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Coffee Meeting

By: Houseblend3



Thank you Pink Delphi for helping make this more presentable.

Sometimes I wonder where all of this started. The best way to explain is to remember for you the events that led me to this point in my life.

I had been married for several years and enjoyed what I had called a normal sex life. We had children but after the kids, our sex life slowly became one sided and infrequent later on. She wanted sex, but it was always just receiving oral from me. After she was pleased, I received a few half hearted strokes and then was asked to do it myself. I was satisfied but at times I felt that I was less of a man by giving into her oral desires, and not insisting on more traditional forms of gratification. This continued for about 20 years or so, until all sexual efforts were either met with refusal, or at best, half-hearted enthusiasm.

Then the I discovered the Internet; I met a person who made me realize that some people still had warm and loving relationships - very sexual and very warm. This wonderful person also introduced me to erotic stories, which I loved. I lost track of her but the love for more erotic adventures remained and intensified. I kept reading and exploring online and found that I was a little different than most. I discovered that I liked being submissive, and the kinkier, the better. I seemed to be interested in almost everything that most people would consider unusual. Very few things do not interest me. Giving oral pleasure is my favorite, but the desire to experiment has always been strong for me and I suppose always will be. Slowly, I began to drift into a world of fantasying about sex rather than being an active participant.

One day after finishing a project in my shop, I was vacuuming the sawdust up and, on a whim, wondered what the vacuum would feel like on my nipples. I pulled up my shirt and let it begin its magic on my left nipple which readily turned hard as a rock. I began groping my balls through my clothes. Then, I pulled down my shorts and applied the vacuum. The hose end was slightly larger than my cock and balls, and it went easily up to my torso with my entire package being sucked and pulled away from my body. My body violently responded as I began humping and quivering from the vacuum stimulation. 

Then to my horror, I sensed that someone was watching. I immediately turned the vacuum off and I pulled up my shorts. I was shocked to see, not 10 feet away, my single neighbor, Jen. She was just as stunned as I. The garage door was fully up, and she had entered to borrow a socket set. I had no idea how long she had been watching me getting my balls sucked. 

She smiled, and in a cheery voice commented that now both of us had a secret. I quickly let her take my drive set and walked with her to the street. Just before we parted I blurted out that no one else knew I did what she saw me doing. I said I would be appreciative if she did not tell anyone. Looking directly into my eyes she told me I was safe for now but we would need to talk later. She told me that she understood that I did not want any of the family to know, and she would keep our secret. She would repay me for all the things I did for her by not mentioning what she saw. With a sly grin, she told me she might have more chores for me now, and we would have our talk over coffee later. 

I felt vulnerable and secretly knew that I had little control over what might happen. I liked her, and hoped we could get together as more than neighbors. I knew that if she gave me any encouragement, I would not be able to resist. My fantasies began to include her from that moment. 

Every time Jen visited my wife for the next few days, I expected her to let our secret slip, but that never happened. The friendship between them seemed to grow, and my wife asked me to help out Jen whenever I could. In fact, I was urged to put her paper on the porch every morning when I walked our dog. This was an easy thing to do, and it became a standard practice.

One morning, as I delivered her paper, she opened the door and told me to come in for a few minutes. She stood in her foyer and, as I held my dog on his leash, she asked if I were still playing and fantasizing. I know I blushed but I answered that I was. She then told me I needed to quit and that if I did not, she would tell my family what she had witnessed. She told me that she suspected why I was into that, and that if I were having trouble quitting, she would be able to help. Immediately I began to think of counseling, meetings, and therapy, but she told me that was not what she had in mind. She said I was to try to simply stop fantasizing about sex, and that, later, she would be asking me about my progress.

I didn't stop. I did, however, try to be more careful. She did ask about it again, and I said that I had quit. She just smiled. How she knew I will never know, but she knew. A week or so later she met me at the door one morning, and immediately told me to come in. I did and she took my dog, putting him into her front room as she closed the door. When she returned she told me I was not telling her the truth and she really wanted to help, but sexual fantasies were hard to eliminate if you were always in need. I noticed a wicked smile, and then her piercing eyes seemed to read my wishes.  

