Unzipped
written by:
mcerotic

Everyone seemed to love Seducing Laura and I got lots of email about it. It seems a lot of people like to read stories about married women being shamelessly seduced. So here's another one.

There were just the two of them on the quad express ski-lift to the top of the mountain.

"Hi," Peter said. "You look like you are from San Francisco."

She laughed. "That's not too hard to guess at Lake Tahoe."

"Well, most people are from the bay area but not necessarily San Francisco."

"So where in San Francisco, Mr Mindreader?"

Peter pretended to think. "Do you have any ink? Any tattoos?"

"What's that got to do with anything? But no."

"If you'd said ‘yes' I'd have guessed the Mission. But the Marina I think. You look like a Marina girl."

"Wow. Close. Cow Hollow."

"Well unless you work in real estate, that part of the city is all the Marina."

"Yes, even I don't know where the boundaries are meant to be. Lombard Street I suppose. So are you going to guess the street?"

"What do I win if I get it right? A kiss?"

"No chance. I'm married. I'll buy you a beer."

"OK. But not here on the mountain, back in the city."

"I don't know about that."

"Because you are married?"

"Exactly."

"But it makes it even better."

She laughed again. "What on earth do you mean?"

"I don't get to go for drinks with married women very often."

"You aren't going to try and hit on me are you?"

"Of course. It looks like that ski suit hides a very attractive body."

And it did. She had blonde hair tied in a ponytail that hung out of her ski-helmet. The padded ski suit did little to hide the shape of her figure, the swell of her breasts and the flare of her hips. She was neither tall nor short, maybe 5' 5" or so. Late 20s he guessed. Maybe early 30s.

"I told you I'm married."

He touched her lightly on the leg of her ski-pants. "I know. That makes it more of a challenge."

"You are terrible. You are not meant to flirt with married women."

"Oh come on, you are loving it. Guy gets on ski lift and compliments you. You probably will never see him again. What's not to enjoy?"

"We are nearly at the end of the lift. You'd better guess that street."

"Scott."

She was silent for a moment. "I could just lie but honesty...wow, I can't believe you got it right."

"So now you have to go for a drink with me. Back in the city."

"I'm not sure I ever agreed to that part. But I suppose that was sort of the deal. Shit. How did I get into this?"

Peter leaned over so their shoulders were touching as if there was someone nearby who might overhear. "Every married woman needs a boyfriend too."

She pushed him away laughing. "She most certainly does not."

They skied off the end of the lift onto the flat snow at the top of the mountain in front of the top lodge.

"I'm Peter, by the way. You'd better tell me your name."

"It's Gigi."

"Really? Nobody's called Gigi. It's like a character in some 19th century melodrama."

"Well, I'm officially Giselle but nobody uses that."

He took off his gloves and held out a hand. "Give me your phone."

She reached into her pocket and passed it to him. He entered his number.

"Do you know anyone called Petra?" he asked.

"No, why?"

"You do now," he said as he edited the last two letters of his name.

"You mustn't call...just text."

"I'll be very discreet. You are married, I know. But we are going to have that drink."

"You are very smooth, I have to admit. Do you get a girl's number on each chairlift?"

"Haha, I wish. What are the chances I guessed the street you live on?"

"Somehow if you'd got it wrong I'm sure you would have had a great comeback."

"I don't know. I suppose I'd have asked if you wanted that drink anyway. But I doubt you'd've gone for it."

"Well, it feels very naughty. You are the first man I've ‘given my number to' since I've been married."

"And I bet you've been asked lots of times."

"Well, you are not the first, let's put it that way."

"I'll see you soon."

Peter pushed himself a short distance on the flat snow and then skied off onto a steep run back to the bottom of the mountain.

**

"when? Peter" he texted her a couple of days later.

"thursday eve. where?" she texted back.

"21st amendment. 6pm" Away from where she lived so she wouldn't worry about being seen.

