The Best Fuck in August
Author’s note: This is a copyrighted article from my ongoing journal, “The Naked Truth: The Bed Buddy Chronicles.” I is slightly fictionalized, but contains the essence of my experiences and is drawn from memory. Further, I have changed the names of all parties to protect them—and me—from embarrassment and scandal.
Enjoy….
I like fucking Helen from a variety of positions. But having her riding my dick cowgirl style is one of the best. I love being able to grip an ass cheek in one hand and to fondle and feel one of her Hindenburg hooters in the other while my cock is up in her pussy. Yes, in this position not only can I reach and touch and feel her all over, the view is breathtaking.
Helen stands about 5’5.” She is a bleached blonde in her early fifties. A well-tended to, always well-coiffed and designer clad woman of bombshell proportions. Helen’s shape and size is reminiscent of the burlesque, pinup girls of days gone by. Yes, Helen has the mature, voluptuous body that I used to jack off to when I was a k**. When standing, her titties hang down almost to belly button level, and when Helen is on her hands and knees they dangle down well below her elbows. Helen has Milena Velba sized titties—yes, Helen has the largest set of heavy hanging hooters I have ever had the pleasure of playing with, roaming my mouth, hands and cock over. Yes, the biggest boobs I’ve ever stuck my dick in between, the largest set I’ve ever cum on.
In addition, she has an ample, oh so gorgeous ass, thunder thighs and a plush, pillow soft tummy. Her pussy patch is neatly trimmed down to a narrow landing strip as proof that she is not a natural blonde. Further, in spite of having given birth to two c***dren and, no doubt, experienced more than her share of fucking, Helen’s pussy is still snug. Yes, she is such a wonderful woman to fuck, to romp and roll around with, such fun to rut with.
The erstwhile reader might recall some of my fleeting references to Helen in my other blogs and on my profile. Helen is one of my two current bed buddies. What complicates our relationship is that she is married to John who happens to be a partner in one of my business ventures. Thus, Helen and I have to be circumspect in arranging and conducting our sexual romps.
John, along with three other fellows and I own an office/warehouse complex just to the west of Houston, just outside the city limits. It is a fairly profitable enterprise but a bitch to run. I have a few other businesses that are a lot more fun. Plus, John has positioned himself as the managing partner and has evolved into a real bastard to work with. A Canadian real estate syndicate has made some tentative offers to purchase our property, so I am hopeful to be out from under this rock sometime soon.
I mention this business for some subtext: In addition to having a great deal of fun banging butt, ramming rump, getting my cock sucked and licking down and pumping Helen’s pussy, cuming on her, at her and in her—it is especially nice knowing I’m doing it to and with John’s wife.
I had known John a couple of years before I ever met his wife. When John, our other partners and I formed our partnership and closed on the property, John invited us to his place in the suburbs for a celebratory pool party. It was then and there I first met her. Helen wore a one piece swim suit that day, modest, but there was no hiding that outsized set of titties and broad bottom. I was smitten. And, yes, that night I jacked off to the memory of her.
I had just separated from my wife and was like a colt let out of the corral—I was aiming my dick at almost every pussy I got near, including Helen. But it took a year before Helen and I started fucking—and it has been a great sex ride, let me tell you, albeit a sporadic one.
You see, unfortunately because of my business ties to her husband, and Helen’s fear of being thrown off the proverbial gravy train of creature comforts that come with being married to John, my bed buddy and I—until recently--were unable to get together nearly as often as I would like.
Well, back to my accounting of the best fuck during the month of August. The first two weeks of August were especially difficult for me. During that time, I went without pussy, no touch of titty, no tongue and lips on my cock, nothing! Plus, at that point it had been over a month since I had been with Helen. I was in a constant state of sexual frustration.
My other bed buddy, Stella, was away on vacation with her daughter during this time. The very week Stella returned from her vacation, he mother fell ill requiring my bed buddy to leave the state to tend to her. Hell, I was on the prowl for pussy every night and most afternoons, but to no avail. I was on the verge of calling an escort service I was so damned horny.
So, imagine my yelping, juvenile thrusting of my fist in the air when on Thursday afternoon I received the following text from Helen, “INURD. Sat.?”
Well, in case you need a translation, “I need your dick. Saturday?” I immediately texted back, “What a coincidence. INURP! What time Sat.?”
She would explain that John and a couple of his drinking buddies were going out for an all-day deep sea fishing trip.
I rescheduled my Saturday, and on Friday restocked my bar on the main floor of my townhome, and the wet bar of upstairs master bedroom. I refilled the pantry. I prepped some salmon and laid out steaks in my special beer and g****fruit and spice marinade. When we are together, Helen and I feast and drink with almost as much lusty abandon and exuberance as we do when fucking.
I awoke early, rock hard and ready. Turned on the hot tub, Helen likes to fuck outdoors. I prepped a pitcher of Mimosas, sat back and waited, resisting the temptation to jack off.
Half of my garage is dedicated to my workshop, bicycles and tools. So, I had pulled my car out and parked it on the street so Helen could move her sporty BMW in my place and we could close the garage door as we have some mutual friends that live in my neighborhood.
After she arrived, I gave Helen time to sip a Mimosa or two, but, dammit all she had come in wearing a blouse with half a dozen buttons undone to reveal some of that deep, rich cleavage of hers and I simply could not restrain myself.
Helen got to my place around 9:30 and by 9:50 or so, I had Helen naked, bent over the back of a living room couch and was fucking her from behind. Every time I anticipate getting naked and getting down with Helen I tell myself that for my first go at her I am going to be patient, savor the undressing, the stripping down, the first fondle and feel of her titties, the first fingering up into that pussy of hers, the first grip and grab of her ass. Alas, once more, I couldn’t help myself.
I roamed my hands all over her. I unbuttoned her blouse and together we unsnapped that bra and I had gasped when those huge honeys of hers tumbled free and dropped down. I never tire of that titty tumble.
I turned Helen around, peeled down her skirt and panties and knelt down and kissed her ass cheeks. Helen was a chaos of aromas, coconut, lavender, and I caught a whiff, a faint hint of her readiness for my cock. I had fingered up into her pussy to find it indeed wet and primed for fucking, “That’s my girl,” I had moaned.
Helen had said, “Baby, I’ve been wet for you since I found out John was going to be gone all day today.”
Now, Helen and John, as I alluded to earlier, have a nice swimming pool and she sunbathes a lot. In the last year or so, Helen has done so in a slightly risqué two piece and thus sports some great tan lines. So, when her and I go down to Galveston and romp on the beach, or sit out and fuck on my townhome balcony or in my hot tub, we have to be careful with the sun lest John become suspicious. But getting Helen naked, knowing I am getting to enjoy those pale patches of skin, kissing on them, dick spanking them, cuming on them, gives me an intense kind of prurient pleasure.
Helen had moved across the room, put her forearms on the back of the couch, bent over and aimed her ass at me, “Come on baby, come on Big Daddy, be my wild man back there.”
I had told her, yelled out, how good that ass looked, and it did indeed. I had dropped my shorts, and taken off my t-shirt. And I had jacked at the sight as I made my way to that pleasure place. I had slipped inside her and we both had gasped.
