Scents And Sensitivity - Sex Stories

Scents And Sensitivity

... "I'm sorry, hun. I suppose I should have said this earlier. But I... I'm saving that for Joan. At least, for now. We can do other things. Just not that, okay?"

To my relief, he offered no objections. "I understand completely. But do you mind if I..." His fingers again found my slick cleft, parting the soft pink folds, and delved deep within, scooping at my inner walls, coating his digits with my sticky honey.

Long, milky strands hung from them as he withdrew, again bringing them to his hungry mouth. After several rounds of this torture, my aching pussy could take no more.

"I need you inside me, Martin," I pleaded softly. "Maybe later, next time, we can explore some more foreplay. Right now I just need to be fucked."

"Of course." Again strong arms lifted me. This time I didn't resist.

With a quick shrug, my kimono hit the floor. Martin was already yanking my panties off.

"Throw them here, if you don't mind," Joan called, startling us both. We turned as one to see her sprawled on the couch, her robe open, legs parted, one hand eagerly rubbing her clit in a strong circular pattern.

Martin tossed my wet panties and Joan caught them expertly with her free hand. She brought them to her nose with an exaggerated flourish and inhaled. "Oh my. He really does have you in quite the state, doesn't he my love? Well, then. By all means, carry on. I am enjoying the show so far."

As I gazed into my wife's lovely blue-green eyes, I mouthed a silent "I love you" before ...

... turning my attention back to Martin.

Dropping to my knees, I reached for his belt. Martin eagerly helped me undo both the buckle and his fly, scooting up then letting me slide his pants, along with his boxers, down and off.

His cock waved at me excitedly. I couldn't help but giggle. It had been a long time since I'd seen one so happy to see me.

Despite my still urgent need, I couldn't help but take a few moments to at least show his cock just how much I appreciated its excitement.

Taking it in both hands, I planted a soft kiss on the head. Martin jumped as if he'd been shocked. "Fuck!"

It was the first profanity I'd ever heard him utter. But it certainly wouldn't be the last. His body shook uncontrollably as my lips again found his swollen glans, enveloping it, sucking at it, my tongue rapidly flicking over the opening at the very tip.

With a firm grip, I slowly stroked him, even as my lips parted wider to accommodate the entirety of his head. My tongue wrapped itself around the underside, gliding over the thick vein as well as that sensitive spot just under the helmet.

"Holy fuck, Tess!" Martin could barely contain his lustful grunts. "I may not hold out much longer, you keep that up. If you still want a good fuck, better get on up here."

Relenting my torture, I happily resumed my earlier position on his now naked lap. "Geez, you liked that so much, just wait til I deep throat you, hun!"

"I truly look forward to that, darlin'" Martin smirked, "but ...