"ok"

He was already sitting at the bar when she walked in. She got a beer and the two of them sat at a table away from everyone else. Without a bulky ski suit he could see that she did indeed have a good figure. She was thinner than he had expected. She was dressed in designer jeans and sweater that was tight enough to emphasize her breasts, small but nicely proportioned to her body. Her tight jeans showed off her shapely ass.

"I can't believe I agreed to do this," she said.

"Don't worry," he said. "You are buying me a drink not going on a date."

"I know but...well it still feels wrong. I'm pretty sure you are going to try..." Her voice faded away.

"To try what?"

"To get me...you know."

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to try and get into your pants, you mean?"

She turned and looked him in the eye. "Well, aren't you?"

"Of course I am. It's my job to try and yours to stop me."

"I thought I gave up all that when I got married."

"Married women don't get enough sex. Maybe you won't want to stop me."

"I get plenty, thank you very much," she said indignantly.

"It loses its excitement with the same guy all the time."

She sat silently for a moment before finally saying "Not really."

He leaned over again and talked quietly so only she could hear. "That's why a married woman is so great in bed."

"I'll take that as a compliment. But you are never going to find out."

"It's so exciting for her. Like being a teenager all over again back when sex was naughty and dirty and felt like something she shouldn't be doing."

"Let's change the subject. I didn't come to talk about sex all evening."

"Why did you come?"

"Well, partially because I promised I would. But also...how can I put it?...it felt exciting, daring."

"Why?"

"Because I knew you would hit on me. I mean you already told me you would on the chairlift. But I'm married so I can't let anything happen. But even so it might be an adventure."

"And married women need more adventures."

She laughed. "Absolutely. It's not just sex that gets routine when you are married. Life does."

"So how adventurous are you?"

"I have no idea."

He leaned over by her ear again. "Here's a little tiny adventure. I'm going to kiss you on your neck. Don't freak out." He moved lower and kissed her lightly on her neck. And then again, moving a little closer toward her mouth. A couple more kisses and then he sat up.

"Wow," she sighed.

"That was more exciting than you expected, wasn't it."

"Totally. What did you just say? About being a teenager again."

He leaned in again and kissed her neck. As he did so he let his hand rest on her thigh. He planted a trail of kisses on her neck as his ran his finger along the inside of her thigh. She let out a quiet little moan. He sat up.

"You must stop. You are getting me all...worked up."

She pulled away from him and took a large drink of her beer.

"So tell me," she said, "what is your plan? How are you planning on...whatever a good word is...seducing me?"

"You are asking the plan for my offence so you have a better defense?"

"Of course." She smiled. "Aren't you good enough to seduce me even I know your plans?"

"I'm not arrogant enough to say ‘yes' to that."

"But you are arrogant enough to tell me you are going to try to get into my pants."

"Of course. A little arrogance is very attractive. A lot, not so much."

"So you think I'm attracted to you?"

"Yes. But not enough yet."

"Not enough for what?"

"Not enough to...to unzip you."

"So what level am I at? What levels are there on your attraction scale?"

"You are at the level that you don't want to leave. You have no idea where this is going but you want to find out. You won't let me be alone with you yet, but in public you'll be able to stay in control."

"I suppose that isn't a bad description. And you think you'll get me to the unzippable level?"

"Not this evening, no."

"So what level are you aiming for this evening?" she asked, smiling.

"To get you to the point that you are comfortable and although you know it is dangerous you want to meet me again."

"You really have thought this all through, haven't you?"

"Not really. I just know that married women take time. You can't rush them. They are like sour fruit that takes time to ripen and become sweet and edible."

"Isn't it a bit immoral, hitting on married women?"

"Not at all. I'm improving their lives. Aren't you having a more interesting evening than you would if you'd stayed home?"

"That's true, I suppose."

He smiled. "It could be more interesting still, you know."

"I know that. But you know I can't. I will say this though: if I was still single I'd be tempted."