For my part, I had to work hard at maintaining control—hell, remember I hadn’t had any pussy for two fucking weeks! I hadn’t slipped it to Helen in over a month.
I told myself I really have to work on an arrangement where I have access to pussy every day—this is at the top of my fuck it list.
I love fucking Stella, my other bed buddy, and while we “play house” over a weekend once or twice a month, romp and rut during the week every once in a while, we are never going to move in together. My sometime bed buddy, Crazy Cassie would spread her legs for me any time I want, provided I let her move in with me—well, that simply isn’t going to happen. So there I was, with my cock up in Helen’s pussy, thinking how much I needed this each and every day.
I grabbed her ass and smacked it from time to time. Pumped myself to the edge and backed down over and over, slam fucking her, ass cheeks quaking and quivering, her barking out in sexual joy. I had reached around and gathered up a tit—they are simply too big to merely heft up, you have to gather them up. I did the right tit, the left tit, over and over. I was one happy fucker.
However, after edging half a dozen times or so, I did pull free. Helen had moaned out, “Oh baby, don’t leave me, where are you going with that gorgeous cock?”
I had pulled her up and told Helen, “I need you upstairs in my bed so I can give you a good, proper fucking.”
She looked fabulous walking in front of me with that ass wagging. And, as Helen went up the stairs I stopped her twice to pat those cheeks and kiss them.
“You like that view, Dean baby?”
And I did—I do—love that view.
We did make it to the bedroom and I leered as Helen crawled up on my bed, up on my fuck bed. She flopped down onto her back and those big titties had wobbled around and graded to the sides, dr****g over her upper arms. Helen had lifted up her knees and spread her legs and told me, “Come and get it you big dicked man. Come and get what you need.”
I had spaced out with her and I was all over Helen’s body with my mouth, hands and as a way of taking possession of that body, my dick. Yes, I rubbed over her thighs, her tummy, her face with my cock, Helen sweetly taking me inside her mouth for some licks and sucks. She had tongue tickled my balls.
Then, at some point, I had again fingered into her and said, “Oh fuck I need some more of that pussy.”
“Oh baby, that pussy needs some more of you.”
Our relationship has evolved since that very first fuck in their hallway bathroom during a New Year’s Eve party—while John was flagrantly flirting with my girlfriend in the living room. It had been a loud, overcrowded party, so as I was moving down the hallway toward the bathroom just as Helen was coming out, I gently pushed her back inside, both of us looking around, making sure no one saw us—and I had fucked Helen hard and fast. There had been hardly any words exchanged between us, I had simply turned her around, lifted up Helen’s dress, pulled down her panties as I dropped my pants and underwear. I had slipped inside her and banged away.
It was a couple weeks later that her and I began to get after it in earnest and on a fairly steady basis. Helen, in turn, has grown increasingly sure of herself sexually, moving from being a soft moaner to a dirty talking, foul mouthed wanton woman; from being a woman who put on a bathrobe or wrapped a towel around herself after each fuck, to one who prances around topless or naked the entire time we are together.
Throughout that first fuck on that Saturday, Helen urged me on, “Yes, fuck that pussy, Dean. Get it, get it. Nail my ass to this fucking bed, go wild baby. Oh I love it when you get taken over by lust—force of fucking nature. You are a fucking force of nature.”
I had humped and pumped and pummeled that pussy. I had edged a couple of times but when Helen had encouraged me to cum, telling me that we were here to fuck all day, to make each other cum over and over, “Don’t think, baby, just feel. Big balled man like you has to cum every day, I’m here to make it happen baby. Cum for me.”
And I had. It was a slam fucking, cum creaming, crazy climax. What a difference my testosterone therapy has made, damn.
As I had rolled off of her, Helen and I both laughed at our raucous, randy behavior, “Shit Dean, damn baby, you were packing heavy.
Helen had rolled out of bed, tits swinging, and gone into the bathroom to clean herself, and then returned with a damp rag and towel to do the same for me. As she was at the bar, preparing a gin and tonic for herself, a couple fingers of Woodford Reserve for me, I jacked to the sight of her body—that ass, those tits visible from around her sides.
When Helen had turned and saw me, she had laughed, “Damn, baby, you are one horny fucker.”
For a while, we talked, and sipped our drinks, as I had sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard, Helen had sat beside me, Indian style, facing me so I could rub over her thighs, fondle and feel, gently massage her huge, heavy hanging hooters. She in turn rubbed over my thighs, traced her fingers over my balls and cock. We gossiped about mutual friends. I had enjoyed that wonderful feeling of self-satisfaction, that delightful freedom that comes with being naked with a big boobed, healthy hipped, ample assed woman who is willing to let me get it whenever I need it, want, whenever I am ready for it.
At one point, I realized Helen had repeated a question to me, but I was staring at her tits and my cock was stirring. Helen had chuckled, taken my cock in hand, “Baby, are you ready to get worked up again?”
She had leaned forward and I had hefted up her tits and she had rubbed them over my face, and then, oh my, then this voluptuous woman moved down toward my dick. Imagine a 50 or so year old Samantha 38G positioning herself to suck your dick.
Of course, one of life’s true delights is being orally serviced by a woman who loves giving pleasure—yes, what a joy in getting one’s balls licked and dick sucked by a woman who in her turn delights in making her man moan and groan.
Such is the kind of woman Helen is, a very skilled practitioner of fellatio. Now, I’ve long since lost count of the number of times I’ve had my cock in Helen’s mouth. But in the year and a half that we have been bucking and fucking, she has learned just the right amount of saliva to use to get my dick slick, the right amount of tongue work and lip hugging it takes to get me lubed up and going.
Further, Helen has this great technique of pressing her warm tongue flat against my shaft and at the same time closing her lips around it as she moves up and down. Sweet, it is so fucking sweet.
And, for that first suck job on Saturday morning, it was perfect. She looked good. She felt good. Bent over my dick, Helen’s head bobbed up and down in a noisy, slurping, saliva soaked sucking. Her huge honeys pressed against my thighs, and I could see her ass in the air, reflected in the mirrored closet doors.
As with all really good blowjobs—I laid there feeling as if I never wanted it to end. But alas, all good things, and so forth, and Helen pulled free of my dick, giving it one more, lush lick and then said, “Baby, we’ve got a gorgeous erection here, it would be a shame to waste it.”
“Oh yes, baby, climb on up and get yourself some cock. Come on up here, and give me some more of that pussy.”
Helen then moved up the length of my body, sweeping her titties over my thighs, cock, and abdomen. As she straddled me and lifted up my dick, aiming it at her pussy I had taken her titties in hand, nuzzled my face into them, sucked on her nipples.
We both gasped as Helen slide down onto me and we began to fuck in earnest. Helen rode me hard, grinding her clit, working herself up into a hip rolling, raking frenzy, then falling forward to catch her breath, then back to the hip work, the ass work, the pussy work on my cock.
For my part, I roamed my hands over every inch of Helen’s body that I could reach. I grabbed and groped over her ass, fondled and felt Helen’s tits, sucked on those nipples. We kissed with lusty abandon.
I told her repeatedly how beautiful she looked while fucking, how wonderful she felt. Helen told me repeatedly how much she loved feeling my cock up inside her, how it was always so strong for her.
Now, when Helen climaxes she so often emits a few moans and a long keen indicating that sweet release. Riding me that morning, was no exception.
