When I see myself in a mirror, I still find it hard to believe that a gorgeous young guy like Stuart even gave me a second glance, let alone continued having sex with me every week. The last couple of months have blown my mind. We've taught each other a few things and the sex always leaves me breathless and totally satisfied.
At first, I waited until my husband was well out of the way before I left for Stuart's place, but realised that was cutting into our precious time together. I'd already encouraged him to stay out longer, saying he should stay and have a few pints with the guys, and then I said that maybe I should go out on a Wednesday too. Rob was in total agreement, he said I didn't go out often enough and it would do me good. So, when he saw me getting dressed up, he assumed it was for a girl's night and was happy for me.
Today however was a huge gamble. It was Saturday. Rob was going to be out all day. The kids team he coached were going to the local theme park as a treat and he was going with them. I had a whole day to myself and I'd decided to surprise Stuart.
When I got to his house, I almost turned away. He wasn't expecting me, what if he wasn't home? What if he didn't want to see me? Or worse still, what if he had someone else there? I knew he'd split up with a girlfriend before he started working in my office, but we certainly didn't have any exclusivity. I rang the doorbell and braced myself for the fallout.
He was half asleep when he answered the door, his hair sticking up at all sort of angles and his eyes barely open. He'd slipped on a towelling bathrobe and was hugging it around his body as he yawned. I smiled. "Hi," I said.
"What?.... I mean... hello... um..."
"Is it a bad time? I can go if you want?"
"No. No... please. Come in. I'm just surprised to see you." He beckoned me inside and closed the door. "I wasn't expecting company today," he said. "You'll have to excuse the mess."
I laughed. "I didn't come to look at your home or judge your housekeeping skills."
It felt a little awkward and I began to think that I shouldn't have come over without letting him know first. He pulled himself together though and went into the kitchen. "Coffee? I really need to wake up!"
I followed him, standing behind him as he put the kettle on to boil. I snaked my arms around his waist and began to unfasten the tie belt on his bathrobe. "I can think of a better way to wake up."
He sighed and turned to face me, allowing the robe to fall open. He was naked beneath it, and his cock was already beginning to spring into life. "Me too," he whispered.
I knelt down in front of him, taking that beautiful, heavy cock into my hand and tugged at it a few times. Stuart groaned, his cock swelling in my hand. Then I leaned forward, ran my tongue over its tip and then swirled it around the hardening shaft. Stuart leaned back against the work surface and placed a hand on my head, taking a handful of hair as my mouth sank over the end of his cock. The sounds he made sent delightful shivers up and down my spine, spurring me on even more. I loved sucking this young cock, it always felt so good in my mouth.
I bobbed up and down the shaft, using one hand to cup his balls and the other at the base of his cock as I sucked and licked for all I was worth. It wasn't long before he was losing control, and despite his efforts to hold back, he came in my mouth. I swallowed those now familiar juices without missing a beat, devouring him hungrily until he withdrew, limp and breathing hard.
"Bloody hell!" he finally said. "Now that's certainly a better way to wake up than coffee!"
"I know!" I stood up and he pulled me against his body, tilting my head to look up at him. "Good morning by the way."
"It is. So. It's Saturday and I can't help wondering why you're here?"
"Rob's away for the whole day." I purred. "I thought that maybe... unless you have plans?"
"Nothing important," he said. His mouth was on mine, kissing me with a desire I'd not experienced from him before. I felt arousal surging through every inch of my body as I melted into his embrace - I wanted him.
"Bedroom?" I gestured towards the stairs and reached for his hand. He tugged on it, leading me up to his bedroom as he'd done countless times before but it seemed different this time. By the time we made it to his bed, he'd slid off the bathrobe so that he was naked, and his cock was beginning to harden again.
He laid beside me, gazing down into my eyes. "You're over dressed," he said.
"You'll have to help me then,"
His nimble fingers were already undoing the buttons on my blouse as I breathed hard. It was slid from my body with ease and then he began to pull down my bra straps, kissing my throat and neck, and then shoulders with light butterfly touches. He reached around my back to undo the fastening and my bra then joined the blouse on the floor, my breasts falling free from its confines. I felt my nipples respond to the cold air and then Stuart's tongue was on them, circling them and teasing them into hard points before suckling each breast in turn whilst his hands glided over my body, occasionally squeezing one of my breasts as he continued to lick, gently bite and suckle on them. We both knew we had considerably more time than we usually did, and Stuart was taking his time.