"I guess that is a kind of back-handed compliment." He drained his glass. "Are we going to have another drink?"

"When I came here I planned to have just one drink with you and leave. Fulfill my promise, as it were. But yes, let's have another. It's fun talking to you. I've never met anyone who was so open about exactly how he plans to get me...unzipped."

"And phase one of any unzipping is to have you want to continue talking to me. So a second beer is everything going according to plan."

"I feel like a puppet now, with you pulling the strings. So what happens next, puppet-master?"

"We talk. Not about sex. Then a little bit about sex. I touch you more. You start to feel strongly attracted to me. Maybe you want me to kiss you."

"So you kiss me?"

"No, I don't. You want me to, but I don't. I invite you to meet me again. You know you shouldn't but you can't resist."

"Hmm. We'll see about that."

"So what do you think of the beer here? Remember we are not going to talk about sex for a bit."

"You are funny. The beer is great here. I can't believe they make it all in that tiny room at the back."

They talked about beer for ten minutes.

"So," he said. "What do you miss most in bed?"

"What do you mean?"

"Being married. What do you miss from before?"

"Nothing really. Well, yes, one thing. Sucking. He doesn't...I can't tell you this. It's not appropriate."

"He doesn't really like it much."

"Exactly."

He leaned over to whisper in her ear again, gently touching her on the thigh again. "You know what I'm going to say so I don't even need to say it. But feel free to imagine it."

He sat back and watched her, knowing that she was trying not to imagine sucking his cock, but failing. He could sense her arousal.

"You are wicked. It's like you are planting images in my brain."

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"It's way beyond that."

"So when are we going to meet again? Not too soon."

"Why?"

"Because you need time."

"Time for what?"

He leaned over and whispered again. "You need to masturbate a few times imagining sucking my cock. Otherwise you won't be ready to do it."

"Oh my, you are evil. I'm a happily married woman. I can't believe I'm sitting in a bar having this conversation."

"I bet you do though."

"What?"

"What I just said. Imagine it when you...play."

"Play? It's playing with fire just talking to you. I have a feeling I'm going to get burned."

"One day next week."

She sat silently for a moment, debating with herself. "OK" she said finally. "How come I'm agreeing to meet you again? What did you slip into my beer?"

The two of them walked out of the bar onto the street. He hugged her, pulling her against him.

"Promise you won't vanish."

"No. I think that I'll meet you again despite it being idiotic and reckless and not like me at all. Oh gosh, I'm going to end up being unzipped, aren't I? And I'm walking into it with my eyes wide open."

"Not next week," he said. "You won't be ready to be unzipped by next week."

"OK puppet-master. I need to go home."

"Back to your husband and your married routine."

"Yes. Back to what I'm meant to be doing. As opposed to letting you pull my strings."

"Come on. You loved it."

"I absolutely shouldn't have done. But I did. I'm glowing inside."

"See you next week."

**

Peter's phone beeped with an incoming text message: "tuesday. the tipsy pig. 7pm." He was surprised she'd picked somewhere near where she lived. He guessed that her husband must be away that evening.

They arrived at the bar almost simultaneously, each got a drink and sat down at one of the small tables.

"So puppet-master, what is going to happen today?"

"Well, I think you have as much of an idea as I do. So you tell me."

"Well, I suppose we'll have a couple of drinks and probably get something to eat."

"I think so. And what will we talk about?"

"I don't know. Sex?"

"I don't think so," he said. "I think that will be something unsaid, lurking in the shadows. So what then?"

"I suppose you'll offer to walk me home."

"I certainly will. I'm guessing your husband is away."

"How do you know that?"

"I don't think you'd have picked a restaurant near your home if he was around. So we get to your door and you invite me in."

"Do I? You seem very sure."

"You are having an adventure. It's like a movie, as if it were happening to someone else. You want to know how the story ends."

