1. A Part Time Wife


    Date: 8/3/2024, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: keylime314159, Source: LushStories 

    ... him. This way, it’s up to Ivan. Right. It won’t be because I invited him to push.

I finished my wine, and I invited him to dance with me. The small band was playing a few slow songs, and we got up, and he held me dancing. It was as sensuous and, yes, arousing as I expected it would be. My head rested on his shoulder, and I continued to feel the same connection I’d felt at first.

I was sighing and making noises of enjoyment as we were moving around the floor. Yes, this was heaven. It was when he kissed me that I made the final decision; I was going to do it. I wanted to feel his rough hands on my tits. I wanted to feel his beard against my thighs. I wanted to feel his cock enter me. And I wanted to feel him cum inside me.

“Ivan, I think the next thing I want is for you to take me to my room, where we’re not in public.”

My decision to make Ivan decide had disappeared in the last moments of his kiss. I wanted it. I wanted him.

When I got him to my room, I told him what I wanted. “Ivan, I want to feel your hands on my tits. They feel so different than …” I couldn’t say the word Justin or the word husband. I just stopped there.

“I want to feel your beard, god Ivan, your beard rubbing against my thighs when you’re licking me, my pussy.” I could feel the heat on my cheeks and neck. I tried to smile, but it didn’t come off.

All Ivan did was start undressing me, saying, “I can do that. Cecilia. I’d love to do that.”

I could hardly move; the sensation of ...
    ... arousal and the need to be fucked paralyzed me. All I could do was make noises of approval—incoherent sounds.

His hands were all over my tits; the rough texture of his hands on them was so different from what I was used to. I moaned when he started undressing because I missed them so much. I wanted them back on my tits.

When he dropped his boxers and I could see what he was going to be fucking me with, I dropped to my knees in front of him and put his cock in my mouth. I licked it, and my hands were on his balls. Bliss, complete bliss.

Ivan pulled me off him and laid me on the bed, my hips on the edge, perfect for what was next. He kneeled between my legs and put his tongue on my pussy, licking me.

“God, Ivan. Ivan Ivan. Yes.” I was almost screaming at that point. When his hands moved back to my tits, I lost the ability to think or talk. I was reduced to just making noises.

His hands were caressing, pinching, and pulling on them; they were driving me crazy. His tongue was probing for the entrance to my cunt. God, yes, my cunt. Together with his touching my clit, I exploded. My hands were holding his face against me, refusing to let him move while I was coming.

His hands became gentle on my tits, and his tongue became tender on my pussy.

I don’t remember much about what we did from then on until he was hovering over me. I reached up and touched his face and kissed him, saying, “Yes, Ivan, now take me. I want your cock. Ivan, take me.”

The sensations I felt as ...
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