0 comments/ 15429 views/ 2 favorites Airport Rendezvous By: |-|eaven_Tonight The airport was crowded and overheated - the result of too many bodies and too little ventilation. She sat eagerly on the edge of her seat, crossing and recrossing her legs impatiently. The flight was on time, but she had arrived early and set to stay until it landed; the plane was carrying precious cargo. She was to meet her master for the first time. Thoughts of how many times he had pleased her in writing made her quiver - how wonderful it would be once he was actually with her! She was wet just thinking of it. Leaning forward on her seat helped rub in the right places, but she was very hot. When the plane did arrive, she leapt to her feet and started scanning the crowd with eager eyes. Man after man passed and she looked at each one, but no glimmer of recognition was in their eyes as they glanced and hurried past. Finally, she felt a hand on her shoulder, hot breath on her neck. She turned and smiled up happily at her Master. His kiss took her breath away; his tongue slipped hotly into her mouth and she sucked it gently. He rubbed his bulge against her, and whispered to her. She looked alarmed but nodded, and allowed him to lead her toward the men's room. Wide blue eyes took in the dinginess of the airport washroom, but her Master did not let her idle; she was soon pushed against the clammy cold wall of the stall and not caring about either characteristic. He secured the lock and turned to face her. They kissed again deeply and she felt his hand on her breast. She gasped a bit and did not know quite what to do. His hands reached around behind her, lifted away her shirt, unfastened her bra, and soon his hot mouth was nuzzling at her breast. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as her nipples stiffened in his expert mouth. He unfastened her jeans and slid down her panties, and soon fingers were probing her intimately. She groaned, not knowing quite how to handle all the sensations. His fingers were soon replaced with a tongue, and she went crazy with his lickings. She was so wet and she ached for him... The door of the washroom opened and closed; water began to run in the sink. He put his fingers to his lips and motioned for her to keep silent as he unzipped his pants. Her eyes widened at his member, which was soon probing her, entering... She bit her lip and sucked in air hard, riding high on ecstasy made even more wonderful by the added element having to keep silent... Fortunately the visitor had left by the time her wonderful Master had pushed her past the wall she had herself unable to overcome, for a groan of satisfaction that would not be stifled escaped her lips. He came, hot and gushing inside of her. For a moment they rested, then he helped her get dressed again. She freshened up a bit at the mirror and they left to call a taxi. The clerk at the hotel gave them an amused look as he checked them in. She was already hot again, aching for her Master's touch and caresses, wanting his words of praise, wondering how she could serve him. She could hardly wait to get to the hotel room, so eager was she. The day was warm and the hotel air conditioning was not working quite as well as could be desired. The heat had made her Master uncomfortable, so he decided he would have a shower before anything else. She sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, listening to the falling water and imagining him soaping himself... and she could restrain herself no longer. She slipped out of her clothes, silently entered the bathroom, and stood outside the shower door. He saw her through the hazy glass, and opened the door so she could enter. He ran his hands through her damp hair and kissed her, their naked flesh meeting and sliding over one another. She took the soap and began to tenderly lather her Master, exploring as she did so. He rose to attention and commanded her to take him into her mouth. With the water running down her face, she opened her mouth and took him inside, rubbing the underside with her tongue. She looked up at her Master for approval and received it. She grew a little bolder and began to suck. He took her hands and placed him on his balls, showing her how to rub them. She paid close attention, eager to learn how to please her Master and growing wet where the shower did not touch her. She futilely tried to rub her clit, but was as always unsuccessful. Her Master, being as wonderful as he was, saw this and smiled. He took her from her knees and pinned her against the shower wall. His expert fingers found the spots that felt best, and soon she was gasping and moaning loudly, becoming wetter and throbbing with desire. He increased the friction and sucked on one breast, teasing the nipples. She began to pant and buck her hips, and soon he entered her, standing up in the shower. The feelings were intense and she screamed as she came, feeling his power surge inside of her. When all was finished, they washed each other off gently and dried one another. She was exhausted, emotionally and physically. Her Master gestured for her to come into the bed. She did not have nightclothes with her and had never before slept with no clothes at all. She slid between the sheets beside him and felt him gently move close