She advanced to me and we embraced. My arms held her to me as our lips met. In seconds, my tongue was deeply probing into her mouth and her tongue met mine. Our bodies seemed to melt together, our tongues joining us as one. As our lips parted, we both moaned and in unison we each said how we had wanted that to happen. I kissed her again and then my lips trailed to her neck. My hand gently cupped her breast which she offered to me as she unbuttoned her top. Then as I completely lost control, I sank to my knees and pulled her pajama bottoms down. Her sex was inches from my waiting lips as I nuzzled her womanhood. She spread her legs slightly and pushed forward as I kissed her heated slit. My tongue slipped into her as her legs moved further apart, and she offered herself to me. I used my hands to separate her smooth sexual folds and gained full access to her most private and womanly charms. I flicked and sucked and began pushing one, and then two fingers inside her wetness. I was fucking her with my fingers, and my lips and tongue were working all around the folds and crevices of her so very forbidden and private pussy. She ground into me as her body began to tremble. Her whole body became rigid and then slowly relaxed... It was spontaneous. My desire and her need brought had instantly brought her to orgasm. As she relaxed, I put my arms around her hips and held her to me. Her hands went to my arms and gently urged me to stand. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

She pulled me onto her bed, and she grabbed a pillow and put it under her hips, offering herself to me. Her shaved sex was more than a beautiful pussy. It was an altar upon which I could worship her womanly sensuality. I was between her legs as she guided my manhood into its feminine home. Slight resistance quickly became warm penetration as her wetness coated my love head and cemented her body around my cock. Our sexes were made for each other, and I thought this intercourse was the most sensitive and pleasurable that I had ever experienced. I was so excited that each thrust was harder and deeper than the last. She held me as I pounded into her. She did not climax again but she did take a wonderful delight is letting me claim her erotic physical body. I exploded and with each inward ramming I pumped my seed into her. Our eyes were burning thru to our souls as my climax ended. I collapsed onto her as we both let our spent bodies calm down.

Later, I pulled out of her and lay with my head on her bosom. We just lay there stroking and being content to savor what we had experienced. I kissed her nipples and kept kissing and sucking until she began to squirm. Her hand went to her love slit as she began rubbing in a circular motion. Moaning and squirming, she took her hands and pulled my face to hers as our lips met. Just as her tongue entered my mouth it was replaced with an index finger dripping with honey. We both could taste my own hot seed mingled with her excited juices. I began to suck and moan as she pushed her fingers in and out of my hungry mouth. When her fingers were clean, she put her hands on my ears and as she rubbed and probed she began pushing my head downwards. Her voice a whisper, she told me our juices had become one and now she wanted my tongue again. She opened her legs as she pushed me to her waiting sex. It was bathed in my own cum and her opening was now the size of my own cock. Stretched and inflamed from my prior assault, you could see into the love tunnel that men so crave. Our honey was leaking onto to her legs and cheeks, but my only thought was how erotic and sensual her body was, and how we were devouring each other. I wanted to love her again.

I buried my face in her opened sex as I used my lips and tongue to please her again. I lapped and licked and consumed the blended essence of our bodies. I remained there loving and drinking, and tasting her for over an hour, looking into her eyes the whole time. With curled lips and glazed eyes she erupted into a massive climax and only then did her eyes close.

Returning to our realm she forcefully pulled me up to her face and our lips met. We kissed, tasted, and tenderly our lips and tongues shared our juices. We lay in each others arms and rested. We knew we had both found what we had been looking for. 

She asked me how I felt about being told to eat her after we had sex and I replied that it was the most erotic thing I had ever done, I loved it and I would want it again. Smiling, she told me my obedience would be rewarded and that she loved being filled and then taken orally by someone so eager to please. Quietly she murmured that she now wanted to hear every fantasy that I had ever dreamed. I knew that I wanted it as well.