4 comments/ 50355 views/ 4 favorites Getting My Boyfriend Back By: Talynnda My thoughts swirling, I hoped for pleasurable entrapment as I typed, "This morning in the shower I shaved something. It reminded me of you, and I got wet all over. Good thing I was in the shower, huh?" I clicked SEND on the e-mail to my ex- boyfriend Max's work address, knowing that I would get his instant attention with the reference to the shaving party we had. Shaved pussies were a favorite of his, and one night I had returned the favor. The combination had made for incredible sex, and I knew he would remember the sensation of bare skin against bare skin. Sure enough, seconds later he popped up on IM. I had broken up with him a year ago, and he was now living with another woman. I had come to regret my decision and now was determined to get him back . . . by any means possible. I wrote that I wanted to talk in person, and could he meet me later that evening. He agreed, and my trap was set. I dressed to kill, in one of his favorite outfits. Max's favorite color is purple, so I dressed in purple and black lingerie, my tits pushed up in a satin and lace black and purple bra that emphasized my DD breasts. I contemplated wearing the matching thong, but decided that it would just get in the way, in addition to the fact that I would soak it through in a matter of minutes, I was so turned on! Instead, I wore a black lace garter belt with black sheer stockings and my leather mini that just covers the bottom of my stockings as long as I keep it pulled down and sit like a lady, which, when I am in the company of cock I sometimes forget . . . My blouse was purple silk and I left it undone so that you could see the top of my bra through it. It almost looked accidental! I wore minimal makeup, and did my hair in a casual barrette, which leaves the length to flow down my back and tickle chests and cocks, but keeps it out of my face. I was planning on some serious sex, and I truly hoped Max did not disappoint me. I arrived at the coffee house we were meeting at a little bit late. I sat down at the table and we made small talk for a bit, and then I leaned in close, showing him my ample cleavage and said "Max, I figure there are three ways you can play this right now. Option one, you walk out of here right now and we never see where this year has taken us and you never see where this night could take you. Option two, I take you home right now and fuck your brains out, and we deal with any backlash from your girl whenever. Option three, we take the middle road which offers you 'plausible deniablility'." "Plausible deniablility?" He queried, raising one eyebrow. "You sound like you are on Law and Order or something." "It's a real term, used in real life situations, bud. Increase your vocabulary." I scowled, impatiently. "You want to know what it entails?" He nodded. "Well, Maxwell, you have had a cup of coffee with me, and you may or may nor have to divulge that fact to your girlfriend. However, all other actions this evening would come at my hands. You could deny having taken any action at all. You will, of course, receive pleasure, but you can deny having encouraged me. Oh, and of course, should you choose to renegotiate later in the evening, that would be just fine." "Well, lets go with option three, for now." I steered him toward a nearby movie theatre. He asked me what I wanted to see, and I responded that I did not care, but that it should be R rated, since I planned on doing things to him that should not be seen by little kids. His jeans immediately bulged, and I casually let my fingers brush over the growing cock inside. As we waited in line, I whispered in his ear how I had missed him, how my pussy needed his big, strong cock in it, how even my toes missed his cock. His cock had been hardening before: now it was getting painful, I could tell. We entered the theatre and immediately made for the last row of seats, where I quickly unzipped his pants to free the monster. "It was that thing you said about your toes that did it" he said. "I never thought I had a thing for feet, but the fact that you can get me off with your toes . . . " A drop of pre-cum decorated the head of his gorgeous penis. I leaned down and licked it off. I knelt beside him in the seats and looked up at him. "Just sit back and enjoy the show, okay?" I lowered his pants a little, freeing his balls to my wandering hands, then licked the underside of his cock. Immediately I noticed that he was no longer shaving. I tugged gently in the hair on his balls, making eye contact and raising my eyebrows. "My new girlfriend did not like it. She said it seemed effeminate." I just shook my head and licked his balls. I slowly ran my fingers up his cock to the head, running my fingers into the slit, then followed with my tongue. As my tongue made