{ASS} NEW John A "Five Hours" (M/F, Rom, anal) 2/2
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18. See complete disclaimer in part 1.
Copyright 1999 John...@aol.com.
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"Five Hours" by John A (2/2)
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My softening penis fell from Sarah's ass and we spent the next five minutes
washing each other in silence. We got out and dried off and she led me
to the bed. We lay there holding each other, not saying a word for about
fifteen minutes. Finally Sarah lifted her head from my chest and looked
up at me.
"Do you think I'm a terrible person?" Her voice was quiet, childlike.
"No. I think you're an amazing person. You can't begin know how incredible
I think you are."
"Yeah," she snickered, "a 38-year-old woman who cheated on her husband
with a married man."
"Don't do that to yourself. This was very special for me . . . and I
think for you too. On one hand, I feel guilty as hell about it, but on
the other hand I don't. It was almost like we were fated to be together."
I paused. "You know, I've never been with another woman since I've been
married."
"Really?" She brightened and smiled.
"Don't look so surprised," I teased. "It's not as if I'm some sort of
a gigolo. In case you hadn't noticed, I haven't exactly been real smooth
about this whole thing."
She giggled. "I'm sorry. I guess I was so self-concious, I didn't really
notice that you weren't being very suave." We both laughed.
I smiled and looked at Sarah, who was idly running her fingers over
my chest.
"I don't know what came over me," she continued. "I don't think I've
ever wanted anything as much as I wanted this. I felt something special
between us, and I knew I wanted to spend more time with you. I was so
excited when you agreed to go to lunch with me. I felt like a schoolgirl."
We looked in each other's eyes and began to kiss. Not the hungry, violent
kisses of earlier; these were gentle, passionate kisses -- almost playful
in nature.
I felt the stirings of my penis and it seemed as if Sarah sensed that
I was coming back to life, as well. She broke the kiss and slid down the
bed and enveloped my semi-flaccid prick with her moist mouth. She sucked
and bobbed on my cock until it was rock hard again and then started to
stroke me with her hand while keeping her mouth busily at work.
As I pivoted her around and pulled her hips up to my head, I proceeded
to work on her pussy with my mouth and tongue. The sweet aroma of her
sex drifted into my nostrils and I was in heaven. Never before had I smelled
such a wonderfully delicious pussy.
I was struck by the thought of just how compatible we were sexually.
She did things to me instinctively that were just perfect. I'd been having
sex with my wife for almost 13 years, and she didn't have the instincts
for what I liked that Sarah had. Five hours versus eleven years. I was
amazed.
My reverie was broken as Sarah's legs squeezed my head and she was yelling
muffled screams onto my cock. She ground her pussy hard against my mouth
and I worked very hard to concentrate my attentions on her clit. She bucked
against my face for about a minute as she paused from her own oral
ministrations to descend from her climax. After she recovered some of her
composure she resumed her expert blow job. I hadn't stopped licking her
pussy and it was only a matter of minutes before she was coming again. She
didn't yell as loudly this time, but she choked off my air once again as
her legs tightened around my face.
Over the next half-hour or so she came several more times, the last few
blending into each other. She was so rigid that it seemed as if rigor-mortis
had set in. When she could take it no more, she moved her hips off of
my face and concentrated solely on my pleasure. Sarah bobbed her head
up and down and her lips glided over my erect shaft. She slipped one hand
under my ass and started to massage my prostate. This was too much for
me. I indicated to her that I was going to come and I tried to pull her
head off of my cock. She would have nothing of it, however, and clamped
her lips around my cock's head and stroked me insistently with her free
hand. With just a few strokes I exploded into Sarah's mouth, spewing my
sperm deep into her throat. She milked my prick with her hand and swallowed
every drop of semen, even licking what dripped down my shaft.
We scooted under the covers and lay on the bed for a while; we may have
even fallen asleep. After a while Sarah stirred and kissed me softly on
the lips.
