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This part of the story might better be named "me, her, but not him." As it turns out, Donald was quite the homebody. He wasn't into going out for dinner, music, or anything. Don't know if he just didn't care for it or was cheap. But as sexually satisfied as he kept Kendall -- or as satisfied as one man could -- she was yearning for another kind of action.
So I asked if I could take her out. She was thrilled, and Donald had no objection. I planned a night of dinner and dancing. We met in town and she got in my car. I took her to a very romantic restaurant; candlelight and white tablecloths. She looked so good, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. At that moment, I wished for the first time that she were single and we might be a couple.
Although I knew that wasn't possible, this sure felt like a first date. Forget that I already had fucked her, this was new and fresh. And she enjoyed it very much.
After dinner, we drove to the country hall where they hold monthly contradances. This is a form of dancing evolved from traditional English dance that is particularly popular in New England. One of the best parts of it is that you get to dance with many partners, so it's a legitimized form of flirting. There are line dances (men across from women, thus "contra"), other forms of group dances, and couple's dances such as waltzes and schottisches. Most of the group dances have a step where you swing your partner, and experienced dancers will look into each others eyes as they do. It can be hot. And then you move on to the next partner.
Kendall loved the attention she received, and danced every dance. When the dance was over, we returned to my car, which was in a dark secluded area of the parking lot. I didn't want the night to end. I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed back with a vengeance. It became a full-on make-out session.
I reached under her blouse and began massaging her breasts over her bra. She leaned her head back, and I began kissing her neck. I reached my hands around her and undid the bra. I lifted her blouse and began licking and sucking her nipples.
Suddenly she leaned forward and grabbed for my belt. She undid my belt and button jeans. She reached in and grabbed my throbbing cock and began stroking it as she moved her face back to mine and aggressively tongue-kissed me.
As she did this, I ran my hands up her left leg and thigh and started pulsing my hand over her pussy. Her breathing became labored and I felt a growing dampness under my hand. After a few moments, she let out a deep sigh and collapsed into me.
After a minute or so, she smiled and gave me a sweet kiss. I said it wasn't so very late, and suggested we go to a nearby motel. But she wouldn't have it. She said that would feel like cheating, and she had never had sex with another man unless Donald was there.
She offered to finish me off, but I thanked her and took a pass. All I really wanted at that moment was to make love to her, and if I couldn't do that, the rest didn't matter.
I drove her back to her car. She thanked me profusely for a wonderful evening. I told her how much I enjoyed her company, and although I was disappointed she would go to a motel with me, I hoped I could visit her and Donald again at their house. She assured me I could, and said to call her the following week.
I drove home, all the time fantasizing about what it would have been like at the motel. I wondered if she had told me the real reason she wouldn't go. It pleased me to think that maybe she was liking me too much, but at the same time I had never wanted to be a wedge in her relationship with Donald.
When I was home, I immediately set to consummate my fantasy lovemaking with Kendall, and had one of the strongest self-inflicted orgasms ever. Sleep was easy after that.
read part 2
This part of the story might better be named "me, her, but not him." As it turns out, Donald was quite the homebody. He wasn't into going out for dinner, music, or anything. Don't know if he just didn't care for it or was cheap. But as sexually satisfied as he kept Kendall -- or as satisfied as one man could -- she was yearning for another kind of action.
So I asked if I could take her out. She was thrilled, and Donald had no objection. I planned a night of dinner and dancing. We met in town and she got in my car. I took her to a very romantic restaurant; candlelight and white tablecloths. She looked so good, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. At that moment, I wished for the first time that she were single and we might be a couple.
Although I knew that wasn't possible, this sure felt like a first date. Forget that I already had fucked her, this was new and fresh. And she enjoyed it very much.
After dinner, we drove to the country hall where they hold monthly contradances. This is a form of dancing evolved from traditional English dance that is particularly popular in New England. One of the best parts of it is that you get to dance with many partners, so it's a legitimized form of flirting. There are line dances (men across from women, thus "contra"), other forms of group dances, and couple's dances such as waltzes and schottisches. Most of the group dances have a step where you swing your partner, and experienced dancers will look into each others eyes as they do. It can be hot. And then you move on to the next partner.
Kendall loved the attention she received, and danced every dance. When the dance was over, we returned to my car, which was in a dark secluded area of the parking lot. I didn't want the night to end. I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed back with a vengeance. It became a full-on make-out session.
I reached under her blouse and began massaging her breasts over her bra. She leaned her head back, and I began kissing her neck. I reached my hands around her and undid the bra. I lifted her blouse and began licking and sucking her nipples.
Suddenly she leaned forward and grabbed for my belt. She undid my belt and button jeans. She reached in and grabbed my throbbing cock and began stroking it as she moved her face back to mine and aggressively tongue-kissed me.
As she did this, I ran my hands up her left leg and thigh and started pulsing my hand over her pussy. Her breathing became labored and I felt a growing dampness under my hand. After a few moments, she let out a deep sigh and collapsed into me.
After a minute or so, she smiled and gave me a sweet kiss. I said it wasn't so very late, and suggested we go to a nearby motel. But she wouldn't have it. She said that would feel like cheating, and she had never had sex with another man unless Donald was there.
She offered to finish me off, but I thanked her and took a pass. All I really wanted at that moment was to make love to her, and if I couldn't do that, the rest didn't matter.
I drove her back to her car. She thanked me profusely for a wonderful evening. I told her how much I enjoyed her company, and although I was disappointed she would go to a motel with me, I hoped I could visit her and Donald again at their house. She assured me I could, and said to call her the following week.
I drove home, all the time fantasizing about what it would have been like at the motel. I wondered if she had told me the real reason she wouldn't go. It pleased me to think that maybe she was liking me too much, but at the same time I had never wanted to be a wedge in her relationship with Donald.
When I was home, I immediately set to consummate my fantasy lovemaking with Kendall, and had one of the strongest self-inflicted orgasms ever. Sleep was easy after that.
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Interesting dynamic. She seems loyal to her situation. Very hot though. I could see why you wanted the motel room.
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