the journey up his cock, my hands massaged his balls some more. Then I put my mouth around his cock. Jerking him off while having him in my mouth has always been his favorite-- second-- third-- one of his favorite things for me to do. I varied my strokes, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, and then I sucked him into my mouth and then my throat. He groaned, quite loudly. I looked up at him, smiled with my eyes (my mouth was full of cock), and gently shook my head at him, to remind him to be quiet. He looked at me as if to say "you have GOT to be kidding," and bit the webbing between finger and thumb to prevent any more noise from escaping. I continued to deep throat him, playing with his balls as I did. His hips started to buck so that he was fucking my face. He was close to losing control. That out of control feeling is just about my favorite in the entire world. I let his cock out of my mouth and started in with my hands again, leaning down and gently taking his balls into my mouth one at a time, running my tongue over them, gently closing my lips over them and suckling them. Max squirmed and gripped the arms of his chair. I gently probed at his ass with one finger while licking my way up his cock once more. Again I licked the head, sucking and licking his beautiful dick. I love cocks, and one of the ways I show my love for them is by giving extremely good head. I worshiped this cock for over an hour, always backing off when I brought him to the brink. Finally, I was ready to let him cum. I deep throated him one more time and fucked his cock with my face. I met his eyes with mine and smiled with my eyes. I fingered his balls and stuck one finger up his ass. His grip on the arms of the chair grew so tight I thought it might just break the chair. My head bobbed faster and faster. Romantic music poured out of the speakers around us. Later I would learn that there was a fairly graphic (for R rating) sex scene going on. With all of this happening at once, Max had little choice but to shoot his wad. I worked hard, swallowing every drop I could, and that little bit that dribbled out of my mouth I caught with my hands and licked up. I do love the taste of cum in the evening. I sat in my chair and took out some wet wipes I had stashed in my purse. I gently cleaned off his cock, then took out a mirror to check my face for traces of cum. My lipstick was smeared, but other than that, I looked much as I had when I entered the theatre. Surely the other patrons knew that something had gone on back here, but they would never guess it by looking at me! "Renee?" Max said softly, "About the renegotiation. I believe there was a second option that I would like to explore." He looked at me, then drew my face to his, sharing a long, tongue tangling kiss. His hand went to my blouse to unbutton it. I let him undo one button and slide his hand inside my bra. When he bent to take my tit in his mouth, I stopped him, though. "The movie is almost over. I am not walking out of here looking like we totally had sex." "Why not?" "Because one of us got oral sex and was not quiet about it." "Oh. Yeah, I can see where that would be an issue. But--" "We can continue this, just not here. Come with me to my car and we'll take off from there. I have a place in mind. A close place." As we left the theatre, we got many knowing looks from our fellow patrons. He had tried to be quiet, but he was too ecstatic and I am never quiet, even (or maybe especially) when I have a mouth full. As I drove us to a nearby golf course, his hand quickly crept up my skirt. "No panties? Gee, we aren't sure of ourselves, are we?" "I put on panties, but I was so excited I creamed them within minutes. I decided not to waste a fresh pair, because it would have the same fate." I looked at him and smiled He ran his fingers up my slit. "Wow. You are VERY wet. It's a good thing you wore the leather skirt, or you would have left puddles at the coffee shop and the theatre." We arrived at our destination, and I put the car in park. "Wow, does this place bring back memories," Max said. "I know," I replied. We had come here long ago, and it had been Max's first time ever to fuck outside. He had been a machine with the threat of discovery and the thrill of the night air on his skin. He had cum several times, yet had stayed hard and had pounded away at me in several different positions and in the ass as well. It had been a great night in both our lives. Max continued to work his fingers up and down my hot, wet slit. He leaned over and kissed me again, while bringing his other hand up to cup my breast. After a few moments he broke the kiss. "Your motor's revving." "I know." "No, I mean you are pushing on the gas. Your motor. Revving." We both laughed as the light dawned. I had been so caught up in what he was doing with