"I'm out here doing the most unpredictable thing I've ever done and you make it sound so pre-ordained. So what happens then?"

"We finally get to kiss. My hands wander over your body. You half-heartedly push them away. I put my hands on your ass and pull you against me. You can feel me. I'm hard for you." He paused. "Are you going to do it?"

"Oh god I don't know. The thought is so exciting but it's so...sinful. I'm married. I mustn't. But realistically..."

"Yes?"

"I'll probably be so turned on that I will. I'll kneel down in front of you and do it for you."

"Did you imagine it when you...you know?"

"You know I did. I don't know how you have managed to inject yourself into my subconscious like that. This conversation has me so...fluttery."

"Fluttery? Is that even a word? Well I won't embarrass you by asking where the flutters are."

"Haha. It's not as if you need to ask."

"So shall we get some food?"

"You know, I'm not sure I can eat. I think I'm too...too fluttery."

"Come on. I'll walk you home."

The two of them left the bar and after a ten-minute walk were in front of Gigi's front door. She turned to him.

"Would you like to come in by any chance?" she said with mock seriousness.

"As it happens, I would."

She turned her key in the lock and the two of them walked through a short hall into her living room.

She turned to face him. Her face looked slightly flushed, she was breathing heavily. He leaned forward very slowly until finally their lips met. They stood there, only their lips touching, moving gently against each other as they savored their first truly sexual touch. He pushed his tongue forward and the tip of his tongue started to caress the tip of hers. He reached out and put one hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer against him. He let his hand slide down so he was stroking the outside of her breast.

He stopped kissing her and let his hands slip slowly down her back until each hand was on one cheek of her ass. He pulled her against him, pressing his hard cock against her mound. Her body trembled.

"Oh my god," she moaned, "I don't think I've even been so fucking aroused. Kiss me again."

His mouth moved towards her and she practically attacked him, pushing her mouth against him and swirling her tongue into his mouth, around his tongue, over his lips. Finally she stepped back away from him. She stood there a couple of feet away, her face full of uncontrolled lust, breathing heavily.

"OK," she said suddenly as if making her mind up about something. "I'll do it."

She knelt down in front of him, her fingers undoing his belt, unbuttoning his pants, sliding down the zip. She pulled his pants and his underwear down to his ankles. His cock sprang free pointing out at her face.

"This is so not allowed," she said as she grasped the shaft of his cock and then enveloped his pink cockhead with her lips. She started to roll her tongue around him.

"Unbutton your shirt," he said quietly.

As she continued to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock, she reached down and unbuttoned her blouse before pushing it off. She was wearing a plain white bra. She grasped his cock again and started to stroke his shaft. He reached down with one hand and undid the clasp on her bra. She pulled away from him for a moment to shake it off and then, now topless, she resumed her ministrations on his cock.

He reached down and put his hand on her head. She looked up at him, looking into his eyes. His hand stroked her hair as her tongue stroked his cock.

"Oh wow that feels good," he moaned. She pushed forward, taking his cock into the back of his throat. He started to thrust his hips, fucking her mouth. She slipped a hand under his balls and started to caress them, pushing a finger further back until she was just lightly touching his asshole.

"I'm almost there," he said quietly.

She started to stroke his shaft faster with one hand while her other stroked his balls and probed his ass. Her tongue circled around the sensitive head of his cock.

"Oh yes," he moaned as the first strong jet of cum shot from his cock into the back of her mouth.

She set back a little with her mouth wide open so that they both could see as pulsating ropes of white cum fired onto her tongue. Then she bent forward and sucked the last little squirts into her mouth.

She looked up at him, her mouth full of his cum. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed. She licked the last of his cum off his cock and stood up. He spun her around so that her back was against him, reaching around her body to cradle her bare breasts. His fingers started to rub the hard points of her nipples.

"Oh god," she moaned. "My nipples are so sensitive today."