It was her turn to go cum creaming crazy, and she began yelping and grabbing and grinding. Finally, Helen fell forward. Me? I was feeling damned proud—this voluptuous woman, with her titties hopping and flopping, her ass clapping against me, another man’s woman just came on my cock.
We laid there a while, catching our breath—we had worked up quite a sweat. Finally, Helen kissed me and told me, “You didn’t cum honey, your turn.”
I gently maneuvered Helen off of me and I rolled out of bed. I had stood there, jacking on my dick and told her, “Come here, you beautiful, big tittied bitch, come here and give me that pleasure,” I was in a fevered state of lust, “You’re my fuck bitch today. All mine!”
Helen had complied, sitting on the edge of the bed and with one hand cupping my balls and with the other opening a nightstand drawer to retrieve a bottle of baby oil. Yes, Helen has been in this very position, many times.
“Oh yes you pussy fucker. Oh yes Big Daddy,” Helen had said, “I’m your fuck bitch. Yours to use, baby.”
Together, we had oiled up her huge honeys. Heavy hanging hooters, they are beautiful, dense and hefty, laced with faint veins, faint stretch marks; all natural titties. At this point in my sex life, they are my all-time favorite pair of fun bags.
Then, I had fucked them. I had patted them with my dick and then went back to fucking in between them. Helen all the time telling me how good my dick looked and felt in between her honeys. I took them in hand, and as they were slick and shiny with oil I had to adjust the pressure, heft them up again and again but it was a nice, very nice tit fuck.
Now, I’ve been a lucky man over the years—I’ve fucked some very pretty women. Some of them small breasted and once, when I was living in New Mexico I had an affair with a state senator’s wife—she was virtually flat chested. And, I’ve been with a number of big tittied women. Now, what they all have in common is a pussy. I have truly enjoyed, more or less, every pussy I’ve ever stuck my cock into. And, most of the women I’ve been with were very good at sucking dick.
But, with a big tittied woman, you have the pleasures of pussy, of tongue and lip action and, the added joy of tit fucking. Thus, Helen is an especially delightful woman to be with in all three respects. I humped her hooters quite vigorously that morning, all the time moaning and groaning and telling her how beautiful they were, how wonderful they felt. And, from time to time, I slam fucked those big beauties so that our bodies clapped together in a randy rhythm with my lustful thrusts in that tit valley.
Helen, in turn, urged me on, “Oh Big Daddy, look at you getting after those titties. Oh you’re my tit man. That’s it, fuck those tits, make yourself happy in there.”
Just before I reached that critical point I pulled free her tits, and began jacking like a madman. I had yelled out in my lust that I wanted to own those fucking titties, that I needed that pussy of hers every day, wanted her for my own.
Helen had put her left arm beneath of her tits, forming a shelf and then felt over my ass with her free hand, “Oh baby, yes jack on that dick. Aim that cock at me baby, aim it at those tits. Shoot that load. We’re gonna make sure you get more of this, baby, I promise, we’ll work something out. Big balled, big dicked man like you needs it every day, I know, I know. Now, let it all out baby. Put it all out there on these cum catchers.”
And, I did. Three threads blasted out of my cock, and then I left a veritable archipelago of cum over her bunched up beauties. I howled out in coital triumph, being able to cum on the tits of another man’s wife.
Helen has admitted that John does on occasion ejaculate onto her abundant breasts. And, I am sure her previous lovers have done the same—but I doubt anyone has unloaded onto those titanic titties as many times as I have.
I had stood there, gazing down on those cum glazed mounds and then I told her to lay back, “let me get down there and lick that pussy.”
And for the next several minutes, I did my best to pleasure that woman. As I have already mentioned, I am proud of my oral skills. I am patient, and I get aroused when I hear a woman moaning and groaning due to my attentions to her clit.
I lapped at her clit. I kissed Helen’s lips. I licked over her thighs, tongued fucked her pussy. I made her moan. I made her groan. She writhed and alternated between winging her legs out wide, and then clamping them against my head.
I love it when I bring Helen to the point where she gasps or hoarsely whispers, “You’re magic down there.” That’s when I know for sure I am getting it right.
When she climaxed, Helen bucked against me, rocking her hips up and down and grabbing my head and pressing my face against her pussy. After Helen yelled out “fuck” and “shit” a few times, her body went limp. My cheeks and chin were coated with her juices and my own saliva. I pulled up, and toweled off.
We had spent some time cleaning up, went downstairs, refreshed our drinks and then went out onto the deck. I have a nice retractable awning that provides some shade over half of my deck. It also obscures the view from the few townhomes on the other side of the small park opposite my unit.
Helen was—always is—a vision getting into the hot tub. And, as she had settled into the water, her huge tits began to drift about, loll and roll around in the water. I handed her drink to Helen and then I settled into the water.
We whiled away some time cuddling, hugging, fondling and feeling each other, then pulling away to sip our drinks. We chatted and gossiped, laughed. And, then, I fucked her again.
When I had reached for her, as Helen had found my cock under the water she had kissed me and said, “Whenever I need a good fucking—oh Dean baby, oh you’re my go to guy.”
As I had positioned myself on the edge of the tub so she could suck my dick I had told her, “No one gets me up and going, gets me off like you baby. Come here.”
After getting my balls licked and cock sucked for a time, I had positioned Helen on the edge of the tub and proceeded to lick and kiss her pussy for a while. We had ended up on one of the loungers, where Helen laid out on her back. I had spaced out on top of her and proceeded to pump her pussy missionary style—taking my time, enjoying all that tactile pleasure. It was a nice fuck. Slow up until the very end. Helen’s hands on my back and ass and thighs. I sucked on her titties, bunched them up and kissed them, rolled them around, I kissed her over and over. I loved hearing her sigh, and moan.
I felt so strong, and free and wonderful, blissful; caught up in the overwhelming sensation of well-being, fucking a lovely woman, outdoors, in the late morning, knowing I was going to get to fuck her again and again.
And, we kept telling each other how good it all felt, how much we loved fucking together. After edging a few times, I had let go my load—pumped it all out into the pussy of another man’s woman. Yes, I felt grand, so fucking grand.
For the next forty-five minutes or so, we played house. I donned a pair of sports shorts, Helen put on a pair of panties, but left her tits out. I prepped and then fired up the grill. Helen took care of the salad. We decentered a couple bottles of wine.
Then, as the coals were cooling, everything ready for grilling, Helen and I had sat out on the deck and but for her huge, naked titties, we could have been any normal couple sitting out on a Saturday, enjoying cocktails, waiting for the grill to be ready.
Each time I would go to check on the coals, I would bend down and kiss Helen, and fondle and feel her tits. Each time she would go inside to refresh our drinks, she would return and rub her tits over my face.
I grilled a filet mignon for each of us, grilled vegetables, grilled new potatoes that I had prepped by boiling and then marinating in butter and spices. Grilled salmon on a cedar plank. The reason I mention this is that watching Helen eat is a truly sensuous experience. She eats with such gusto, with lust and pure delight. Among the complaints Helen makes against her husband is that John is always telling she eats too much. Me? I indulge Helen.