his fingers that I was pushing the gas pedal to the floor as I arched my back to give him easier access. "Why don't we go somewhere else to do this?" He agreed, and I shut off the car. The promise of Spring was in the air, but the nights were still rather cool. I grabbed a blanket from the back seat to lie on so that the moist grass would not freeze our asses off. We got out and walked rather quickly to a spot on the green nearby. The cool Spring air made my nipples contract. I laid the blanket on the grass and sat down. Immediately he was there, pushing me down to the ground, kissing me and fondling my breasts thru my shirt. He began to unbutton my blouse, then looked at my bra. He smiled lecherously at the pale skin held in the purple and black. He fumbled for a moment with the clasp, but managed to get it undone. In the meantime, I was untucking his shirt and pulling it over his head. Finally we lay bare chest to bare chest. He inserted one jean clad leg between mine and I began to hump his leg while we kissed. He leaned down and began licking and sucking my tits, and I unzipped his pants, again. I had to get my hands on his cock! As I began stroking his cock, he unzipped my skirt. He pushed it down and off my body, and informed me that it was time for him to make me scream. I pulled his pants down and told him that my intention was to make him scream first, fully well knowing that there was little or no chance of that, but figuring I would enjoy the challenge, as well as the ride. I had a great need to get my mouth on that cock again, which was a good thing, because at this point he was reaching for my bare pussy. His scruffy beard felt incredible as it rubbed against my tender bare skin. His talented tongue stroked and lapped at my clit, driving me wild with pleasure. He inserted one long finger, then two into my sopping wet cunt, then switched to three in my pussy and two from the other hand in my ass. I was going crazy all this time, trying to keep my mind on his cock, I was licking and sucking his balls and licking up and down his cock, using my hands in various ways to help increase his pleasure . . . I lost track after I came three times from his oral attentions. Then he looked up and told me he wanted to fuck me. "Oh, God. Thank you! I need your cock in me so badly!" He reached for his pants and started fumbling in his pocket to come up with a condom. "What are you going to use that for?" I asked. "Um . . . sex?" "Maxie, we have not used a condom for regular sex in years. If you want, maybe we can use it later in my ass, but condoms feel all . . . latex-ey." "My girlfriend won't let me do it without one." "I like to ride bareback. If I remember right, you like it better, too." He kissed me again, and I tasted my juices on his tongue this time. He started to slowly slide into me, but I grabbed his ass and urged him to hurry it up a bit. "Max. I want to be fucked, not made love to." To drive my point home, I bit him on the neck, then on the nipple as he drove into me like a pile-driver. I met him at each stroke, throwing my legs up over his arms so he could have better access and we went at it. My orgasm was building again . . . being driven into the ground like that, having my clit mashed (every time he stroked in, he would make a little circle so my clit would get maximum stimulation) . . . oh, he knew how to make me feel good! By this time I was being very vocal; crying out with every stroke and my voice was probably able to be heard from the houses around the golf course. We did not care. The danger added to the thrill. All of a sudden we achieved spontaneous (or near spontaneous) orgasm. It was hot. My head practically flew off my body with the force of it. He lay there on top of me for a few minutes and then rolled to the side. "How is it that you always manage to completely drain me of energy? I think I need to sleep for a week." "Oh. I guess we won't be able to use that condom, then." "Oh, God. You are trying to kill me. I would like to-- I really would" "Look Max, I know you have a girlfriend. I also know I want you back, and I am willing to do almost anything to get you back. So I am willing to have an affair with you if that will convince you that I am more suited to fulfil your mighty needs. If you will remember, I have mighty needs as well." "Oh, I remember. I remember that was one of the reasons you broke it off. If we are going to try this again, I am going to have to think long and hard," "Good thing you ARE long and hard-- at least most of the time. I will keep this condom for next time, and I'll take you back to your car. I even have wet wipes in my car so you won't go home smelling like sex." "You should have been a boy scout." "I have had my share of them." I drove him back to his car and we parted with another long, passionate kiss. I