cant wait to hear more as this progresses and the sessions that will follow for you guys
love to see pics of juliette's cum covered tits ?
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cant wait to hear more as this progresses and the sessions that will follow for you guys
love to see pics of juliette's cum covered tits ?
Glad you like the stories, buster. Part three will be coming up shortly. But while you're waiting, is this what you're looking for?Quote:
Originally Posted by buster
First times can be hard. The first time I had sex, it was fumbling in the front seat of an Oldsmobile, living out Meatloaf’s “Paradise…” by the light of the moon and the radio. The first time you have sex with a specific partner can be difficult, too. You know what you like, but they don’t. And you don’t know what they like, either. Even just getting started can be awkward. Who initiates? Should we jump right in, or hang out, maybe kiss for a while? And having sex for the first time in a long time may be even harder. Can I still do it? Will this person make fun of me if I’m not porn-star-great right away? Making the first move sometimes takes courage.
When Juliette arrived home after her tryst, I was more excited than I’ve ever been. I wanted to hear all about it, every detail. She seemed nervous, still not sure how I was going to react to the fact that she had just had sex with someone who wasn’t me. We had agreed that I could ask anything, that transparency was key to this working. But I didn’t want to seem too over eager, even though I was jumping out of my skin.
We embraced when she came through the door, and chatted for a while before getting down to it. I really wanted to make sure that she was comfortable with what was happening. After a while, we each got a drink and settled in. In the interest of Beckett’s privacy, I’m not going to go into the details of their encounter. If someday he wants to weigh in, I’ll be happy to have him do so. But so you don’t lose interest, dear reader, I’ll touch on a thing or two that especially made me quiver.
A little way into our conversation, Juliette casually mentioned that, during the festivities, she was blowing Beckett, and he seemed to have a thundering orgasm, but that he hadn’t cum in her mouth. That hit me like a shot! She had been speaking very generally up to that point, not giving much detail to speak of, so the sudden image of her pouting lips wrapped around his cock immediately made it all real. I grew a little weak in the knees, and felt that flush of excitement again, that white heat I felt upon first seeing the pictures. Suddenly, I could imagine her lips sliding over his member, her going deeper and deeper, as I know she likes to do. I could see her looking up at him as she buried her nose in his pubic hair. I knew the gasp of her breath when she came back up off of it with a slight pop. I could hear her voice humming as she drew his rigid pole in again and increased the speed of her sucking. I knew what he must have felt at that moment.
The other moment that really got me was her description of how the pictures I treasured so much had come to be. After what seems to have been quite a fun time for all, Beckett couldn’t hold back any longer. “Well,” he apparently said, “where do you want it?” He knew what our deal was – I wanted pictures of her covered in his cum. And, being a good sport, he was happy to oblige. Juliette duly dropped to her knees and pushed her ample bosom together, saying, “How about right here?” In short order, Beckett laid a good few shots across her balcony. After the initial blast landed directly between her breasts, both nipples scored direct hits,. The sight of those pictures still makes me hard, even a week afterward. The very thought of that glistening trail flowing down between her tits makes me breathe a bit harder.
But this was the best part. She said that, afterward, Beckett had mentioned, “Hey, you missed a spot,” referring to the clean up. “Not really,” her reply came. “It’s drying up nicely on its own.” Now, if you hang around this forum a lot, you may know that Piper, the Gloryhole Princess, started a thread a while back entitled “Dried Cum on Women.” I have been a regular contributor to that thread since she started it, that being a particular kink of mine.
You see, the very crux of all this, for me, is the thought of being ‘naughty’, the notion of showing off a little cheek when it’s a bit inappropriate, or the idea that we have some kind of sexy secret that nobody else knows. That naughtiness is what I find most appealing, as it’s a transgression against the societal norm. A ‘nice’ girl isn’t supposed to have cum on her body under her clothes. A ‘real’ man isn’t supposed to like his woman having sex with someone else; that’s why I find it exciting. Well, having her come home to me with his cum still on her skin was a mind-blower! I had asked that she do that, but didn’t imagine she would.
