Rendezvous with Missus

Rendezvous with Missus

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Bob distracted me from the pile of bills I was shuffling around on my desk by saying, “I found a new one for you. Consider it an early 50th birthday gift.”

That caught my attention!

I looked up and replied with interest, “A new one? For me? What’s his name?”

“Tad, if you can believe that.” Bob laughed and poured us some wine.

The sun was just starting to settle low in the sky. The windows were cracked to let in a delicious but cool breeze.

“I can. Tad. How interesting.” I accepted the wine. “Describe him.” I took a sip and looked up at my husband as he stood before me, contemplating what he’d say.

“He’s tall and lanky. Like a basketball player. Speaking of, the work team played last week, and we invited him to join. I was chatting with him in the locker room afterward. He’s hung. You’ll like him.” Bob smiled with a naughty twinkle in his eye.

I slid down his zipper and let my fingers slip inside to run over his underwear. I felt his cock jerk at my touch.

“He has brown hair and green eyes, and he laughs easily. He’s athletic and funny and open to giving my wife a run for her money. I asked him myself. I told him we were open, and that I liked to vet your lovers for you. My friendly input into your extracurricular activities.”

I pushed my fingers inside the slit in his underwear and stroked his bare skin. His cock was fully hard, and I was fully turned on. A new date, a new man to explore, approved by Bob, what more could I ask for?

I’m a very lucky woman.

“His hobbies include photography, woodworking and eating pussy,” Bob said. He laughed softly but then stopped when I pulled his dick out of his pants and put my lips on him.

He urged me away so he could work the button and zipper of his pants, and pull them down along with his underwear to free himself fully. I went back to licking the tip of his cock. His hand found the back of my head, and he pulled me forward even as he thrust into my willing mouth.

“I can’t thank you enough for your assistance,” I murmured, licking a hot line up the underside of his dick.

His fingers tangled in my hair, and he pushed down on my head more forcefully.

“Oh, I think you can,” he muttered, his voice raspy.

I smiled, taking him as deep into my throat as I could. I sucked him in a steady rhythm, working him with my hand and lapping at his cockhead. A salty burst of pre-come coated my tongue, and I cupped his balls, sinking my mouth farther down his shaft.

“That’s good. I appreciate your attention to detail,” he said.

I pulled away and looked up at him.

“I hope he likes having his cock sucked,” I said, stroking my husband’s erection with my hand.

Bob shut his eyes and hummed. “I’m sure he does. And if he doesn’t, you’re good enough to convert him.” Then he pulled me back to him and fucked my mouth until he shot his come across my tongue and lips.

He bent to kiss me. “I want you to have fun, but then you come back home to me.”

I kissed him gently. “Absolutely.”

I showed up at Tad’s apartment at seven as instructed. He was a strapping 20-year-old, and his decor reflected his age. There was hardly any furniture, bare walls, lots of stacked books and video games.

He ushered me in and just kept staring, mouth slightly open. I could see the pink of his tongue and imagined what it would feel like on my clit.

“That bad, huh?” I said.

He blinked. “Sorry?”

“You’re staring.”

He blushed. “Oh, God. Sorry. I saw your picture in Bob’s office. I thought there was no way you were that pretty. But you are.”

I smiled. “Not too old for you?”

My 50th was coming up quick, but I still felt like a kid. And behaved like one usually.

“Nope. Not at all. Age is irrelevant.”

I touched his arm, and he drew closer to me as if that had given him permission.

I wanted to be in control of this situation, so I reached up, put my hands on his shoulders and pushed until he slowly knelt before me.

“How are you at pussy-eating?”

He lifted the hem of my short dress and smiled when he found me bare beneath.

“I like to think I’m skilled.”

“Let’s see.”

I stared him in the eye as he moved forward to nuzzle me. I didn’t stop watching even when his eyes closed.  His tongue slid along my folds, tracing my outer lips. He inhaled the scent of me deeply, something I always found arousing. He covered my clit with his mouth and then nudged it with his tongue. He delivered short staccato licks that I found myself anticipating. I pumped my hips, thrusting against his mouth. He continued fast and insistent — his tongue was so damn strong — until I was panting. My heart raced as I hovered right there on the edge of orgasm. He slowed his rhythm briefly, and when my body relaxed, he went back at me just as hard.

I came, cursing and tugging his hair.

