Later That Night
After the Mrs. AP and I got home from our party Friday night we needed some serious reconnecting and cuddling time. We’re both a bit introverted by nature, and large parties leave us both feeling more drained than energized. Our strategy is usually to stay off to the side and really only engage with the few people we already know or to whom we are introduced. The conversations tend to get a little deeper and more involved and personal that way as well, which for us is more fulfilling. Also, it leaves us out of the way when somebody right in the middle of the crowd does something less than intelligent.
So there we were, back in our bed, snuggling against each other, chatting and … not chatting … and enjoying each other’s company. Mrs. AP hand was trailing up and down my chest and then down to my legs, where she started teasing my legs. My legs are incredibly sensitive most of the time, and tonight was no different. In short order I was twitching, gasping, and moaning under the stroke of her fingers and the light scratching of her nails. She grinned, pleased as a cat with cream, and whispered in my ear “just imagine me on one side, Our Date on the other, his hard cock pressing against your leg, as we both tease and play with your legs until you can barely breathe.”
My breath caught. All I could do was nod for a moment. The mental image of being pounced by two such lovely people was almost two much. I know my cock throbbed. Pulsed. Yearned for her touch, his touch, somebody’s touch. Mrs. AP is a sadist at times, though, and she took her time teasing my thighs and the cleft between my legs and pelvic bone. Slowly, methodically, she caressed my balls and ran her nails across them before sliding her hand up to glide her palm up my shaft. Slowing her movement she cupped her palm over the head of my now very full, very hard, very throbbing cock and slowly rotated and swirled.
My head snapped back against the pillows as uncontrollable moans escaped my lips. This of course made Mrs. AP grin even more, and she took to teasing my head for another minute or two before sliding her hand back down my cock and grasping it firmly. Long, slow strokes followed, letting me know she was in complete control. Her hand stroked the full length of me before she returned to caressing my head, the palm of her hand pressing firmly and them easing up to the lightest of touches. The constant changes in sensation left for gasping, moaning, and completely powerless. Such exquisite agony! Delighting in the sounds I was uttering as well as in my obvious pleasure, Mrs. AP continued her wickedly varied ministrations.
At one point I reached over to try fondle one of Mrs. AP’s boobs — the other was pressed tightly against me just underneath my arm and completely inaccessible — I encountered that most unholy of obstructions; her shirt. Trying to go down the neck of her shirt wouldn’t work, as the opening was too small for the both of us. Trying to go up from the bottom was also failing, as she was still leaning on part of her shirt and it would not move. After a few moments of my struggles Mrs. AP laughed and asked me if I’d like her to remove her shirt, to which I responded with a very emphatic “Yes!”
She sat up, removed her shirt, and nestled against me once more as her hand went flying back to my cock. In turn my hand went to her breast, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my fingers. Not to be outdone, Mrs. AP squeezed my cock harder and ran her thumb across the top of my head before rolling her palm across it again. She rolled her hand faster, rendering my cock hard as steel while leaving the rest of me little more than putty in her hands. Faster her hand rolled, more tightly her hand cupped, and I felt the pressure rising. Gasping, turning to look into her eyes — eyes smoldering with delight and passion and lust and love — my hips began thrusting against her. The pressure build at the base of my cock, in my balls, throughout my entire pelvis, and then spread to every fiber of my body as I felt that taught, tensing moment just before the explosion. I called out her name, her pet names, and finally settled on one long “Oh fuck!” as I pulsed and throbbed and exploded against her hand.
She cooed as she milked me, never stopping the rolling of her hand. As my eruption settled into a slower flow she stroked me, coating my quivering cock with my own juices until her hand and my cock had no uncoated skin remaining. She nestled in tighter against me, the smile on her face radiating out from her even if I couldn’t see it. We snuggled like that, me struggling to catch my breath and return to this galaxy, her hand still wrapped around my hard (but not quite like steel anymore) cock. Her hand cupped me, squeezed me, owned me. We rested for a few minutes until I felt the tickle of runaway juices rolling down my hip. In one quick mad scramble she moved the sheets, locked her free arm against me, and reached over to grab the wipes to perform a quick cleanup.
Once operation Prevent a Mess was complete I rolled her onto her back and began kissing her in earnest, letting the firm pressure of my lips and the explorations of my tongue convey my deep appreciation, love, and lust for her. My hand trailed down between her legs to find her wet and open for me, inviting me to explore. I slid two fingers — middle and ring of my left hand — into her and curled up, gripping her G-spot with the tips of my fingers. She gasped against my lips, and I began a smooth rhythm that soon had her hips thrusting and her breath catching. To draw it out some I slid my fingers out and rubbed against her hard clit, teasing it gently before assaulting it with a determined ferocity. She twisted and moaned beneath me, her hips undecided whether the press for more or to pull away. Before she could reach a decision I slid my fingers back inside her hard, pushing against her front wall and lifting her off the mattress. Her eyes shot open and a long low moan escaped her lips as she shook in unexpected orgasm.
