Reunion with Allison, Part II: After She Blew Me, We Made Love in Her Master Bedroom Shower
Continued from Part I
After ejaculating, I couldn’t will myself into pulling out of Allison’s depths. I wanted to stay inside her.
As I softened within her, I ran my hands from her ass cheeks to her hips and up her sides, feeling her rib cage. Her skin was sticky with a light sweat. We both breathed hard from the sexual intensity we’d just experienced.
She looked back at me and smiled warmly.
After I pulled out, she rolled over onto her back and I laid down next to her, holding her in my arms. I remembered that this is a woman who my wife had never stopped loving, and who had never stopped loving my wife. And I loved her, too — a love I’d always thought was closer to friendship than the romantic kind…but yet there was this erotic energy between us. My emotions as I held her confused me. Did I love her?
“That was so enjoyable,” Allison said with an exhale.
I grabbed my phone and messaged Lauren: “We had a great time at dinner. We did as you hoped afterward. We’re now in her bed.” I showed the text to Allison before pressing send and she chuckled.
We both almost dosed off when Lauren responded with a smiling emoji and then: “Enjoy each other. I wish I were there with both of you. A reunion maybe soon?”
Allison texted her back: “It feels good to be touched and enjoyed. Ours is a complicated threesome, isn’t it? Somehow, we make it work. I’ll be out in a few weeks to see you both. Luv you always, my dear.”
She put her phone on her nightstand and we kissed.
“How about we take a shower together?” Allison suggested.
“Sure,” I replied.
We kissed and headed into her master bathroom.
We washed each other’s bodies while kissing, an act of incredible intimacy that somehow felt natural to what Allison and I shared. We made love again as she leaned forward, her hands against the tiled wall, while I pounded her from behind — the warm water beating down on us. I pumped my seed onto her ass and it quickly washed away. We kissed deeply.
After we toweled ourselves dry, we returned — naked — to her bed. I could now even more fully appreciate her beauty. Looking at her with no makeup on — just Allison for who she was — my heart nearly skipped a beat.
“You should stay the night,” she offered. “That way, we can keep this good thing going…maybe again tonight and definitely tomorrow morning.”
I quietly processed her invitation.
“I don’t think I’ll take no for an answer,” she added.
“I’d like that,” I replied, kissing her.
We didn’t make love again that night. Instead, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
At 6am, with the rising sun shining into her stately bedroom, I felt Allison’s hands stroke my chest. She had a look of sexual longing on her face. We kissed and she reached for my throbbing dick.
We spoke no words as she got on top of me and lowered herself onto my phallus. I held her breasts, still warm from being under the covers of her bed, in my hands as she gently rode me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered.
She smiled as she touched herself and leaned forward just enough for me to lick and suck on her nipples.
She whimpered with pleasure as she orgasmed. With my hands, I enjoyed every part of her body that I could reach…her hips, her waist, her sides, her muscular shoulders and arms, her breasts. I tenderly stroked her face.
“Did you cum?” I asked as softly as I could.
“God yes,” she responded with a seductive smile and with visceral satisfaction I could feel in her dripping wetness.
Silence as we made love.
“I didn’t know I’d feel like this way, Allison.”
“How do you feel?”
“You overwhelm me. I can’t have enough of you.”
Smiling, she leaned forward a bit more and whispered in my ear, “you can have all of me you want.”
And then she added: “I want to taste you.”
In that moment, I felt pleasure flood my senses, completely captivated by Allison, immersed in her eroticism, and aware only of the present…of this sensuous woman making love to me.
I enjoyed her in ways I could only enjoy Lauren — in ways I couldn’t enjoy other women, not even Piper. I savored her maturity, her aging and beautiful body, her graying hair, her laugh lines….. I could feel her landing strip against my lower abdomen, the tickling of its short hair delighting me. I touched every part of her body, exploring her muscles, her flesh, her wetness, her joints, her feminine curves. We kissed deeply and I delighted in her morning taste as our tongues met.
There was nothing about her I didn’t want to touch, taste, lick, smell, penetrate……
“I’d love for you to taste me,” I replied.
She got between my legs and eagerly took my flesh into her mouth. I slid up just a bit and put some pillows under my shoulders and neck as I watched. I pushed her hair to the side and enjoyed watching her head bob up and down. She used her fingers to pump my shaft. Then, she looked sensuously into my eyes.
I stroked her facial cheeks as she pleasured me. Her hazel-colored eyes entranced me. God, this woman….she enraptured me. I could feel her love…not just for me, but for Lauren. She belonged to us; we belonged to her. We needed to be together…the three of us.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned as I ejaculated into her mouth. Once she got what I offered her, she swallowed the load and laid back down next to me — a smile on her face.
Silence while the two of us enjoyed the warmth of our middle-aged bodies as we held each other. This kind of silence…it’s the peace only lovers who know each other well can experience together.
“Did you enjoy that?” she asked, licking her lips to please me.
I nodded yes.
She chuckled.
“I know you did. You’ve always been a man who enjoyed a good blowjob.”
I laughed.
“You, Lauren and I need to be together. How I feel about you…it’s so hard to explain. How could this be?”
“How could what be?”
“The love I feel right now…for you, for Lauren. I feel the three of us should be together.”
“I think I feel the same way,” she replied. “But how would you explain that to your son? And I can’t leave my children. I can’t leave this city.”
“What do we do?” I queried.
“We travel to see each other…all three of us, and we use our time together to enjoy each other….”
“I don’t want the other women anymore…. I only want Lauren and you.”
“That sounds perfect.”
“I have to get ready for work,” Allison said. “I’m teaching class this morning…… But I think we should shower together, maybe make love again…and then tonight, after your dinner, I’ll come over to your hotel room.”
“I would love that.”
We held each other and kissed. I tasted what she’d swallowed but I didn’t mind. It was now hers, and I loved anything about her.
After showering — and, yes, we made love again under the water — we had breakfast together and then she got dressed. Then, she left for work.
I put on my clothes from the night before and got an Uber back to my hotel room.
I missed her.
I loved Lauren more than anyone…but my feelings for Allison were so strong.
I loved Allison, too. No, that’s understating it. I think maybe I’d fallen in love with her.
In the car, I texted my feelings to Lauren.
“I’ve never stopped loving Allison. Let’s get her back into our lives,” she responded.