Plus, between the two of us, we consumed a bottle and half of wine. And yes, we left quite a mess on my patio table; a veritable orgy of eating and drinking. Our pattern has been thusly set: we fuck, eat and drink with lusty exuberance, we do it all to excess, we are truly hedonistic whenever we have a day together.
For the next couple hours, we make love. Yes, we engaged in long, slow, lush fucking. We imbibed in each other, her offter sweet, delicate dick sucking; sweet, me replying with tender pussy licking, all leading to passionate, sweet climaxes.
I took my time with Helen. I felt wonderful, knowing that for the next few hours I had unfettered access to her big tits, her broad, ample ass, her welcoming pussy—yes, and unhurried sex at its best. I relished the idea of giving this woman pleasure—so much so, with enough finesse that she would want to come back for more—in addition to being proud of the loads I pumped out onto her, and in her, I was proud of my ability to make this woman cum.
However, she was to meet around 7:00 pm with John, his fishing buddies and their wives for dinner and drinks at the marina where the fishing gang was to put in after their day long venture. She would have to leave my place no later than 6:00 pm.
So, around 3:00 pm, at some primal level, I decided to get in as much fucking as I could. I fucked her in my bed. I fucked her on the balcony off the upstairs bedroom. I fucked her on my deck and in the hot tub. Now, I admittedly did not climax each time—but my dick did remain consistently hard—and the times I did cum, I hammered it home.
But, for me, the best climax of the afternoon was the second from the last I enjoyed with Helen that day.
For about twenty minutes or so we had played in the hot tub, fondling and feeling, kissing, groping and grabbing. I admit I was having trouble getting it up. We had, after all, romped and rutted a lot during the day. At some point, Helen got out of the tub for one more gin and tonic. I had switched to beer and I got out as well. I had sat down on a patio chair when Helen went inside.
When she returned, we chatted. Here are some highlights. Helen told me she was pretty sure John was fucking one of his secretaries. Helen told me she knew I was fucking other women, “But that’s okay, honey, as long as I get to move to the front of the line whenever I need that dick of yours.”
Helen confessed that she had told Christie, one of her girlfriends, about me. When I asked her just what Helen had told Christie, Helen had glanced at me and said, “I was a little tipsy and told her a lot, a whole lot. I told her about your cum shots. I told her about how we keep busy for hours,” Helen had taken a sip of her drink, “But don’t get any ideas, I do not want to share you with her. She can be such a bitch.”
I began jacking on my cock and after a moment or so, Helen had stood, her titties swinging and swaying and told me, “Oh Dean baby, here. Let me do that for you.”
As she stood before me, I had sat on the edge of the patio chair and pulled her close, pressing my face into her lush, soft tummy, raising my head up to enjoy her titties, sucking on those pert nipples and rubbing my face into them. So much plush, nurturing, pleasure giving womanliness there, all within reach, I had groped and grabbed, kissed and licked, I had moaned and groaned, I had been shameless in my lust.
Helen had then reached over and pulled a cushion off a nearby chair, and as she had a few times earlier in the day, tossed it at my feet. Then, she had knelt down before me, her huge titties swinging out, and pushed me back into the seat, handed me my beer.
“Sit back baby, let me take care of my man.”
And she fucking did! I’m talking about ball licking, dick sucking, titty fucking, hand jobbing. Bliss, pure sexual bliss, mind numbing, cock throbbing sexual joy, Helen once more assured her place in my pantheon of all time fantastic, favorite fucks.
As for the tit hugs she gave me dick, well, they felt wonderful, heavy, dense and soft at the same time. We would alternate between my gripping them and then her working them up and down on me—while I sipped my beer and watched the action.
I had moaned and groaned in my lust, “Oh fuck, Helen, oh I could fuck you crazy every day.”
“Oh I know. Big Daddy you wear out my pussy every time we get together. force of nature is what I call you baby.”
“Oh honey, I need these tits in my lap more than once a month.” I admit, that at this point, I am consumed with my need—almost whimpering, I’m flat out begging.
And, Helen had replied, “I know honey. We’re going to work it out so I can bring them around for you to play with once a week. I promise.”
“Oh and that pussy, I’m going to need that pussy,” I was lost in lust, no doubt about it.
“Oh now Dean honey, you know I’ll spread my legs for you as many times as we can get your dick hard.”
“And that sucking, I need your cock sucking. You’re the fucking best I’ve ever had down there on my dick.”
“Of course baby,” and as if to prove the point, Helen had gone down on and sucked me right to the edge. I had pulled free just in time for Helen to jack out my jism onto her jugs, her bunched up boobs.
It wasn’t a massive load, as I had been fucking her off and on throughout the day, but it splotched and spackled those big beauties. We had stayed in position for a while, gazing over her cum glazed, spunk spattered titties. When Helen had stood up, she had kissed me, and I had patted her generous ass, I had told her, “You are one hell of a prize.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
We had gotten back into the hot tub. We managed one more fuck and then, Helen made her way into the bathroom to shower off and prepare to leave to meet her husband. I had joined her, telling Helen I needed to get off one more time. I had sat on the edge of the tub, jacking off to her as she washed off.
It was a little awkward at first, but I managed to maneuver her in such a way that I could bang Helen from behind. It was a selfish go at her. No foreplay, just me grabbing, getting Helen situated just right with her ass right there in front of me. I admit it had taken me awhile to cum, but I had indeed pumped it into her pussy as I yelled out in triumph, “Take that fucking load! Take my load!” I stayed inside her a while, lovingly rubbing over her ass, touching and moving her huge titties about, never wanting to leave that pussy.
As Helen was dressing, I pulled on a pair of shorts and went back out onto the deck, feeling proud that I had been the one fucking John’s wife all day. Helen had brought a change of clothes for the evening and she had joined me for one last drink. She came out while talking on the phone. It seems that John and his fishing buddies were tying up the boat.
There had been some times throughout our day, between fucks, when we would each check our cell phones for messages. I had a couple of business related texts and e-mails to return. Plus, there had been one from Stella confirming our scheduled rendezvous for Sunday morning. We were to meet for brunch and then return to her place or mine to romp and roll around. Because of the condition of my kitchen, deck, bedroom—I sat there texting Stella that my son and his girlfriend wanted to invite some friends over to my place for a little party. So, her and I should probably go back to her place tomorrow.
Helen suspected I was setting up some more pussy and I detected a little jealously as she immediately went cold, “I need to go.”
I followed her inside and walked her to the garage. Helen then said, “Look baby, here’s what I think I can get away with, without John getting suspicious. Let’s plan on hooking up on Wednesday’s. I can get here around 10:00 or so and stay around until 3:00 or 4:00 in the afternoon.”
As she backed out of the garage, I smiled as it occurred to me, “Hump Day.”
AFTERWORD: As of this writing and posting, the past five weeks Helen has stayed true to her commitment. With the exception of the week of Labor Day, we have indeed enjoyed “Hump Day” four times. Now, not all of them have been a 10 to 4 kind of day. Once, we had only a couple of hours. And once, just last week when John had to go out of town for two days, Helen and I fucked at their place on Wednesday—bending her over John’s pool table was especially satisfying. Then, Helen and I had gone out to dinner and then back to my place where she spent the night with me.
The downside is that I have to work a little more diligently on the other days. Also, this has cut into my time with Stella which in turn is putting that relationship at some risk.