so the curves of her body fit against him. She snuggled closely and gave her Master an adoring smile, knowing there was much more fun to be had before he returned home. *** At this point the story changes to first person, the man who was my Master was not pleased by the way I had written the first part. *** I wake up from a sound sleep, my legs entangled in yours with your arms possessively around me. I smile to myself and gently wiggle my way from your grasp and walked, unclothed, to the telephone to order your breakfast. My nipples are hard from the cold, and my body is trembling from the previous night, when my virginity had been taken by the one who owned me. I am a bit sore but completely happy as I gave the order to room service. As I hang up the telephone I find your eyes on me, drinking in my nudity. I blush fiercely and try to cover myself, but with a shake of your head I refrain from doing so, standing, trembling in your vision. At your gesture I cross the room and crawl back into the warm bed with you. I am surprised to find your cock is hard, and I again ache to have you inside me, but room service is prompt and a knock at the door brings me springing from the bed again to answer. I remember to grab a gown and wrap myself to answer the door. I did not hear you get up as I pulled the covers from your food; I knew you were behind me when my gown loosened and gentle fingers caressed me from behind. Breakfast temporarily forgotten, I turn and kiss you deeply, putting my arms around your neck, pressing myself against you and submitting to whatever could be your will. You tease me for a few moments, smile, and tell me to bring your breakfast. You tell me your decision on your plans for the day: you are not pleased with how I clothe myself, and you wish to find some more suited. We dress and leave the room soon after eating and seek a shopping centre. There, you choose items for me which make me blush, and insist I try them on and model them for you. I feel more naked than clothed as I come out of the dressing room in silky teddies and other such garments. The store was not crowded, so no one saw you slip into the change room with me. The stall had a fitting door and a lock, but it was small. I pressed against the wall with your body against me as you told me how much the piece of silk hanging off me pleased you. Your fingers soon caress my nipples through the thin material and your other hand grinds against my cunt. I grab onto the walls and bite my lip to keep from crying out, as I moan for you to fuck me. "Please, Master!" I gasp, your fingers driving me wild, "Fuck me! Master, please!" You are pleased by my submissiveness and your impressive cock is soon removed from your trousers and playing with my pussy lips. Unable to stand a minute more of the exquisite torture, I push my hips down and impale myself on you, barely managing to keep silent as I do. I moan about how sweet and good a Master you are under my breath as you ram your cock into me, taking me to heights unknown. The walls seem to shake with orgasms and the silk clung to my perspiring body. We cling together for a moment, resting in the cramped change room, and you tell me to get dressed, slipping out again. I do so with trembling hands and you buy me the garment. I beam with pride, for I had pleased my Master. I yearned to be back in the hotel room, in bed with you, but you had much to see in the new country... Airport Rendezvous Robin heard the office door swing open. Someone stepped up to speak to Cindy at the front desk. "There's a problem with my maintenance order." Robin's body heated instantly. Jack Houston. She's been hearing him over the radio for the last week, but she'd yet to see him. His voice alone - low, gravely, seductive - sent waves of lust across her body. Whenever he was on the radio, she couldn't concentrate on anything else. She'd redone a maintenance request twice the day before thanks to the fantasies her mind conjured as he prepared for take-off. Now he stood mere feet away, but Robin didn't dare look up. He couldn't possibly live up to her fantasy. She'd rather not have her image of a muscular, sex god ruined by reality. "Robin's free. She's at the second desk." Shit! Why hadn't she picked up the phone so she'd look busy. Footsteps approaching her desk. From the sound of it, he was wearing cowboy boots - just like in her fantasies. She looked up. If she hadn't been sitting down, she would have swooned. She'd guessed right on the boots and the tight jeans that hid nothing of his long legs and powerful thighs. The bulge between his thighs indicated he was every bit as well-endowed as she'd imagined. His worn blue work shirt was open at the neck, revealing tanned flesh. His hair was pitch black He wore it closely-cropped but the slight wave in the front told her it would be a mass of curls if it grew out. His eyes were a deep blue, like the ocean on a cloudless day. Her heart slammed against her chest. He was a fantasy come to life. When he spoke, she bit her tongue to stifle a moan. "I ordered some repair work yesterday. I expected it to be done when I arrived, but I'm told it hasn't been started yet." Several agonizing seconds passed before she was able to perform basic functions like speech. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Houston. I'll just need the um...order number so I can check on it." His lips curled up as he handed her a crumpled, grease-stained piece of paper. Oh great, he was laughing at her. Her voice had disappeared again. All she could do was nod. She forced herself to focus on the number. Slowly, as if she'd never used a keyboard before, she punched it into her computer. Fortunately, he remained silent as she worked, and she managed to track down the information he needed. "I found you're order. It got misdirected." "I expect the work to be done today." His tone told her he was used to people doing exactly what he said. Did he expect that kind of obedience in bed? The thought made her pussy cream. She barely kept herself from squeezing her legs together to give her clit the friction it craved, "I'll write it up as an emergency order. If you take the slip to the front desk, Cindy will get it taken care of immediately." "Thanks." The low roll of his voice made her nipples tighten. How could such an everyday word sound so sexy? She pulled an emergency work order from a tray on her desk and began filling it out, thankful she didn't have to look him in the eye. As she filled in the blanks, a wicked idea came to her. It was foolish to think he'd be interested in her, but she'd been telling herself she needed to take more chances. Her life was far too predictable. She ripped a piece of paper from a notepad and wrote her mane and number on it. She handed him the transfer order. "Take this to the front." Then she handed him her number. "Use this if you need anything else." She did her best to give the words their intended tone of innuendo. His eyes widened. Then he gave her a smile that could have melted her into the floor. "I will." Electric heat raced to her pussy. She didn't have the sense to smile back. All she could do was stare as he turned and walked away, jeans molded perfectly to his tight ass. She continued to watch as he talked to Cindy. Robin noted that he folded the paper with her number on it and put it in his pocket. At east he hadn't thrown it away...yet. * * * The phone rang, startling Robin awake. She glanced at the clock. Eleven. Not that late. She felt like she'd been asleep for hours but it had been less than thirty minutes. She grabbed the phone off her nightstand. "Hello." "Will you be working tomorrow?" The speaker had no need to identify himself. No one else's voice could heat her body like that. with a few words. "Yes." "When do you get off?" Whenever you come by my desk. "Five thirty. When the office closes." "Don't leave without me.." He hung up without another word. She supposed she should be annoyed by his gruffness. He hadn't even bothered to wait for an answer, for god's sake, but his arrogance only fueled her lust. Her body throbbed in anticipation of seeing him again. She wanted him, even if it was nothing more than a night of dirty sex. It would be the greatest thrill she'd experienced a long time. * * * Robin glanced at the clock one more time. Five minutes after six. Damn! Maybe Jack wasn't coming. She forced herself to process a few last orders. She'd leave if he wasn't there by six fifteen. Several minutes later, she shut down her computer. As she opened her desk drawer to get her purse she fought back tears of disappointment. But she heard a knock on the office door. She looked up. Jack stood there, starting at her, wearing an identical outfit to the one from the day before except his shirt was white this time and a little less worn. Cindy had locked the door on her way out, so Robin crossed the room to let Jack in. Anticipation had gotten her so wet than she felt her cream on the tops of her thighs as she walked. She knew her nipples stood out from her thin shirt. She felt hot, restless, ready to jump Jack as soon as she opened the door. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Jack smirked as he watched her. Could he tell how horny she was? The thought brought the heat of embarrassment to her cheeks, but her wicked side wanted him to know how hot he made her. "Hi," she said, feeling suddenly awkward once she had the door open. His eyes sparked with wicked heat. "Go back to your desk." "Why?" "Because I want to fuck you." His hot words made her legs turn to jelly. "What? Here?'" He reached out, traced her jaw line with his index finger. Then he tilted her head up so she had to look into his eyes. "Yes. Here." This couldn't be happening. She wasn't the type of girl who had sex in her office. The walls were glass. Anyone could walk in and see them. She knew most of the pilots and maintenance crew had gone home for the evening, but she had no guarantee that she and Jack were alone. Her heart hammered against her chest. She'd fantasized about Jack ever since she first heard his voice. She'd hardly slept after he'd called the night before. Was she going to waste this opportunity? "You told me to call you if I needed help with anything." She nodded mutely. He took her hand and pressed it against his erection. "I need help with this." She swallowed hard. He was hard, ready, and he wanted to fuck her. She wasn't going to tell him no. "I'm at your service." "Then go to your desk." His tone left no room for disobedience. She turned and somehow