She’s All Wet

Eight years ago I met the love of my life. I was in my late 50s and she was ten years younger, but even today she only looks to be in her early 40s according to everyone who ever meets her. She was absolutely beautiful—very petite, about five feet one, 110 pounds, with a tight body, a gorgeous dark tan, brown  hair and the best-looking ass I could ever remember seeing, the result of a strenuous daily workout routine. As I discovered later, she was also a “squirt­er,” something I had always heard about but didn’t believe existed.

Tessa was the most innocent-looking lady you could ever envision—all class! After talking all afternoon, we discovered we were both in unhappy and dull marriages, and as the night progressed we realized we were really into each other. After I walked her back to her cottage, she lured me into her room, then pulled me close and began gently kissing me, I felt ­myself getting excited.

The next thing I knew, she pushed me against the wall, ripped my shirt open, removed her bra and rubbed her hard nipples against me. As she worked her way down my body, I felt her lips and tongue leaving wet circles all over me. Finally she reached my cock and began taking me in and out. She did things I could not believe, first sucking on my dick and deep-throating me, then gently blowing and kissing my balls, taking first one and then the other in her mouth. Within minutes I was ready to explode, and when I did, she swallowed every last drop, saying how good I tasted.

I made my way down to Tessa’s pussy, then kissed and sucked on the wettest and most beautiful one I had ever seen. When she eventually screamed that she was coming, her pussy shot squirt after squirt of the sweetest-tasting nectar, wetting my face and leaving a huge wet spot on the bed. She soon relaxed, but continued to fondle my dick, and in a short time this and her expert mouth had me hard again.

She screamed to please fuck her. Though I am not large, I struggled to insert my dick in the tightest pussy you could imagine. As the head of my dick entered her, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me as close as possible, then gave me the ride of my life, all the time screaming “yes, yes.” Not only was her pussy tight, it was so wet that I actually felt her liquids rushing out onto the bed. Her pussy continued to suck me in, and she was moving around so much that I had to work to remain on top of her.

I was trying not to come too soon, but then her pussy closed hard on my dick, and I shot my load in her. As I did, I felt stream after stream of wetness shooting from Tessa’s pussy, soaking both the bed and me. Though this doesn’t happen all the time, when she does get excited and squirts, it is the most unbelievable feeling. It is almost like she has turned on a faucet.

She apologized profusely, but when I told her how great it felt, she began kissing me with a passion unlike anything I had ever experienced. I was hooked at that point, but it was several months later that we realized how much we were alike and began falling more and more in love.

Eventually we left our spouses and, though not married, became one. A year or so later we were traveling to celebrate my birthday. We were in a very nice restaurant, having drinks ­before going to our table, and I left Tessa sitting at the bar to use the restroom and make a phone call. When I returned, she was talking to two professional gentlemen sitting nearby. She indicated that one of the guys had hit on her, saying how beautiful she was, and asking if we were married. She had said no but that we were in a committed relationship.

We continued to talk with the two gentlemen and discovered that the one who had hit on her had the same birthday as I did. Tessa turned to me and asked if I would care if she gave him a “birthday kiss.” Since the bar was empty except for the four of us and the bartender and was somewhat isolated from the dining crowd, I said sure, if she wanted.

She walked over to the guy, said she had a birthday gift for him and began kissing him. I had anticipated a simple kiss, but that is not what happened. While I and the guy’s friend watched in amazement, she kissed the guy with everything she had. For the next couple of minutes, they stood kissing and ­rubbing against each other with their mouths open and their tongues probing deep in each other’s mouth.

When the kiss ended, the guy lost his balance and stumbled back into a chair, and we all laughed. He, his friend and the bartender and I were all shocked, since Tessa is such a beautiful, classy and innocent-looking lady. Soon our table was ready, but before we left to be seated, her new friend Ben took our phone number and indicated that he would call us if he ever visited our hometown.

About two weeks later Ben called Tessa and said he was coming to town and would like to take us to dinner. We decided that she would tell him that I was out of town but she would love to join him if the invitation still stood. I told her I was okay with whatever she wanted to do with Ben that evening, as long as she did not embarrass us—and if they had sex, they used protection.

While Tessa dressed for the evening, I knew she intended to make it a night we all would remember. She wore sexy lace thong panties, allowing her pussy to show through, along with thigh-highs and a bra that allowed her 34Bs and erect nipples to be on full display under a classy little black dress.

When Tessa left, she said she intended to have fun and would call me before returning home so I could move to the guest bedroom if she decided to invite the gentleman in “to share a glass of wine.” From the guest bedroom I could easily hear everything going on, and if they decided to go in the other bedroom, I could peek in there without being seen.

When she returned, Tessa indeed invited Ben in, and before long moved to the bedroom. However, the evening only consisted of a lot of kissing, some petting and limited oral sex—him eating her pussy—because he had had too much to drink and could not get an erection. I heard him comment ­repeatedly how beautiful she was, how her kisses could seduce any guy and how great her pussy tasted, repeating over and over how wet it was and how great it tasted. After about two hours, she indicated to him that he would have to leave, that there could not be any sleep-overs.