But, I have to admit, as I sit here on a Monday morning, I am stirred up and hard thinking about the my next hump day with Helen.
Enjoy….
I like fucking Helen from a variety of positions. But having her riding my dick cowgirl style is one of the best. I love being able to grip an ass cheek in one hand and to fondle and feel one of her Hindenburg hooters in the other while my cock is up in her pussy. Yes, in this position not only can I reach and touch and feel her all over, the view is breathtaking.
Helen stands about 5’5.” She is a bleached blonde in her early fifties. A well-tended to, always well-coiffed and designer clad woman of bombshell proportions. Helen’s shape and size is reminiscent of the burlesque, pinup girls of days gone by. Yes, Helen has the mature, voluptuous body that I used to jack off to when I was a k**. When standing, her titties hang down almost to belly button level, and when Helen is on her hands and knees they dangle down well below her elbows. Helen has Milena Velba sized titties—yes, Helen has the largest set of heavy hanging hooters I have ever had the pleasure of playing with, roaming my mouth, hands and cock over. Yes, the biggest boobs I’ve ever stuck my dick in between, the largest set I’ve ever cum on.
In addition, she has an ample, oh so gorgeous ass, thunder thighs and a plush, pillow soft tummy. Her pussy patch is neatly trimmed down to a narrow landing strip as proof that she is not a natural blonde. Further, in spite of having given birth to two c***dren and, no doubt, experienced more than her share of fucking, Helen’s pussy is still snug. Yes, she is such a wonderful woman to fuck, to romp and roll around with, such fun to rut with.
The erstwhile reader might recall some of my fleeting references to Helen in my other blogs and on my profile. Helen is one of my two current bed buddies. What complicates our relationship is that she is married to John who happens to be a partner in one of my business ventures. Thus, Helen and I have to be circumspect in arranging and conducting our sexual romps.
John, along with three other fellows and I own an office/warehouse complex just to the west of Houston, just outside the city limits. It is a fairly profitable enterprise but a bitch to run. I have a few other businesses that are a lot more fun. Plus, John has positioned himself as the managing partner and has evolved into a real bastard to work with. A Canadian real estate syndicate has made some tentative offers to purchase our property, so I am hopeful to be out from under this rock sometime soon.
I mention this business for some subtext: In addition to having a great deal of fun banging butt, ramming rump, getting my cock sucked and licking down and pumping Helen’s pussy, cuming on her, at her and in her—it is especially nice knowing I’m doing it to and with John’s wife.
I had known John a couple of years before I ever met his wife. When John, our other partners and I formed our partnership and closed on the property, John invited us to his place in the suburbs for a celebratory pool party. It was then and there I first met her. Helen wore a one piece swim suit that day, modest, but there was no hiding that outsized set of titties and broad bottom. I was smitten. And, yes, that night I jacked off to the memory of her.
I had just separated from my wife and was like a colt let out of the corral—I was aiming my dick at almost every pussy I got near, including Helen. But it took a year before Helen and I started fucking—and it has been a great sex ride, let me tell you, albeit a sporadic one.
You see, unfortunately because of my business ties to her husband, and Helen’s fear of being thrown off the proverbial gravy train of creature comforts that come with being married to John, my bed buddy and I—until recently--were unable to get together nearly as often as I would like.
Well, back to my accounting of the best fuck during the month of August. The first two weeks of August were especially difficult for me. During that time, I went without pussy, no touch of titty, no tongue and lips on my cock, nothing! Plus, at that point it had been over a month since I had been with Helen. I was in a constant state of sexual frustration.
My other bed buddy, Stella, was away on vacation with her daughter during this time. The very week Stella returned from her vacation, he mother fell ill requiring my bed buddy to leave the state to tend to her. Hell, I was on the prowl for pussy every night and most afternoons, but to no avail. I was on the verge of calling an escort service I was so damned horny.
So, imagine my yelping, juvenile thrusting of my fist in the air when on Thursday afternoon I received the following text from Helen, “INURD. Sat.?”
Well, in case you need a translation, “I need your dick. Saturday?” I immediately texted back, “What a coincidence. INURP! What time Sat.?”
She would explain that John and a couple of his drinking buddies were going out for an all-day deep sea fishing trip.
I rescheduled my Saturday, and on Friday restocked my bar on the main floor of my townhome, and the wet bar of upstairs master bedroom. I refilled the pantry. I prepped some salmon and laid out steaks in my special beer and g****fruit and spice marinade. When we are together, Helen and I feast and drink with almost as much lusty abandon and exuberance as we do when fucking.
I awoke early, rock hard and ready. Turned on the hot tub, Helen likes to fuck outdoors. I prepped a pitcher of Mimosas, sat back and waited, resisting the temptation to jack off.
Half of my garage is dedicated to my workshop, bicycles and tools. So, I had pulled my car out and parked it on the street so Helen could move her sporty BMW in my place and we could close the garage door as we have some mutual friends that live in my neighborhood.
After she arrived, I gave Helen time to sip a Mimosa or two, but, dammit all she had come in wearing a blouse with half a dozen buttons undone to reveal some of that deep, rich cleavage of hers and I simply could not restrain myself.
Helen got to my place around 9:30 and by 9:50 or so, I had Helen naked, bent over the back of a living room couch and was fucking her from behind. Every time I anticipate getting naked and getting down with Helen I tell myself that for my first go at her I am going to be patient, savor the undressing, the stripping down, the first fondle and feel of her titties, the first fingering up into that pussy of hers, the first grip and grab of her ass. Alas, once more, I couldn’t help myself.
I roamed my hands all over her. I unbuttoned her blouse and together we unsnapped that bra and I had gasped when those huge honeys of hers tumbled free and dropped down. I never tire of that titty tumble.
I turned Helen around, peeled down her skirt and panties and knelt down and kissed her ass cheeks. Helen was a chaos of aromas, coconut, lavender, and I caught a whiff, a faint hint of her readiness for my cock. I had fingered up into her pussy to find it indeed wet and primed for fucking, “That’s my girl,” I had moaned.
Helen had said, “Baby, I’ve been wet for you since I found out John was going to be gone all day today.”
Now, Helen and John, as I alluded to earlier, have a nice swimming pool and she sunbathes a lot. In the last year or so, Helen has done so in a slightly risqué two piece and thus sports some great tan lines. So, when her and I go down to Galveston and romp on the beach, or sit out and fuck on my townhome balcony or in my hot tub, we have to be careful with the sun lest John become suspicious. But getting Helen naked, knowing I am getting to enjoy those pale patches of skin, kissing on them, dick spanking them, cuming on them, gives me an intense kind of prurient pleasure.
Helen had moved across the room, put her forearms on the back of the couch, bent over and aimed her ass at me, “Come on baby, come on Big Daddy, be my wild man back there.”
I had told her, yelled out, how good that ass looked, and it did indeed. I had dropped my shorts, and taken off my t-shirt. And I had jacked at the sight as I made my way to that pleasure place. I had slipped inside her and we both had gasped.
For my part, I had to work hard at maintaining control—hell, remember I hadn’t had any pussy for two fucking weeks! I hadn’t slipped it to Helen in over a month.
I told myself I really have to work on an arrangement where I have access to pussy every day—this is at the top of my fuck it list.