managed to put one foot in front of the other. He followed so close behind her she could feel the heat radiating from his body. "Put your hands on the desk and bend over." She bit her lip to keep from moaning. All her fantasies starred dominant men, but never had she encountered a man so determined to control her. Her mind couldn't decide what she thought of the reality, but her body knew. Hear pooled between her legs. She grasped the edge of the desk and bent forward, arching her back and sticking her ass in the air. He slipped his hands under her thin sundress, exposing her backside. He caressed the bare cheeks of her ass. "You were ready for me, weren't you?" "Y-yes." Hoping he'd want to take her home, she'd worn hose, a garter belt, and no panties. But she'd never dreamed he'd fuck her at the airport. One hand pulled her hips back even further while the other traced the crack of her ass, stopping to tease her anus. She gasped at the sensation. "You want me to fuck you right now, don't you?" "Yes." His hand slid forward, through the heat of her pussy. "Did you know what you were getting into when you gave me your number?" "No." "I'm not a civilized man, but I can give you the ride of you life. This is your last chance to run." She shook her head. "I wanted you the first time I heard your voice." "And I knew I would have you long before you gave me your number." She moaned as his fingers found her clit." "We can take it slow later, but right now I need it hard and fast. Do you like to be tied up? An embarrassing whimper escaped her lips. The thought of being spread out on Jack's bed, helpless to resist him made her so hot she couldn't keep her hips still. He chuckled. "We'll get dinner later. Then we'll go back to my house and spend the evening exploring our mutual fantasies. But I can't wait for that, can you." "No, please don't make me wait." What had come over her. She'd always had a submissive streak but mostly she'd indulged it in her fantasies. How did this man have her ready to give him anything so easily? He plunged two fingers inside her, flexing them so they rubbed across her g-spot. She bucked her hips, wanting more "Damn, you're tight and wet. You're going to feel so good gripping my cock." His voice,. That was it. It was even lower and more sultry than usual. It flowed over her like warm syrup. The man could seduce a saint with that voice. He pulled his fingers from her. "Don't move." She bit her lip to keep from begging for more. Her body shook with the need to gyrate her hips, push them toward him. She was ready to do anything to get him inside her. She heard him lower his zipper, then the swish of his pants against his thighs told her he was pushing them down. He stepped closer. His cock brushed her pussy. She moaned. He pushed his hips forward but didn't enter her. He teased her as his cock slid thought her slick folds. The tip brushed her clit. She bit her lips so hard she tasted blood. "Beg me." "Oh, God." "Tell me exactly what you want." "Your cock." "Where?' "In my cunt. Please. Put your cock in my cunt." He did. In one brutal thrust, he penetrated her with his whole thick length." She lost her tenuous control then, bucking against him like a feral creature. Her hips slammed into his. "Fuck me!" His hands gripped her hips so hard it hurt. But the slight pain only increased her pleasure. His cock drove into her over and over. He was so big her filled her until she thought she couldn't take anymore. She feared her body would disintegrate from the pleasure. She no longer cared if anyone saw them. All she cared about was Jack's cock and what it was doing to her. She wanted to come, wanted release from this agonizing pleasure he was pumping into her with every stroke. He'd made her his slave. Her easy surrender scared her, but the need pulsating in her clit was unlike any she'd ever known. It felt so good it hurt. She didn't think he could fuck her any harder, but his speed and ferocity increased. "Scream for me." Reality broke in for a moment. "Can't. People...might...hear." "There's no one here. Scream. I need to hear it." She resisted his sultry command, bit her lip to keep the sound in. Then he reached around her body and squeezed her clit between his fingers. The flood of emotion that had built inside her erupted in a long, loud scream and a mind-searing orgasm. Her body convulsed, squeezing his cock and bucking against him. He gave her one more savage thrust and stiffened. "So hot. You're so fucking hot." He shouted as he pumped his come into her. She collapsed over her desk. He lay heavy against her back until the ability to move returned to them. Finally, he stood and helped her to her feet. They both straightened their clothes. She glanced around the office. Her face burned with embarrassment, but she had to know if they'd attracted any attention. "I made sure there was no one here. That's why I was so late." "You could have told me that earlier." He lifted his brows. "And ruin the thrill for you?'" She laughed. "I don't think fucking you could ever be less than thrilling." He laughed. "No, I'd make sure it wasn't. Are you hungry...for dinner.?" She smiled. "Are you civilized enough to take to a restaurant?' "I can be" "Why don't we pick up take-out and go straight to your house." He