Reunion with Allison, Part IV: Some BDSM Sex and Parting Thoughts
Continued from Part III
“Before I ride you to the airport, how about I ride you now?” Allison asked with a playful wink and smile as we woke up in her bed early the next morning.
I enjoyed the feel of her warm, naked body pressed against mine. I touched her breasts as we kissed, caring not a thing about the morning tastes in our mouths. Other than my wife, Lauren, no woman has felt so good in my arms…so good wrapped around me.
“Then tonight,” Allison added, “I want you to make love to that beautiful, sexy wife of yours.”
I nodded in the affirmative while she stroked my engorged manhood with her hand, her fingers wrapped around the shaft.
“You’d better save some cum for her,” I teased.
“Don’t count on it,” she teased back.
“What do you think it’ll be like when we’re here in a few weeks?” I asked.
She chuckled.
“My bed is big enough for the three of us. My shower and tub are, too. How will you ever be able to keep up with two hot women?”
“I’ll find a way,” I answered, running my fingers through the closely trimmed jet-black hair of her landing strip.
“You like that, don’t you?” she asked.
“It’s sexy…somewhat of a novelty for me,” I explained, recalling that it was Allison’s influence that led Lauren to take more and more off until finally she adopted the all-bare look in 2000, which then compelled Allison to go bald down there.
“I’ll have it nice and smooth when you’re back in a few weeks.”
“Actually, keep it as is.”
She beamed at me. We kissed deeply as I fingered her hot box.
“Your pussy is delightful, my beautiful. It’s a sexy look. Don’t change a thing,” I whispered.
She looked into my eyes — a look almost of hunger — as I stroked her wetness with my fingers, and whimpered, “I wanna suck your cock.”
Needless to say, I wasn’t going to say no.
I got on my knees next to her and she stuck out her tongue, inviting me into her mouth. Instead, I chose to tease her, slapping my precum-slathered glans against her tongue, pulling back when she tried to take me into her mouth, stroking my shaft back and forth to make her hungrier for my flesh. She enjoyed the teasing.
“Do you really wanna suck my cock?”
“God, yes. Give it to me, baby.”
Finally, I placed my dick onto her tongue. She licked my salty ooze and took my throbbing flesh into her mouth. I slid two fingers into her vagina and she moaned with pleasure with a mouthful of my dick.
I rubbed my fingers through her graying hair and admired her taut 51-year-old body.
“I’m ready for that ride,” I whispered.
Allison smiled and got on top of me.
“I love to ride you,” she whimpered, lowering herself onto my aching mass.
Over the next five minutes, she put on a show with her hips, rotating them, moving her ass all around, leaning forward and back…all to hit her pleasure sensors as she fucked me while stroking her clitoris with her fingers.
I held her breasts in my hands, pinching gently on her large, pink nipples. Then, she leaned forward enough for me to lick and suck on her tits.
“Baby,” she whispered.
“Yes?” I answered.
“Fuck me hard and deep. Drill me like your bitch.”
Drill me like your bitch.
If she wanted me to drill her like my bitch, that meant only one thing. Almost as if we were reading each other’s minds, Allison got on all fours and dropped to her elbows. I was already so close to cumming that I figured I might not last two minutes once inside her, but I’d try. My dick practically melted into her and I started fucking her as hard as I could…every one of my seven inches.
Assisted by her clitoral play, she orgasmed within seconds of my penetrating her. I could feel the fluids seeping from her as she climaxed.
To add to her pleasure, I asked for her hands, which she gave me. Holding her hands in mine gave me all the power, and I drilled her even harder.
“Oh yeah, baby. Yes. Yes. Yes,” she whimpered amid skin-slapping sex.
I let go of her hands to spank her hard. I spanked her again, leaving red marks on her ass cheeks.
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
“You like that, bitch?” I asked.
“Yes! I’m your bitch!”
Like Lauren, Allison enjoys being my bitch.