He let one of his hands slide down slowly across her stomach to the top of her pants. He undid the button and loosened the zip. Then he slipped his hands into her panties. She was shaved with just a small patch of fine hair that he felt as his fingers slipped lower.

Her whole body shuddered when his finger slid into the slit between her fleshy outer lips, slide down the hard root of her clit to the tiny button.

"Oh gosh. I'm dripping," she sighed as his finger slid between her damp panties and her wet labia.

He started to stroke the length of her pussy, spreading the wetness of her copious juice onto her clit. Her hips started to move slightly, making tiny thrusts in time with his finger.

As he stroked her he whispered in her ear. "Next time I want to see you naked. See your pussy. I want you to lie down and spread your legs for me."

"Oh god yes, I want to show you."

"Do you want to show me now?"

"No. Too soon. But next time...I promise. Oh god, I'm married. What am I saying?"

"I want to lick you. To taste you. I want to push my tongue inside you. I want to feel your little hard clit."

"Oh fuck you'll make me cum in no time. In fact I'm almost cumming right now."

He could tell she was close. "I'm going to fuck you with my fingers. I want to feel you orgasm." He slid his finger further around her body and curled it up inside her. She groaned. He pushed a second finger into her. He started to move his fingers back and forth inside her cunt while his palm pressed on her clit and rubbed it gently.

"Oh fuck that's good," she moaned. "Yes...yes...yes..." she said as her hips moved back and forth in time with his fingers in her pussy. Her body suddenly went tense and she let out a long animalistic growl as her orgasm started to exploded through her. "Oh my god, don't stop, oh, oh," she moaned as his fingers drove her orgasm forward. His fingers slowed and finally stopped moving inside her as her orgasm gradually died away.

She turned around and they kissed again.

"You must go...oh I'm so close."

"Close to what?"

"What's the word you used? Letting you unzip me. Total surrender."

"Take me upstairs."

"I can't. Not here. Not my own bed. My husband's bed."

"My bed next time."

"Oh, that's such an arousing thought. So taboo and yet...I can feel myself getting wet again."

He kissed her again. "OK. I'll go. Next time."

"Next time I'll be...unzippable."

He pulled his pants up. She put her shirt back on not bothering with her bra. They walked to the front door and after a final little kiss he stepped into the street.

**

Peter texted Gigi. "my place thursday?"

He was surprised when, instead of just texting him back, she called him.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Why?"

"I don't think I can do it."

"What?"

"You know. Letting you unzip me. Giving you...everything. I know I promised but...it's a step too far."

"Do you even want to meet?"

"Oh yes. I want to...again...suck you...suck your cock. Oh gosh I'm so wet. I'm all fluttery again."

"I was looking forward to licking you."

"That's so hot. Half of me can't stop imagining it and the other half is telling me I'm married and I need to behave myself. Somehow sucking you seems like a loophole. Maybe because I don't with...you know, my husband."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"I know that. And I do want to really. I just have to...persuade myself. Shut down my conscience. Forget I'm married. I just don't know if I can."

"Well, I'm not going to force you."

"That's it. Will you?"

"What?"

"Force me. Take the decision for me. Don't give me a choice."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I come round to your place and you just take control. Strip me. Lick me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want."

"But what if you tell me to stop? Remind me that you are married? Change your mind?"

"You ignore me. Just...just rape me if necessary. Make me to do it."

"Really. That sounds a bit extreme."

"I'm serious. I really want to do it. I've been imagining it for days. I'm fluttery the whole time thinking about it."

"Do you know what a safeword is?"

"No, what is it?"

"It's a word for this sort of sex. Where you are likely to be saying ‘stop' but not meaning it. So you have a special word that really means ‘stop'."

"Like what?"

"A word that wouldn't normally come up. Pick a word."

"I can't think straight. You pick."

"OK. How about ‘banana'? Will you be able to remember it?"

"Yes. But I'm not going to use it. I want to fly without a net."

