by Lexi Archer
Her breathing continued to come in deep gasps as her body shuddered underneath me. I looked on in amazement, my cock throbbing as I had the privilege of watching this goddess ride the crest of her orgasm.
The moment passed. Tiffany locked eyes with me and smiled, then pecked me on the lips with a kiss. She looked gorgeous with her hair mussed like that where she’d tossed her head back and forth as she was coming.
"Fuck that was good," she said. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since a guy got me off using just his fingers?"
"Um," I thought for a moment and an idea hit me. "How long have you been married again?"
Her smile turned wistful and she patted my cheek. "Good answer. Now it's your turn."
Tiffany didn't need to tell me twice. She stood and I scrambled to sit on the lounge where she'd been a moment before.
She started with a show. I licked my lips as she straddled me, her bikini bottoms off to the side slightly from where I'd been giving her my attention revealing one gorgeous pussy lip peeking through. She was holding her top in place, it somehow managed to stay on even while I was fingering her, but now she dropped her hand and her bikini top fell to the side revealing her perfect breasts to me for the first time. They were everything I'd fantasized about and then some. Just slightly larger than you'd expect for someone with her petite frame, she had tiny pink nipples poking out that were just begging to be sucked.
I wondered how long it had been since anyone but Mr. Sawyer saw those tits, aside from that brief flash earlier, and I was thankful that I was the one lucky enough to see them displayed for the first time in who knows how long.
As though she could read my mind Tiffany leaned down and pressed one of her breasts into my face as she started grinding her pussy against my rock hard cock that was pressing up through my boxers and aching for the feel of her.
I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of her nipple and she moaned. Encouraged, I sucked her tit into my mouth and continued rubbing my tongue up and down along the hard nub of her nipple.
Tiffany pulled away and then those glorious breasts were slipping down my bare chest drawing a red hot path that set my skin aflame. Her hair trailed along my chest as she kissed down my stomach, stopping to suck gently with every kiss.
I sucked in air as she finally made her way down to my cock and wrapped her lips around its length through the thin material of my swim shorts, still wet from the beer I’d spilled earlier. Oh fuck did she have the kind of lips that begged to have a cock sliding between them. I needed to feel that mouth wrapped around me. Needed it perhaps more than I needed to feel the walls of her pussy wrapped around me. Something told me that she had some experience sucking a cock that would make her outclass all of the girls I'd been with back at college.
And there was something about knowing that those lips belonged to another man, that I was taking something that was his, that made it so much fucking hotter. It was as though I was taking something forbidden as she moved down over my cock, and that forbidden nature had me on edge even more so than I would've been if this was just your regular run-of-the-mill encounter with an insanely hot woman who went to 11 where all other supermodels in the world were mere 9s was leaning over my cock getting ready to rock my world.
Her hands wrapped around the waist of my swim shorts and pulled down revealing just the head of my cock. She looked up and smiled. I wanted to freeze this moment in time forever. Tiffany’s hands around the waistband of my swim trunks, the head of my cock lined up with her chin as those icy blue eyes locked with my own, her mouth just inches from my dick.
"Y'know you'll have to go easy on me here," she said.
"Go easy on you?" I asked. What was she talking about? This gorgeous goddess was about to suck my cock and she was telling me to go easy on her? Was she crazy?
"I love this, but I never get to do it with Sawyer. It's always straight to fucking with him, but something tells me I'm going to enjoy trying this monster out," she said.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head both because of what she said and because she immediately followed that by pulling out the tip and wrapping those amazing cocksucking lips around my cock and running her tongue around the crown. I had to take a deep breath to keep from shooting my load in that amazing mouth right there and she hadn't even pulled my cock entirely out of my swim shorts yet!
It didn't stay that way for long though. She pulled my shorts down and ran her tongue down the length of my cock and back up. She looked up and locked eyes with me.
"You taste amazing," she said.
Those lips wrapped around the head of my cock again and then she was moving down, down, down trying to take more and more of my cock into her mouth. Now I'm not going to say that I have a porn star cock despite her saying things about sucking this monster, but I do like to think I'm on the larger side of the penis size bell curve, so maybe she was justified in taking it slow even if she was a woman who no doubt had plenty of experience sucking cocks based on the wonderful things she was doing to my dick.
Not that I was going to complain. I tried to fix this moment in my memory. The sight of her hair falling down across my cock. The look of her eyes locking with mine with her lips wrapped around my dick was every bit as amazing as I'd imagined. The incredible suction she was creating. The wet feel of her mouth and then her throat wrapped around my cock enveloping me in warm tightness.
Then she bottomed out.
"Oh fuck you are amazing," I said. And it was true. The reality of having this hot wife sucking my cock was so much better than anything I’d fantasized about.
She trailed back up and my eyes rolled into the back of my head again as I felt a tingling starting at the base of my cock that I fought to keep down. Not yet. Not so fast. I wanted to shoot in her mouth but I needed to enjoy this.
