The Barista - Sex Stories

The Barista

... sensual kiss.

“Anything for you, my love.” I was happy to lie in the embrace of this Goddess. I had known from the moment I met her all those years ago that I was destined to spend the rest of my life with her. I was blessed beyond all expectation that I, of all people, was the lucky man she chose to give her love to.

In the early days of our relationship, as most couples do, I imagine, we traded fantasies and dreams. Some of those we had made reality while others had remained firmly in the realm of ‘it would be nice to have, but it isn’t going to happen’.

As I said before, we have an open relationship. We are both free spirits and have dabbled with having sex with others, usually with the consent of the other and more than once, each playing a voyeuristic role and watching the other. Anyone we’ve played with has been fully appraised of our relationship, and the expectation is for a little bit of naughty fun.

We aren’t in it to catch feelings and disrupt our lives or anyone else’s. We love each other deeply, so why would we deny each other the pleasure that another lover could bring to our significant other? It’s not wanton promiscuity either; the mood has to be correct, and the person has to be right. It all has to fall right for it to happen. Usually.

I knew she wasn’t mad at me earlier, and as she also knows I’m a pathological truth-teller, she believed I was innocent earlier this morning. However, I can’t deny that I thoroughly enjoyed it, either. I ...

... looked up into her beautiful blue eyes and kissed the tip of her nose playfully, then gave a quick Eskimo kiss, rubbing my nose over hers.

“You know I love you, right?” I asked. I knew she did, and I know she loves me unconditionally too. It’s still nice to hear it from time to time, though.

“Why don’t you come here and show me how much,” she suggested playfully.

I repositioned myself and groaned in ecstasy as my member pushed through her modest labia and into her welcoming and warm pussy. She also groaned as she felt my hardness enter her, stretching her again to complete fullness. It was like we were made for each other, a hand inside a glove.

She kissed me tenderly as I gently thrust into her, feeling my glans graze her cervix. I reached up to caress her right breast and play with the nipple, pinching and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger before allowing my hand to run lazily down her side, gently tickling her side boob.

We kissed and allowed our tongues to resume the ballet they had started this morning. I felt her nails dig into the flesh of my shoulders, then drag down my scapula to the base of my hips before returning the other way, the backs of her nails grazing my skin lightly, sending waves of pleasure shooting throughout my body.

She massaged my cock with the muscles of her pussy, causing a delicious sensation that triggered the beginnings of my climax. I tried to slow myself, but her hips were in tune with mine, so she sped up her rocking ...