TAKING THE PLUNGE!	

 I remember how my heart beat faster and I felt a dull, hollow sensation in the pit of my stomach as I sat naked in front of my dressing-table mirrors. I looked down and saw that though my pubes needed a trim I could still see the pinkness of my vaginal lips because they were puffy and sticking way out a sure sign that I was aroused. I spread my thighs wide apart and to allow my right hand to slip between them and confirmed, what I already knew, that my sex was indeed swollen and very wet. 
Looking in the mirror I saw that my face was flushed and my eyes were feverish and ashamed I closed my eyes but could not control the urge to fondle my sex with my fingers. The tips gently stroked the flushed lips till they parted allowing my love button to peep out of its hiding place. Ever since being a teenager I have been rather embarrassed by my clitoris because it is so large, as it is just over an inch and a half long and as thick as my thumb, making me feel as if it was a deformity which I should keep hidden but, when I am aroused, it sticks way out looking almost like a child’s penis. It was sticking way out that day and I closed two fingers around the fat protuberance and began the gentle friction which it adored. The fleshy stem became totally engorged and throbbed wildly as it hardened and became the centre of my sexual universe. 

It had been some time since I'd had any kind of sexual satisfaction and really wanted to keep stroking until I climaxed but, by a supreme act of self control, I reluctantly pulled my fingers away from my throbbing sex and lifted them to my mouth and saw that they were coated with a milky fluid. When aroused I leak like crazy which can be rather embarrassing. Blushing furiously because of what I was about to do  and looking at myself in the mirror I lifted my fingers to my mouth and watched as the tip of my tongue emerged and slowly collected the sticky fluid from the tips before retreating into my mouth. My love juice tasted slightly metallic, that evening, and I shuddered all over as it slid down my throat making me want to taste even more and my fingers automatically went back to my sex before I jerked them away. I used tissues to mop up the trickle of love juice, which was still oozing out of my still parted sex lips. 

Looking in the mirror I hardly recognised the woman being reflected as her face was contorted by lust and her cheeks were flushed as tiny beads of perspiration glistened on her forehead. The tip of her tongue was sweeping from one side of her bottom lips to the other as if seeking more of the nectar. It was a picture of a woman sexually aroused and desperately in need of satisfaction. 

My husband had moved out so that we could find out where we were at. For the past year he and I seemed to be on different planes and we were kept having rows after rows. I don’t think he was seeing another woman but he seemed to have lost interest in making love with me. I'd always been very sexually oriented and before the rows we'd had a full and varied if vanilla sex life. 

Taking a deep breath, to try to calm my nerves, I continued applying my makeup before standing up and looking at the reflections in the mirrors. Except for a slightly thicker waist and heavier boobs I still had the same curvy and sexy body that I'd given to my bridegroom on my wedding day seven years previously and it still had its needs. 

I began to feel weepy but quickly chased my depressing thoughts away as I slipped into the black, quarter cup bra which supported my heavy breasts but left my nipples bare. My nipples looked swollen and very red and I gave them a squeeze which nearly was my undoing because the exquisite sensation sped from them to my sex and I felt my vagina clench and expels a wad of love juice. Looking down I saw it trickling down the inside of my thighs and had to use a tissue to wipe it away before I quickly slipped the thong up my legs. The tiny garment consisted of a miniscule triangle of sheer material, in the front, and a thin thong at the back which met the thong run my waist. The slender strip immediately was swallowed in the deep cleavage between my protruding buttocks and looking at my bottom, in the mirror, it seemed as if I wasn't wearing any pants at all. The thong made me feel very feminine and provocative and I was doing it for myself rather than for my date, or so I thought at the time. 

I was going out for the first time since my trial separation and, though I had no intention of going to bed with my date I wanted to feel very feminine to boost my flagging self-esteem. The fact that I was wearing sexy undies, which I'd bought for myself, made me feel as if I was in control of my life. When I looked in the mirror I saw that my love juice had begun to trickle out again from my sex and was causing a large wet spot to appear on the material of the naughty thong. . Again I had to mop up the love juice before adjusting the triangle of material to cover my sex. I turned my back to the mirror and saw the blatant jutting out of my bare buttocks and I shivered all over with excitement as an acute sensation of sheer eroticism swept through my body. I was breathing in gasps and my legs felt wobbly and butterflies seemed to be fluttering in my stomach and I felt as if I was going to pass out. 
Looking at myself reminded me that I'd dressed this way for my husband, in the past, and I felt sad and, for a brief moment, thought about cancelling the date. 

I was due to meet Alex at a restaurant near his hotel. It was my best friend who'd suggested that it was time that I pulled myself together and she'd introduced me to her boss, a newly divorced rather dishy guy.

