Aphrodisia: Part 2

We’d barely cleared the driveway when Emma tugged her panties off and turned sideways in the seat. Leaning back against the door, she put one foot on the console behind my elbow and the other on top of the dashboard, spreading her legs wide and pulling her skirt up so that I could watch her gently masturbate as I drove. She was wet and aroused, and I struggled to watch the road and watch her touch herself at the same time.Her clit was swollen and erect, and as she touched the tight opening of her vagina it winked at me, glistening with her dew. She purred, “See anything you like?”“Fuck, babe. You know I do. You’re positively dripping, which I guess means that all of that worked for you?”“I’m so horny I could die. Take out your cock so I can look at it while I do this.”“I’m driving; that’s a two-handed job when I’m in this condition.”“I could do it.”“You might cause an accident.”“In your pants?”“Well… yes, that too, but I meant a car accident. If talking on a cell phone is an illegal distraction, just imagine what your bare, wet, horny pussy and you fondling me must be.”“We’ve done it before.”“Yeah, but after dark.”“Darkness just ups the danger level.”I laughed. “Not the danger of getting busted for public lewdness or indecent exposure.”“Nothing we’ll be exposing is indecent.” As I pondered that statement, figuring the police might disagree, she leaned across and pushed her pussy-slick fingers into my mouth, making my cock strain with arousal. “I don’t want to leave pussy juice on your pants… there you go, suck them clean.”I did, with enthusiasm, after which she proceeded to set me free from my increasingly snug pants. It required opening my belt and the waist button along with the zipper, given the utter lack of flexibility of my cock, and involved only minimal pain, but once she’d accomplished her mission she sat back and admired her work. And resumed touching herself, of course.I tried to split my focus evenly between driving and watching, but I know watching was winning, even more so when she began to moan and writhe in her seat. I turned the radio down.Emma moaned, “Great cock, mister. God, I could come so easily.”“Okay.”She laughed. “That’s all, just ‘okay’?”“What? Okay is me being agreeable, right? It means the same as ‘I approve’.”“And you’re nothing if not agreeable.”“I’m just sayin’.”Emma looked at my rigid cock. “You’re also just leaking… a lot!”“Really? Wow, that’s never happened before.”She laughed again. “No, of course not. Only often enough that you should consider adult diapers.”I grinned. “Your fault. And anyhow, we each react wetly, just in different ways.”Reaching across, she dabbed my precum with one finger, then licked it. The second time she did it, she spread it on my lips. “I know. I enjoy being able to make you dribble. I think it’s very cute.”“Thanks. ‘Cute’, huh? I’d prefer ‘manly’, I think.” I licked my lips and made a mental note to try to reduce my salt intake. “We’re almost home, you know, in case you still have that orgasm on hold.”Emma looked around, recognizing our surroundings. “That trip went fast… Guess I was distracted.” She leaned back and focused on herself, dipping her fingers into her wet cunt before pressing firmly on her clit as she made small, rapid circular motions. She soon came hard, her thighs clamping shut on her hand as her body bucked, caught in the throes of her climax.I was trying to watch her and drive, and as I turned into our driveway I almost took out the mailbox. I remembered – barely – to hit the button to open the garage door before I drove smack into it, and as soon as I stopped the car and put it in park, I hit it again to lower the door. By then, Emma’s orgasm had settled into a comfortable afterglow, her moans low in her throat and her body undulating gently rather than continuing the spasms that had rocked her moments before.When Malatya Escort I put my hand on her knee, she obligingly spread her legs, allowing me to watch her gently stroke herself. Her pussy was puffy with arousal and wet, no doubt steaming hot and very much ready for more. Smiling, she said, “I’m good at that, making myself come!”I grinned. “Yes, you are – and at keeping my cock hard and making my balls ache.”“Poor baby! You gonna survive?”“Fifty-fifty chance if we find a way to relieve my suffering soon; otherwise, no. We may both be killed by shrapnel when my balls explode.”“And here I thought maybe you’d like to lick my pussy first…”“I think I could do that.”She rubbed her wet fingers across my lips, and I licked them. “Okay, have at it!”“Here? In the car?” I wasn’t averse to the concept, but the tight quarters, the high center console, and the fact that I wasn’t nearly as limber as I was fifteen years ago… there were logistical issues. “After we get inside, I promise.”“I’ll hold you to that.”