By Ambrosia Vynne
Mike's day was brutal.
He reflected the ups and downs of his day, as he analyzed the content
of his refrigerator. Being the Senior Financial Analyst for a
major aerospace company in Southern California was trying, at best.
His wife decided to take the kids to her mother's this weekend, so the
house was his. He loved his wife and kids very much, but
sometimes, all the responsibility just got to him. Afterall, he
was only 33. At 33 life shouldn't be so predictable. All
he had to look forward to was going to work and coming home.
The cycle repeated its self day after boring day. On one level
he enjoyed the steady unchanging lifestyle. He liked that it was
predictable, and without change. On another lever he
craved excitement like a starving man. He wanted to experience
something new.
After examining the
contents of the refrigerator for 10 minutes, Mike decided to order a
Pizza. His wife wouldn't like it, if she found out. She
had created several color coordinated meals for him. Blue is for
tonight, which consisted of Pot Roast and Potatoes. Yellow for
tomorrow lunch, and Purple for dinner. Each color had a complete
meal. He wanted to step out of his predictable chains, just for
a few hours. Therefore, he was ordering a Pizza.
Ordering a Pizza was
always an action filled with so many decisions. Which
Pizza Parlor should he order from? What did he want on his
Pizza? What else did he want? As he sat down in his
comfortable chair, the telephone book open to Pizza's on his lap, he
slowly viewed his options. A name popped from the page, as he
wonder could it be... Several years ago, right when he had
gotten married, he had met this girl. She was everything you
wouldn't want in a wife. She lived her life at full speed,
in the fast lane. He had heard she opened a little Pizza Place,
but he assumed it was someplace back east. She was the best Fuck
he had ever had. She had so much energy and was so creative.
She would go down on him and suck him dry. Could it be...
He dialed the number and
asked if Sarah Parker owned the establishment. He was
surprised that his assumption was correct. Sarah, herself,
answered the phone. Mike and Sarah discussed old times for a few
minutes, before Mike got the courage to ask the question.
"Why don't you come over tonight", Mike suggested.
"My wife is out of town for the weekend, and I would love to
spend time with you, for old time sakes! Oh, and could you
possibly bring a Pizza."
Sarah was shocked but
amused. Mike calling her after all this time. Sure,
she could close the shop for the weekend or have her manager cover for
her. Mike was the best fuck she had ever had. He
knew how to please her, like no other man could. There was never
a chance of anything else, though. Mike wouldn't last one week
in her very fast paced life. She agreed to "deliver"
the Pizza at around 10pm, after she closed her shop.
Arriving at his door step,
filled with eager anticipation, she checked her appearance one last
time. She had gained a little weight since the last time she saw
him. Her appearance had changed somewhat, would that matter.
She felt the butterflies tickle her tummy, as her nervous tension
filled her. She also felt the growing wetness between her
thighs. She was dripping with anticipation. Her nipples
had grown taught with the sound of his voice and had stayed firm and
ready for action up to now. Her body coursed with sexual
expectation, as her finger pressed down the bell.
Mike opened the door, an
looked at Sarah. She hadn't changed. If only he had
met her before he was married, being able to fuck her every day,
versus once a week. If only... He asked her in and
motioned her to his living room. He felt like he was on his
first date, filled with everything he wanted to do, but the desire not
to screw up. Sarah placed the pizza on the table, as she looked
around the room. The room was very conservative. She just
couldn't live in a house like this. Her home was filled with
black iron and glass. Her sofa and other furnishings were black
leather. She loved cobalt blue glass, and generously decorated
her rooms with various blue vases and glass sculptures. This
room was so tight, so conservative in color and shape. She felt
almost claustrophobic.
She turned facing him.
As she approached, Mike noticed the slight swing of her hips. He
already boasted a woody that was ready to explode. She was
killing him with anticipation. "Nice place you got
here", she said. Liar, liar, liar, screamed Mike in
his mind. He had seen the look on her face. His place was
too conservative for her. "Thanks", Mike replied.
Sarah couldn't stand this
small talk any longer. She had always been the aggressor in the
relationship, like old times. Sarah approached him like a tiger
sneaking up on her next meal. She grabbed the back of his head,
gripping a bunch of his hair, pulling him to her. She hungrily
kissed his mouth as she groped the front of his pants. Mmm, he
was hard already, she thought. She tore open his shirt, not
caring were the buttons flew. Her kiss deepened, smothering his
mouth with her love. Yes, she loved him in her own way.
She loved fucking him! She whispered, "I got a surprise for
you", as she directed his hand under her shirt.
Lately, for the last 3 or 4 years, she had stopped wearing underwear.
She worked out so often, that her firm breast did not need any more
support. Besides, she hated being confined!