I love fucking Stella, my other bed buddy, and while we “play house” over a weekend once or twice a month, romp and rut during the week every once in a while, we are never going to move in together. My sometime bed buddy, Crazy Cassie would spread her legs for me any time I want, provided I let her move in with me—well, that simply isn’t going to happen. So there I was, with my cock up in Helen’s pussy, thinking how much I needed this each and every day.
I grabbed her ass and smacked it from time to time. Pumped myself to the edge and backed down over and over, slam fucking her, ass cheeks quaking and quivering, her barking out in sexual joy. I had reached around and gathered up a tit—they are simply too big to merely heft up, you have to gather them up. I did the right tit, the left tit, over and over. I was one happy fucker.
However, after edging half a dozen times or so, I did pull free. Helen had moaned out, “Oh baby, don’t leave me, where are you going with that gorgeous cock?”
I had pulled her up and told Helen, “I need you upstairs in my bed so I can give you a good, proper fucking.”
She looked fabulous walking in front of me with that ass wagging. And, as Helen went up the stairs I stopped her twice to pat those cheeks and kiss them.
“You like that view, Dean baby?”
And I did—I do—love that view.
We did make it to the bedroom and I leered as Helen crawled up on my bed, up on my fuck bed. She flopped down onto her back and those big titties had wobbled around and graded to the sides, dr****g over her upper arms. Helen had lifted up her knees and spread her legs and told me, “Come and get it you big dicked man. Come and get what you need.”
I had spaced out with her and I was all over Helen’s body with my mouth, hands and as a way of taking possession of that body, my dick. Yes, I rubbed over her thighs, her tummy, her face with my cock, Helen sweetly taking me inside her mouth for some licks and sucks. She had tongue tickled my balls.
Then, at some point, I had again fingered into her and said, “Oh fuck I need some more of that pussy.”
“Oh baby, that pussy needs some more of you.”
Our relationship has evolved since that very first fuck in their hallway bathroom during a New Year’s Eve party—while John was flagrantly flirting with my girlfriend in the living room. It had been a loud, overcrowded party, so as I was moving down the hallway toward the bathroom just as Helen was coming out, I gently pushed her back inside, both of us looking around, making sure no one saw us—and I had fucked Helen hard and fast. There had been hardly any words exchanged between us, I had simply turned her around, lifted up Helen’s dress, pulled down her panties as I dropped my pants and underwear. I had slipped inside her and banged away.
It was a couple weeks later that her and I began to get after it in earnest and on a fairly steady basis. Helen, in turn, has grown increasingly sure of herself sexually, moving from being a soft moaner to a dirty talking, foul mouthed wanton woman; from being a woman who put on a bathrobe or wrapped a towel around herself after each fuck, to one who prances around topless or naked the entire time we are together.
Throughout that first fuck on that Saturday, Helen urged me on, “Yes, fuck that pussy, Dean. Get it, get it. Nail my ass to this fucking bed, go wild baby. Oh I love it when you get taken over by lust—force of fucking nature. You are a fucking force of nature.”
I had humped and pumped and pummeled that pussy. I had edged a couple of times but when Helen had encouraged me to cum, telling me that we were here to fuck all day, to make each other cum over and over, “Don’t think, baby, just feel. Big balled man like you has to cum every day, I’m here to make it happen baby. Cum for me.”
And I had. It was a slam fucking, cum creaming, crazy climax. What a difference my testosterone therapy has made, damn.
As I had rolled off of her, Helen and I both laughed at our raucous, randy behavior, “Shit Dean, damn baby, you were packing heavy.
Helen had rolled out of bed, tits swinging, and gone into the bathroom to clean herself, and then returned with a damp rag and towel to do the same for me. As she was at the bar, preparing a gin and tonic for herself, a couple fingers of Woodford Reserve for me, I jacked to the sight of her body—that ass, those tits visible from around her sides.
When Helen had turned and saw me, she had laughed, “Damn, baby, you are one horny fucker.”
For a while, we talked, and sipped our drinks, as I had sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard, Helen had sat beside me, Indian style, facing me so I could rub over her thighs, fondle and feel, gently massage her huge, heavy hanging hooters. She in turn rubbed over my thighs, traced her fingers over my balls and cock. We gossiped about mutual friends. I had enjoyed that wonderful feeling of self-satisfaction, that delightful freedom that comes with being naked with a big boobed, healthy hipped, ample assed woman who is willing to let me get it whenever I need it, want, whenever I am ready for it.
At one point, I realized Helen had repeated a question to me, but I was staring at her tits and my cock was stirring. Helen had chuckled, taken my cock in hand, “Baby, are you ready to get worked up again?”
She had leaned forward and I had hefted up her tits and she had rubbed them over my face, and then, oh my, then this voluptuous woman moved down toward my dick. Imagine a 50 or so year old Samantha 38G positioning herself to suck your dick.
Of course, one of life’s true delights is being orally serviced by a woman who loves giving pleasure—yes, what a joy in getting one’s balls licked and dick sucked by a woman who in her turn delights in making her man moan and groan.
Such is the kind of woman Helen is, a very skilled practitioner of fellatio. Now, I’ve long since lost count of the number of times I’ve had my cock in Helen’s mouth. But in the year and a half that we have been bucking and fucking, she has learned just the right amount of saliva to use to get my dick slick, the right amount of tongue work and lip hugging it takes to get me lubed up and going.
Further, Helen has this great technique of pressing her warm tongue flat against my shaft and at the same time closing her lips around it as she moves up and down. Sweet, it is so fucking sweet.
And, for that first suck job on Saturday morning, it was perfect. She looked good. She felt good. Bent over my dick, Helen’s head bobbed up and down in a noisy, slurping, saliva soaked sucking. Her huge honeys pressed against my thighs, and I could see her ass in the air, reflected in the mirrored closet doors.
As with all really good blowjobs—I laid there feeling as if I never wanted it to end. But alas, all good things, and so forth, and Helen pulled free of my dick, giving it one more, lush lick and then said, “Baby, we’ve got a gorgeous erection here, it would be a shame to waste it.”
“Oh yes, baby, climb on up and get yourself some cock. Come on up here, and give me some more of that pussy.”
Helen then moved up the length of my body, sweeping her titties over my thighs, cock, and abdomen. As she straddled me and lifted up my dick, aiming it at her pussy I had taken her titties in hand, nuzzled my face into them, sucked on her nipples.
We both gasped as Helen slide down onto me and we began to fuck in earnest. Helen rode me hard, grinding her clit, working herself up into a hip rolling, raking frenzy, then falling forward to catch her breath, then back to the hip work, the ass work, the pussy work on my cock.
For my part, I roamed my hands over every inch of Helen’s body that I could reach. I grabbed and groped over her ass, fondled and felt Helen’s tits, sucked on those nipples. We kissed with lusty abandon.
I told her repeatedly how beautiful she looked while fucking, how wonderful she felt. Helen told me repeatedly how much she loved feeling my cock up inside her, how it was always so strong for her.
Now, when Helen climaxes she so often emits a few moans and a long keen indicating that sweet release. Riding me that morning, was no exception.