The restaurant was crowded but he was already waiting at the table and he greeted me with a kiss on each cheek which sent frissons of arousal straight to that intimate place between my thighs and once again my love juice began to flow. The scrap of material couldn't contain it all and I felt it start to trickle down the inside of my thighs before it was caught by the raised rim of my stocking-tops. My legs were all wobbly and I quickly sat down. I was very nervous but gradually, as we chatted, the tension melted and was replaced by a sensation of intimacy and relaxation as we swapped life stories.

I caught Alex looking at my chest and, looking down, saw that the top button of my dress had come undone and a great deal of my breasts were on show and I even caught a glimpse of my naked nipples when I bent forward. I blushed fiercely but, at the same time, felt wet heat invade my loins causing more profuse love juice to ooze out of my sex. I chided myself silently for being so easily aroused and asked Alex to excuse me and swiftly went to the ladies room almost stumbling because my legs felt like jelly. 

My heart was beating erratically and my mind was in a whirl as I made my ways to the ladies. I was intently aware of my pulsing sex and, once inside one of the cubicles, I slipped my thong down and saw that it was heavily coated with my thick sex juice. My inner thighs were covered with a gleaming sheen of wetness and my pussy was very puffy and partly opened. Thinking that it I had a quick orgasm I would calm down I sat down and started to rub my clitoris, which was sticking all the way out but, though I stroked furiously, which increased my arousal, somehow I couldn't bring myself to a climax so that I was even more strung out by the time I pulled up my thong. I made a wad with toilet paper and inserted it beneath the triangle in an effort to soak up some of my love juices. When I left the cubicle I glanced in the mirror and saw how flushed and wild I looked. I splashed my face with cold water then touched up my make-up and brushed my hair.

Alex looked at me quizzically, when I rejoined him at the table, but didn't say anything. We finished our meal but all the time my mind was filled with images of my naked body being caressed by his large hands. It's crazy, I thought, as I didn't want to have sex with anyone but my husband!

It felt so good being with a man who seemed to appreciate me that I foolishly accepted his invitation to go back to his apartment. We took a taxi and once ensconced he poured us large brandies then, after we'd toasted each other, he put his glass on the coffee table and gathered me into his arms. I think I might have made a feeble attempt to extricate myself but I can’t be sure as that first kiss was frenzied and volcanic as if we'd somehow unleashed an incandescent heat which consumed my body. I felt his tongue slipping inside my mouth while his hands were exploring my body. I moaned in his mouth while shaking all over as lust gripped every nerve in my body I 
     
I was amazed by his audacity because he knew that I was a married woman and was trying to repair my marriage and sleeping with another man would not help.

His left hand cupped a breast and his fingers skilfully rolled the nipple until it was even harder and much more sensitive while, at the same time, his other hand was unfastening the buttons of my dress. Truly I did try to fend him off but he simply brushed my hands away as he continued to kiss me and driving his long tongue between my lips. I tried to stop myself but was unable to resist the urge to kiss him back and, as we kissed passionately, his fingers continued teasing my nipple which fuelled the fire which had been simmering between my legs. For the first time in ages I felt as if I was an attractive woman.

My rising passion quelled that small voice of guilt which told me that I shouldn't allow a man, who wasn't my husband, to stroke me so intimately.

Alex must have sensed my weakness because he wasted no time and soon my dress was unbuttoned slid down my body leaving me wearing only the thong and the bra which did nothing to cover my breasts plus the hold-up stockings. He cupped both breasts, in his hands, and brought them to his mouth and, keeping them pressed together, he sucked both nipples into his mouth, at the same time. My nipples have always been very sensitive and I can climax from having them sucked. The way his tongue lashed the tips was sensational and I felt a sort of electric current streaking from my nipples to my clitoris which popped out and stood at attention waiting for its share of titillation.

Alex released one breast then clasped the other one, between his two large hands, and kneaded the nipple until it was even harder then squeezed it between two fingertips and tugged it as far as it would stretch. He bent his head and took the swollen bud into his mouth, sucking it while running the tip of his tongue over the tip, in sweeping strokes and using the edge of his teeth to add a smidgen of pain. I nearly climaxed as he moved his mouth to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. I felt my pussy melt as even more wetness flowed out. My entire body was responding and I could distinctly feel my vaginal lips swelling as a gnawing, insatiable sensation of pure lust swept through my sex and womb. I realised that I'd passed the point of no return and was going to allow him to do anything he wanted to me, however wicked and outrageous. It scared me that I could feel like that and I was still feeling guilty but it was rapidly being swamped by the needs of my body.

