my own, that is.

Gears in the head a-churning...

Of toned bodies and such...

I don't deliberately work out just so to impress the ladies; I admit the gym is one place I've scored with some really classy and dishy ones, but definitely not the only reason why I spend hours training and  toning up.

I've been doing a lot more running, long distance cycling and lifting heavier weights since I've gone back to playing rugby and a new-found interest in triathlons. I'm a far cry from the really lean tri-athlete types, but I think the trainings been paying off rather well: I'm running longer distances and I seem to get more energetic.

And of course, the compliments from the ladies: J thinks I'm a lot more toned these days; Brunetta, the Italian expat wife I had a little tryst with but hadn't seen for months till last week, is now showing a renewed interest and she wants to "do lunch" once I'm back Monday.

Certainly flattering, and I don't think I was imagining it when I caught sight of a few tanned and toned ladies giving me a second look and smiles at the hotel pool, so I guess the hard work's paying off a lot more than I bargained for.

You'd think that in my daily job, it's a cardinal sin if you gained extra pounds so much so you looked tardy in your work clothes-- impressions are everything, no-- but the truth is that once you've been caught up in daily operations, it's easy to just let things slide and you become a fatty bom-bom before you knew it.

At least that's one thing I've managed to avoid, even at my age when I'm supposedly having a slower metabolic rate and such. 

Would be nice to catch up with Bru again *wink wink*; and meanwhile, Izzy's a little jealous I'm spending my Bintan weekend with J while she's stuck in Singapore with the prospect of boyfriend working over the weekend and me having a good time with my other woman.

"I'll make you pay", Izzy had texted, complete with a smiley. I hope she meant it. ;)

Looks like it's gonna be a 'busy' week ahead once I'm back, but for now, it's just about J and me.

Lunch date

Youngling Izzy caught up with me a lot quicker than I’d expected. The thing about full-time university students is that they probably have a lot of free time, and it’s no wonder then that she’d call me as soon as her morning classes had ended. 

“Let’s have lunch”, she chirped happily, and so we did: picked her up from the uni, and we headed down town. 

And while I was driving, naughty Izzy slided one hand over, unzipped my pants, reached in and started playing with my already-hard rod, her thumb rubbing on the head of my cock, and before long, it was wet with anticipation. She tried giving me a blowjob, but isn’t easy to do so given the structure of the car (with a covered axle running right between us). 

By the time we reached our destination, I was having a bulge in my pants and she beamed like a kid who’d just scored top grades or something. She held my hand and as we made our way out from the car in the parking lot, she placed my hand under her short cotton skirt where I felt the naked skin of her bum and that tiny string of her thong between her cheeks. 

We were supposed to be having lunch, but instead we found ourselves in a handicapped toilet and I was reaching up her skirt, pulling her thong off as she giggled and took her top off, her perky nipples just teasing to be sucked. And being in the small confines of that cubicle meant she clung on close to me as I entered her tight pussy and with every thrust a soft moan or sigh right next to my ear; the scent of her sweet perfume heightened every little sensation of our little tryst. I came inside her, and she was kissing me constantly as we cleaned up. 

We walked out of the toilet, thinking no one would have seen us, and the coast was clear, actually—or so we thought: some Indian worker walked past us, and he would’ve seen the two of us coming out from the toilet. 

No matter, I’m sure it wouldn’t come to much, and he probably understands when he sees a guy and a pretty sweet young thing in a situation like that, draw his own conclusions. 

Lunch was a pretty simple affair, and half the time I got irritated by the loud chatter around us thanks to the large lunchtime crowd, and I made a mental note never to head down to lunch in a place where I’d have to compete for space with these corporate minions. 

As we went back to the car, she turned to me and went “oh shucks, you do realise the boyfriend works in the area right?” and then laughed. 

“Well, just say I’m someone you’re interviewing for your thesis or something”, I grinned. So we drove back to the uni, and she headed back to her hall as she was supposed to have netball practice in the afternoon. 

Honestly, it was quite a weird feeling having to pick her up to and from school, since it felt like a Lolita experience or sorts. 