Tiffany reached the tip and swirled her tongue around again then she was moving back down. I groaned as her tongue ran along the underside of my cock and luxuriated in the feel of those lips. I wondered what Mr. Sawyer would think if he saw his hot little trophy wife kneeling at the end of one of the pool lounges with my cock buried in her throat. If what she said was true, and I still wasn't entirely sure that I believed her since it seemed too good to be true on top of a situation that was already too fucking good to be true, then he'd probably love that sight.
Whatever. If he wanted to share Tiffany then that was his issue. And if he would rather let someone else enjoy the delicious pleasures she had to offer rather than enjoying his wife himself then I sure as fuck was going to enjoy her and that perfect mouth.
She leaned forward slightly and I reached down to cup one of those perfect breasts, playing with the nipple. I was rewarded with a moan that vibrated down the length of my dick and sent bolts of pleasure running down my cock. Holy shit was that amazing.
Tiffany pulled back up again and released my cock with a little pop.
"David, baby, I need you to do something for me," she said.
"Anything."
"I need you to fuck my face. I need you to fuck my mouth like the dirty little married slut I am. Can you do that for me?"
Now how else could I react to that? I could only do the gentlemanly thing. Her mouth descended on my cock again and I grabbed her hair on either side and guided her down. I stopped for a moment to look down and make sure she was okay but she just looked up and moaned. I pulled her head back up and then down again. And again. My hips pistoned up to meet her mouth as my cock rammed down her throat over and over and she sat there on all fours taking it like a champ. I felt lightheaded as I face fucked this gorgeous creature.
God she was amazing. I don't know if it was her skill, Tiffany was a pro at sucking cock whatever she said about not doing it with her husband, or it was just the idea of having this gorgeous creature's lips wrapped around my cock at long last. But once again I felt that familiar tingling that ran from the base of my cock all the way to my tip.
"I'm going to cum," I managed to grunt out.
With the girls I got with at school that was usually a cue for them to pop off and jerk my cock until I shot all over my stomach, but I was pleasantly surprised when she buried her mouth against the base of my cock so that she was deep throating me and she started moaning sending her own vibration down my cock that mixed with the tingling and caused me to explode.
I let out a scream that I hoped no one on the lake below could hear. I shoved my hips up and shot load after load deep in Tiffany's eager waiting throat. Tiffany added to the sensation as she swallowed after each twitch of my cock causing her throat muscles to contract around my cock which just added to the amazing sensation. I saw stars and grabbed at the cloth on the lounge as I rode the wave of one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
Then it was over and the last dribbles twitched out of my cock which she had pulled out so that only the head remained. Her tongue swirled around the head as it went from the intensity of orgasm to that ticklish sensitivity and I couldn't help but laugh at the feeling.
Tiffany looked up and popped my cock out of her mouth. "All that and you're laughing?"
"It tickles," I said.
"Mmm," was all she said as she climbed over me again and leaned down for a kiss. I know some guys freak out about kissing a girl who just sucked their dick, but I always figured that the gentlemanly thing to do for a lady who was nice enough to swallow your load was to enjoy the kiss.
And what a kiss it was. I groaned and she moaned as our mouths locked and our tongues swirled around one another. There was just the slightest salty taste from my load. At least I assume that's what the new taste was. It's not like I was in the habit of eating my own spunk or anything. I luxuriated in the feeling of her body pressed against mine, and apparently my cock appreciated our situation as well because I could feel it stirring and rising again.
I reached down and tried to pull her bikini bottoms aside as I pressed up with my cock. I needed to fuck her more than I'd ever needed to fuck anyone before in my life. I needed to feel that velvet softness wrapped around my cock.
The tip of my cock pressed against her entrance and I felt her wetness wrap around the head. For one delicious moment I luxuriated in the feel of my cock sliding up and down her slit as her hips churned and my hips pressed up trying to make the ultimate connection.
But she pulled up just as I was on the edge of impaling her on my cock. I groaned and she patted my cheek.
"Easy there tiger," she said.
I grabbed her hips and tried to pull her down towards my waiting cock again but she smiled and rolled to the side so that she was laying next to me pressing her body against mine and driving me insane. She ran a finger down my chest.
"Please," I said.
"Please what?"
"Please let me fuck you."
Tiffany started to lower her pussy down on my cock and I closed my eyes and luxuriated in that wet warmth wrapping around my cockhead. I was having my every fantasy fulfilled. I was ecstatic. I was in heaven.
Heaven lasted until a car door slammed shut on the other side of the house and the distinct sound of the garage door opening carried out to the pool.
I looked up at Tiffany and her eyes were as wide as mine. Shit!
“What is that?” I asked.
“I don't know, but despite my arrangement with my husband we probably shouldn't be out here where we can potentially get caught by someone who'll blab,” she said.
Tiffany hopped off of me and I reached down to pull my trunks up silently cursing in frustration the entire time. If that was the pool boy or a lawn mowing service or something like that I was going to kill them! I stopped banging my head against the lounge because there wasn't a chance I was missing that view as Tiffany stood over me in her half naked glory. I needed to remember every moment of this, every curve of her body.
And as I watched her I felt a mixture of arousal and depression. It was quite possible I'd just peaked sexually and it was all downhill from here. The rest of my life was a barren wasteland of fucks that I would always compare to the time I got blown by the hottest woman I’d ever fantasized about.