After some minutes, he began to unfasten my jeans and his hand slid inside, fingertips seeking the sodden entrance to my pussy. He teased for a moment before sliding a couple of fingers inside and making me gasp out. He knew exactly which spot he needed to work on to send me soaring into ecstasy, and it wasn't long before my hips were rolling and I was breathing hard. His mouth on my breasts grew hungrier and I threw my head back as my first of many orgasms hit.
He pulled my jeans and underwear off with a dramatic flourish and then pushed my thighs apart, dipping his head between them and plunging his tongue into my aching hole. I cried out, rolling my hips with his movements and feeling my body begin to prepare itself for what it knew was coming. Again, Stuart was in no particular hurry but I was desperate to be fucked and I tugged on his hair.
"Fuck me!" I demanded.
He laughed, and began to shift position, settling between my thighs as I welcomed him in, that beautiful cock easing in. We seemed to fit together perfectly, almost as if we were made as two halves of one whole and my internal muscles clamped around him to claim him as mine. I got my wish, hard, steady thrusting began as I clung to his body. He kissed my neck, shoulders, throat as I breathed hard and wrapped my legs around his hips. Building pace, we moved together and our gasps of pleasure grew louder. As he thrust in, a shockwave of intense pleasure shot up my spine, making my back arch, and this happened each time, making me whimper out loud. Relentless, my young lover continued to pound into me and I didn't want this to end.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he let out that familiar groan that told me he was on the verge and I braced myself. He came hard, his cum exploding into my willing body and filing it. I could almost feel my womb responding, drawing in the life giving juices. He thrust again, and second load flooded into me and my entire body responded, shaking violently. I let out a sob, and Stuart's mouth was on mine, crushing my lips in a kiss that said everything.
We parted, exhausted but happy, and I rested my head against his chest as he put an arm around me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Stuart sighed and stroked my hair. "Well, this isn't how I'd planned to spend my Saturday, but I'm certainly not complaining."
"You're happy I came over? I know our arrangement is Wednesday night and..."
"Of course I am! This is an unexpected bonus and I'm going to make the most of having extra time with you. Do we really have all day?"
I nodded. "He's not due home until six."
Stuart kissed me, then reached into the drawer at the side of his bed. I wondered what on earth he was looking for and then my question was answered. It was a packet of colouring pens. I looked at him amused.
"Do you remember that first night, at the party? You said you wanted to colour in the patterns on my tattoos."
"I did."
He gave me the packet. "I was going to save them for Wednesday, but now would be a fun time to use them. They're kids ones, the ink will wash off easily - so if you want to do some colouring in, be my guest!"
The next half an hour passed very quickly as I carefully filled out a section of his tattoos on his left shoulder. Every now and then he wriggled, saying it tickled, and we laughed. It felt the most natural thing to be doing right then. Stuart took a couple of pens himself and said I should have a couple of tattoos too. He rolled me onto my stomach and I could feel him drawing something at the base of my spine. The tingles of pleasure made my breathing begin to deepen, and then he flipped me over onto my back so he could draw on my stomach too. He was drawing flowers and heart shapes, and then he wrote, "Stuart fucked Laura" and "Property of Stuart". I really hoped he was right about the ink washing off easily!
Pushing the pens aside, he guided me to straddle his lap facing him. I sank down onto his cock and we began to fuck again.. I was in control of the pace this time, and he was happy to let me bounce up and down. For a few minutes, he just watched me with lust filled eyes, then he leaned forward and took a breast into his mouth, licking and sucking it. I increased my pace, and I could feel another orgasm building. As Stuart began to match my movements, it hit. I cried out, and Stuart was with me, his cock exploding again and his cum filling my body once more.
We collapsed into each other's arms, gently kissing as he withdrew and we settled on the bed without a word. I realised that I did not have to leave like I usually did and I closed my eyes, content and exhausted. I fell asleep in my lover's arms.
It was approaching lunch time by the time we both woke. I was disorientated at first, the bed was familiar but it wasn't the one I was used to waking up in. The scent of sex clung in the air and Stuart shifted, waking up too. That was when I realised where I was and what I was doing there.
"We should probably take a shower," he was saying. "And I don't about you, but I'm hungry."
"Yeah, shower and food sounds good," I said, peeling myself away from his body. He dragged himself out of the bed and took my hand.
"Plenty of room for two," he said. "You wash my back and I'll wash yours."
We ran to the bathroom, giggling like a couple of kids. Stuart set the shower running and we both stepped into the cubicle. My heart pounded as the tingle of the water hitting my skin seemed incredibly erotic. The cubicle was filling with steam quickly and the heat made my head spin. Next thing I knew, Stuart's soapy hands were caressing my body, making sure the drawings and writing were being washed away. It was one of the most sensual things I've ever experienced and I was soon gasping.