"That was incredible," Sarah broke the silence. "I've never ... come
as many times as that. You're amazing, you know exactly what does it for
me."
"You were pretty amazing, yourself. I can't remember the last time I
was able to do it twice in such a short period of time."
"Why couldn't I have met you years ago?" She was smiling, her bright
eyes looking at me, into me.
"It's funny, I was thinking the same thing. We just play our cards the
way they're dealt, I guess." I always sounded like an idiot whenever I
tried to get philosophical. "I do think that you're a very special woman,
and I'm really glad that this happened."
"Whatever I feel for you," she paused and clutched my hands with hers,
"and I DO have feelings for you -- we can't do anything about it. I love
my family and I don't want to do anything to endanger that . . . no matter
what I personally might want."
She smiled her warm smile and looked up at me with those beautiful brown
eyes and I knew she was right. We'd made our commitments and we had to
live with them. That was another reason that I loved Sarah. We had our
moment, and I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world, but that's
all it was, a moment. I had a wife whom I loved and who loved me -- despite
our problems -- and three beautiful children and I couldn't risk doing
anything to hurt them. Sarah might have been the perfect woman for me,
she just wasn't the perfect woman at the right time.
I looked over at the clock. It was already 4:30. We had lain in bed together
for over an hour just holding each other, content in our silence. My family
would be wondering where I was and Sarah's kids could be coming back soon,
too. I leaned over and gave Sarah a kiss and walked into the bathroom
to wash the scent of sex off of me.
When I got out of the shower, Sarah was dressed in a robe sitting on
the edge of the bed waiting for me. I got dressed in silence and sat down
on the bed next to her. She rested her head on my shoulder and I put my
arm around her.
"You know, Abby will be wondering what I'm always smiling about." I
chuckled painfully.
She looked up at me, absentmindedly flicking her hair out of her face.
God, I loved her. "You'll be the tears my husband won't understand."
I got up to leave and she walked me to the door. Then we kissed for the
final time; softly, lovingly, sweetly -- just like Sarah. I grabbed my
clubs and pulled the door open. As I stepped through the doorway, I turned
and took one final look at her. She mouthed the words "I love you," to
me. I brushed her cheek with my hand and told her that I loved her too.
That was probably the last time I would ever see her. She had a tear
rolling down her cheek. I did too.
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I took the elevator to the monorail level and waited for the train to
take me to the Polynesian. I was trying to sort out what had happened
to me over the last nine hours. I had fallen in love with a complete
stranger and she had fallen in love with me.How does something like that
happen? I didn't understand it, and didn't know if I ever would.
I got on the monorail and stared out the window during the not quite
two minute ride to my hotel. The monorail stop was on the second floor
of the Polynesian and I blankly got out, still lost in my thoughts. I
entered the hotel, and walked past the gift shops to the elevators.
I got off the elevator and walked down the hall to the door to our suite.
I stood in front of the door for over a minute before finally taking a
deep breath and opening it. My life was inside and no good would come
of hiding from it. When I went in, my oldest boy and my daughter got up
from where they had been watching "Arthur" on TV and raced over to me,
giving me big hugs. The baby dropped the truck that he was playing with
and toddled over to me, lifting his arms over his head saying, "Get up,
get up."
I hugged and kissed the older ones and picked up little Tommy as Abby
walked in from the other room.
"Hi honey, what took you so long? I was starting to get concerned." She
gave me a peck on the cheek.
"After my round I went over to that ESPN restaurant at the boardwalk.
I had some lunch and started watching a college baseball game that they
were showing. I guess I just lost track of time. Sorry." I lied and hoped
it wasn't transparent.
"Oh that's ok. I figured that I'd come back here with the kids and let
them relax this afternoon. By the way, how did you do today?"
I reflected about Sarah and said, "Good. Really well," then I looked
at my children and wife again and smiled, "then again, I'm a pretty lucky
guy."
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"Five Hours" Copyright 1999 John...@aol.com.
All rights reserved.