Ben called Tessa many times over the next several months, but she never seemed to want to go out with him again and always made up excuses. However, remembering that night ­always aroused both Tessa and me, and we experienced some great sex recalling it.

About six months later Tessa received a call from a male friend from another town she had known before meeting me. He asked her to dinner. She said that she would enjoy seeing him but he should understand that she was involved in a relationship and was very much in love. She told me what a nice guy Garry was and said that at one time she had felt an attraction for him but that nothing had happened beyond a kiss one evening after they had drinks. But it was a very intimate kiss, she said. She still remembered how it dampened her panties.

I said that if she would like to see Garry, I had no objection. We both ­believe strongly that it is possible to be very much in love and still find others attractive and sexually desirable. She called him and arranged to go to dinner. Again I told her to enjoy herself, and said that I would remain hidden in the back bedroom in the event that he came back with her.

When Garry picked Tessa up, I watched unseen as she opened the door, and saw her give him a long and ­lingering kiss before they left for dinner. A couple of hours later she called and said they were on the way back and she would like to invite Garry in. I said that was fine, and I would move to the back bedroom.

When they arrived, they quickly made it to the bedroom, and I heard sounds of passionate kissing. When I heard the rustling of clothes, I peeked through the door and saw her with his cock deep in her mouth! Tessa loves to suck cock and is incredible at it. I heard slurping noises as she sucked him, then took his balls in her mouth. She screamed, “Oh yes, give it to me. I want to taste you.” When he moaned, I knew he was filling her mouth with his juices. She wiped the excess off her chin and put it back in her mouth, while still licking and sucking on his cock and making certain she didn’t lose ­another drop.

Garry went down on Tessa, and all I heard was Tessa saying how great he made her feel. I heard her moaning about how good it felt and begging him not to stop, and eventually the familiar shout that she was coming, and then the scream that she had “squirted.” He told her how it excited him when she let herself go like that. Then he noted how wet the carpet was where Tessa, while seated on the couch, had squirted onto the floor.

They rested awhile, talking while they had some wine. Then there was quiet, and I assumed they were making out. Then Tessa told Garry she would be back in a minute, and came to the back bedroom where I was, wearing only his shirt. She asked softly if I was okay with what was happening. When I said yes, she kissed me, then gathered some clothes and put on a sexy white lace thong and lace bra, a white garter belt and white stockings. Her dark tan and gorgeous body against the almost-nothing clothing was a sight to behold.

Before leaving, Tessa asked if it was okay to screw Garry without using protection. She said she was very comfortable that he was not a “player.” I said the decision was hers, and she returned to the other bedroom.

When she walked in, he gasped in disbelief. She lit some candles, and he threw her on the bed and began kissing her. Through the opening in the door I watched him move in front of her and place his dick at her opening, but she stopped him and handed him a rubber. He protested but then quickly put the rubber on and worked at entering her while she screamed, “Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!” When he had barely begun to fuck her she was screaming how good it felt.

Suddenly she stopped him. I couldn’t believe my eyes when she reached down and removed the rubber from his cock, saying, “You feel so good, I‘ve got to feel your cock in me next to my skin. I want to feel you shoot in me. I want your come inside me.” As she guided his bare cock in her, all the while begging him to fuck her, I knew she was about to give him a fucking he would never forget.

Garry began fucking Tessa so hard that I thought for a while they might ­actually break the bed. She was on her back rolling all over the bed, struggling to get him farther in her. She was grabbing and pulling on the headboard with her legs wrapped around him. She kissed him while he kept pounding into her. I heard the wetness of their bodies slamming together, and finally I heard Tessa’s familiar cry that she was coming, followed by the sharp scream that signaled she was squirting. She drew his face to her and kissed him with lust like I had not often seen.

Afterward, they talked while they rested. Garry said what a turn-on it was when Tessa squirted, which made me feel vindicated. I had always told her that every guy would enjoy experiencing the wetness from her squirting when they fucked, but she had always insisted that she could not do that with just anyone, that she was too embarrassed by the squirting. I guess his ­reassurance got her going again, ­because before long she was yelling again, begging him to fuck her.

I cracked the door and looked in, and saw Garry on his back at the foot of the bed with Tessa standing on the floor facing away from him while riding him, pushing against the dresser to achieve maximum penetration. Only a few minutes later I heard the familiar screams of coming and then squirting, with Garry continuing to shout how good it felt.

I couldn’t believe how long they kept it up. Finally Tessa said that Garry should probably get ready and leave before I called. However, before he left, she told him how much fun she had and promised to do it again soon.

No sooner had Garry left than Tessa came in the back bedroom where I was and began kissing me. Her probing tongue had me rock-hard in no time. I wanted her as badly as I could ever remember, and when I made love to her, I did not care, all I knew was that I wanted her and she wanted me. When I went to insert my cock in her, her pussy, though extremely wet, was swollen and tight, but after a little effort I worked my way in and got the ride of my life. We fucked for most of the night. The only problem was that by the end there was not a dry bed for us to sleep on.

—Name and address withheld