smiled. "I love a woman who knows what she wants." Airport Rendezvous "I have a four hour layover, but that's not enough time to get home and back to catch my flight. Why don't you just pick me up and we can go get coffee or something somewhere? Sorry." Darcy was disappointed, but I didn't really have time to make it back to the house before I had to head on to the next city. It sounded like she had something in store for me. When she picked me up, I got a big, long hug. I could smell her citrus vanilla perfume - my favorite. I love hugging my wife - she has a great body for hugging - just the right height, firm breasts pressed against me, and that wonderful smell. For some reason she insisted on driving the car. (She drives a Vibe, because, well, we own a few vibes.) I wasn't sure where she was going. But I was tired, so I didn't ask. Then she pulled into the parking lot of the Sheraton. "Uh, what are we doing here, honey?" "Yeah, I don't know. That's weird. How'd we end up here?" she said with a grin. She took my hand and guided me through the lobby to the elevators. Oh, I think I know what's going on, now. In the elevator, she took out a cloth and wrapped it around my eyes, so I couldn't see. Then she guided me off the elevator, down the hall, and into one of the rooms. I heard her close the door behind us. She gently led me to a chair, and had me sit down. She kissed my lips gently and whispered, "Sit tight." "Yes, ma'am," I said. I think I'm going to like this. I heard some soft music start playing. Then I felt Darcy's body lean over me and pull off the blindfold. There was my beautiful wife, in my favorite pjs - one of my old t-shirts that accentuated her ample breasts and a loose-fitting pair of sweat shorts. I never was a fancy pj guy, so Darcy's outfit was super-sexy to me. I leaned forward to get up, but she told me to sit still. I obeyed. She turned the lights down, and began to sway to the music - moving her hot body from side to side, and quietly singing along. She began to run her hands around her body - down her sides and hips, turning around to show me her awesome ass. It was a great show, and I was definitely getting hard just watching her. I loved how she wasn't self-conscious about her body and just swayed to the music. Her hands started gently rubbing the sides of her firm, upright breasts. I could see her nipples start to protrude from her shirt. This was clearly exciting her, too. She ran her hands down over her hips, slowly turned as her hands ran over her ass and she bent forward slightly, showing me my favorite part. She continued around and let her hands caress her breasts, rubbing them from outside her shirt. Slowly she lifted her shirt over her head exposing her bra. She continued swaying to the music, and dropped one bra strap off her shoulder, she slid her arm out, but held the bra in place. Then she turned around and moved toward me. I unhooked her bra. She turned around again, so I could see. Slowly she let the bra fall from her hands, exposing her beautiful breasts. She looked me right in the eye, and brought the left breast up to her mouth - running circles around the nipple with her tongue. She then did the same with her right breast. I was in heaven. She released her breasts and slowly started to drop her sweat shorts - they fell gently to the floor, exposing her panties. I could already see a little wet spot on them. She ran her hands all over her body - over her hips, her breasts, down her thighs, between her legs, over her ass. Then she leaned back and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked right at me and began to rub her increasingly wet pussy over her panties. Her eyes closed as she struggled to find some satisfaction this way. I watched as the wet spot grew a little. She pulled her pants up between her pussy lips, and ran her fingers over the edge of her lips. She stood up, and turned around. Bending over she showed me her beautiful ass. Her hands rubbed all over her ass, as she pulled her panties up between her ass cheeks. Her ass looked so perfect and round. She stood back up, and slowly wiggled those panties off. My wife was now naked, while I sat completely clothed in a chair. She moved towards me then got down on her knees in front of me. She smoothly took off my shoes and socks, then reached forward to open my belt and pants. For the first time I felt the warmth of her body. We kissed briefly, then she lifted my hips and wiggled my pants off, leaving my boxer briefs on. I looked down and saw a few little wet spots. Then she came back to me and leaned on my lap - her warm skin felt so good in my legs. She slowly kissed the inside of my thighs and moved her mouth toward my hard cock. Looking up at me, she pulled my underwear to the side releasing my cock from its constraints. She licked my cock head, gently running the tip of her tongue around the rim of my head. When she got to my wet hole, she took some wetness on her tongue and circled my hole with it. Then she took the wetness on her tongue, looked up at me, and rubbed it all over her lips. Her lips then moved to my cock. The head slid in with ease, as she let her hot mouth take in most of my cock. She released me from her mouth, raised my hips, pulled off my underwear. She then unbuttoned