As her hips settled back down I resumed the movements of my fingers, adding my index finger to the two already inside her. She moaned and rolled her hips, eagerly accepting the additional pressure. I moved my hand, fucking her slowly, curling my fingers up and straightening them out with every other thrust. Between filling her deeply and pushing against her G-spot I soon had her on the verge of orgasm again, and with just the right flick of the wrist and pull of the fingers she was there again, letting out another low moan and gripping the bed tightly, nails digging into the sheets.
I wanted to fill her more completely, and my left hand was getting fatigued, so I switched to the other side of her and slowly slid my middle and ring fingers of my right hand inside her to the hilt. She gasped and moaned and lifted her hips to me. I slid my pinky finger in, twisting my hand slightly as I did so, and her gasps rose in pitch. I added my index finger and her pitch dropped instantly to that low, guttural, primal sound that only comes from a deeply satisfying sexual experience. I twisted and pushed, slowly edging more of my fingers into her, but could not quite get all the way to the knuckles. Sensing this, Mrs. AP suggested we grab the lube and put down a towel.
Lube applied — Mrs. AP is quite the big fan of using the Kama Sutra Mint Massage Cream — and towel in place I slowly slid all 4 fingers into her on one long, slow push. She moaned as my hand twisted and pushed, and with a deft curl of my thumb and a slight twist of the wrist I soon had my entire hand pushing into her hot, pulsing, dripping pussy. I pushed slowly, her moans rising and falling with the rhythm of my hand, and soon I was inside her up to my wrist.
I love the way Mrs. AP reacts when I fist her. She gasps and moans and loses her breath as I fill her completely. I leaned up on my hand and knees as I fucked her with my hand, setting a steady rhythm. Her head thrashed side to side, her breath catching in short gasps, as I ravaged her. I fucked her, giving her the momentum of my entire body behind my thrusts, as she moaned and wailed and gasped. Her hips rolled up, down, and in circles as I took her. Lost in the passion and the pleasure and the pure lust her mental filter broke and the best things started pouring out of her mouth. She begged me to own her, to take her, that she was my slut and my bitch, that I could do with her as I pleased. So I did.
I pulled my hand back, releasing my thumb, and pushed all 4 fingers against her G-spot and wiggled hard. She began flooding my hand, squirting hard against my palm. She splashed so hard droplets landed on my cheek and my chest, against my other arm and on both her widespread thighs. I lifted her off the mattress as she squirted, and she let loose one long, slow, low groan that spoke of the deepest release. Just as she started coming down, just as she started to relax, I slid my whole hand back inside her and fucked her some more.
She half sat up, gasping for breath as I took her again. I grabbed her head and kissed her as my hand plumbed her deepest core. I slid my tongue into her mouth as my hand pushed against her cervix. I felt her relax and I released her as she fell back against the bed and into another orgasm. Right as she peaked I pulled my hand free and massaged her G-spot again, setting off another round of squirting. The towel was soaked, my hand was soaked, and her thighs were soaked. My fingers pumped her as she rode the orgasmic wave all the way to the shore of bliss, and as she came down I slowed my movements and slowly, oh so slowly, slid my hand out of her.
In her dazed state of ecstasy she looked at me confused for a moment, for one brief moment, before I slide between her legs and slid my cock hard cock into her hot, soaked, throbbing pussy. My throbbing met hers as I slid all the way to the hilt in one hard thrust. She moaned at being filled again, and I began thrusting hard, giving her my all. I felt her clench, and another wave of wetness cascaded around my cock and down my balls. I tucked my legs up under me and fucked her with all I had, driving into her like a desperate man, fucking her like a primal beast. Our moans danced around each other, weaving a tapestry of hedonism, as she came around and on my cock again and again. We spiraled higher, whipping past galaxies still unseen by NASA, and somewhere in the farthest reaches of pleasure Mrs. AP came one last hard, shuddering time against my cock and we both collapsed.
Somehow we rolled off each other. Somehow we moved the soaked towel off the bed and left the small puddle on the sheet to dry. Somehow we both stumbled into the bathroom before stumbling back to, and collapsing in, bed. Somehow we functioned just enough to do all that.
And then we slept, curled around each other, completely satisfied and immeasurably content.
Stay SINful, friends.