Alex's mouth left my nipple and he kissed his way up my chest and neck till his lips were brushing against my ear. I felt the tip of his tongue slip into my ear canal; pressing in as far as it would go and, as it's one of my most sensitive erogenous zone, I felt my glowing pussy opening up even more, allowing my sex juices to dribble out and soak the gusset of my thong. Alex continued to nibble on my ear lobe before the tip of his tongue slid along my jawline then into my open mouth. I could hardly breathe as his tongue speared deeply into my mouth as his hands cupped my breasts again and his fingers continued nipping my hard nipples. I felt as if my half-naked body was expanding before it would explode into a million small pieces.

Suddenly he pulled away and swiftly stripped my thong off leaving me wearing stockings and high heels. Daringly, hardly believing that I was doing it, I reached out and undid the belt of his trousers then the zip and out sprang a beautiful, smooth and circumcised cock, of more than usual girth and length. It was hard as rock and the knob was swollen, on its tip a lone bead of clear liquid glistened as it trembled before it broke away to be immediately replaced by another
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In a gruff voice he told me to kiss it as he moved backward and sat on the edge of the sofa. Without thinking about the way he was ordering me around like a slave I sank to my knees in front of him and gently took the impressive cock, between my two hands, and steered the knob to my mouth. His beautiful cock must have been at least eight inches long and much fatter than my husband's. From his groin a strong scent of sexy maleness rose to fill my nostrils and I became intoxicated with my need to please him. I kissed the head before opening my lips and taking it inside. My lips were stretched to their full capacity as I took his cock deeper into my mouth, moving my head, from side to side, to try to facilitate its penetration. My lips slid down the shaft until the head butted against the back of my throat while half of his shaft was still outside my mouth. I moved my head up and down, sliding my lips along the smooth shaft again and again. I would have kept going forever if he'd not gently pulled my head back, so that my lips reluctantly loss their hold on his cock then he pulled me down on the carpet and I ended lying flat on my back. 

Alex was still wearing his clothes, though his trousers and underpants were at half mast, and it made everything more exciting and dirty and made me realise that I had crossed a line from which I would never recover.
 
He kissed each nipple, before tonguing his way down to my navel probing into the shallow indentation. For the first time I discovered how arousing it could be. It was as if it was somehow connected to my clitoris and that it was my love button which was being licked and teased. 

He pulled back, his chin resting on one of my thighs, as his hands gently spread my legs as wide apart as they could go. The tips of his fingers stroked my inner thighs, the movement was slow and sensual causing my skin to break out in goose pimples so that it felt as if my whole body was on fire and I began moaning like a wild animal in heat. I realised that he'd taken control of my body.

He bent my legs, at the knees, and raised them back so that it pushed my itchy and wet pussy both forward and upward. Leaning forward he kissed my pussy and I squirmed with pleasure. He toyed with me, slyly rubbing the tips of his fingers along the edges of my pussy, letting his tongue lick a fraction of an inch from my clitoris but not actually touching me where I longed to be touched. It was the most exquisite torture I'd ever endured and I heard my voice begging him to take me, declaring that I was his to do with whatever he wanted. I couldn't believe that I could do such a depraved thing. It was definitely my voice and it was expressing the way I felt at that precise moment.

Responding to my lewd pleas Alex finally kissed my pussy. My knees were pressing against my breasts, as his tongue travelled the length of my vaginal opening and the tip of his tongue moved the outer lips and folds aside so that it could poke into my wet hole. I sensed that it was overflowing with sex juices because I felt it dribble out when he slipped his tongue inside. He lapped and probed again and again and it felt as if his whole face was being absorbed inside my pussy. Using the flat of his tongue, like an ice-cream scoop, he lapped up and down my pussy, flitting over my quivering clitoris. 

I felt as if I'd go mad if I didn't climax immediately and I begged and sobbed for him to finish me off.
I must tell you, at this point, that what I'm describing is someone I never knew existed before that night. I'd always been rather prim and proper and sex with my husband had always been rather genteel.

Alex closed his lips around my love button and sucked it into his mouth and flicked it insistently with his tongue, causing me to feel as if my entire body was being drawn into my clitoris then into his mouth and I was groaning and moaning loudly. I didn't recognise the sounds as they sounded like animal sounds rather than human ones. My naked buttocks were off the floor and I could feel my bum-hole opening and closing, as he continued to suck my clitoris. I feared for my sanity if I wasn't allowed to orgasm soon.

His fingers slithered through the wetness, sliding along the length of my pulsing pussy. He was playing with the splayed lips, pulling them even further open then closing them before releasing them so that they sprang back. The pressure, which was building up deep at the back of my womb, was increasing by leaps and bounds. I knew that soon I would be orgasming putting an end to the exquisite torture.