It was her turn to go cum creaming crazy, and she began yelping and grabbing and grinding. Finally, Helen fell forward. Me? I was feeling damned proud—this voluptuous woman, with her titties hopping and flopping, her ass clapping against me, another man’s woman just came on my cock.
We laid there a while, catching our breath—we had worked up quite a sweat. Finally, Helen kissed me and told me, “You didn’t cum honey, your turn.”
I gently maneuvered Helen off of me and I rolled out of bed. I had stood there, jacking on my dick and told her, “Come here, you beautiful, big tittied bitch, come here and give me that pleasure,” I was in a fevered state of lust, “You’re my fuck bitch today. All mine!”
Helen had complied, sitting on the edge of the bed and with one hand cupping my balls and with the other opening a nightstand drawer to retrieve a bottle of baby oil. Yes, Helen has been in this very position, many times.
“Oh yes you pussy fucker. Oh yes Big Daddy,” Helen had said, “I’m your fuck bitch. Yours to use, baby.”
Together, we had oiled up her huge honeys. Heavy hanging hooters, they are beautiful, dense and hefty, laced with faint veins, faint stretch marks; all natural titties. At this point in my sex life, they are my all-time favorite pair of fun bags.
Then, I had fucked them. I had patted them with my dick and then went back to fucking in between them. Helen all the time telling me how good my dick looked and felt in between her honeys. I took them in hand, and as they were slick and shiny with oil I had to adjust the pressure, heft them up again and again but it was a nice, very nice tit fuck.
Now, I’ve been a lucky man over the years—I’ve fucked some very pretty women. Some of them small breasted and once, when I was living in New Mexico I had an affair with a state senator’s wife—she was virtually flat chested. And, I’ve been with a number of big tittied women. Now, what they all have in common is a pussy. I have truly enjoyed, more or less, every pussy I’ve ever stuck my cock into. And, most of the women I’ve been with were very good at sucking dick.
But, with a big tittied woman, you have the pleasures of pussy, of tongue and lip action and, the added joy of tit fucking. Thus, Helen is an especially delightful woman to be with in all three respects. I humped her hooters quite vigorously that morning, all the time moaning and groaning and telling her how beautiful they were, how wonderful they felt. And, from time to time, I slam fucked those big beauties so that our bodies clapped together in a randy rhythm with my lustful thrusts in that tit valley.
Helen, in turn, urged me on, “Oh Big Daddy, look at you getting after those titties. Oh you’re my tit man. That’s it, fuck those tits, make yourself happy in there.”
Just before I reached that critical point I pulled free her tits, and began jacking like a madman. I had yelled out in my lust that I wanted to own those fucking titties, that I needed that pussy of hers every day, wanted her for my own.
Helen had put her left arm beneath of her tits, forming a shelf and then felt over my ass with her free hand, “Oh baby, yes jack on that dick. Aim that cock at me baby, aim it at those tits. Shoot that load. We’re gonna make sure you get more of this, baby, I promise, we’ll work something out. Big balled, big dicked man like you needs it every day, I know, I know. Now, let it all out baby. Put it all out there on these cum catchers.”
And, I did. Three threads blasted out of my cock, and then I left a veritable archipelago of cum over her bunched up beauties. I howled out in coital triumph, being able to cum on the tits of another man’s wife.
Helen has admitted that John does on occasion ejaculate onto her abundant breasts. And, I am sure her previous lovers have done the same—but I doubt anyone has unloaded onto those titanic titties as many times as I have.
I had stood there, gazing down on those cum glazed mounds and then I told her to lay back, “let me get down there and lick that pussy.”
And for the next several minutes, I did my best to pleasure that woman. As I have already mentioned, I am proud of my oral skills. I am patient, and I get aroused when I hear a woman moaning and groaning due to my attentions to her clit.
I lapped at her clit. I kissed Helen’s lips. I licked over her thighs, tongued fucked her pussy. I made her moan. I made her groan. She writhed and alternated between winging her legs out wide, and then clamping them against my head.
I love it when I bring Helen to the point where she gasps or hoarsely whispers, “You’re magic down there.” That’s when I know for sure I am getting it right.
When she climaxed, Helen bucked against me, rocking her hips up and down and grabbing my head and pressing my face against her pussy. After Helen yelled out “fuck” and “shit” a few times, her body went limp. My cheeks and chin were coated with her juices and my own saliva. I pulled up, and toweled off.
We had spent some time cleaning up, went downstairs, refreshed our drinks and then went out onto the deck. I have a nice retractable awning that provides some shade over half of my deck. It also obscures the view from the few townhomes on the other side of the small park opposite my unit.
Helen was—always is—a vision getting into the hot tub. And, as she had settled into the water, her huge tits began to drift about, loll and roll around in the water. I handed her drink to Helen and then I settled into the water.
We whiled away some time cuddling, hugging, fondling and feeling each other, then pulling away to sip our drinks. We chatted and gossiped, laughed. And, then, I fucked her again.
When I had reached for her, as Helen had found my cock under the water she had kissed me and said, “Whenever I need a good fucking—oh Dean baby, oh you’re my go to guy.”
As I had positioned myself on the edge of the tub so she could suck my dick I had told her, “No one gets me up and going, gets me off like you baby. Come here.”
After getting my balls licked and cock sucked for a time, I had positioned Helen on the edge of the tub and proceeded to lick and kiss her pussy for a while. We had ended up on one of the loungers, where Helen laid out on her back. I had spaced out on top of her and proceeded to pump her pussy missionary style—taking my time, enjoying all that tactile pleasure. It was a nice fuck. Slow up until the very end. Helen’s hands on my back and ass and thighs. I sucked on her titties, bunched them up and kissed them, rolled them around, I kissed her over and over. I loved hearing her sigh, and moan.
I felt so strong, and free and wonderful, blissful; caught up in the overwhelming sensation of well-being, fucking a lovely woman, outdoors, in the late morning, knowing I was going to get to fuck her again and again.
And, we kept telling each other how good it all felt, how much we loved fucking together. After edging a few times, I had let go my load—pumped it all out into the pussy of another man’s woman. Yes, I felt grand, so fucking grand.
For the next forty-five minutes or so, we played house. I donned a pair of sports shorts, Helen put on a pair of panties, but left her tits out. I prepped and then fired up the grill. Helen took care of the salad. We decentered a couple bottles of wine.
Then, as the coals were cooling, everything ready for grilling, Helen and I had sat out on the deck and but for her huge, naked titties, we could have been any normal couple sitting out on a Saturday, enjoying cocktails, waiting for the grill to be ready.
Each time I would go to check on the coals, I would bend down and kiss Helen, and fondle and feel her tits. Each time she would go inside to refresh our drinks, she would return and rub her tits over my face.
I grilled a filet mignon for each of us, grilled vegetables, grilled new potatoes that I had prepped by boiling and then marinating in butter and spices. Grilled salmon on a cedar plank. The reason I mention this is that watching Helen eat is a truly sensuous experience. She eats with such gusto, with lust and pure delight. Among the complaints Helen makes against her husband is that John is always telling she eats too much. Me? I indulge Helen.
Plus, between the two of us, we consumed a bottle and half of wine. And yes, we left quite a mess on my patio table; a veritable orgy of eating and drinking. Our pattern has been thusly set: we fuck, eat and drink with lusty exuberance, we do it all to excess, we are truly hedonistic whenever we have a day together.