decided to wait for his call. And I knew for certain that this was not going to be that last booty call we had. He liked me like this-- all penitent and apologetic. Well, as penitent as I ever get. It turned him on. One thing I knew for sure, this was not going to be the last I saw of "Maxwell's Silver Hammer." Getting My Boyfriend Back Ch. 02 It had been over a week since my ex-boyfriend Max had met me for coffee and wild sex in the park, in my attempt to win him back from his girlfriend. We had chatted a few times on IM, with me providing different scenarios designed to get him off. Once while he was in a meeting at work we had arranged for me to send him diverting text messages, until my texts became too diverting and he had to shut his phone off so that he would not behave inappropriately in front of the boss (they tend to frown on blowing your load in the middle of a board meeting). We were still being discrete so that his girlfriend, Janine would not find out, but we were talking about sex and I was getting him to think about me a lot. All part of my nefarious plan. I felt like Janine did not deserve him. We had mutual friends, and their description of Max and Janine's life was awful, to say the least. They had sex maybe three times a week, they never swung or shared partners, and the condom thing? Max was disease free. Why would Janine make him wear a condom to fuck her unless SHE was disease ridden? By all accounts, that was not so. It all sounded so vindictive! Then there was the emotional side of things. Janine hated Science Fiction/ Fantasy, and would, under no circumstances go to a movie or watch a television show containing elements of Sci Fi/ Fantasy. Why not? I wondered. Max would go to chick flicks, though sometimes under protest. Why would Janine not support a hobby that he loved? The more I thought about this relationship the less I liked Janine. If Max was going to be with another woman, at least he deserved to be with someone who would satisfy his admittedly great sexual needs and who would support him in his various endeavors, not stunt his growth. Max called me, requesting a meeting a week and a half after we had renewed our carnal acquaintance. I suggested that he come to my house for dinner and plan to stay the night, and he readily agreed. I knew that he was thinking about the condom I had kept from our last encounter, promising him that he could use it on my ass the next time we met. Again, I paid careful attention to my preparations, cleaning my house, placing my new red silk sheets on my bed, lighting candles here and there, scenting the rooms with lavender. I had prepared a delicious meal consisting of some of Max's favorite dishes, like Calimari and Pasta Primavera and a salad tossed with oil and Balsamic Vinegar dressing. The bread was crusty Italian rolls, served with olive oil and Balsamic Vinegar to dip it in. The wine was a fine white, perfect with the light taste of the vegetables. For dessert I prepared Creme Brulee, waiting until the last moment to fire up my butane torch and caramelize the sugar. I paid equal attention to my appearance. I let my long brown hair air dry so that the natural curl was maximized, flowing down my back in ringlets. I carefully outlined my gray eyes with green eyeliner and shadow so that they would catch the color and appear green. I then carefully applied mascara to my long lashes before painting my lips vivid red. As I did, I imagined what the lipstick would look like streaked all over Max's cock, and I felt myself begin to grow wet. I had gone for a manicure and pedicure that day, so my toenails were painted a deep red. My fingernails, normally left natural or painted with clear polish were also painted red for the occasion. All my skin was soft and scented and ready for a night of intense pleasure as I prepared to show my man just how good I could be. I dressed in an emerald green silk Merry Widow that encased my ribs and lower breasts, but left my nipples free. They attached to silken black stockings, and, knowing Max as I did, I put the matching thong on over the garters. Over my lingerie I wore a green Chinese silk blouse that fell off one shoulder casually, then nipped in to accentuate my small waist. The pattern in the material was of Phoenixes picked out in golden thread against the emerald silk. The Phoenix is the woman's emblem in China, so I was appropriate. My skirt was of black Shantung silk and hit me at mid calf. I rarely wore skirts longer than my knee, but this one was special, as it had been made for me in China. It had an underskirt which made it flare from my waist, making the outfit look old fashioned, and every time I moved it rustled sensuously. To complete the outfit, I wore my black pearl necklace and earrings. I put half of my hair up, and I put on my 1950's shoes. I looked