I again spanked her hard and grabbed onto her ass cheeks and kept hammering her. Allison submissively kept her hands at her lower back, which I interpreted as her wanting to feel — to know — in this moment I had all the control as I pummeled her pussy.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” I moaned as I pushed into her and faux-impregnated the slut with my gushing seed.
“Mmmmmm, yes,” she murmured.
We both whimpered. As I softened, I wanted nothing more than to stay inside her…so I did.
“You asked me to drill you like my bitch,” I stated, now lovingly rubbing her shoulders with my hands. “Did I?”
Silence as she collected herself.
“Do that to me again when you’re here in a few weeks,” she said.
“I will.”
Almost on cue, Allison and I, after we had sex, retreated to her large shower, where we washed each other’s bodies. Her ass cheeks were red and I felt guilty. She told me not to worry — she loved my aggressiveness. Plus, she reminded me, she wanted it that way. Drill me like your bitch.
As I shaved my face, she shaved her legs and underarms and entertained me by shaving around her labia and landing strip (she said she had some stubble — I detected none of it).
To my surprise, as I finished shaving my face, she got on her knees in the shower, the water beating down on her back. “I never did finish,” she said, and then she took my flaccid cock into her mouth.
My erection quickly grew in her mouth. She wasted no time, working my shaft back and forth with her fingers as she blew me.
I leaned against the shower wall and enjoyed her pleasure. She maintained a steady rhythm — just what Lauren, too, does when the objective is to make me cum.
She knew I was getting close and changed her grip on my shaft ever so slightly to enhance my pleasure and create some enjoyable friction over my swollen glans.
As the shower beat down on her backside, I came hard in Allison’s mouth, surprised by the intensity of this second ejaculation within an hour. She teased it all out of me, swallowed the load, licked her lips and pressed her body against mind as she stood back up, inviting me to hold her.
“That was my going-away gift to you,” she joked.
“No better gift,” I countered, remembering all too well the birthday blowjobs she and Lauren used to give me every year.
She chuckled.
It was time to get some breakfast and head to the airport.
During our time together, Allison and I had more sex than we could have imagined when Lauren suggested we get together during my visit. But, we did so much more…. We watched two movies together. We went on runs together. We lifted weights together in her gym. We cooked dinner together.
Lauren and Allison are incredibly sensuous lovers, very sexual creatures…and uber-accomplished in their profession. I find the wild, sexy sides of both of these career women deeply appealing.
At 51 years-old — almost 52 — Allison is evidence that women in their 50s can be scintillating. I found the features of her aging quite attractive — her graying her, her laugh lines, her wrinkles — all of which I also have (and Lauren to a lesser extent).
I gave Lauren detailed updates on the visit, and so nothing was a surprise to her…except that during my time with Allison, I felt more than just sexual pleasure. I felt love for her. (Note: The rimming/anal sex session was a detail I left out.)
Lauren has never stopped loving Allison, and so she received quite well the news that I felt love for her. I am not ready to say I fell in love with Allison. I know I am in love with Lauren. I am not sure I can be in love with two women, but I do know this — I love Allison as a friend, lover and intimate partner.
Lauren and I have been growing disenchanted with the “swinging” lifestyle. Gratuitous casual sex with other married couples and spouses after a while can lose its luster. I asked Lauren: What if, instead of sex parties, swapping and the occasional orgy, we instead welcomed Allison back into our lives and just lived happily ever after — the three of us? Sure, she’s a couple-hour flight away, but we all have the resources to finance regular travel and arrange for get-togethers.
“Allison will likely marry again,” Lauren reminded me.
It was a good point.
“And what of Piper if Allison comes back into our life?” Lauren asked (Lauren and Piper had sex on three occasions while I was away).
“I don’t know,” I answered.
We are thinking things over. Lauren will accompany me for my trip back to the city where Allison lives in a few weeks. Happily, we’ll be able to extend our stay into the weekend.
By the way, I didn’t forget what Allison asked me to do when I got back home: Make love to my beautiful wife. That’s exactly what Lauren and I did. We made love and enjoyed each other in a way I hadn’t felt in some time.