For the next couple hours, we make love. Yes, we engaged in long, slow, lush fucking. We imbibed in each other, her offter sweet, delicate dick sucking; sweet, me replying with tender pussy licking, all leading to passionate, sweet climaxes.
I took my time with Helen. I felt wonderful, knowing that for the next few hours I had unfettered access to her big tits, her broad, ample ass, her welcoming pussy—yes, and unhurried sex at its best. I relished the idea of giving this woman pleasure—so much so, with enough finesse that she would want to come back for more—in addition to being proud of the loads I pumped out onto her, and in her, I was proud of my ability to make this woman cum.
However, she was to meet around 7:00 pm with John, his fishing buddies and their wives for dinner and drinks at the marina where the fishing gang was to put in after their day long venture. She would have to leave my place no later than 6:00 pm.
So, around 3:00 pm, at some primal level, I decided to get in as much fucking as I could. I fucked her in my bed. I fucked her on the balcony off the upstairs bedroom. I fucked her on my deck and in the hot tub. Now, I admittedly did not climax each time—but my dick did remain consistently hard—and the times I did cum, I hammered it home.
But, for me, the best climax of the afternoon was the second from the last I enjoyed with Helen that day.
For about twenty minutes or so we had played in the hot tub, fondling and feeling, kissing, groping and grabbing. I admit I was having trouble getting it up. We had, after all, romped and rutted a lot during the day. At some point, Helen got out of the tub for one more gin and tonic. I had switched to beer and I got out as well. I had sat down on a patio chair when Helen went inside.
When she returned, we chatted. Here are some highlights. Helen told me she was pretty sure John was fucking one of his secretaries. Helen told me she knew I was fucking other women, “But that’s okay, honey, as long as I get to move to the front of the line whenever I need that dick of yours.”
Helen confessed that she had told Christie, one of her girlfriends, about me. When I asked her just what Helen had told Christie, Helen had glanced at me and said, “I was a little tipsy and told her a lot, a whole lot. I told her about your cum shots. I told her about how we keep busy for hours,” Helen had taken a sip of her drink, “But don’t get any ideas, I do not want to share you with her. She can be such a bitch.”
I began jacking on my cock and after a moment or so, Helen had stood, her titties swinging and swaying and told me, “Oh Dean baby, here. Let me do that for you.”
As she stood before me, I had sat on the edge of the patio chair and pulled her close, pressing my face into her lush, soft tummy, raising my head up to enjoy her titties, sucking on those pert nipples and rubbing my face into them. So much plush, nurturing, pleasure giving womanliness there, all within reach, I had groped and grabbed, kissed and licked, I had moaned and groaned, I had been shameless in my lust.
Helen had then reached over and pulled a cushion off a nearby chair, and as she had a few times earlier in the day, tossed it at my feet. Then, she had knelt down before me, her huge titties swinging out, and pushed me back into the seat, handed me my beer.
“Sit back baby, let me take care of my man.”
And she fucking did! I’m talking about ball licking, dick sucking, titty fucking, hand jobbing. Bliss, pure sexual bliss, mind numbing, cock throbbing sexual joy, Helen once more assured her place in my pantheon of all time fantastic, favorite fucks.
As for the tit hugs she gave me dick, well, they felt wonderful, heavy, dense and soft at the same time. We would alternate between my gripping them and then her working them up and down on me—while I sipped my beer and watched the action.
I had moaned and groaned in my lust, “Oh fuck, Helen, oh I could fuck you crazy every day.”
“Oh I know. Big Daddy you wear out my pussy every time we get together. force of nature is what I call you baby.”
“Oh honey, I need these tits in my lap more than once a month.” I admit, that at this point, I am consumed with my need—almost whimpering, I’m flat out begging.
And, Helen had replied, “I know honey. We’re going to work it out so I can bring them around for you to play with once a week. I promise.”
“Oh and that pussy, I’m going to need that pussy,” I was lost in lust, no doubt about it.
“Oh now Dean honey, you know I’ll spread my legs for you as many times as we can get your dick hard.”
“And that sucking, I need your cock sucking. You’re the fucking best I’ve ever had down there on my dick.”
“Of course baby,” and as if to prove the point, Helen had gone down on and sucked me right to the edge. I had pulled free just in time for Helen to jack out my jism onto her jugs, her bunched up boobs.
It wasn’t a massive load, as I had been fucking her off and on throughout the day, but it splotched and spackled those big beauties. We had stayed in position for a while, gazing over her cum glazed, spunk spattered titties. When Helen had stood up, she had kissed me, and I had patted her generous ass, I had told her, “You are one hell of a prize.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
We had gotten back into the hot tub. We managed one more fuck and then, Helen made her way into the bathroom to shower off and prepare to leave to meet her husband. I had joined her, telling Helen I needed to get off one more time. I had sat on the edge of the tub, jacking off to her as she washed off.
It was a little awkward at first, but I managed to maneuver her in such a way that I could bang Helen from behind. It was a selfish go at her. No foreplay, just me grabbing, getting Helen situated just right with her ass right there in front of me. I admit it had taken me awhile to cum, but I had indeed pumped it into her pussy as I yelled out in triumph, “Take that fucking load! Take my load!” I stayed inside her a while, lovingly rubbing over her ass, touching and moving her huge titties about, never wanting to leave that pussy.
As Helen was dressing, I pulled on a pair of shorts and went back out onto the deck, feeling proud that I had been the one fucking John’s wife all day. Helen had brought a change of clothes for the evening and she had joined me for one last drink. She came out while talking on the phone. It seems that John and his fishing buddies were tying up the boat.
There had been some times throughout our day, between fucks, when we would each check our cell phones for messages. I had a couple of business related texts and e-mails to return. Plus, there had been one from Stella confirming our scheduled rendezvous for Sunday morning. We were to meet for brunch and then return to her place or mine to romp and roll around. Because of the condition of my kitchen, deck, bedroom—I sat there texting Stella that my son and his girlfriend wanted to invite some friends over to my place for a little party. So, her and I should probably go back to her place tomorrow.
Helen suspected I was setting up some more pussy and I detected a little jealously as she immediately went cold, “I need to go.”
I followed her inside and walked her to the garage. Helen then said, “Look baby, here’s what I think I can get away with, without John getting suspicious. Let’s plan on hooking up on Wednesday’s. I can get here around 10:00 or so and stay around until 3:00 or 4:00 in the afternoon.”
As she backed out of the garage, I smiled as it occurred to me, “Hump Day.”
AFTERWORD: As of this writing and posting, the past five weeks Helen has stayed true to her commitment. With the exception of the week of Labor Day, we have indeed enjoyed “Hump Day” four times. Now, not all of them have been a 10 to 4 kind of day. Once, we had only a couple of hours. And once, just last week when John had to go out of town for two days, Helen and I fucked at their place on Wednesday—bending her over John’s pool table was especially satisfying. Then, Helen and I had gone out to dinner and then back to my place where she spent the night with me.
The downside is that I have to work a little more diligently on the other days. Also, this has cut into my time with Stella which in turn is putting that relationship at some risk.
But, I have to admit, as I sit here on a Monday morning, I am stirred up and hard thinking about the my next hump day with Helen.
11 years ago
