Curse of the gypsy woman - part two - Sex Stories

Curse of the gypsy woman - part two

... concerned husband. But after the first hour it seemed to become a lot easier, and she thought it was like being d***k. The first time Melissa drank, she got very d***k. Her world had been spinning and, just like this evening, she had not been able to control her thoughts. She had not been able to control her body either, loosing balance all the time and not being able to get her hands underneath herself as she fell. This was just like that, and just as when she was d***k that one time, she discovered that if she lay perfectly still, trying hard to collect her thoughts, the d***ken feeling would go away. Maybe that was it? Maybe she just had too much sex today and it had made her d***k on sexual lust? She f***ed herself to sit up, her husband watching her with worried eyes. He returned the smile as she smiled at him and that seemed to reassure him somewhat, but he still kept watching over her to make sure she was all right. She liked that. “I have to go away for a few days next week,” he suddenly said. Then he seemed to think about it for a while before saying. “But if you are unwell, I can try to figure out a way to stay at home.” “No, please. It is nothing, really. I was just feeling a little dizzy. Nothing that can't be fixed with a good night's sl**p.” “Are you sure?” She nodded. That night they made love, and for the first time in years Melissa enjoyed it. This time it was not just something she did out of duty for her husband. This time she could feel every inch of his ...

... cock penetrate her pussy and have lust fill her as he moved in and out of her. She was wet and slippery and the way he moved above her, rubbing himself against her, occasionally rubbing against her clit made her ghasp silently with pleasure, and as he came, shooting his cum deep inside her womb, she too had her orgasm; the first orgasm she had ever had with another person. Her body was thrilled as she shook with pleasure and held him tightly against her. “Did I hurt you?” he asked worryingly. “No, silly. I had an orgasm,” she smiled. “Thank you! I love you!” And with that they both fell asl**p and Melissa felt completely satisfied for the first time that day. The next day she was sorry to see him leave for work again, standing in the kitchen window to watch him get into the car, pull out of the driveway and go eastward down the road. Then she sat down by the table to drink her coffee and read the newspaper. She'd only been reading for a few minutes before noticing the itch between her thighs. “No,” she thought. “I have to fight this urge. I don't want to go back to the way I was feeling yesterday evening.” But her pussy seemed to have a mind of its own, and the urge to feel it, to touch the delicate, shaven skin on her pussy lips became almost unbearable. And her mind started thinking about the magazines again. “It couldn't hurt,” her mind told her and before she knew what was happening, she was heading up the stairs to find the small bundle hidden away in her closet. Flipping ...