"OK. When do you want to come over?"

"This evening. Before I come to my senses. Give me your address."

He gave it to her. "One more thing," he continued. "Wear some old underwear. Nothing expensive."

"Why?"

"You'll find out."

Peter took a bottle of wine and two glasses up to his bedroom. He had just got back down the stairs when his phone rang. Gigi was at the door to the condo. He let her in and a few minutes later let her in the front door to his own unit.

She kissed him on the lips, friendly rather than passionate.

"Do you like my top?" she asked.

He looked at it and realized it had a long zip from her waist up to just between her breasts.

She laughed. "I thought I'd let you really unzip me." He reached out and pulled down the zip and separated the two halves at the bottom. She wasn't wearing a bra. She flipped the top off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Then she spun around. Her skirt also had a zip that ran from her waist all the way down to the hemline. He didn't need inviting. He reached out and pulled down the zip and dropped the skirt on the floor with her top. She was wearing just a pair of plain panties.

He took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. On the bed was a dark blue silk scarf. He picked it up.

"Turn around," he said. He tied the scarf as a blindfold and knotted it tightly behind her head.

He guided her onto the bed. "Lie face up," he said. He took a leather cuff and fixed it around one ankle. Then he attached it to a strap going to the corner of the bed. He did a similar thing to the other ankle and both wrists and soon Gigi was spread-eagled on the bed.

"Well I guess there's no changing my mind now," she said.

"OK," he said.

"I feel completely vulnerable. I mean there's nothing I can do to stop you whatever you feel like doing."

"I want to see your pussy."

"I'd love to show it to you but there's not much I can do to help. You'd better just pull my panties to one side."

But he had another idea. He picked up a pair of scissors and cut the sides of her panties and pulled the fabric away. Her pussy had puffy pink labia nestling in her slit. He took of his clothes and then got onto the bed between her outspread legs.

With his fingers he gently opened up her pussy wide. She jerked at the unanticipated touch.

"What are you doing?" she said. "It feels so odd not being able to see."

"I'm unzipping your pussy," he said laughing. "Letting your clit out to play."

He bent down. He gently nuzzled her pussy lips apart with his tongue and pushed the tip into her opening.

"Oh gosh that feels good," she sighed. "Not having a clue what you are doing makes it so much more intense."

He licked up and down the length of her pussy, teasing her by not quite touching her clit. She moved her hips a little to try and force her clit under his tongue but he moved away. He licked a finger and then gently pressed the tip into her, circling it in the wetness in the entrance to her cunt. Finally he relented and let his tongue just nudge against her clit. Her body twitched in a mixture of excitement and surprise. He started to circle her clit with his tongue and at the same time he gradually worked a finger deeper into her.

"Oh that's wonderful, better than I imagined when I...played with myself."

"Are you going to cum for me?"

"If you carry on doing that you won't be able to stop me."

"But you have to ask permission."

"OK. You are certainly different."

"From what?"

"From...normal."

"Your husband?"

"Yes."

"Oh I nearly forgot. You are married."

"Bastard. You know that's the one thing I don't need reminding about. Oh wow, that is so good."

He started to lick her clit a little harder now. He pushed a second finger into her alongside the first and started to fuck her a bit faster. He could sense her arousal building up. He let another of his fingers fall a little lower, pressing between the cheeks of her ass until he was gently grazing her asshole. He curled his finger and just penetrated her ass.

"I'm getting close," she moaned unnecessarily. Her hips were starting to move against him, pressing against his hand each time his fingers slid inwards.

"Oh I'm there. Can I cum? Can I cum?"

"No not yet. You have to hold it."

He started to circle his tongue hard and fast on her clit while he fucked her pussy with two fingers and gradually worked the third finger into her ass.

"I can't stop it. I don't know how. Oh fuck what are you doing to me?"

"Hold it. Hold it."

"I can't. Oh god, let me cum. Please."

