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Warning: This is one flight you won’t want to miss!
“I’m glad it was a smooth flight. I’ll see you in a bit.” She hung up the phone and smoothed the edge of the Fascinator Throe draped across the king-size bed. Over the last ten years she’d come, in turns, to despise his absences and ache for his returns. But he truly loved what he did, so she’d come to accept the long stretches apart.
Absently rubbing the silken hem of her kimono, she looked at the Wedge/Ramp Combo sitting in the center of the bed. It was their own private alter. The place where she was admired. Desired. Worshipped.
The sound of the front door opening broke her reverie. She grabbed the bottle of coconut oil and her trusty Cordless Hitachi Magic Wand from the nightstand, tossed them on the bed, and hurried out to meet him.
“What a trip,” he said, stepping into the foyer.
“Later,” she said, standing on tiptoes to reach up and pull his lips to hers. Her nipples puckered and sent sparks through her as the delicate material dragged across them. “You can tell me all about it later,” she said as she turned and led him to the bedroom.
He admired her ass as it swayed beneath the sheer covering that barely hid it from his view. He’d loved her ass from the day they’d met, and she knew it.
“Where are -”
“The kids? They’re spending the day at Grandma’s. We have the place to ourselves.”
She climbed up and stood on the bed, untied the kimono’s sash, and let it fall to pool around her feet. His ravenous eyes took her in: the fullness of her breasts, the soft curves of her hips and tummy, the neatly trimmed tuft of hair between her legs. Never taking his eyes from her, he shed his own clothes as his cock started to harden.
Without breaking his gaze she reclined onto the Shapes and beckoned him to join her. He crawled onto the bed, preparing to make up for lost time. She smiled and spread her legs for him. The jeweled end of the metal butt plug nestled between her cheeks explained the extra sway in her step.
“A new toy?” he inquired.
“Just a little something to warm me up,”
“I like it.”
“I knew you would. Green always was your favorite color.”
His fingers played over the faceted surface of the faux emerald as his lips descended upon her pussy. As he dragged his tongue across her opening she was reminded that speaking engagements weren’t the only place he excelled at using his mouth.
He knew her body well—where to lick, how to suck, when to probe. His skill played to her need as his tongue worked and stroked her clit as if it were her own tiny cock.
“Right there. Yes. Mmmm…”
She felt the tension build in her core, sharpen, then explode. Her head swam.
“God, I needed that,” she sighed, savoring the tingling as it receded. “Now, please, fuck my ass.”
He grasped the end of the plug and applied steady, gentle pressure. At first it resisted, but then her bottom relaxed and gave up its treasure. He grabbed the bottle and poured oil on her freshly stretched ass, working it in with his thumb. For good measure he drizzled more on the already oozing head of his cock.
“Go slow,” she said as he positioned himself against her opening.
Despite the recent presence of the plug, there was resistance. He pushed against it as she relaxed to accept him. He felt her muscles slide over the broad head of his cock then constrict again.
“Wait, let me get used to this,” she murmured. “It’s been awhile.”
He let a few moments pass and felt her grip loosen.
“Okay, go ahead.”
He pressed his thick shaft into her in one, smooth stroke until his thighs pressed against the back of hers, paused, then started to thrust in a slow, steady rhythm.
“That’s it. Mmmm, just like that.”
She stroked and rolled her clit as he thrust into her. She pushed a finger deep into her pussy, then two. Juices flowed freely between her fingers to further lubricate his shaft as it pleasured her.
She reached for the Hitachi and thumbed the switch. The machine burst to life with a growl. It sent vibrations deep into her as she rolled the bulbous head around and then across her clit.
Knowing she couldn’t last long under the combined assault of man and machine, he quickened his pace. He leaned forward to cup her breasts, ran his thumbs around her crinkled areolae, then smiled and clamped down on her nipples.
“Ohhhh…,” she groaned as her back arched and she bit her bottom lip. It was too much. Her second, more powerful, orgasm tore through her. Her muscles went rigid, she felt electricity crackling in her fingers and saw colors swirl before her eyes.
The spasms of her ass gripped him, beckoned him deeper, and pushed him over the edge. His world tumbled. He threw back is head and made one final, deep thrust into her rear. His balls churned then tightened as they worked to empty their contents into her. She felt the heat growing in her with each pulse of his cock.
When he could finally open his eyes, he looked down at her: Her chest was flush, her nipples erect and hard, her hair matted with sweat. She was incredible!
Completely spent and sated, his cock softened and slipped from her. A stream of come and lube trailed after him and puddled on the fabric under her.
“Looks like we made a mess,” he said with a mischievous grin.
“No worries,” she sighed as she smiled up at him. “There’s just enough time to pop it all in the wash and have a shower before my husband returns. Care to join me?”