Martin and Paula
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Nikkie Janes 2024
Martin had moved in to lodge with Paula when they were both in their early thirties. Paula had a spare room which was going unused, while Martin needed somewhere to live after a bitter, vicious and rancorous divorce. So it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, and each felt that they would benefit from the company of the other.
Paula had lost her husband, Andy, in a motorcycle accident two years previously. What had made things worse for Paula was she was on duty in the hospital A&E Department when Andy was brought in and was taking the handover from the paramedics before realising who the patient was, and she was pulled off the case.
Martin had been on the same ride, and he had been able to tell Paula exactly what had happened. The group of experienced and competent bikers had rounded a bend at medium to high speed on a country road they knew well when Andy's bike's rear tyre bit in, and he'd been high-sided. Unfortunately for Andy, he was thrown against the only tree within twenty yards, hitting it back first and literally wrapping his body around it, fracturing his spine in several places. The damage proved to be incompatible with life.
Paula had been left with the agonising decision of having to agree to turn off Andy's life support system, which she'd only done after reviewing his scans numerous times. After that, she'd withdrawn from most of her social life and concentrated on her work as a trauma surgeon and consultant in A&E medicine.
After a few weeks, they slipped into a comfortable living arrangement between themselves. Paula worked shifts in A&E, while Martin worked unpredictable hours as a Detective Inspector for the Police concentrating on major crimes and drug gangs. This meant they often didn't see one another for days on end. So they weren't living in each other's pockets.
They both had their own bedrooms but shared the communal areas, such as the bathroom, kitchen and lounge. When they were both off-duty at the same time, either one of them cooked for them both. Martin looked after his own laundry and helped with the cleaning and domestic chores, but that was it as far as their domestic arrangement went.
One evening after they had been sharing the house for about nine months, the pair were sitting on the sofa watching a film on TV when Paula snuggled closer to Martin and wormed her way against him so that his arm was around her shoulders. Martin looked over at Paula, smiled at this little touch of intimacy, and then went back to watching the film.
A few moments later, Martin heard a quiet sob and felt Paula shaking; when he looked down at her, he saw her eyes brimming with tears, some of which trickled silently down her cheeks.
As Martin reached down to wipe the tears from Paula's eyes, her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him towards her. Their faces were close when Paula pulled him even closer and kissed him. For a second, Martin froze and didn't respond, then his Simian brain overrode his human thought process, and he kissed her back. Paula's kisses became more heated and demanding as she ran her fingers through Martin's dark curly hair.
Paula rolled the pair of them off the sofa and onto the floor, breaking their kiss as she did. "Fuck me Martin," she said breathlessly, a look of lust and pleading showing in her eyes.
"What!"
"Don't think, just do it please, I need it, I need you."
Martin was about to pull away when he saw Paula, the way she was lying. Her light cotton dress had ridden up her toned legs, which were slightly open in invitation. Once again, Martin acted and didn't think, quickly undoing the buttons that ran down the front of Paula's dress and wrenching it open to expose her bare breasts. Often, when relaxing at home after work, Paula didn't bother with a bra. Her breasts were on the smaller size and were still firm enough to not need one, but they still jiggled and bounced enticingly when she moved. Martin, being a man in his prime, had noticed but had done nothing about it.
As Martin pulled his shirt over his head, he noticed how hard Paula's nipples already were. While Martin was getting rid of his clothes, Paula had removed her panties and was lying, for all intents and purposes, nude on the floor.
Martin crawled on top of Paula and felt the warmth of her pussy as he rubbed his cock up and down the wetness of her slit.
Paula reached down, took hold of his rigid, throbbing cock, and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. Both of them felt her folds close around his mushroom head as Paula released the grip of her hand. Martin didn't move but held still, afraid to take this final step. A step which would change things between them forever.
"Do it. Fuck me, Martin. Fuck me hard and fast," Paula pleaded, thrusting her hips upwards and taking the decision out of Martin's control.
As Martin felt Paula move and her pussy open and engulf him in its warm, welcoming, and satin embrace, he pushed down to meet her.
After that, nature or lust took over control of both of them. As Paula had begged him to do, Martin fucked her hard and fast. Pulling his cock as far out as he dared before slamming back in with a power that forced the breath from Paula with every thrust. Paula met everything Martin could throw at her with movements as equally violent and demanding of her own.
Martin could feel the soft sides of Paula's pussy clinging onto his cock with every movement as he raised his body onto his arms to give him more force and angle to fuck Paula harder. His face was contorted with effort as his hips moved back and forth with frenetic speed, and sweat dripped off his forehead and chin.
Bending his face forward as he eased back slightly, Martin sucked one of Paula's breasts into his mouth. His lips locked on the nipple and suckled like a baby, sending waves of pleasure through Paula's body and seeming to connect her nipples with her clit making it even more sensitive to the touch of Martin's pubic bone as it rubbed against the jangling nerve endings.
Paula's legs wrapped around Martin's hips, and her ankles locked together as she pushed upwards. Her arms were around Martin's body, her fingers shaping into razor-sharp talons as they dug into his skin and raked down, tearing the skin in strips from his back.
The pain from Paula's fingers spurred Martin onto even great speed and force as he fucked Paula into oblivion; still, she took everything he could give her and demanded more.
"Arrrghhh," Martin shouted as he came. His cock twitched and throbbed as it exploded and filled Paula with what to both of them seemed like a gallon of hot, thick, sticky cum. Martin kept cumming and cumming as Paula's talented pussy sucked him dry.
Paula's eyes had rolled into the back of her head as her own orgasm had hit her moments before Martin had exploded. Her body went hot and cold as bright lights flashed before her eyes. Her body shook, and her pussy refused to relinquish its grip on Martin's cock.
Paula's head rose off the floor, and she kissed Martin fully on the mouth as the euphoria of their copulation eased and they returned from the stratosphere they had been living in for the last few minutes.
Martin inelegantly rolled off Paula and lay alongside her as they took in what had happened and how it might affect their relationship from now on.
The pair lay side by side as they recovered, neither daring, or perhaps unable to speak. After a while, Martin stood up and was going to leave when he looked down at Paula. His cock instantly hardened again as he took in the vista. Paula was lying on her back as if in a coma; her arms were at her sides, and her legs were slightly parted. Her hair was a tangled mess fanned out around her head. There was no denying that Paula, even in the way she was, or perhaps that added to it, was beautiful to look at. And sexy.
Martin took in the small breasts that were flattened against her chest. Her narrow waist flared to her hips. It was impossible for him not to look at her pussy, which was trimmed but not shaven.
Martin bent down and pulled Paula to her feet before lifting her in his arms and taking her upstairs to his bedroom, where he gently laid her on the bed. What had happened between them earlier had been unplanned, and Martin had acted on impulse; now was different, he knew exactly what he... they were doing and what the risks and consequences were.
Laying gently alongside Paula, he took her in his arms and kissed her gently on the lips. Paula kissed him back using her tongue as much as her lips, putting every ounce of her soul into the kiss. Martin's hands caressed and fondled Paula's body, one hand moving remorselessly lower and pressed between her parted thighs, dancing and playing.
Paula rolled Martin onto his back and straddled him, took hold of his cock, aware that it was fully-hard again, placed it at her entrance, let go and sank down on it. Both sighed as they felt themselves join together for the second time.