my shirt, and helped me take it off. She leaned over me, kissed my lips and our tongues danced. Then she went over to the bed and got something. I my excitement I hadn't even noticed that the bed was turned down, and that there were several of our toys laying on it. I didn't see what she had, but I could guess. She got back on her knees in front of me. With her breasts resting on my legs, she start kissing and sucking my very hard cock. My wife has the hottest lips and best mouth I've ever seen. Her soft, full lips feel like heaven on my cock's shaft. Her mouth is the perfect size for my cock. I love it when I'm in her mouth, and she loves having me there. She continued to suck and kiss my cock for several minutes. Then she lifted up my cock and began giving my balls all her attention. I slid down in the chair to give her better access. Oh, god, she felt so good - her mouth sucking my balls, her hair on my legs, her hand stroking my shaft. After a couple minutes of this, she pulled away and leaned back against the bed - spreading her legs perfectly for me. She reached over and got one of her small silver vibes. I saw her begin to explore her pussy with her fingers, then the vibe. She turned it on, and let it slide between her very wet pussy lips. She moved it up to her red, hard clit and let the vibrations take over. Her eyes closed and she clearly enjoyed the feeling. With her free hand she lifted her tit to her mouth, sucking on her hard nipple. It takes only a minute until she cums. But I knew she wasn't satisfied. As her breathing slowed, she released her breast, and reached over for her large black dildo - she was ready to be fucked. While I watched my wife she slid her large dildo into her waiting pussy. I heard her moan loudly as it entered her and she pushed it in. She pulled the dildo out, leaned toward me, slid it into my mouth, and let me suck all her juices off. Then she handed me the clean dildo, stood up and turned around. Standing right in front of me, she bent over, showing me her sweet ass hole and pussy. She reaches around and spreads her pussy lips for me - it's clear she wanted me to fuck her with the dildo. I oblige. I slid it in and we quickly found a rhythm. While I fucked her pussy with her toy, she let the vibe stimulate her clit. With my free hand, I can't resist rubbing her beautiful ass and the rest of her body - her hips, her legs, her hanging tits, her back. I leaned forward and begin to lick and kiss all over her ass - she loved it. I let my tongue dance gently over her glorious back hole. Her moans grew louder, which I knew meant she was going to cum. She put down her vibe and used both hands to grib the chair arms. She fucked the dildo hard, and I pounded her with it. Just as her moans reached a cry, she pushed the toy out of her pussy. With one hand she quickly grabbed my cock, as she let out a deep growling moan, she released her hot squirt all over my hard cock. The feeling of her hot liquid on my cock was amazing! With both her hands she rubbed the hot liquid over my very hard cock. Falling forward, she dropped to her knees and turned around. She quickly took my cock into her mouth again - licking her own squirt off. Oh, god, her hot mouth feels good. Quickly she stands up and kisses me deeply, letting me taste her juices. I licked up all I could. She slowly released our kiss, and started kissing and licking her way down my chest. I knew she was hungry for my cock again. She took it in her mouth and sucked. One hand gently massaged my tightening balls, while her mouth made love to my cock. She then grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled them toward her face - as she did this my cock slipped all the way into her mouth. My cock head touched the back of her throat. She released and then did it again, and then again. Each time she released with a deep exhale. Being deep in her throat was an incredible feeling. Again, she pulled on my legs until I slid down in the chair. She buried her faces in my balls, and began to suck. Her tongue danced and mouth sucked the spot between my balls and ass hole - this is the spot that always drives me crazy. It felt so good, and she knew that I'd lose control if she sucked it and licked it. She continued to lick all over my balls and my secret spot, she sucked on it and nibbled on it. I slid lower in the chair and gave her better access. Then her tongue went all the way down, and flicked my ass hole. "Oh, fuck," I cried. She took that as a signal to continue. She lifted my legs up in the air, I held them with my hands so she could have perfect access. With her mouth all over my most private parts, one finger started rubbing my tight, little hole. After a couple minutes of this, she got her finger very wet and slowly pressed it against my hole, sucking on my balls as she pushed. My ass hole opened right up, and her finger slid in. I heard her say, "Good boy," just as her finger slid in. This sensation made me wild. She licked around my hole, while her finger was gently inside. She pulled her finger back out, and got something off the bed. As if by instinct, she took my cock in her mouth while she opened a small tube of anal lube. She put some on her finger, and rubbed it around my hole. "You have the cutest ass hole in the world, my dear," she said. Now that I was lubed, she pressed her index finger against my hole, with a little effort it slid in. I moaned again, louder than before. I felt her finger go into my hole, deep. Then she gently slid it in and out. "Is that okay?" she asked. "It's perfect," came my breathless response. She slid her finger in and out for a couple minutes, licking me and sucking my cock the whole time. Then she looked up at me, and I said, "put two finger in, honey." She obliged. She backed out her one finger, the slid two in at the same time. Oh, fuck. That felt so good. She started sliding them in and out gently. It was such an awesome feeling. I looked down and saw my wife fingering my ass hole. She looked so happy making me happy. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. I felt like I wanted more in my ass. I asked her to slide in three fingers, she said, "I have a better idea." She gently removed her fingers and lifted me off the chair. She led me to the bed and told me to lay on my stomach right in the middle of the bed. I obeyed. Then she raised my hips, so my ass was in the air. She got behind me and began rubbing my hole again. She slid one finger in again, and then two. My ass took her fingers much easier this time. She fucked me with two finger for a minute or two. I could tell she was spreading my hole, so she could get another finger in. But instead of another finger, she grabbed a small dildo. She spread some of the lube on it and rubbed it around my anus. I was eager to feel it inside. She gently pushed against my hole, it opened and the dildo slid in. "Oh, fuck," I cried. It hurt, but it felt good, too. "Oh, fuck," I said again. Darcy left it alone for a minute while I adjusted to its size. Then she slowly started fucking me with it. With one hand she moved the dildo in and out, with the other she reached between my legs and rubbed balls and stroked my cock. This continued for what seemed an eternity of pleasure. But I knew it couldn't last forever - or at least I couldn't hold my cum much longer. My beautiful wife gently pulled the dildo out of me. She kissed and licked all over my hole, as it slowly closed. I had to cum soon, my balls were killing me. Darcy rolled me over on to my back, she straddled my body, and slid my cock into her waiting pussy. She put her hands on my shoulders and leaned her weight on to me, letting her luscious breasts fall into my waiting mouth. She rode my cock deeply - pulling it out to my head, then sliding it in all the way. Her familiar grinding motion felt wonderful. I could take only so much - my cum began to rise. My breath quickened as did hers. We loved cumming together, so I held off as long as I could. As she pushed all her weight in to me, I felt her body tighten, then release. She came deeply, just as I released my full load inside her wet pussy. Our mutual orgasm seemed to continue forever - she thrusting her hips down on my cock. As the energy subsided, she quickly rolled off me and moved up my body and straddled my face - I loved the taste of her pussy after we've cum together. I licked her hole and tasted all of her. I sucked on her clit, until I heard her breath quicken one last time and she released a third orgasm. As she did, I let her juices drip into my mouth. Her heavy breathing subsided, and she rolled off my face. She laid next to me with her head on my shoulders, and her arms across my chest. We breathed in unison, and enjoyed each other's warmth. I really didn't want to get on my next flight. Airport Rendezvous After an agonizing eight hours of on-flight films and subpar-microwaved food, the plane landed with the sound screeching tires and screaming children. I could now see the back of Belfast's cozy little, one-terminal airport. I squirmed in anticipation in my seat. Five months, I thought. We'd been separated by the Atlantic for too long, and the cold, foreboding winter hadn't made dealing with the loneliness any easier. America's supreme size and population seem meaningless when you haven't got your person. I breathed a sigh of relief. The plane slowly rolled across the tarmac in a pace that can only be described as a complete and utter tease. I was ready for the desperate rendezvous we'd been planning for months. It had been an excruciatingly long time since I'd seen your face up-close. Those pale, round cheeks that made holding your face while kissing an extraordinarily comfortable and easy position. The way they'd go red when you were flustered, furious, or fucked. The latter being a vague descriptor for many of your favorite activities: drinking, laughing, and, well, actually fucking. Let's just say you were crimson quite often. The last thought had me squirm a little more. The plane had paused its journey for whatever vague, asinine reasoning airports have for delaying lovers for a few agonizing moments longer. This only gave me more time to meditate on my other favorite bits of you, which quickly descended into the uncivilized filth I'm prone to think about when it comes to you. I thought about the other benefits of your pale skin, such as the light pink of your areolas, and how nice it is when the pink scrunches in arousal when I'm lightly kissing them. I felt my cock twinge in my pants as I adjust