the sexy, humble housewife, welcoming home her breadwinner. Max arrived 15 minutes early and sat in his car waiting. I saw him on my security feed, but he did not know about that addition to my house, and I did not plan on letting him in on that secret. I merely finished my preparations and waited for him to ring my doorbell. When I answered the door, he took one look at me and stepped back, almost stepping off the porch. We shared a laugh at that. "You look incredible! I was expecting... well, I was expecting 'Normal Renee,' but instead I have got 'Sophisticated Role Play Renee,' or am I mistaken?" "Well, not entirely. This is kind of normal for me. I realize that a year ago when we were dating I wasn't wearing makeup unless we were going out, but now I pretty much wear it every day. The clothes are special. I got them when I went to China for the New Year. So, you see, I have changed in a year. Experienced new things. New places." I took his hand and drew him into my house, which was lit primarily with candles. I led him toward the dining room. "You redecorated." "China," I replied. "It had a profound influence. You go there and see things that are hundreds of years old in a culture that is thousands of years old and you can't help but be changed. I brought back a lot of stuff. Just wait til you see the bedroom." Max looked at me with one cocked eyebrow, and I could read his expression: he was willing to skip all the preliminaries and go right to the bedroom. I, on the other hand, was unwilling to do so. The waiting would only make him want me more. "Sit down and have some wine, Dear. Kick your shoes off and make yourself comfortable. I will be right back with dinner." I walked in to the kitchen, slid the homemade pasta into the boiling water and let it cook for a few minutes. I then drained it and added the exquisite sauce which included many Spring vegetables and a creamy sauce. After plating the main dish I picked up the salad with my other hand and quickly turned to head into the dining room. I almost ran into Max in the doorway. "I thought I asked you to sit down and relax!" I protested as he removed the dishes from my hands. "First of all, I could never relax while a gorgeous woman was toiling away in the kitchen. Second of all, I love watching you work, and always have. Third of all, if you are playing 'happy housewife,' don't I even get a kiss?" I had been too flustered to even remember that detail! How could I! He placed the dishes on the table and I wrapped my arms around him. "Welcome home, Lover." I raised my lips to his, intending to give him a chaste kiss, but he moved his hand to the back of my head, holding me there for a long, languorous kiss where he nibbled my lips until they parted, then our tongues dueled in a mating dance until I was breathless. When he finally let me go I was forced to cling to him, because my knees did not work for a few moments. "I have to get dinner on the table, Max." I reluctantly pulled myself from his arms, hurrying to the oven to pull out the warm bread and transfer it into a bread basket. As I walked toward the door I shooed him, saying "Lets go. It's time to eat." I knew that, if I let him get behind me all hope for dinner would be lost and we would, instead, probably varnish the dining room table. As I entered the room I contemplated the offending piece, briefly. I would not be adverse to polishing it with Max, I just wanted to have a nice dinner first. And my bed was so nice. I shook my head, trying to concentrate on what he was saying. "And then we will all jump in the river and drown," Max continued. "WHAT?" I asked. "Finally you pay attention. There have been flying monkeys and grand fuckings and all kinds of things, and you have only now joined the fun! Where were you? You looked far away." "Honestly? I was on the dining room table." "REALLY. Well, if you insist..." Max made as if to climb onto the table. "NO, don't you dare. It's an antique. It was my great grandmother's. The one who hated Mom." "I see. In that case, I guess we can't break it. After all, she did leave you lots of cash." "And a way to not depend on my parents. I don't care about the cash. It's Mom and her vindictive streak." "Right. Not caring about cash. Not something I can do," replied Max. "By the way, it is a good thing I went in and saw you make this pasta, or I would have thought it was takeout. This is really good." "Made the Nonni way. That's why she liked me. I was the only kid who paid attention to her." Max took a fork full of pasta and vegetables and slowly slurped them into his mouth. I removed my shoes and with my right leg traced up his pant leg to the juncture of his thighs. I felt his cock there get harder as I pressed my foot against it firmly. I took a fork full of food and slowly chewed, ignoring the expression of bliss