Cheating. Infidelity. Betrayal. Tryst. They never considered what they were doing to have anything to do with any of these things. They took pleasure in being together. It wasn't a matter of their partners not taking care of business, neglecting them in any way, or failing to do what they needed-they just enjoyed each other's company. They enjoyed each other's immense passion, each other's body, and each other's desires.
They needed each other. She needed the time away from the responsibility of marriage, needed the time away from children, obligations, routine and morality. He needed time away from his clinging girlfriend, the woman who was pressuring him for a trip to the altar. Her biological clock was ticking, as she loved to remind him. She was thirty going on fifty, in her head. To hell what was right or wrong. To hell with consequences.
Now they were together again. No more lies, no more deception. It was their time. Everything came to a halt as they fucked on the steps of Landon's beach house. His girlfriend was visiting her friend in New York City. Madeline had used the excuse of going west on business, one of her countless trips back into his arms. Someone once told her husband that she had another lover, but he didn't care.
If he did, at least he didn't make a fuss about it. She was free to do what she wanted to. Not that they had an open marriage, but as long as she kept her affairs out of his face, everything was cool.
Madeline had made another of her rare cross-country trips to see Landon, and they were making up for lost time. They had spent five blissful days together skinny- dipping in the ocean, shopping, and going to clubs. Oh yes, and then there was always fucking, which was what they were doing now.
Madeline's dress bunched up around her waist. Her creamy, firm ass was on the edge of the carpeted staircase that led down to the doorway. They were supposed to go to the airport, so that Madeline could return home. She'd talked to her husband the night before on her cell phone, assuring him that her meetings were going well, and that her flight home should arrive around nine the following night. She had done this while caressing Landon's black dick with the tips of her fingers. She loved seeing Landon's cock get bigger and harder with each stroke of her fingers until it was as hard as chiseled iron. She couldn't wait to get off the phone so she could suck and fuck Landon's dick.
Now they had a little extra time. But after an all-night session of fucking, who would have thought they would be at it again? Driven by their unrelenting passion, they were like teenagers discovering the joys of sex for the very first time. This was so different from the muted feelings they felt during the regimented couplings with their respective partners. Madeline's shapely legs were straight up in the air with her new black and crimson accented Diane Von Furstenberg stilettos still on her feet. Her ankles together across his glistening back, her pelvis lifted to receive him full force. Landon didn't disappoint her, he never did. He held her legs tightly as he vigorously pumped his thick hardness deeper into her shivering body, savoring her wetness, and the tightness of her hungry pussy. Then he shifted her ankles so they rested on his shoulders, enabling him to play with her taut coral nipples while he kept rotating his hips. Moaning, she gripped him firmly, her fingers making marks on his chocolate arms, trying to match him stroke for stroke.
"Shit, fuck me harder, Landon!" Madeline uttered her urgings between pants and moans.
He lightly pinched her nipples while maintaining his erotic rhythm. One of her shoes fell off and he took this opportunity, to move his mouth to her big toe and suck it hard. The fierce intensity of their sex increased as the both entered that fevered zone where they lost track of time. Two of Landon's finger found their way to her delectable mouth, tracing her red-painted lips gently before slipping between them, and she sucked his fingers as if they were a dick, his dick. She knew how much it turned him on when she slurped and drooled in this carnal form of double penetration.
At the same time, she could feel the sexual heat overtaking him, could feel his hips start to pound harder against her tingling body. Fuck, if only her husband could match this!
Landon looked deep into her eyes. "Oh fuck baby, I'm going to come. Where do you want it baby? On your tits? You want to take it in your mouth? Or do you want it deep inside that hot pussy of yours?"
He knew Madeline loved when he talked like this. It made her as hot as the flames on the sun. He felt her make the sweet, soft walls of her pussy clamp down on his throbbing dick even more.
"I'm right there, Madeline," he whispered softly to her, sensing that his orgasm was close, very close. "You know how close I am to coming, don't you? Here, let me show you."
He quickly withdrew himself out of her with her legs still resting on his shoulders. She moaned once again, letting him remove his fingers from her mouth, before taking his throbbing dick in her hand. She milked it ever so slightly, until a pearl of cum seeped out of the thick, chocolate head.
"See?" He took his finger and caught the little milky pearl of nectar on its tip, smiling. "Do you want to taste it?"
She said nothing; instead, she tightened her grip on him and brought his engorged cock to her open mouth. The memory of swallowing his juices earlier came back to her suddenly and her throat contracted involuntarily in reaction, recalling the descent of his cum hours before. Hungrily, she caught what gushed forth and grinned, wanting more.
Still, she was unsatisfied. "You know what I want. I want you to choke me with that big black dick, make me gag on it, and let me drink it all. I promise I'll drink every drop."
With that urging, he began to jack himself off, slowly at first, then harder and harder until he was ready again, on the verge. His big heavy balls ached slightly, then pulsed and throbbed. Then his entire body convulsed, his orgasm twisting his spine and sending a spasm through his legs. He pumped into her mouth, completely caught off guard by the surge of savage feeling, until it was all out of him. Afterward, sprawled on the steps, he moaned in ecstasy. Giggling, she ran her tongue around her lips, savoring the taste before making it disappear.
As she slowly took him from her mouth, she let her tongue circle around the large maple tinted head of his manhood, making sure she got every drop of his tasty sap. They looked at each other. She then glanced at her watch and made a sad face.