Mike groped his under her
shirt, realizing that she was not wearing a bra. The
realization did not shock him, it was just like her. The breast
felt different, it was so firm and large. He pulled the shirt
off her, bearing her chest. Her nipples were so hard, as
he sucked on them. While sucking on her nipples, she unzipped
his pants and pulled out his "winky". That was her
nick name for his penis. She continually said to him, it was not
a matter of size, but how a man used what he got. Mike was
sensitive about his penis. He knew he was "blessed"
with a somewhat small cock, but he always tried to compensate for his
smallness. Sarah had the ability to relive him of his self
consciousness, and allow him to perform to his best.
They had moved to the
floor, as they continued to undress each other. As Sarah
removed his socks, she sucked each one of his toes, massaging his
whole foot. Slowly, she moved up his body, nestling her head
between his thighs. Sarah took his cock into her mouth, as
she played with his balls. He had a delightful, musky smell to
him. She had often missed him, but she was uncertain on how to
reestablish the connection.
They had worked for the
same aerospace company, long long time ago. It was during
the time she was fighting against herself. She felt different
than the other people she knew. They were happy with the 9 to 5
grind, going to work and going home. They were happy living the
same life day after day. She was bored. She wanted more.
When she was laid off, she viewed it as a release from prison.
She decided to open her own business. She didn't have much
capital, but she thought "you only live once!". That
had been almost 5 years ago. Some months were very tough
and others were very easy. But bottom line: She was
her own boss! She left behind her not only all her old friends,
but Mike the best lover she had ever experienced.
As she continued to suck
him, moving her tongue over the shaft of his hard cock, he started to
leak. She didn't want him to cum, just yet. Mike wanted to
cum in her mouth, and struggled to stay right there. But she
insisted removing him. She slowly crawled up his body,
lighting a heated path. She straddled her legs over his waiting
cock, teasing the tip with her wet folds. "Do you want
it", she whispered. "Yessss...", he hissed.
"Were you a good boy? Do you deserve it...", she
teased.
Again her mouth met his
and they deeply kissed as she plunged his cock deep inside her hot
pussy. Oh, she was so wet, Mike wanted to shoot his full load.
She gyrated her hips, causing him to move even deeper inside.
Her hot walls holding him tight, squeezing his hard cock, holding it
deep inside her. She pumped him in and out, refusing to allow
him to move. She had pinned his arms above his head, holding him
immobile. He struggled against her, half wanting to touch her
and half wanting to stay pinned. He arched his body welcoming
the cum, as his hot juice sprayed deep inside her womb. She
growled like a wild animal, before she grabbed a handful of hair
pulling his mouth to hers. She sucked down his tongue, as her
body shuddered with her own orgasm.
Unbelivingly, Mike's
"winky" started coming to life. It re-hardened inside
her and was ready for more. This phonenomon only happened with
Sarah. He had been married to his wife for 6 years and he never
got hard right after cumming. They usually had sex once and then
went to sleep. Sex with his wife was enjoyable. It was a
relaxed calming motion that passed like most of his days.
With Sarah, sex was an almost violent act filled with intense sexual
electric fushion of atoms splitting within themselves, causing an
explosion of the senses! With Sarah, he was able to cum 9
to 10 time a night. His body wanted more and more... His
cock stood to attention in her tight pussy, ready to burst more seed.
Sarah knew her power over
this poor mortal man. She had this power with most men, but she
enjoyed it most with Mike. He had something, the others did not.
She slid off his cock, welcoming his groan. She knew he wanted
more, but she wanted to tease him. It is not worth having unless
he has to work for it. She moved off of him, and stumbled
to the first open door. Peering in she found what she was look
for, a bathroom. A nice hot shower, with his cock buried deep up
her ass! Mike followed her like a puppy, he had no choice.
This women could lead him to a cliff and he would jump, following her
down the rock depths. She had a power over him he could not
name. Why hadn't he contacted her before this. He
had become so contented with his life as it was, he forgot what he was
missing. Today, something happened that was a catulest,
causing him to make some changes in his life. His wife would
never know about those changes, she would never understand.
But hopefully, Sarah would want to be a fulltime fixture in his
otherwise boring life. Together they will journey the road of
great sex, exploring their animalistic natures...
Sara ran the water hot and
stepped under the shower. Mike followed, picking up a sponge as
he went. He lathered soap over the sponge and moved it across
her body. There was something erotic about taking a shower with
this creature. She took the sponge from him, lathering it
between her thighs. She turned facing the wall and placed his
hard cock between her butt cheeks. He shoved his hard cock up
her welcoming ass. Her body convulsed first with pain and then
pleasure. The first few moments of penetration felt as if a hot
iron was splitting the body open, and then pulsing warm pleasure
soothed the nerve endings. She could feel another orgasm growing
as he plunged deeper inside her. Mike gripped her breasts from
behind, crushing his body into hers, as the hot stream of water
sprayed over them. She turned her head, accepting his urgent
kiss. Her ass was so tight and so wet. The hot water
running down his skin was adding to the growing sentation, as his body
tensed to cum. For the second time that night, he released his
load into her, welcoming the waves of pleasure that plunged his mind
and soul into the bottomless pit. She turned, wrapping her
arms around him, gently kissing him...
"Darling", she said "could we do this every week, about
this time..."