"Don’t worry tiger," she said with a smile. "You need something to look forward to next time. Right?"
I nearly came again right there from the way she was looking at me. Oh hell yes we needed to save something. For next time..
I was going to fuck Tiffany. It was only a matter of time. But in the meantime I was more than happy to sit back and enjoy the delicious feeling of anticipation. And plan.
5: Boat Trip
I decided to put my plan into motion the next morning when I walked down and saw Tiffany sitting at a bar in the kitchen while Mr. Sawyer ate his breakfast on the other side. And I decided to get a little risky and do something that would either prove she was telling the truth about him being into this or get me kicked out of their house forever.
But at least if I got kicked out I'd have the memory of that incredible blowjob.
So I walked up behind her and she looked up at me and smiled. I looked down and licked my lips. She was wearing a sheer nightie that revealed a good portion of her cleavage and all I wanted to do was dive in between her tits and have my way with her. Only I didn't.
No, instead I wrapped my arm around her and started tracing a line along her shoulder. She let out an appreciative sigh and looked over to her husband who looked up and very nearly dropped his spoon as he was lifting some cereal to his mouth.
Finally he seemed to regain some of his composure. "So the arrangement is working out so far?"
"What do you think Sawyer?" she asked.
Okay, so I wasn't getting kicked out of the house yet. I decided to get a little more bold. I locked eyes with Mr. Sawyer, with a billionaire who could buy and sell me a million times over, and reached down to cup his wife's tit as he watched. I waited for the reaction, but all that happened was a sharp intake of breath as he stared at my hand mauling his wife's perfect tit. A perfect tit that was growing hard in my hand as I massaged her.
Looks like she was telling the truth. I leaned down to whisper in her ear, really starting to get into this. "Meet me at the boat in a half hour. Wear something sexy. And you aren't allowed to touch your husband."
Another sharp breath from Mr. Sawyer. I'd thrown that last bit in as an afterthought, but from the way he reacted he seemed to enjoy the idea. I smiled at him and then left the room, grabbing some toast on the way out. I had to get down to the boat and get ready.
A half hour later on the dot I wheeled the chair around and looked up to see Tiffany standing on the dock in a translucent blue sundress that showed off the outline of her amazing body and the bikini she was wearing underneath. Damn did she know how to dress to drive a man wild.
"You were very bad this morning," she said.
I shrugged. "Do you care? Hubby seemed to like it."
"Oh he did, very much so, but that was a dangerous game."
I reclined back in the seat on Mr. Sawyer's massive boat and smiled. "I figure that's what he's paying me the big bucks for, right?"
Tiffany grinned and leaned over the edge of the boat pulling up a small cooler no doubt filled with beer she'd pilfered from the house.
"Well then how about we get drunk and make you earn your pay mister?" she asked..
I shrugged and gazed out over the lake. It really was a perfect day to be out there. I figured if Mr. Sawyer was stuck at work and couldn't enjoy his nice expensive boat then we might as well make the most of it.
"I can think of a few things I could do to earn my pay, like make you get on all fours like you were yesterday," I said with a grin.
Tiffany reached out and smacked my bare arm.
"You're such a pig," she said.
"You haven't complained so far," I said.
"Yeah, well, you're right there."
Tiffany untied the boat from the dock as I powered it up. I'd been out on the lake a thousand times since my parents got a house out here, but I still loved it every tim
e a boat purred to life under me, and let's just say that the boat Mr. Sawyer could afford was so much nicer than anything my parents had even though they were both pretty loaded as well. It was a speedboat that had a deck out front you could sit on as well as a big area below decks that had a bed, some seating, and a miniature kitchen. It'd easily be the biggest boat on the lake by a long shot, and from the way her engine purred she felt like she it struck a nice balance between speed and amenities.
And of course one of the best amenities this boat always had going for it was that Tiffany was on it. I stole a glance of her swaying hypnotically as she moved to the seat next to me.
I threaded the boat away from the lake house dock and gunned it once we were clear. Tiffany let out a thrilled yell as I opened up the boat and let loose tearing across the lake. There wasn't much traffic this early in the morning on a weekday so I could really let loose.
"So where are we headed?" Tiffany asked.
"I was thinking we'd head over to the cove," I said.
Tiffany grinned. "Fine by me."
"The cove" wasn't anything of the sort. Really it was just a secluded spot off of the lake that I could maneuver the boat through which had the benefit of not being visible from the main body of the lake thanks to thick trees that ran around the edge. This had become a party location of choice with my friends thanks to that perfect combination of water that was deep enough for the boat but shallow enough to swim in combined with privacy. In all the years we'd been taking the boat to this spot we'd never once been bothered by another boater which was odd for a lake as busy as this one, though I always figured the spot being on the less developed side of the lake had something to do with it.
The added benefit was I knew none of my friends who weren't working this summer would be up before noon at the earliest and the ones who did work would all still be asleep preparing for a long night at the yacht club. I figured that'd give us plenty of time in a secluded location where there was no danger of being interrupted.