As our conversation went on, for several hours, I could see that she was tired, and that my odds of having sex with her that night were slim. It was completely understandable – the stress of dealing with so many unknown variables, the effort of the session itself, the time spent getting back, and then talking about it for so long. I was very aware that pushing sex on her at that point would have been counter-productive, to say the least. Besides, I was basking in the glow of this event, freshly introduced to the hotwife experience, and I was loving it. But I was also horny as all get out! I barely slept that night, grabbing a few minutes here and there, only to be awakened by a sexy new thought of how it must have been between them. And I didn’t want to take care of it myself! As she slept that night, I held her in my arms and wanted her like never before.
In the morning, she awoke with a start. “I have to go soon! I have an appointment at 9!”
“Damn,” I thought. “It’ll be hours more before I get any!” My balls were achingly blue by this point.
She got up, and hurriedly walked around to the foot of our bed. “Come here, quick.”
“What for?” I replied. Did I mention that I was sleep deprived? Yeah…
“Do you want a blowjob or not?!” she quipped. Well, of course I did! I sprang up and stood in front of her while she slid down to her knees and pulled at the front of my pajamas. Expertly, she slid my rapidly hardening cock between her lips and began a wet and sensuous sucking. It wasn’t frantic or hurried, as her tone had suggested it might be, but strong and supple, displaying the enthusiasm that I had come to love from her.
It wouldn’t be long, of course, before I would cover her with my seed. There was no way, after hour upon hour of stimulation, that I could hold out for very long. And she knew it. She continued her work, and the thought of her doing this to Beckett just hours before creeped into my thoughts. The image of her blowing him was an intensifier, even if I hadn’t actually seen it. The naughty idea that she had had two cocks in her amazingly talented mouth in the same day was a rush as well, and soon, I was over the edge.
Juliette knows I’m a visual person, and she knows what I like. As a powerful orgasm began to shake my entire body, she pulled her mouth off my dick with a slurp and jacked it over her tits. Blast after blast covered her chest, one breast, then the other, then her neck, then her shoulder… I pumped out more cum than I ever had in one orgasm in my entire life. The sheer volume of sleek, shiny jizz that I pumped onto her that morning was unbelievable. Her entire upper torso was wet with my silky cum, running down over her beautiful rack.
As I staggered to the bed, she got up and grabbed a towel. I saw her dab herself dry, being careful to leave some to dry on its own. She came over and kissed me deeply, said goodbye, and went off to get dressed while I drifted off to sleep, completely sated.
Later that day as I looked across the dinner table at her, it occurred to me – This normal, ordinary, suburban-housewife-type has the semen of two men dried on her tits right now. And that’s when I knew I had the perfect woman for me.
Juliette has a date with Beckett coming up this weekend, and I couldn't be more excited. Stay tuned!
Can't wait to hear what happens :D
also hanging out to hear how this goes
Alas, the date had to be postponed. Life gets in the way sometimes, you know? Anyway, here's to hoping their schedules match up soon. And buster? Since you asked nicely, and waited patiently, Juliette has agreed to share the pictures she sent me on the day of their last rendezvous. These are the actual shots described in the story. And I still find them incredibly hot.
I cant imagine how you find them awesome pics incredible hot who wouldn't
with a delay the anticipation builds for us as well as you and of course Juliette
thank you both
It’s a beautiful picture. I can’t show it to you, so you’ll have to trust me. Why do I think it’s beautiful? She looks so peaceful, so carefree, so sated, so glowing…so sexy.
Juliette had her second date with Beckett this past weekend. It was Labor Day in the US, the holiday that marks the end of summer. The weather was warm and dry for us, though Hurricane Hermine had landed down south. The long holiday weekend had finally given Beckett the time to entertain Juliette, after many near misses. As she got ready to go that morning, I kept finding myself wanting to caress her, to help her dress, even to take her once more before she left. But I thought better of that last one; this isn’t a competition, it’s a celebration: a celebration of her, and I didn’t want to ruin it for anyone.