"Five more seconds...4...3..."

"I'm trying. But..."

"OK you can cum."

Her body went rigid. She squealed. And then her body started to shake as if she was having a fit. "Oh my god...I've never...oh it's not stopping." Her body was moving too much for him to keep his tongue on her clit so he simply finger fucked her pussy and her ass as the earthquake of her orgasm rumbled on and on. Gradually her body calmed down until she lay there, limp, almost passed out.

"Oh my fucking god, what did you just do to me?"

He moved up the bed and kissed her.

"Are you ready?" he said quietly.

He sat up and pushed the head of his cock between her pink lips so the point was just nestling in the opening to her cunt.

"So are you ready for my cock in your tight little married pussy?"

"Oh god, I shouldn't, should I?"

"It's your last chance to stop me."

"Oh god, stop, I can't do it. No, stop. I thought I could. Especially after an orgasm."

He pushed his hips forward a little, pressing his cockhead into her body.

"Oh this is so wrong. You must stop. Untie me." She struggled against the straps.

He moved his hips forward a little more, pushing a little more of his cock into her.

"Stop, we mustn't. Shit what was that safeword? Pull it out."

He thrust his hips forward hard, burying his cock completely in her pussy. She screamed in surprise and indignation.

"You bastard. I told you to stop."

He lowered his body onto hers and kissed her. He drove his tongue into her mouth and found hers. His hips started to rise and fall, thrusting his cock back and forth in her cunt. She started to move her own hips underneath him.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"For what?"

"For taking the decision for me. I knew I wouldn't be able to do it."

"Are you OK?"

"Yes. More than OK. It's perfect. And it was pretty hot being...forced. Tied to the bed. Semi-raped."

"You'll be able to do it on your own next time?"

"Of course. It was just that first time. All that betrayal of trust stuff. Marriage vows. Adultery. Doing something I would never do. Now your cock is in me it's fine." She laughed. "It's not going to make it any worse if you move it around."

He laughed. "Then I'd better move it around a lot. But first let me untie your ankles so you can move your legs to a more comfortable position."

He pulled out of her and undid the cuffs around each ankle. She pulled her knees up towards her breasts, offering her pussy to him.

"Put it back in quick. I'm feeling empty."

He held his cock against her pussy lips and then slid forward into the warm, wet glove of her pussy. He reached out and undid the blindfold and removed it.

"Oh gosh that's good," she moaned as he slowly disappeared into her cunt.

He started to fuck her, slowly but firmly, almost pulling his cock out of her before slipping its entire length back into her body. He bent down and started to kiss one of her nipples. He took it between his teeth, feeling it perk up and harden as he gently bit down on it. He knew from the previous time how sensitive her nipples could be. She started to rock her hips harder. He sped up his trusts, pistoning into her cunt like a machine.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he asked.

"Not inside me. That's not fair to him. Besides I like to watch. See it spurt out. Just pull out before you cum and finish on my stomach."

"I'm getting close."

She squeezed her pussy muscles onto his cock. "That feels great. Keep squeezing me."

He slowed down his thrusts, enjoying the feel as is orgasm approached unhurriedly, enjoying the feel of her pussy clamped hard onto his cock, the two of them using their bodies together to bring him to that point of no return.

"Here it comes," he said.

He pulled out of her. He reached down and stroked himself. A jet of white cum shot from his cock up her stomach between her breasts, followed by a second one that went almost as far. He moved up over her body and pushed his cock into her mouth and let her milk the final drops with her tongue.

He undid the cuffs on her wrists. They wrapped their arms around each other and cuddled.

"Finally unzipped," she said. "Completely unzipped."

"Not too guilty."

"A little. But not guilty enough that..."

"That what?"

"That I won't be back for more. It was amazing."

Peter rolled over and poured them each a glass of wine.

She took a sip. "What was it you said on the chairlift? Every married woman also needs a boyfriend. I think you might be right."