I turned, and returned the favour, washing the colours from his skin. He was aroused too, his cock stretched up to his stomach and I tugged on it. "I want this," I purred. "Put it in me!"
He slammed me against the tiled wall, smothering my mouth in a passionate kiss as he hitched my right leg up to his hip, opening me up for him. His cock pushed into my pussy easily and he began to fuck me with confident, hard strokes. This was a totally new experience for me, Rob has never fucked me standing up, let alone in a shower. The cold on my back from the tiles created a weird contrast to the heat of the water hitting the rest of my body and the sensation of our soapy skin sliding against each other as we fucked was amazing.
The resulting orgasm was probably one of the most intense I've ever had. My legs buckled beneath me and it was only because Stuart was pressed against me that I managed to stay upright. Once more, his cum flooded into my body and we both clung to each other until we'd recovered enough to make a move.
With a towel wrapped around my head and Stuart's bathrobe on, I made my way downstairs. Stuart had a towel around his waist and was looking in the cupboards for something to eat. "I wasn't expecting company," he apologised. "I usually go into town on a Saturday and get a burger or something."
"Why don't we get something delivered?" I said. I ordered some pizza and went back up to the bathroom to do something with my hair. By the time I came down, the delivery guy was knocking on the door. You could tell he was trying to assess the situation with Stuart and I, his knowing look and slight smile as I paid him told me it must have been pretty obvious that we'd spent the morning having sex.
I hadn't realised just how hungry I was until I started eating. Sex really does give you an appetite. We ate most of it in silence, occasionally glancing at each other and smiling. I think we both decided at pretty much the same time that we'd had enough to eat and that we were ready for more sex. Bathrobe and towel discarded, we fell into a tangled embrace on the sofa, kissing and rolling until I was beneath him. He pulled my thighs apart so that he could enter my pussy again, but I wasn't used to having this much sex in one day, and by now I was incredibly sensitive. Each thrust made me gasp loudly and my body thrashed wildly. It was almost painful and not pleasurable now and Stuart sensed this and withdrew. We settled into one of our favourite positions, me on top of him sucking his cock as his tongue probed into my pussy. He also liked to finger my arse in this position too and sometimes his tongue would lick from my pussy to the hole. Today he was really going for it, opening up and preparing the tight passage for his cock. We didn't always have anal sex, there often wasn't enough time during our evening sessions as it took a bit of preparation but given the time we had today, it was inevitable where this was going and meant we could still have very satisfying sex even though I was sore.
Stuart changed to a seated position and urged me towards his lap. He guided me to his cock, easing my arse cheeks apart and pushing the tip into it. "Yesss!" I cried. "Put it in me!" Stuart remained the first and only man to fuck my arse and this was something that made him very happy and gave him a certain confidence. I felt that now familiar push as he eased inside, passing the initial resistance and slowly sinking in deeper as I pushed down.
I laid back against his chest as we moved together, his cock sliding in and out of my arse as I reached up with one arm to pull him into a kiss. Our tongues danced together whilst we settled into a steady rhythm and then he grasped my breasts hard, kneading them. We rolled over onto our sides, both finding deeper penetration easier in this position and without breaking any of our connections we upped the pace. This was rapidly hurtling towards what was going to be a huge orgasm and I could already feel my entire body preparing for that moment. Stuart's hand slid from my breast down my stomach and pushed between my thighs to rub my very sensitive clit. I practically screamed at his touch, but he pushed on, flicking it with a finger as he slid two other fingers into my pussy. Mirroring the dance of our tongues, he massaged my pussy whilst still fucking my arse hard.
It was too much. My whole body jerked and for a moment everything went black. I sobbed out loud, begging Stuart not to stop as I let him take complete control. When he finally came, he was breathless and sobbing too, pulling me into his body as I rolled to face him. I remember kissing him and stroking his hair, and then we both fell asleep.
When I woke, Stuart was just looking at me, watching me. He smiled. "Hey sleepy. I was just thinking about waking you. I know you need to get back."
"Thank you." I really didn't want to leave. Today's gamble had really paid off and it had been at least one hundred times better than I'd anticipated.
"We need to do this more often," he was saying softly. "I'm not going to settle for just a couple of hours on a Wednesday now"
"Me either," I said, kissing him and dragging myself off the sofa so I could go in search of my clothes. "But its not always easy to get away. I'll think of something, I promise."
And as I drove home, my head was already trying to think of plausible scenarios I could use with Rob to give me more time for sex with Stuart. This was no longer just a quick fix on a Wednesday evening, this affair was getting serious.
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