Then again, Izzy’s 21, a legal adult by every definition, and in addition to that, it didn’t matter if she was headed back to the uni for extra-curricular activities (the decent kind) or shagging some other undergrad dude—we both know it’s a purely no-strings, fun-only arrangement. 

Right, got to go, picking up J and we’re headed for a short weekend getaway tomorrow morning.

Meet up with a young 'un

Well I never thought I'd hook up with a woman who's many years younger than I am again; the last time I did came with disastrous results because she started to get all whiny and clingy, and I thought that was that.

...until Izzy came along and changed all of that. She's in her final year at uni, and that makes her way younger than I am, but apparently she likes having an older man from time to time, especially when she feels she needs a break from her equally young Gen-Yer boyfriend (some young 20-something aspiring banker). 

In any case, she seemed impressed when I picked her up from one of the halls of residence where she stayed, and drove her down to the Fullerton for lunch. (Apparently having a nice Italian car helps) We had a good time chatting (first meeting), and before long, I found myself stroking her hand while we talked, and she had that naughty look on her face. 

I knew I'd scored, and I thought I'd capitalise on my advantage, and we drove over to my place where the clothes came off and I found myself eating out her sexy young pussy. I didn't mind that she wasn't shaven this time, and she was all eager to please. She spent quite a long time pampering my hard cock with her hands and mouth, and I found it rather amusing how she kept asking what I'd like her to do. She certainly let me lord over her-- something that the younger girls tended to do, and thanks to Izzy for the little reminder!

Izzy, being young and adventuresome, didn't mind the mess of me cumming all over her from some hard action fucking, and after that, she laid back in bed, picked up some cum from off her breasts with her long fingers and started licking them.

We had to go off earlier again, since J was back in town and given her boyfriend has yet to start the crazy 60-hour routines being new on his job, we couldn't indulge in a longer tryst. But I could see Izzy was interested after our first encounter, and I'm pretty sure I'd be seeing this little lover really soon.

Weekend fun.

I was roused from bed this morning with a wake-up call in the form of a luscious pair of lips on my cock. Mrs M apparently had woken up earlier than I did, and she decided to get to work right away.

Not that I have anything to complain, of course, but I’d think she would have had quite a lot of action from yesterday and before we finally laid back in bed at about 2am—tired, naked, but fingers and hands still running up and down each other’s bodies as we dozed off. 

Yesterday had been one of those luckier days when her schedule and mine coincided; actually, it was more a case where we both became “single” for the weekend where J was not in town, and her hubby was away on reservist training, so we decided to capitalise on the situation. 

The whole weekend sexcapade thing was deliberately planned: she’d packed a small getaway bag, and we already decided we’d spend it over at my place. As soon as we got home (mine, that is), we locked lips, and I couldn’t wait to get her clothes off. 

I’ve been wanting to have Mrs M naked, up close and personal since I met this leggy sexy MILF at the gym three weeks ago, and after all the teasing and flirting on Whatsapp and Skype, here we were, a perfect opportunity to play out all the sexual tension that’d been building up—once, I found myself with a hard on as I was talking to her at the gym watching her in her tight gym shorts, and she’d been looking and gave a sly grin. She’d reached over to touch lightly when she realised no one was looking, and I wished I could just tear her clothes off and fuck her then, and who cares if she’d just finished a yoga class. 

I took half a day off on Friday, and met her for some lazing around at Siloso Beach; when the weather played up, we adjourned to catching a movie at Vivocity, and thereafter we headed to the Fullerton for dinner. I’d wanted to head down for some drinks thereafter, but she wanted to just head back to my place for the rest of the evening. 

Back in my bedroom, she had on the tiniest pair of thongs, and she got wet quickly as I rubbed her down there, my fingers probing, and the string of her thong disappearing between the folds of her fat pussy lips. Her inquisitive tongue sought out mine, and her own hands had moved down to grab my ass, and she had one firm grip on my cock as soon as she got my boxers off. She threw her head back and sighed softly as I moved my lips down along her neck, and locked onto her hardened dark nipples. 

