My One Big Affair Ch. 03

I guess that other than when one or the other of us went to the toilet we were touching from when that food was delivered until eventually, some three and a half hours later, we dressed and left the room. It seemed so necessary and important for that to be happening. It might simply be my leg draped over his or him holding my hand. My fingers on his neck or his rustling my hair. Us holding hands or softly caressing the others arm, fingers or legs where the gowns fell open. And of course lounging around on the big overstuffed sofa listening to Beethoven, Bach and Mozart on the sound system so thoughtfully supplied by the hotel, we'd kiss. As the touching and caressing grew in intensity so our mouths would meet and we'd exchange long tender kisses. Nibbling, licking, biting and exchanging little kisses we'd enjoy each other as we waited for Jack to feel comfortable enough to start making love again.

He was lying back on the sofa. I had one arm around his shoulders my elbow resting on the top of the big cushion he was leaning against. I was turned so that I was half facing him. His hand was in my hair stroking and now and then gently pulling it. My other hand was stroking his face as we exchanged little kisses, endearing comments and lots of smiles. I let my hand run down from his face onto his chest and slid it under the gown. I rubbed his breasts and pinched his nipples fairly hard. I knew he liked that.

I was becoming aroused. I needed him again. I wanted it. I had to have him I was realising as the intensity of our kiss increased. My hand slid further down him and I felt his tugging at the collar of the loose robe trying to pull it off my shoulder and down my arm. I wiggled to help him get it off me so my breasts were bared for him as I slipped my hand further down and onto his penis that was now showing signs of recovering.

At the time Jack was in his early forties and his recovery powers may well have been waning a little, but then he had cum twice I realised as I stroked his softness. We kissed as his hands fumbled around my body that I turned so that I made my boobs easier for him to caress in the rather uncomfortable positions we were in.

"Mmmm," he sighed, stroking me and softly kissing my nipples.

"That's lovely darling," I whispered rolling my head backwards and thus slightly thrusting my breasts at him as I ran my hand over his genitals. His erection was starting, but it was slow. "Is that nice Jack? I asked.

"Oh yes Cat, yes it's wonderful."

"But my darling," I said looking right into his eye, "I think you may need a little more help, mightn't you?"

His eyes sparkling a bit he replied.

"How? What do you mean?"

I didn't speak but instead acted. I said nothing but moved in a way that spoke volumes. I didn't explain but simply demonstrated what I meant by slithering downwards and off the sofa. I made my intentions very clear by kneeling between his opened legs. I didn't tell Jack what I meant by 'you may need a little more help,' but I showed him what that help would be by holding his semi-hardness in my hands and running my tongue along the length of his cock. Words weren't necessary or possible come to that, for then I slid the hardening flesh into my mouth and for the first time began to make oral love to Jack.

It really must be one of the most marvellous feelings for a woman. I can't think of anything similar for a man. It's hard to think of anything else that matches up to the sensations one receives from feeling your lover's cock get hard in your mouth. When that glorious sensation is accompanied by that wonderful look on his face as she squints upwards it really can be a super magical moment.

And as I licked and gently sucked Jack's rapidly stiffening penis I experienced both of those wonderful sensations. The look on his face that was thrown backwards, eyes closed and mouth open with half a smile and half an expression of sheer pleasure was sublime. It showed me how much he was gaining and how much I was giving him. It demonstrated the excitement and the satisfaction he was getting and what he was anticipating from our oral love. And by me doing this to him I was trying as much as I could to express in the clearest possible way a woman can her sexual love for her man.

As it became fully erect it seemed to fill my mouth to overflowing. One of my hands was on his stomach softly caressing its slightly hairy flatness the other was alternating between holding the shaft of his erection and cupping and cradling his balls. His hands were in my hair ruffling and pulling that as I lovingly kissed, licked and sucked him coaxing and urging him back to full readiness to make more love to me.

I had taken it almost out of my mouth and was alternately sucking quite hard and licking gently all around the inflamed purple glands. I was pressing the tip of my tongue right against the hole and running it around his foreskin that had folded back beneath the bulbous head when his hands gripped my hair more firmly and with a shrug of his hips he had surged back into my mouth.

"Oh God Cat, that's fantastic."

"Yes, yes darling," I sort of murmured, despite my mouth being very full indeed.

"It's amazing," he moaned as his hips started to move. "It's so good" he sighed as he started moving in and out.

I stroked his thighs and tummy. I squeezed his balls and ran my fingers beneath him between the cheeks of his bottom. I was ready to do anything for and to him so sexually in love was I at that moment.

"It's incredible," he whined as he started to move faster. Started to thrust. Yes, as he started to fuck my face.

I was prepared for it. I was ready for it and I was willing, eager even, to give him the most precious sexual gift a woman has at her disposal. Yes I was prepared to let him cum in my mouth and to swallow his seed.

But no that was not to be. Not now, not this time.

He pulled himself out and sank down onto the floor next to me.

"Darling that was wonderful but I need us to make love" he said so considerately as he continued with a wry smile. "At my age three times in an evening is an achievement, four might be impossibility.

Laughing in the way that only lovers can we helped each other out of the dressing gowns. Kissing and grinding our bodies together as our passion built up and up our hands were now all over the other's body. He started to push me backwards showing that he was ready to make love again.

"No Jack, like this," I said turning away from him.

I was kneeling and I leaned forward supporting myself by placing my elbows on the sofa. My body was bent almost at ninety degrees at the waist. My breasts hung down with one of my nipples just catching on the edge of the large cushions. My legs were slightly parted and my bottom was stuck out towards him. I knew like that everything that was feminine about me was on show and I wanted that. I wanted him to see my bum. My rotund bottom with the deep crevice and the alluring brown, puckered hole that was not on the agenda for the first time lovers that we were and the blood engorged lips poking out between the back of my thighs.

