the sportscar, part 2

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Ah, the Fairfield Inn. Great setting for a night of hot sex. I did my best to set a mood. Brought candles and champagne.

Until this night I, age 39, had only had sex with one woman in my entire life. This night was a big deal and I prayed she wouldn't change her mind about coming. I tried to ignore the coincidence that she had the same name as my ex.

She arrived at the designated time, wearing a slinky black dress and heels. It wasn't long until she was sucking my tongue out of my mouth. I think she was hungry. So was I.

Wasn't much longer before I was removing all her clothes, including the lacy black bra and panty set.

She had large, soft breasts with big, hard nipples. So much fun to suck on. And doing that with just a little finger action produced an O. And then another. O, o o o o o! They weren't big ones, but they were sure plentiful.

Flip, and then I'm on my back, she pulling my pants off. She kissing my mouth and then my nipples and then following the trail down to that special place. She licked and fondled and sucked my cock, and stroked it while she licked and sucked my balls.

Then on with the rubber and she rode me, cowgirl style. Yippie-tai-yai-yea! Every minute or so she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut and I felt the contractions.

Now we were sweaty and out of breath, so we took a break. Had some bubbly. Cuddled a bit.

Then the phone rang. Well, no-one I knew knew I was there. But she had told her man, and so this was a safety check. Not a bad idea. Quick call, everything's OK.

We talked some, and I told her about the couple I was going to see that weekend. The idea of a threesome intrigued her. She asked if she could invite her man in. I wasn't enthusiastic about it, but felt I couldn't say no.

She called and he showed up in about ten minutes. Seemed like a nice guy. She sat at the edge of the bed as he stood before her. She pulled his pants down and started blowing him. I reclined to watch. He had a long schlong. I'm not great on measurements, but I'd say it was at least nine inches. But he just couldn't get into it, didn't get hard. I guess the guy with the big dick was intimidated by little ol' me. Just not comfortable being nekkid with another guy. It was a little uncomfortable. They spoke quietly for a moment, then he begged off and left.

I was worried that this incident would kill the mood, but she recovered quickly and we were all over each other again. She wanted to fuck some more, but first I thought I would like a taste.

She permitted me to go down on her, and again she proved herself ready for a case study on multiple orgasms. I had two, then three, fingers inside her as my other hand tweaked her nipples and I sucked on her growing clit. O, o o o o o! I lost count.

Then I rolled on another condom and entered her missionary style. She wrapped her legs tight around me and we just pounded into each other for quite a while.

As good a time as I was having, I couldn't come. Probably the condom's fault. I pulled out, she removed the condom and proceeded to jerk me off while we made out. Eventually I came hard, spurting all over her breasts and stomach.

After some cuddling, we dressed and thanked each other for a good time. She said to call her and we'd do it again. I sent flowers to her work the next day. I did call later, and again a few times more, but no answer and no return call. Maybe she was happy just to have the one-time thing, but I think it was bringing her man in that became the problem. It's one thing to play around on the side, even openly, but it's a much greater challenge to watch your other half doing it live and up close. I think it's a great risk for couples, and clearly didn't work for these two.

But it was a breakthrough night for inexperienced me, and I have very fond memories of my two evenings with her.