Page 39 of Private Pleasures

Suddenly to Nora’s surprise Kyle released his hold on her waist, and sliding his palms beneath her buttocks, he slowly stood up, still impaled within her. She wrapped her arms about his neck so she wouldn’t fall as he carried her to the end of the couch and pulled his swollen penis out of her body. Before she could ask he was turning her facedown and laying her across the wide rolled arm of the couch. He pushed her legs apart, and she felt his cock pushing between the cheeks of her ass. “Kyle!” she gasped.

“You can do this, Nora,” he told her. “I won’t force anything, but I knew you were ready earlier. Just trust me. I’ll stop if you say the word.” He put the tip of his penis directly in the center of her anus. “Just feel it there, Red. Aren’t you just a little bit curious? When I put my finger in before, you squeezed it tight. Let’s just try.” He pushed her hair aside, and tenderly kissed the nape of her neck.

“You’ll stop if I say no?” she asked nervously.

“I promise,” he told her, pushing her dress up.

“It feels so big,” she said.

“It is big, and it’s going to feel really, really good,” he whispered hotly, and he gently pushed his penis against the tight little hole. “Just the tip, baby. I’ll just put the tip in at first.” He could feel her muscles beginning to relax, and he moved carefully, telling her, “You control me, Nora. Push back, baby.”

She could feel him, but she wasn’t in the least afraid of this so-called sexual taboo. She had always been curious, but she had never dared tell Jeff. After all, a man who would call his wife a slut because she wanted a little spanking would have gone berserk at the suggestion of anal sex. “Ohh!” Suddenly she felt the tip of his penis push through. It was a unique sensation, but he hadn’t hurt her.

“Is it okay?” he asked.

In reply she pushed back on his cock carefully. The feeling of fullness was incredible. She gasped softly. “My God, Kyle!” She was coming, and she couldn’t help it. She wasn’t certain she liked it, but she had wanted to try.

“I’m all the way in,” he groaned. He didn’t move at all. Just stood encased within her denseness. The sensation for him was wonderful. She was so tight.

“I know.” She squeezed him with her rectal muscles, and with a sob he came. She could feel the spurts of his juices, and finally he shuddered, finished.

It was then he withdrew slowly and carefully from her, pulling her up, and holding her tightly in his embrace. “You are the most incredible woman,” he told her.

“Another adventure,” Nora laughed weakly. “I think I need a drink.”

“Me too. Can you pour us one while I go wash off Big Dan?”

“I’m still hot,” she told him.

“Me too,” he said, and she looked down to see his penis still hard.

“Go wash. I’ll pour us something, and meet you in bed,” Nora said.

There was champagne open on the bar. She poured them two flutes, and took them into the bedroom. She could hear him showering as she set the narrow goblets down, and pulled her dress off. He came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped about his loins, and looked at her, naked but for the garter belt and stockings.

“Don’t take those off,” he said. “I love fucking a woman in a garter belt, Red.”

She handed him one of the champagne flutes. “Here’s to garter belts,” she toasted him with a grin.

“Garter belts!” He raised his flute at her, and drank the champagne down in a single gulp.

They put the goblets down, and sliding to her knees, Nora took him in her mouth again. Her fingers dug into his buttocks. The smell of soap on his skin was intoxicating. Within the briefest time he was ready again, and they fell on the bed. He pushed her legs up, and thrust himself into her warmth with a sigh. He moved on her slowly, slowly as they enjoyed this nearness, and when he found himself beginning to get bored he pushed her legs straight up, and drove deeper into her, thrusting and withdrawing, thrusting and withdrawing until she was sobbing softly.

Why had she never had sex like this before The Channel? Nora wondered. Every movement he made she felt acutely. When he raised her legs all the way up, leaning against them, his dick had gone deeper than she had ever felt. She could sense the impending explosion coming. “Yes!” she sobbed, and then it happened, and they came together in a wild burst of lust. She actually swooned with her pleasure, and when she revived she curled up against him, and he tenderly enfolded her in his embrace.

“Will it always be like this?” she asked him.

“Until you tire of me,” he said softly.

“I’m not going to tire of you,” she reassured him.

“Good,” he told her. “I don’t want to lose you, Red.”

“You’re jealous of Rolf, aren’t you?” she asked him.

“I don’t like it when you do other men, Red.”

“But I may want to now and again,” she warned him. “I’ve led a very circumspect life up until now, darling. But you’ll always be here for me, and I’ll always want you more than I want any of the others.”