myself in the seat, not wanting to alert either individual next to me to my daydreams. Thankfully, the plane finally began to budge toward the terminal. My cock, however, stayed turgid and prepared. See, we had teased each other for months about this. You sent me those delectable videos of you rubbing your clit from behind, where I was forced to watch your cunt seize up in pleasure with your fingers. I was furious that it couldn't be my face instead, but I made sure you also felt the same hunger with videos of me exploding in pleasure to your pictures. We're a devious duo, but I'd have it no other way. People stand up to file out of the plane. My tight black jeans constrict my cock along my thigh, but I know I have to be careful with how I navigate the line. I think only of how sweet you will feel after your extended absence. I recall the first time we had sex, and how tight and sweet you had felt wrapped around my cock. Would it be similar? Would it be better? My mouth went dry as I absentmindedly licked my lips in anticipation. And of course, you were there. Radiant. Glowing. I guilty succumbed to my dirty mind and noticed your breasts heaving in joy. We both mutter the sweet things of longing we've been issuing over various bits of technology of months: I miss you. God, I love you. It's not the same without you. All true, but our minds quickly shifted when you felt me against your stomach. I knew it was no good playing coy, and though exhausted and jetlagged, I licked your ear and whispered my lusts to you. You took my hand anxiously through the meandering crowds, and I was supremely grateful that you brought no family to see me at the airport. We piled my luggage into your tiny red car. I sat in the passenger seat and returned a hungry gaze from you. Things I learned in that moment on that day: Kisses after long absences are twice as sweet, cocks are twice as hard, and touching of the skin feels like raw sexual electricity coursing through you. Needless to say, you quickly turn on the car and speed haphazardly through the parking lot. I shamelessly rub your soaking wetness while you drove, but you do your best to swat my hand away. I take it to my tongue and taste you for the first time in what feels like years. It's tangy, sweet, and I tell you so in the tiniest of whispers to your ear. We don't swerve into oncoming traffic and we don't make it home. We find a street—it's not important the street name, and through our pleasure and sexual anxiety I doubt we'd remember—and proceed to tear each other's clothes off. Car sex is neither ideal nor comfortable, but with your breasts in my mouth and your tight, sopping cut gyrating on my hand, neither of those thoughts occurred to us. I took every opportunity to taste my fingers, your tongue, and your breasts. You became a dish to my insatiable appetite; all while you tried desperately to mount me. I refused to give in at first, and instead opted to rub your clit until it went as solid as my cock. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and I didn't stop until you start to gush unfathomable amounts of cum on my hand and bear body. The car windows steamed, but not enough to cover our bodies. We gave one anxious glance around before you mount me, which was sheer, unadulterated bliss. Your pussy had the wetness and force of a furious ocean current, slopping up and down my tender and unused cock. You kissed me hungrily, absorbing every bit of pleasure possible from my body. My hands wrapped around your edible and delicious ass, I bounced you up and down my body with a feverish need. I had never felt you tighter, and so my cock swelled to a size you had rarely felt before in that moment. I slightly fingered your ass, wanting to place myself across your entire spectrum of orifices in that moment. You were sweet, tight, and insatiable in every hole. My cock never stood a chance: it spurted as it never spurted before, spraying out hot seed that covered your pussy walls and shot to your womb with an unrecognizable force. You looked at me with a greedy, lopsided grin and kissed me passionately. I threw you in the seat next to me and attempted to gobble my cum out from your pulsing cunt. I wanted more. The car zoomed home and I slowly coaxed myself into another frenzied, turgid state by the time we hit your bedroom. Though I was not interested in your bed, so I put you up against a wall, whispering the things you needed to hear and things I needed to say. I needed you more than anything else. Your pussy is mine. I want your filled with my cum in every hole and I want to taste it all. It might not be to others' taste, but this was our language. Practically foaming at the mouth for it if we weren't too busy stuffing each other's wet, throbbing genitals there instead. It was bliss, sweet, and hard. I ended in an unusual place: your tight, fragile ass. You begged it slow at first, and I obliged for a moment. It was not long until I pummeled it in a way not unlike I would your pussy, expanding it as you rubbed your clit furiously. Your ass seized around my cock when you came, begging me for my next load. I buried myself in your hole, pouring myself out into your tightest hole. Another lopsided grin. One more slopping kiss. I was home, and so fucking grateful for it.