"Oh God, Cat," he muttered almost in a sob as he stroked the cheeks of my bum sending shivers through me. "That's gorgeous, that's fantastic. You look amazing like that." His hands were all over my bum and the back of my thighs, between the cheeks and along the wet sides of my pussy.

"Mmmmm," I retorted shaking my bum at him. "Well it's all yours my darling." I said rather stupidly for that implied he could have my arse. I quickly went to address that for, although as we'd laid in each other's arms talking sex in the car one time I'd told him I didn't like anal I had to make sure. Opening my legs wider and reaching behind so that my crimson painted nails rested on my pink wetness I sighed.

"Well this is Jack so please, please take it."

When aroused and fully lubricated with legs parted and being entered from behind, penetration is easy. The position of the girl's body reduces resistance and naturally opens her lips and the man being behind and slightly above those lips means just the slightest of pressure and he's in and up her. And that's how it was as I lay beneath my lover in that hotel room. One shrug of his hips and he was in or, as it, rather crudely, went through my mind at the time, his cock surged right up my cunt.

The feeling, though, was sensational. His thrust was quite strong and he plunged very deeply into that open channel so that I felt his balls slap against my arse. He was in as far as he could go and that sensation of being filled to almost overflowing flooded over me. He reached round me to find my breasts so I lifted my upper body from the cushion and revelled in his fingers squeezing the soft mounds of flesh and hardened nipples.

For a while we didn't really fuck. Well not in the terms of him pushing his erection in and out of me. No for a while his cock remained still, buried to the hilt in my pussy. He pulled me so I was kneeling almost straight up and ran his hands up and down my body. He lifted my hair up and pushed it into a pile on the top of my head that I bent forward as he kissed and licked my neck.

His cock in me, his hands on my breasts, nipples and clitoris and his lips and tongue on my neck created a heady cocktail of sensations for me and soon he had me moaning and grunting with pleasure, excitement and anticipation. I tried turning my head so we could kiss but couldn't really get my neck round far enough so instead I kissed him with half my mouth but that was fine for all the other actions more than made up for what I missed from that.

And still he remained buried deep in me without moving. It was then that I started moving. Then that I began squirming gently at first on his cock. Then that I commenced sliding myself up and down. Yes it was then that I started to fuck him.

"Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, Cat," he moaned holding himself magnificently rigid inside me as my pussy slithered up and down on his ramrod-like stiffness.

"Let me fuck you darling," I gasped breathlessly as without even thinking I took my breasts in my hands and started to knead and squeeze them. His hands joined mine and we alternated between him pressing my hands against my tits and pussy and me pressing his onto those places.

It was an amazing mixture. In a way I was screwing him yet in another he was, of course, making love to me, but at the same time I was making love to myself. A very odd but totally marvellous set of sensations.

But of course such subtlety doesn't last. It can't with two aroused lovers that were just getting to know each other sexually. We weren't able to continue that intriguing sort of lovemaking for very long. Other emotions and needs and wants took over. Took over both Jack and me and soon I was on all fours my arms supporting me as he began to surge in and out of me. Doggy style really did live up to its reputation of being the deepest penetration.

In most ways it was the best of the three fucks.

The first had been a little tentative with both of us concerned as to how we'd go together particularly after the ridiculous situation in the car. It had been good but more from relief than from any really strong sexual technique or vast pleasure.

In the shower it was all a little too urgent and hurried. Although hugely satisfying it had happened in a sort of an unplanned blur and again our pleasure didn't come from sexual technique but at the sheer thrill of uninhibitedly making love in such wonderful surroundings.

But there, doggy style, on the thick pile carpet in the middle of the sumptuous bedroom we had the most perfect fuck imaginable.

There was tenderness, technique, experimentation, excitement, soaring pleasures, enormous eroticism and love. Yes it was a fuck full of love. In fact it was not a fuck. We were not fucking. For the first time for some months now I had a man's cock in my pussy and he wasn't fucking me. He was making love to me. Yes Jack was making full, complete and total love to me. My body and mind reacted so powerfully to that to provide me with the most incredible series of orgasms I could remember.

They started slowly. Quite gentle surges of sensation reaching out from the linings of my vagina that his penis was so vigorously stimulating. Seeping out from there the feelings started to pervade every part of my body. They slithered down my thighs making it slightly difficult for me to retain the kneeling posture. They filled my tummy and soared upwards to cover, invade and to fill completely my breasts that began to feel amazingly heavy hanging down from my chest. My mind was also becoming fogged with emotions. I was so excited and aroused with almost every part of my sexual being crying out with pleasure and the need for satisfaction that I started to lose touch with reality. I was moaning and groaning, grunting and sighing with pleasure and want. My head was rolling from side to side and I had to close my legs to gain every last bit of pleasure from his cock that was sliding in and out of me in a consistent rhythm. I was squirming back against him and rubbing my breasts firmly against his hand that was cupping, weighing, kneading and deliciously pinching the achingly sensitive flesh.

"Oh Jack, oh my darling" I moaned almost delirious with the combination of my love for him and the extreme pleasure he was giving.

"Yes darling, yes Cat cum for me, cum hard for me" he growled into my ear as he 'spooned' his body round mine increasing even more the depth of his penetration in me.

How many times he made me cum or whether I just had one, long orgasm I don't know. What I do know was that the level of satisfaction was so great that I'm sure I must have nearly fainted several times. Somehow, though, I think, but I'm not sure, that I remained conscious as he fucked, and fucked and fucked me taking me to areas of pleasure that until that afternoon had, for me, only existed in the most erotic of novels.