Still, she smelled so good, and hummed a happy tune as she dressed. She put up her hair in a tight bun and sprayed it, freshly showered, smelling of vanilla and musk. She seemed at ease, humming softly as she packed her bag with lube and dildo and vibrator. They had been chatting more frequently, and it seemed that this time would be less awkward, more at ease and sensual. As we both walked out to our cars, I couldn’t keep my hands off her, but I tried to keep it soft, not pawing lustily, but caressing her arm or holding her hand as I sent her off to another man.
“Thanks for being so hot,” I told her, then kissed her and closed her door.
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“You know, it might be a while this time,” she had said to me the day before. “Not a problem,” I replied. “Just have fun, and text me when you can.”
But now it was getting later and later, and I still hadn’t heard, or more importantly, seen anything. She had left before 9 that morning, and I was working all day, so at least I was occupied. But now it was after 4, and my phone still hadn’t rung. The anticipation is part of the thrill for me, but this was getting excruciating. They couldn’t possibly still be going, could they? Were they at it a second time? Third? More? Jesus, she wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone drive home, if that were the case!
But oh, would that be sweet, to get her back, well fucked, exhausted, satisfied. I would love to carry her to our bed and take care of her. Undress her, smell her sweat and scent, lay her down, massage her, hold her as she drifted off to sleep. Who knew if that’s what would happen? It was 5:30 now, and still nothing.
I busied myself as best I could while my mind raced. What was going on? I didn’t want to be needy, or ruin their mood, but I was getting restless. Should I text? No, I’m sure everything’s fine. But what if it wasn’t? Why hadn’t I heard anything yet? “Relax,” I told myself. “She said it might be all day.” Okay, okay…
It was right about then that my phone buzzed in my pocket. Finally, I’d know something! I pulled it out and looked at the screen. It was Juliette, all right. Opening the text app, I saw it immediately – her face filling most of the screen. Her eyes were hooded slightly, with a serene, peaceful look. Her hair was tousled, with a wild, just-had-sex messiness that has made many a Hollywood starlet famous. Her rosy lips were pursed in a slight sexy smile. She had been well treated this time, that’s for sure.
But there was more. Looking more closely at the photo, it became immediately apparent that she had not been the one to take the picture. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, and she was lying belly-down across the messy sheets, face toward the camera. The shot was taken from the same level as she was lying, but at an angle that made it impossible for her to have taken. Then I noticed, stretched alongside her in the sheets, his leg, his calf and foot protruding from beneath the covers down the length of the bed. This was the first real evidence that she was with another man. She had taken the pictures the previous time, with no sign of Beckett in the frame. This time, though, there he was, taking the picture of my naked love beside him, her afterglow the proof of his virility. Then, I read the second text.
When it first came in, I hadn’t noticed it, as I was too busy marveling at the photo. But when I read it, I got suddenly harder than I now noticed I had been while studying the picture. “You have to zoom in on the lips and chin. See you in about an hour.” Staring at the image on the tiny screen of my phone, I had missed the best part entirely! Glistening on her bottom lip and coating her chin was a sheen of slick, shiny cum. And hanging just on the corner of her mouth, a tiny drop clung, ready to run down at any moment. This moment made the wait worth it. The white-hot ardor washed over me, and I couldn’t wait for her to get home. I was so horny, I had to take care of it, the sooner the better. But then I thought – What if she gets here, unshowered, ready to go again? That would be the greatest! So I waited…
As I’m sure you’ll understand, Juliette feels we can’t share this picture, as her job is very important to her, and this sort of thing wouldn’t go over well at the office. But the rest of the story gets better, and I can’t wait to tell it. But you’ll have to wait, just like I did. ;)
Not sure who to direct this to, but thanks for making us Member of the Week! It's an honor!!
J&F