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Archive name: thanks06.txt (MF, FF, affair)
Authors name: PD Michael (pdmichael@hotbot.com)
Story title : Thanksgiving
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Thanksgiving (MF, FF, affair)
by PD Michael (pdmichael@hotbot.com)
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It was Friday afternoon before the long Thanksgiving
weekend. It was a slow day for classes as most of our
members were getting ready for the holiday. Gisele was
tidying up from our last group and I was easing gingerly
onto the edge of the desk when she looked up and saw me.
'Back's really bothering you huh sweetie?' I nodded but
the fact was I was near tears. 'Let's lock up and head
over to my place for a Jacuzzi,' she suggested
sympathetically. 'You've got to do something to loosen up
those muscles before they seize completely.
The ride there was painful and she helped me out of the
car when we parked. Fortunately we didn't have to wait
for the lift. Within moments we were in her apartment and
warm soothing water was filling the deep tub. Gisele
poured us a glass of wine and she bustled about getting
fresh towels while I sat wincing and sipping at my drink.
She was a good friend and had been my partner in the
Aerobics School for three enjoyable years.
I felt like a child when Gisele began to remove my things
but the ache in my back made me welcome her
attentiveness. Yet, it felt so strange. We had frequently
seen each other naked whenever we changed or showered at
the club. But now, to have her hovering so close and
undressing me was making me tremble. Several times her
hands brushed across my belly and breasts. I tried to
read something from her expression that would tell me
that she was feeling different too. Her eyes never met
mine, and they never left the swell of my breasts or the
curve of my belly while she prepared me for the bath.
The powerful jets pummeled my flesh and felt exquisite.
Gisele sat on the edge of the tub rubbing my neck with
her talented fingers until I could feel the tension ease
down my arms and dissipate into the hot swirling water.
The ache had been coming from a muscle in my lower back
and she worked it relentlessly with her soothing thumbs
until the knot all but disappeared.
She seemed relaxed, almost serene, and we chatted as if
we hadn't had a chance to talk in ages. She found a bath
pillow and slipped it behind my head while I sank deeper
into the comforting bubbles. Gently she began to wash my
breasts, and like magic, the nipples reared to attention
and the tips tingled. The washcloth lining her palm felt
wonderful cupping my breasts and pulling gently at the
stiff points.
I knew it was inevitable, and I thought I was prepared
for it. But when her hand descended onto my belly I drew
my breath in sharply and I felt my buttocks clench. It
was only momentary, but enough to bring a soft smile to
Gisele's lips as she realized my inexperience. The cloth
floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing
trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played
in soft curls. Her other hand joined the first and
curried my hips with her long nails. Unable to wait, my
mutinous thighs parted prematurely. The bubbles surged
into the widened gap, nibbling like soft mouths, tugging
gently at my nether lips, and urging my clitoris into
full erection. I was glad for the churning water to
camouflage my own wetness. Without mercy, she teased me,
holding back what I wanted so badly while I lay there
like a slut offering everything.
Gisele's fingers found the soft upward curve of my behind
and I moaned at both the sensation and the frustration of
what she had bypassed to get there. My legs fell further
apart at the same moment her finger pushed against my
anus and I moaned again. Her finger probed deeper and her
question took me by surprise.
'Does he do you there?' she inquired. The answer was so
personal I could only nod. 'So does Roger,' she smiled
speaking of her own husband. A shudder of sensuality
shook through me as her index finger slid deep into my
bottom. My shoulders and feet pressed against the tub,
raising my cheeks and arching my belly out of the water.
The pad of her thumb slipped into the waiting folds of my
sex and pressed deliciously on my eager clit. 'Do you
masturbate often?' she asked.
'No... Yes... Sometimes.' I whispered as her thumb
stroked expertly against me.
'Does he ever watch you?'
'Yes. He likes to watch.'
The intimacy of sharing such private secrets was like
petrol on the flames of my desire. I wanted Gisele to
make me come so badly that my hips rocked uncontrollably.
Each time I was close she backed off, keeping me on the
brink but not letting me.
Nothing had ever felt so good. I never wanted her to
stop. But I did want to come so badly. The last of the
water was gurgling into the drain and I had the desperate
feeling that it might end before I could come. I couldn't
wait any longer and I heard myself pleading with her.
'Please...please, make me come,' I implored, lifting my
hips towards her like some kind of sexual beggar.
Gisele kept me waiting long enough to pull off her top
and her lovely breasts swayed over me as she bent down.
Her tongue felt soft yet very strong as it pushed the
soft folds of my sex apart to bare my rampant clit. It
was ecstasy when she held the hoodless pearl between her
puckered lips and sucked so delicately. Every nerve in my
cunt was set aflame by her tongue and I came in a flood
of indescribable pleasure that left me gasping for breath
and sobbing for more.