Two thick fingers slid into the hungry opening of my pussy and they moved shallowly, at first, then penetrated deeper and deeper until they were fully buried inside. I felt the pad of his thumb pushing against my anus and the tight ring opened and allowed it to penetrate. He had two fingers buried inside my vagina and his thumb in my anus and they started seesawing in and out, picking up speed, while he continued to suck on my clitoris. It felt as if my pussy had turned to jelly. My entire body melted with ecstasy as the latent orgasm overwhelmed my entire body. The huge explosion blanked out my mind, leaving me totally helpless, totally in his control.  Panting and moaning like a beast my hips gyrated as I pressed my pussy harder against his face and fingers. 

Alex was incredibly sensitive to a woman's moods. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted and urgently needed. Playing me like a musical instrument he stroked me toward a crescendo but, at the last minute, he deliberately changed the rhythm so that it receded enough to withhold that final crisis, I so desperately sought. Fingers smoothly sliding in and out of my spasming holes he continued to hold my clitoris prisoner between his lips, lashing it with his tongue. 
Every inch of my pussy was stimulated but, just as I trembled on the brink of an orgasm, he softened his touch so that the onset of my climax paused. Lewdly I responded by heaving my hips forward pressing my pussy even harder against his face. 

His hand grabbed my bottom forcing me to stay still and dutifully I stopped moving. He continued stimulating me until I seemed to be hovering just a fraction away from the orgasm. I was trembling on the brink and he kept me there longer than I'd ever been before. It was the sweetest torture I've ever been subjected to. My body was so sensitised that I could feel the rippling walls of my anus grasping his thumb and my breasts felt so swollen that it was almost as if they were going to burst. My nipples were so hard that they ached and my lips were swollen and dry. Even my toes were curling with pleasure.

Alex kept me hovering on the brink of the orgasm or an eternity and I wanted to scream, but didn't have enough air in my lungs to do so, as he increased the suction on my clitoris. He moved his fingers rapidly in and out. It was almost as if he was drawing the orgasm from the depths of my womb into my pussy. Exquisite pleasure invaded every nook and cranny. My pulsing clitoris felt as large as a penis as slowly the sweet sensations converged to my pussy. It built up until it exploded. An orgasm, bigger and stronger than anything I’d ever experienced before, blasted through my entire being. My mouth was wide open, in a silent scream. I felt the orgasm erupting with an intensity which threatened my sanity and for a brief moment I blanked out

Alex was still sucking my pussy when the orgasm began to fade. I could barely bear his touch because my pussy and clitoris were so sensitive that it almost hurt. 

Moving away, from my sex, fluently he slipped on top of my still spasming body. Sliding his tongue into my mouth simultaneously he pushed his cock into my pussy and it went all the way in, gliding smoothly in the wetness created by his oral loving. The head butted against my cervix and I raised my pelvis to meet his thrusts. His hands slipped beneath my bottom, clasping my buttocks as he began to fuck me hard, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into me. Holding me firmly he pumped his cock in and out of my sex in a rhythmic fashion which soon triggered another wave of arousal. 

Soon I was soaring towards another orgasm as his hard cock pulled almost all the way out, leaving only the swollen head remaining inside my pussy, before it slammed all the way back inside. The force of his thrusts caused my breasts to wobble like jelly, on my chest as his fingers dug deeper and deeper into the elastic flesh of my buttocks bringing me even closer to his body as he repeatedly pounded his thick cock into my quim. The shaft of his cock rubbed against my clitoris, the friction driving me wild and soon I was teetering on the brink of another orgasm, as pleasure swept through my taut body, again and again.

He rammed his cock even harder into my pussy and it was so hard and thick that it felt as if I was being speared by an iron rod, as it rubbed my clitoris. Intense pressure welled up inside my womb and, just as I felt his cock twitch and swell even more, my orgasm exploded and its power rocked through my body and caused my vaginal muscles to clamp his shaft, like an iron fist and my cervix to open and allow even deeper penetration.  Wave after wave of incredible pleasure pounded through me as simultaneously we climaxed!

He slumped down on top of my body and he laid his head against my breasts with his slowly wilting cock still wedged inside my quim. I lay there not aware of the weight of his body. I couldn't remember ever having felt so satiated and happy and it only troubled me slightly that I remembered that I had come off the pill so was not protected.

He took a deep breath and lifted his body off mine and still naked went to the bathroom. I watched his naked buttocks and felt arousal being reignited so it was no surprise that I spent the night and we continued making love till the sun rose.

Alex and I frequently get together to make love or to be more precise to fuck. I think I'm a little in love with him but he made it clear, right from the beginning, that he didn't want it to be anything more than good sex and my carrying his child has done nothing to change his mind.