“No problem.” I got out of the car and circled it, my cock still sticking out of my pants and baying at the moon – or, more accurately, at the ceiling of the garage – and opened her door. Being a gentleman (as much as one can with one’s dick sticking out) I offered her a hand to help her out of the car. She kissed me, and hand in hand we circled the front of the car, heading for the house door.And that was where I couldn’t stand being a gentleman any longer! I turned her and pushed her forward, her thighs against the fender, and bent her over the hood of the car. She barely managed a yelp of surprise before I’d flipped her skirt up and driven my cock into her ready, well-lubed pussy, balls-deep in one thrust.She managed an astonished, “Oh, God!” at the sudden invasion, but then shoved her ass back hard against me and held on as I seized her hips and began to pummel her pussy, pounding into her. She felt amazing inside, just what I’d needed, and I closed my eyes and growled, my cock in her tight, hot grip.I wish I could say that I’d pounded her until she nearly passed out, that I’d fucked her like she’d never been fucked before and had lost count of her orgasms, that I’d had to hold her up to keep her from slumping to the floor as she passed out from over-stimulation. That’s the kind of superhuman stud that I’d like to claim to have been, given that a large part of her arousal was due to admiring and anticipating a sexual liaison with someone who likely was precisely that, but the truth is that I came in less than two minutes, the first pent-up blast of cum feeling like a baseball passing through my cock.After that, I spurted and squirted and moaned and gasped and twitched and made faces and did all the other stupid human tricks one does amid a powerful orgasm, probably making Emma wonder if I was experiencing pain or pleasure, having an orgasm or a seizure. It was maybe both, but mostly pleasure… and orgasm, but then again, maybe she didn’t notice because she was coming too, also making her share of inhuman sounds, faces, and twitches.She claims to love the feeling of my cock – or, I suppose, any cock, since I was not her first – coming inside of her, the pulsing and swelling as it deposits each spurt of its creamy load deep in her pussy. She says if she’s even in the same zip code as her orgasm at that moment, a cock spasming inside of her will complete the delivery, and it did this time as she came loudly along with me, her pussy squeezing rhythmically on my rigid, swollen organ.Exhausted, my body with no more spine than a jellyfish, I collapsed over her back, both of us breathing heavily. It may have only been two minutes of wild, animal sex, but it was a strenuous and productive two minutes, no doubt equal to at least a half-marathon in terms of cardiovascular Malatya Escort Bayan benefit.  Speaking of vascular, one particular vascularly aided organ was beginning to shrivel, and I heard a wet dollop of cum splat on the garage floor.When it finally slithered out of her, she went “Ooohh!” and we heard another wet plop on the floor. Emma laughed. “You’re a very messy boy.”“You’re the one making the mess; I left all that in a very safe and unmessy place.”“You won’t think so when you see what’s running down my legs. Whew, that was fun! C’mon inside and you can finish what you started.”“Finish…?” I felt pretty well done, at least for a while.“You still owe me a good licking.”“Um…”“You promised!”“I did, didn’t I?”She ran a finger the length of my drooping cock. “You did, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know you have to be in the right mood.”That was true; there were times when I couldn’t wait to dive face-first into her creamy pussy and lick up every bit of what I’d left behind… not coincidentally driving her into a frenzy of orgasms in the process, which was the true reward. Other times I was so spent, my arousal so sated that I had no interest at all beyond perhaps getting a wet washcloth to clean her up a bit, spooning her, and going to sleep.Luckily, this was one of the former, my libido and hers still rocking and rolling along in anticipation of our upcoming adventure, and I led her into the house and to the sofa in the living room, where I did a job Mr. Clean would have envied. Thirty or so minutes later I left her gasping and moaning, shuddering with aftershocks, thoroughly exhausted and squeaky clean. My face looked like a frosted donut, but she was spotless, ready to entertain her next customer… if she could stop twitching long enough for anyone to get lined up with her admirably sparkling pussy.And so it went for the next few days, from Tuesday evening until Saturday when our Aphrodisia experience was scheduled to take place. We’d scheduled the week off, as we would have if we’d been taking a vacation to some exotic locale, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We’d anticipated that the experience might spice up our love life, but we’d assumed afterward, recalling the event; we’d had no idea that looking forward to it would turn us into a couple of insatiable sex freaks!It wouldn’t have required the abilities of Google’s Sycamore supercomputer to graph the frequency and intensity of Emma’s orgasms, we weren’t that crazy; any old Cray would have likely sufficed. I felt like I went to bed every night with the scent and taste of Emma’s pussy in my nose and on my lips and my dick worn down to a nub (a situation I was oddly okay with) only to wake up in the middle of the night or at the crack of dawn with my wife sucking on me, trying to restore poor Willy to his former glory for another round. To be clear, that’s not a complaint, merely an observation.We even wore out two sets of batteries in a couple of her toys (and one of my favorite prostate-poker/ ass buzzers), and I’m talking Energizers, not generic Sam’s Club batteries. That fucking bunny had nothing on us.Emma talked to Jim Travis at Aphrodisia a couple of times during the week with forgotten details – and to choose a honey to attend to me while she enjoyed Andre. She teased me with that, saying she was sure I’d love her choice but refusing to tell me more lest she ruin the surprise.  