Bad Girls Have Better Sex - Sex Stories. Sarah Ann Miller
her to be in a room with two people that were clearly about to fuck each other. Oh, well, she signed on for this, too.
Adam started to lift my top, so I put my arms up, allowing him to pull it over my head. He then took his top over his head, before pulling me back to his lean chest. I shivered a bit as his hand came up my back to unhook my bra.
Once my breasts were freed, things definitely started to speed up. Adam bent to kiss each nipple, gently sucking one before turning attention to the other. I moaned my approval, yet wanted to remove everything else. Especially his pants. They were so in the way! I wanted to see him, touch him, taste him.
He took my hand and walked me to the bed, where he quickly realized just how turned on I was when he bent down between my legs to taste me. I tried to not scream out too loudly, didn’t want Helen to think anything was wrong. Oh, hell no…nothing wrong with this man having his tongue on my ever so anxious and sopping wet pussy.
I tried to reach for him, but he gently pushed my hand away, and shook his head no, as he continued feasting upon me. He lavished me, and I felt the wave starting to crash around me. He had both hands on my hips and continued to lap as I thrashed about, letting the orgasm finally rip through me.
Feeling somewhat blind now, I regained my breathing and reached for him, yet, again, he shook his head no. I looked at him surprisingly, and shrugged my shoulders as he gently rolled me onto my knees.
Ah! Here we go, and he wants to fuck me like his! No problem. I felt the tip of his cock gently, slowly, slide into me. A sigh of pure pleasure escaped both our lips, yet he wasn’t moving anymore.
I finally spoke up. Hell, I had to…I wanted so much more!
“Hey, Adam, um, you okay?”
He sounded like he was controlling his breathing, and whispered to me. “It’s just been awhile, and you feel too damned good. I don’t want to cum just yet.”
Oh, well, I didn’t think about that one. “Okay, just take your time, then,” I told him, as he softly kissed my shoulder, my neck; his hands were holding my breasts, gently kneading. Oh, my, but the man was feeling good, and damn, I didn’t know how much longer I could actually stay still.
I didn’t have to wait long, as Adam began slowly thrusting in and out of my ever so eager pussy. I moaned, loudly, as he began pumping faster, faster, and I felt myself start to slip over the edge again…“Oh, God, yesss! I moaned.” I can’t believe it! I came, again!
Adam was saying something, I couldn’t quite make out as he had his face buried in my shoulder. He repeated it again, “Sorry, ah, God….but I have to cum NOW!” he growled, pulling out and spilling along my back.
Neither of us moved for a second, although it did seem like an eternity as we got our breathing back to normal. He grabbed at a towel that was efficiently placed on the bed stand, and wiped away all remains of him.
I had been laying on my stomach, and rolled over onto my side to look at him. “Not that I am complaining, but why didn’t you want a blow job?” I just had to ask…
Adam only smiled. He had a very sexy smile, too. He just laughed. “It would have been over too quick, and I really wanted to be inside you instead.” Oh, well…yeah. Okay, then. I smiled back understandably, as he left the bed to start redressing.
Helen, still sitting in her chair, was still looking at the magazine and acting as if nothing were out of the ordinary. She either didn’t like sex, or could do one hell of a tune-out. I secretly wondered if she was turned on. It wasn’t like she was too old, at 53, she still had lots going on for her. She had a decent figure, nice eyes and smile. That is, when she did smile.
“Well, I don’t know what will happen from here,” I said to Adam, “but, I guess saying ‘thank you or nice to have met you’ doesn’t sound too appropriate, does it?” His lips formed into a small smile, and he gently leaned over to kiss my lips. “Who knows, maybe we can see each other again, someday,” he said, and walked over to Helen, who let him out for his guard to take him back to his cell.
I simply stared at the closed door, thinking about what had just happened. Helen sat back down with her magazine, and waited for me to get dressed. I had my sexy bra and panties back on when the warden walked in.
“How was he? Did he behave himself? Better yet, did you enjoy yourself?” my husband asked, thrusting his hands in my hair and pulling me in, kissing me fiercely.
At this, Helen did exit the room, locking the door behind her. My bra and panties ended back up on the floor, and once again, I found myself on the bed, this time with the love of my life, and I couldn’t help but smile.
I sure hope the program works.
Life As A Cuckold Pair
There comes a point in your life when you look back at your mistakes and look to the future and what you want to make you happy. After a failed marriage and many failed relationships. I was doing just that, looking seriously at how I could make my future happier.
For a few years I had been interested in cuckoldry, after reading about it as a lifestyle in the old Forum magazines. To be quite honest I was never convinced that I was good enough as a lover and so the idea of cuckoldry grew in my mind.
The reason was simple really, I enjoyed the company of women and wanted them to be happy and content. I truly believe that my partner should be fulfilled in bed for a relationship to be strong.
However fantasy, want and need are two different things. I had made the classic mistake of expecting the porn version of cuckoldry to be like real life. You know the thing the hot looking Milf from videos and stories who always appear to be from a higher standing in society than the cuckold.
I had chosen women like this and to my credit had pulled a few. But once the relationship had progressed enough to feel safe to sound them out about bringing others into the mix it was soon made clear that they only wanted one man in the relationship, and my fantasies were not on the menu.
I took time out and left all the groups that I had joined to find a cuckoldress and began to think about the way to make my fantasy real. It was making me depressed and I got used to the idea of living the last years of my life single.
And then on a cold winters morning I saw her! I was having a cigarette through my window when she walked down my street obviously taking her dog to the local park. What made her stand out even from this distance was how she looked.
She looked to be about my age, late forties. But looked older, like life had not been kind to her. She had long dirty blonde hair which was piled on top of her head. She was slim, and she was dressed sexily for such a cold, damp day.
What do I mean by dressed sexily? Well for a start, what stood out to me was her tight bright red spandex trousers! She also had a black shiny puffer jacket and some black suede boots which looked like they had seen better times.
Now I know that I was trying to get away from the porno version of a cuckoldress and I was. But there was something different about her. She was giving off the aura of a woman who had been around the block a few times, and what’s more she looked like she was still looking for cock.
It was the next day that sealed things for me. Again she was out walking her dog and was dressed similar to the previous day. This time though she had a grey nylon jacket on. And the same suede boots and today Black shiny spandex trousers. This was the sign to me that she was looking for sex, as it was not the type of clothing you would expect to see on the street during