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by Keiko Alvarez
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Humor
Description: CJ is a funny, sexy forty-two year old wife and mother with a handsome and loving husband. On the surface, her life seems perfect. There's just one problem--CJ and her husband haven't had sex in two years. But a drunken encounter with a stranger reawakens her sexual urges, and she soon develops a relationship with an exotic couple who lead her on sexual adventures that become increasingly daring and dangerous. CJ spirals out of control until she finds herself in a situation that could destroy everything precious to her, a situation from which, without her husband's love, she could never recover.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, 2008 extasybooks.com
eBookwise Release Date: April 2008
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [376 KB]
Reading time: 256-359 min.
My heart was pounding. My mouth was dry and I could hardly speak. All I saw was Renaldo at the foot of the bed staring into my eyes. When he slipped off his underwear, I covered my eyes with my left arm. I waited for him to take off my top but instead I felt his lips on my stomach, and he started working his way down toward my vagina.
I remembered how often Charlie would give me oral sex, and I remembered how much I had enjoyed it. As I waited to feel Renaldo's tongue inside me, I wondered what had happened, what it was that had turned me off with Charlie.
After what seemed like an eternity, Renaldo finally started licking my clit with the tip of his tongue. I let out a low groan and tried to pull his head harder into me.
"Shhh, Christine," he whispered, "just relax."
Soon his tongue was inside of me, and then one finger, and then two fingers were moving in synch with his tongue. I raised my hips and pulled on his head but he wouldn't use any more force than he was already using.
Suddenly he stopped and sat up and kneeled between my legs. He took me by the hands and pulled me up into a sitting position, sliding my top over my head. He kissed me and, after letting me drift onto my back, he stretched out on top of me and began kissing my breasts. Then, in one determined thrust, his member was deep inside me. I gasped and raised my hips up to meet him. He rotated his hips in a slow, rhythmic, circular movement and I undulated my hips sinuously to match him.
Renaldo kissed me once and smiled, and then he took both my hands and lifted them toward the headboard. There was no way, I thought, that my craving for him could ever be more than it was, but when he held my wrists with one hand and lifted my ass with the other and bent down to run his tongue over my tits and suck on my nipples, fervent desire took hold of me. I tried to free my arms so I could pull up against him, but he wouldn't let me move.
It was exquisite torture.
His pace quickened and his thrusts deepened and I felt my orgasm coming, and so did he. He pushed as far into me as he could and I almost screamed when I came. One fervent orgasmic wave after another gripped me, accompanied by Renaldo's shudders as he pumped his hot cum into me. Our lips locked in a lascivious kiss as we slowed down, and slowed down some more, until we almost stopped moving, but then Renaldo started pushing into me a little bit faster, and then a little bit faster again, and then all of a sudden he was thrusting his hips to me in short, rapid bursts.
He slid both of his hands under my butt and lifted me and pushed even deeper into me. I wrapped my legs around his back and tried to keep up, but I couldn't. He was in complete control, and all I could do was concentrate on the feeling.
"Do you want me to go faster?" he whispered.
"Yes," I groaned.
"Then tell me."
"Tell me to go faster."
"Go faster," I whispered.
"Do you want me to push harder?"
"Then tell me."
"Tell me to fuck you hard."
"I ... I ... fuck me hard. FUCK ME HARD."
I was shocked that I had actually said that, but when I did, it released an energy in me. "Oh, God, yes, fuck me hard, fuck me hard!"
Renaldo fucked me hard, all right. Every last millimeter of his cock was in me and instead of moving in and out he just ground himself against me. When I came, I had to cover my face with a pillow so I wouldn't be heard outside the house.
Back to back orgasms. I couldn't believe it. It had been years--years--since that had happened.
Renaldo propped himself on his elbows and kissed my face and neck and lips while we continued to move together. Then he rolled off me onto his back.
"Well," he gasped, "I guess we know that you haven't lost your interest in sex."
I laughed, and then out of the blue, I started to cry.
Renaldo didn't seem surprised. "Let it out, Christine, let it out."
"Why are you crying?" he asked.
"I don't know," I sobbed.
"Yes, you do. Tell me."
"Because ... because I should be doing this with Charlie."
"So, why aren't you?"
"I don't know."
"What does he like, Christine? What was it that he did that both of you liked?"
"Everything," I said. "Like, I used to love it when he went down on me, but I won't let him anymore."
"You mean you like it when he eats your--how do you say, your cunt?"
I cringed at Renaldo's words, blood rushing to my face. What he said seemed so harsh yet ... yet I kind of liked it. "Yes," I said, I like it when he does that."
"Christine," Renaldo said. "Say it exactly like I said it. Say--I love it when Charlie eats my cunt."
"I ... I love it when Charlie eats my cunt."
"Was that so bad?"
"No," I laughed.
"How did saying that make you feel?"
"Good," Renaldo laughed. "We're making progress. So why won't you let him do it anymore?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'm afraid he'll find the smell or the taste awful and...."
"My, God, Christine. What a crazy thing to say. You tasted wonderful. What's the real reason?"
"I don't know. I really don't."
"Think hard, Christine. When I was doing that--licking you between the legs--did you think of Charlie at all?"
Oh, God, I had. "Yes," I said. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Was there any other time?"
"When we ... fucked ... the second time, I thought of a time when Charlie and I got high and we came about five times in a row."
"So, do you think you can plan a special event for him?"
"Yes, but what if ... what if he doesn't want me anymore?"
"Why oh why would you think that?"
"Look at me, Renaldo. I'm forty two, I'm skinny, my boobs..."
Renaldo put a finger over my lips. "You are very beautiful, Christine. Your breasts--your tits--are perfect. I loved sucking on them, I really did."
"Thank you," I murmured.