I spoke with him once myself, adding a little special treat for her; two can play the surprise game!In any event, at midnight Friday, just as my body was finally becoming attuned to being nothing but a sexual plaything for my nympho wife, she called a halt. There I stood with my little poker pecking out when she said, “Ok, no more. It’s midnight.”I was shocked, not to mention left hanging… Escort Malatya or not hanging, as the case may be. “What? We’re stopping now? We don’t go to Aphrodisia till six in the evening!”“I know, but it’s midnight, so now it’s officially Saturday.”“What, you turn into a pumpkin at midnight or something? ‘Cause if you do, it’s okay; I can carve a hole in your side and poke this in there and still accomplish the goal… I don’t even mind the pumpkin goo and the seeds. Vegan sex is in, you know.”“Gross!” She shook her head, grinning. “No. I want to save myself.”“That ship has sailed, babe.”Lucky for me, she laughed. “No more hide the salami, not until after. You can lick my pussy if you want, or suck on my nipples. You can even come on my boobs if you promise to lick it off. No more putting it in me and no more orgasms – for me, I mean. I need to save up for later.”Well, fuck that bullshit! I started to storm angrily out of the room, then decided to come back, where I jerked off on her tits, waited for my cum to trickle down to her pussy, and licked it all up (and she did come, even though she pretended not to) and only then stormed pseudo-angrily out of the room. It may have lost some of the dramatic impact I was initially going for, but I felt better.The next morning over breakfast, Emma put her hand on mine and said, “You’re sure you’re okay with this? It’s not too late to call it off.”It wasn’t… except for the five hundred dollar non-refundable deposit. But that was okay because I did not want to call it off. “No, I’m good; looking forward to it. Do you want to call it off?”“Oh god no! I can’t wait!”“Hmmm… Okay, now I’m having second thoughts. You could have acted a little less enthusiastic about fucking some young stud and his horse cock.”“You don’t want me to enjoy it?”“No, of course I do! I won’t if you don’t. It’s just…”“Jealousy? Is that what’s getting you all of a sudden?”I shrugged. “I guess. Jealousy, envy, whatever you want to call it. But that’s part of it, I expected that. It would be weird if I wasn’t.”She said, “Well, yes, we knew that, right? And I understand the jealousy, because you’re going to have a plaything too, remember? I’ll be jealous of that.”“You won’t even think of that, not while it’s going on.”“Maybe… but now, and after, I’ll be jealous. What is it you’re envious of?”“Oh, you know. The usual stuff – he’s young, hung, good-looking, he’ll have my wife…”“Kenny, you’re good-looking!”“The expression is ‘two out of three ain’t bad’, you know that, right? One out of four is less impressive.”Emma giggled. “Now you’re being silly. And he won’t ‘have me’; only you have me.”“Thank you. I know that, but it’s still nice to hear.”We sat quietly for a while, finishing breakfast and drinking our coffee as the thing that was bothering me most slowly came together in my head well enough for me to articulate it. “Babe, I think the thing is, no matter who I might be with, it will be so much more intimate for you.”“What do you mean?”“Well… okay, here’s the thing. He’ll be inside of you. Inside your body. Sex is more intimate for women, it has to be. I mean, isn’t it?”She frowned. “Um, I don’t…  So, do you not feel it’s intimate when you’re inside of me?”“Sure, but more so for you. I mean, my dick just sticks out there, waving in the breeze. I can grab it – or, better, you can; I could poke it in any hole, it’s an appendage. Nothing enters my body when we have sex.”“Unless I’m using my strap-on or one of your toys on you.” She laughed.“Well yeah, then.” I was blushing – I do enjoy anal play and her fucking me! “And that is more intimate, but it’s not like having someone else’s body enter yours – especially a huge body part like he has. Part of his body will be deep inside your body. It doesn’t get more intimate than that. Guys are just sticking it in; women are allowing it within them, feeling him enter, accepting it…”“Loving it, squeezing it…” She smiled softly. “I’d never thought of it that way, but you’re right. That is intimate. How about when I take him in my mouth, sucking on him with these very lips you so love to kiss? Or when I swallow his cum?”