I scarcely remember making our way to the bedroom, but I
shall never forget sprawling like a wanton slut while
Gisele brought me to peak after peak of exquisite
delight. I came so often I lost count. It was the first
time I'd ever been with another woman. The thought had
always seemed abhorrent to me. Yet I felt no shards of
guilt ripping at my conscience and no reluctance to
spread my legs for her touch.
When it came time to reciprocate I totally beguiled by
her body. The softness of her mouth on my own and the
pungent taste of my juices on her gorgeous face lit fires
of desire that I'd never felt before. Her breasts hung
invitingly near my face as she knelt above me and I
sucked each one into my mouth, laving the nipples with my
tongue until she moaned her appreciation.
My arms circled her hips and I eased her forward until
the wild foliage of her pussy hovered just above my lips.
She was very wet and the rim of her vulva glistened
generously with her lubricant. Each breath I took filled
me with the musky aroma of her sex. I nuzzled her,
pressing my nose to the cup of her fragrance and she
lowered her belly to cover my mouth.
The softness of her flower bloomed against the pressure
of my tongue and I stretched in as far as I could reach.
The walls of her channel were incredibly soft and the
well of her arousal streamed along my tongue and soaked
my face. My lips, surrounded by her vulva, were embracing
the soft petals within. Buried in the coarse hair of her
pubis my nose nudged the turgid stem of her clitoris
causing her to mewl like a kitten. Gisele's hands
supported my head between her thighs, possessively urging
even closer communion between my face and her furrow.
Between the splayed cheeks of her athletic bum my
inquiring fingers found the object of Roger's affection.
With my thumbnail I scraped lightly over the undefended
rosette while my fingers gathered moisture nearby.
A groan of approval tore from her lips as I penetrated
her behind pushing my slippery finger right in to the
last knuckle. Within seconds, a torrent of love juice
flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. Her
breath came in short gasps punctuated with joyous
whimpers and little shrieks. Gisele came thunderously,
grinding her molten sex against my mouth in unrestrained
ecstasy.
Exhausted, she tumbled beside me on the bed. Her dark red
hair spread out like a fiery halo around her head.
Perspiration glowed on her shiny forehead and her skin
felt damp from the exertion. Between her thighs the hair
was matted, wet from her secretions and my own saliva.
She caught me looking there and opened her legs to my
gaze. Her hand slid up the inside of my thigh and cupped
my sex with our new found familiarity.
'Does Roger do you like that?' I asked tentatively.
'Not like that.' she confided. 'He licks. You suck.
You're the best.'
For a long time we rested. Her hand played with the hair
between my legs, pulling out the curls until they were
straight and then letting them spring back against my
mons. The lips were soft, relaxed and ajar. I tried to
remember the last time I'd come with such intensity and
couldn't recall of even once that I had.
Gisele's finger followed the line of my slit brushing
back the hairs to make a path through the underbrush. My
clit throbbed when she used her thumbs to open the flower
and expose the pink thimble within. A long sigh escaped
my lips as I felt her warm breath blow across its
sensitive rim. I desperately wanted her mouth one more
time. One more time now ... and a million times more
after that.
A flush came to my cheeks when Gisele moved my hand down
between my legs. She pushed my folded knees wide apart
and winked at me mischievously. 'Go ahead' she said. 'I
like watch.' The long weekend seemed too long for the
very first time. I couldn't wait to get back to work, and
back to Gisele.
My husband and I made love on the Sunday morning and it
seemed very ordinary, very mundane. Until I closed my
eyes and thought of her. When his hand caressed my sex I
held onto it guiding the fingers to simulate her touch;
imploring him to go down on me just the way that she had.
He seemed surprised by my aggressiveness and
uncomfortable with my directness.
There had been an awakening in the depths of my belly and
it disconcerted him to be driven by my demands. Even his
cock had seemed superfluous. When he had ejaculated it
was a relief to watch it shrivel along with his ability
to continue. In the end, I finished myself while he took
refuge in the bathroom, watching through the crack in the
door. I ached for the many orgasms I'd enjoyed on Friday
afternoon and I counted the hours till Tuesday.
On Monday we did it again and this time he seemed more
prepared for my heightened drive. He tried to suck me the
way I asked and it was good. Not the same, but good. When
he mounted me he made sure that I was ready and he held
off coming until I had. He was attentive and obliging and
he even played with himself for me when I told him 'I
like to watch'. The suspicion that I had learned from
another man must be playing through his mind but he's
never asked. He just tries harder to be better.
I love my husband and continue to enjoy sex with him. But
in my heart I know that the softness of a woman's touch
will always be the standard of excellence for me. And I'm
reminded of that almost every day at work.
End
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