My fingers still probed at her pussy, and I must say I was working out quite a wet mess on her thong—just the way I love it. She went on her knees and took my cock into her mouth, sucking hard on my shaft as her fingers gently massaged my balls. I stroked her hair, as if to reward her for doing such a good job, and I totally loved it when she started sucking hard and licking my balls as she stroked my rod. 

I couldn’t wait for my turn to get down on her, of course, and by now, her thong had been deliciously wet with her pussy juices. I took them off and sniffed at them as she watched amused, and I held on to her panties as I parted her legs and started licking and sucking at her beautifully shaven yummy pussy. Because she was such a gem, I decided to ‘torment’ her a little longer with some extended oral play even though I could sense she badly wanted me to enter her. She was moaning loudly as she felt my fingers and tongue teasing her clit and licking and sucking away at her pussy. 

And when I finally entered her, she gripped me hard and bit lightly on my left shoulder. As I started to thrust away, she turned to kiss and lick at my neck, and moved her hips in tandem with my thrusts. I stroked her asshole lightly as I fucked her, and decided to be a little naughty and pushed my finger in to probe a little. 

She squirmed, laughed, and the smacked me lightly, but she seemed to enjoy it, so I kept at that little play—not all the way in, just teasing pushes as we fucked. She wanted me to let her know when I was cumming, and when I gave her the signal, she grabbed my cock tight, then put my cock into her mouth just as I shot a load. 

She continued to suck and lick away at my cock, massaging my balls, and fingered herself as she did so. 

She was impressed that I remained hard even after I’d come, and I was all ready for seconds and she continued to stroke my cock and balls and then straddled over me as I laid back on the bed. She sat herself down on my face, and I could feel the wetness of her pussy over my nose and mouth, and started licking away at her pussy again as she once again put her lips over my cock and started sucking. 

Mrs M seemed to be one woman who enjoyed oral play a lot, and this time, she allowed me to do a bukkake on her face, much like those slutty MILFs you have on cheese Jappo porno flicks. 

*** 

Saturday saw us having breakfast at the Saddle Club, and thereafter she had me tag along as she did underwear shopping. I could feel myself getting hard watching her and some other attractive ladies in the shop picking out their intimates, especially the sexy ones, and for a moment I had a little thought where I wished I could fuck all the women in the store as they tried on the lingerie. Too many porn flicks, yes. 

The nice thing about the whole shopping trip thing was how she was holding my hand the way I thought only J would, and that whole girlfriend experience was a new added bonus to this no-strings arrangement I have with Mrs M. On this note, I’m wondering what’s with all the relationship statuses anyway: let’s just put “Open relationship” all the way, and we both know we’re out to have fun with each other. 

The rest of Saturday saw us heading back to my apartment for a sojourn from the shopping, and for some afternoon delight in the form of one 69 and her wanting to rock on me as I sat at the balcony and nothing other than a large towel to hide her nakedness from prying eyes. I have no idea if any of the residents at the neighbouring blocks had a free show in broad daylight, but the only thing I concerned myself with was just how much I loved the feeling of my cock in the warmth of her juicy wet pussy. 

We went for dinner at the St. Regis, and then it was back to my place for the rest of the night—this time involving a dildo and the crotchless panties she’d bought earlier in the day. At one point, we were experimenting with trying to put the sleek silver dildo into her asshole as we fucked, but that soon proved to be a little too much for her to take in her virgin asshole, so we left it at that. She was content with just having my hard cock moving inside her, and she especially loved my tongue and fingers working on her yummilicious cunt. 

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Which is why right about now, I’m feeling like I missed the action of the weekend already, and kinda wished Sunday hadn’t passed so quickly. She had to head back home in the afternoon because she had to pick up her kid from her mother’s, but as she got down from the car, she said she’d love to “do this again soon”. 

I went home, and I discovered she’d left me a little present in the form of the same pair of thongs she was wearing on Friday, still delicious with the scent of her pussy, and I get hard at the memory of it. Nice weekend, and in any case, J’s heading back tomorrow too, so it was just as well. 

Mrs M would be at the gym, and I’m already wondering if I could stop myself getting hard when I see her.