on Max's face. Slowly I moved my foot up and down his hardening cock, my toes massaging every inch of him. I felt my toes reach the top of his zipper and wrapped them around it to tug it down, one excruciating centimeter at a time. Finally his cock was free of his pants, and it sprung out of there as if it were a jack in the box. I began to work his beautiful, hard member up and down with my toes, letting him feel the seam of my stocking and feeling the silky smoothness of them myself as I worked his hard cock between my big toe and the next. Max had stopped eating by now, and all he was doing was sitting there, head rolled back, napkin in his lap, panting for breath. I was growing very wet as well, just thinking about turning him on. This was the best foreplay we had ever engaged in, because we could not touch any part of each other except those two minuscule areas. I rubbed harder at his cock, surrounding him on three sides with my foot and toes. I swivelled my foot so that there would be constant stimulation on all sides of his cock. He was starting to move now with the strokes. He was fucking my foot! I moved my toes down, tickling his balls with them, then moved back up and continued to hump his cock with my talented toes. He groaned, pushing away from the table a little bit, and when he came little white droplets sprayed the table. I giggled, then asked if he needed more cream in his pasta. "No, I have quite enough. I am eager to get dinner over, though, so that you can show me the rest of the improvements you have made on this place. I believe you mentioned some in the bedroom?" "Yes, but before we finish the tour of the house I think we should head into the Parlor, where we can have coffee and dessert." "Dessert?" Max liked the sound of that word, I could tell. I walked into the kitchen and, while the espresso brewed I fired up the butane torch and caramelized the Creme Brulee. I frothed the milk for cappuccinos and placed everything on a tray to bring to the parlor. When I turned around, again, there was Max, watching my every move. He stepped up to me and removed the tray from my grasp. "Do you know how incredibly sexy it is to watch you torch that Creme Brulee?" He asked. "I could hardly stand to keep my hands off of you." "Well, considering that I was working with flame, it's probably good that you restrained yourself," I said, as I lead the way to the parlor. Max stopped in the doorway, apparently transfixed. Things had changed since he had been here last. I took the tray from his fingers and let him look his fill. The parlor was painted and papered in muted colors so that any colors I chose to decorate in would show off well. On the floor was a hand made silk rug I had purchased in China. On the walls were various Chinese scrolls. Various jade sculptures decorated the room as well. A gas log burned merrily in the fireplace. There were various silk screens around the room, depicting scenes from China. A large black chest sat on the far wall, with enamel figures on it. Above it hung a mirror with the same motif. A black enamel rocking chair with cream colored upholstery sat close to the fire, as did a fainting couch of crimson velvet and black enamel. A cream velvet couch completed the ensemble, with a black enamel coffee table between the three chairs, which is where I had placed our dessert. It was an eclectic gathering of furniture and artwork, some having been handed down from my grandparents who had traveled to China before the Cultural Revolution in the late 1960's, some having been purchased during my own trip earlier during the same year. Some of the furniture had been purchased in the States. Regardless, having it all in one place made quite an impression. "You took your grandfather's stuff out of storage." "I finally had a setting to place it in. It needed more pieces to balance it out." "I remember that chest and the mirror, and some of the other things when you took me to the shed, but really, wow. You have really done a lot with this place." Max was still standing in the doorway, looking around at the various artifacts and artwork displayed. "As soon as you are done ogling, we can drink our coffee. If you take too long, it will be cold." It was not a subtle hint, but it was all I could think of to get his mind back on track. I had known that he loved all things oriental, which was why I had taken him to my storage shed. I had not realized that he could go from orgasmic to– okay, I guess he was still orgasmic, but I wanted his attention on ME. We sat on the velvet couch, and he looked at me with admiration. "So you decided to go ahead with your trip to China," he began. "Even without me? Did you take someone, or did you go alone?" "I went alone. I actually got in touch with one of my old college friends, Li Ping, and she helped me with the