He looked up at me and smiled. Then he put his hand between my legs and gently knocked it back and forth against my inner thighs until I spread my stance.

“How’s this?” He pushed two thick fingers inside me as he watched my face.

I shut my eyes and let my head tilt back.

“Good. That’s good,” I muttered.

“And this?” He added a third finger and brought his mouth back to me. This time his tongue was gentle, so gentle it drove me mad as he flicked it over the thumping nub of my clit. He fucked me with that thick bundle of fingers, opening me up for that big dick of his.

That thought alone triggered my second orgasm. It was fast and strong, and I felt my cunt gripping his fingers tight.

He took the hand I offered and stood. Before I knew what was happening, he scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom just beyond his living room. The bed was neatly made, the room sparse.

He laid me on the bed and went about taking his clothes off. I shimmied out of my dress and tossed it on the floor. The short cotton sheath had done its job of breaking the ice.

His cock sprung free, hard and long — and just as big as Bob had promised.

I spread my legs, and he lowered himself over me, his smooth, hard chest mashing against my breasts. My nipples spiked against his skin, and the friction made my stomach tumble for a moment like I was falling.

“I clenched my pussy around him and felt myself slide closer to coming.”

His cock slid along my slit, spreading my moisture. I tilted my hips, wanting him to fill me up with his dick the way he had with his fingers.

He inched into me slowly, only the tip at first, which had me clenching and writhing in anticipation.

He was teasing me. I could tell by the way his eyes sparkled. He pushed into me a little farther, and I groaned.

“Please, Tad, you are absolutely killing me.”

“Yeah?” He bent and bit my shoulder. Pain sparkled through me, making my pussy feel fatter and fuller than it already did.

“Yes. God, please fuck me.”

He slid into me swiftly then. His big hands braced on either side of me. I could smell the warm musky scent of him and peppermint on his breath.

He bit me again, and I clenched my pussy tight around him. It was my turn to tease.

“Oh, missus,” he breathed.

“Missus, is that what gets you off? You like that I’m older. You like saying that?”

He nodded.

“Good, say it as much as you want.”

He covered me with his body, bucking hard against me as he fucked me. I raised my legs high, opening myself to him. Every time he drove into me, his pelvis banged my clit. I clenched my pussy tight around him and felt myself slide a bit closer to coming.

He pulled my arms up above my head and held them there. I bumped up to meet him, and he growled softly, laying hot wet kisses along my neck. A shiver ran through me and goose bumps raced along my skin.

He pulled free of me and sucked my nipple into his mouth. His hands pinned my arms. I tossed my head; the sensation of him drawing on me was overwhelming. My cunt thumped in time with my heart.

He looked down at me to say, “You’re very pretty, missus.” Then he pushed that big dick back inside me.

I came. The sudden bump to my clit, the filing of my pussy, it was all so intense.

He flipped me onto my belly, hiked my hips up high and slid into me from behind. His hands on the small of my back, holding me steady. Big and warm, strong and possessive.

I drove myself back to take him. His finger circled my back hole, and I moaned.

“Oh, you like that do you, missus. Being filled in more than one hole?”

As he pushed a big finger in my ass, I was nodding mindlessly, chanting, “Yes, yes… ”

His cock slammed me hard as his finger wormed its way into my bum. He groaned, and I knew he liked it, too, feeling his own cock sliding in and out of me with that finger buried deep inside me.

He banged me hard again, and I came. I’m a multi-orgasmic woman, and I’ve always been grateful for it.

“I’m going to come soon,” he said.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” I asked. “You want to come in my pussy or in my mouth?”

He slowed, pondering and then pulled free of me. When I turned around, he was jerking his dick in a tight fist. I lapped at the rosy tip while he continued to pump himself. And when he stopped and moved his hand, I slid my mouth down that fat dick as far as I could.

The noise he released made me shiver. He grabbed a handful of my hair and held my head as he fucked my mouth faster — his hips pistoning, his breath harsh.

I sucked hard on his shaft, drawing so intensely my cheeks hollowed. He responded with another groan.

I moved away for a second, looked him in the eyes and said, “Come for missus.”

His eyes rolled back a little, and he plunged his cock back into my mouth. Three pumps and he was coming, coating my tongue with thick come.

I looked up at him, wondering if he’d be interested in another rendezvous with missus. I was going to guess yes.