translation when I was in her area. She also introduced me to others who could do the same," I answered. "Actually, my biggest problem with China is that they were so sexually repressed! I mean, most of Li Ping's friends were in college, so maybe that is why, but seriously, they don't have a whole lot of sex there. I corrupted quite a few men." "If not you, then who?" Jeff laughed as I told my tale of woe. "Speaking of corruption, I have been wanting to do this since before you got here!" I dropped to my knees beside the couch and pulled down Max's fly. He was wearing no underwear, obviously in anticipation of our sexual hijinx, so his semi hard cock slid out of his khaki pants very easily. I undid the top button and pulled them down enough to extract his balls. I then looked up at him with a smile on my face and licked him like he was my personal lollipop. I had refreshed my lipstick in the kitchen, so the moment he was fully hard I took him in my mouth, rubbing my lips down his hard shaft, then up again in a swirling motion. I looked down and saw the streaks left on his cock and groaned as I lowered myself onto his cock yet again. This time I took him all the way in my mouth, enjoying the curvature of his cock in my hot, sweet mouth. He groaned as I swallowed, convulsively, with him in my throat, and I tasted the pre-cum. I groaned again, getting even wetter. My thong was soaked through and moisture was running down my legs to my hose. I pulled up off of Max's cock, then tongued the under side of it, followed by the head of it, then licked and suckled at his balls while my hands rubbed his cock, increasing the pressure gradually. "Max, I want you to cum in your mouth, but I also want you in my ass. How much have you got, Lover?" I queried, eagerly lapping at his cock as I asked. "I have two more in me. Try for three and you will have to call the PARAMEDICS!" The last word came out an octave higher and much louder, as I not only took him in my mouth again but stuck a well sucked finger up his ass. I felt his balls tightening and started to move my finger slowly as he began fucking my face, completely out of control. Sure enough, pretty soon he came in my mouth, shooting his sperm into the back of my throat. He held my head still for the first shot, then realized what he was doing and that I could not breathe and let me up, fucking my mouth with only the head of his cock as he unloaded into my mouth. I moaned my pleasure. I was so turned on that if he had even touched my clit at that point there would have been orgasm after orgasm... Instead he pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked at me. "That was incredible for me. But what about you? I just came twice in a row, and you got nothing. That hardly seems fair." "Life isn't fair, Max. I like getting you off. Besides, you have the rest of the night to make me cum. I expect I will catch up. I usually do, and then some." We finished our dessert and I led him to the bedroom. Silk sheets, silk comforter, silk filled pillows, silk bed hangings on the canopy, my room would be the envy of any sultan or emperor. My California King sized bed could handle any kind of adventures I wanted to put it through. Ah, the tales it could tell. I reached for the remote on my bedside table and turned on the sound system in my room. While the music during dinner had been soft instrumental to keep the focus on the food, this was a mix of his old favorites and played slightly louder. Max led me to the bed and kissed me deeply. He could taste himself on my tongue, and I knew it was very erotic. He felt for the zipper at my waist, pulled it, and pulled my blouse over my head in short order. He looked with appreciation at my exposed nipples which were bared by the Merry Widow and were also very aroused. "Wow. Just- wow. How is it that you always manage to surprise me with incredibly erotic lingerie?" He leaned down and took one rosy tip between his lips, brushing his thumb over the other gently, then, as I threw my head back and groaned he sucked hard on the one while he twisted on the other. I unknotted his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, then thrust my fingers inside to caress his slightly furry chest, raking my fingernails down to his abdomen, dipping one into his belly button which caused him to gasp. "No fair. Your belly is covered." He took me in his arms to look for the fastening on my skirt. As he fumbled (it was fastened on the side instead of in back, where he started looking), I managed to remove both his shirt and his pants. Finally he got my skirt off and he stepped back to admire the view. The view from my side was not bad, either. Max's cock was recovering fast, and he was semi-erect already. His beautiful body glimmered in the candle light. He moved toward me, his intentions clear, and I met him half way. We shared another passionate kiss, and another, and another. My head was spinning by the time we came up for oxygen. Max picked me up and laid me on the bed, stripping back the top sheet and the comforter as he did. He then stripped me of my panties and kissed and licked me on each upper thigh, building the tension until I thought I might scream. I didn't have to, though. Max knew my body better than anybody else. Just when the tension got to the breaking point, he brought his ministrations to my clit. He licked my clit slowly, lapping at it rhythmically, then added finger play in my vagina to the mix. He slowly sped up, increasing the pressure and frequency of flicks my clit was getting while increasing the number of fingers in my wet cunt. Getting My Boyfriend Back Ch. 02 I had my first orgasm of the evening. It was incredible. I felt like I was going to break his fingers, I squeezed them so hard. Max smiled at me from his spot at my clitoris, but he didn't stop flicking my sensitive button at all. He stayed right there and, sure enough, there came another orgasm, and then another and another! When the orgasm storm was over, I was dripping with sweat, we had lost count of the orgasms, and I was feeling like I could have walked to China, I was so euphoric. Looking at Max, I saw that he was pretty happy with my performance as well. I wanted to be fucked, though, and I wanted to do it out of the Merry Widow. I turned over and asked Max if he would please untie me. There was another way in, but this was a good way to get him involved in getting me out. I felt Max's lips brush my ass: one cheek, then the other. Then he untied the bow that would let him unlace me and let me free. He lifted my hair out of the way and kissed my shoulders, then began to loosen the laces. The laces were soon loose enough for me to get out, but Max lay on top of me, his cock nestling into the crack of my ass, and whispered into my ear, "Do you still have that condom? Because your ass looks incredible tonight." I was incredibly surprised, because I usually had to initiate anal sex, even though it was a HUGE turn-on for Max. He had never been this straightforward about it. I guess it was another thing that had changed in a year. I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the condom lying there. I had, in fact, kept it for this occasion. He almost snatched it out of my hand in his haste to put it on. I removed the Merry Widow, feeling much better as my breasts were released from their constraints. I stood, then bent over the bed, grabbing a bottle of lube off the table just in case we needed it. Max stood behind me and slowly penetrated my ass. He got the head in the first try, stretching my tight opening a little bit, but it felt SO good. I pushed back against him the next time and took him all the way. We started to move together and I could hear the moist slapping noises his balls made when they made contact with my pussy. Max threw his head back in ecstasy and I gave him a little squeeze to welcome him to the neighborhood. I put my hand on my clit, but it was immediately shoved away, as Max had the same idea at the same time. He rubbed at my pussy and I orgasmed again. It was SO good! I twisted my body a little more and rubbed his balls every time I could reach them, but his hands kept getting in the way and I ended up mostly holding his hand. That was a little weird. He reached his other hand around me and grabbed one of my tits, then the other, fondling them gently at first, then twisting my nipples harder and harder as his cock continued to slide in and out of my ass. He sat up straight, took me by the hips and began to pick up the pace. He was sweating freely now, and I could feel the moisture dripping off of his face and onto my ass. I called for a short halt, then got on my hands and knees on the bed with him kneeling behind me so that he could drive me into the softness of the bed in comfort. His beautiful cock stroked in and out of me until he hit my ass with his pelvis every time he thrust in and until he almost popped out every time he came out of my hot, tight little ass. I loved the sensation and wanted it to continue forever. Suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged on it, making me kneel up in front of him. I turned my head and kissed him hungrily. He began to thrust hard and slowly, and I knew he was close to coming. If I could just pull off one more orgasm tonight would be perfect... I leaned down and rubbed frantically at my clit, then exploded, seeing stars (maybe because I really could not breathe like that). The convulsions in my ass did it for him. He came. He pulled out of my ass, and we both lay down on the bed. I pulled the covers up and we cuddled until we fell asleep. For this night, at least, my boyfriend was back.