Unsatisfied housewife having sex with neighbour - II
Unsatisfied housewife having sex with neighbour
The thrill of having indulged in and realized a fantasy was as intoxicating as the physical pleasurable sensations I experienced as an aftermath of my orgasm. Yohann and I were joined like two Lego pieces, firmly at our groin and by our mouths. The physical sensation of my naked body touching bare skin in places not usually exposed to touch was an immensely pleasurable feeling.
As we rolled our tongues exploring each other’s mouth, Yohann would occasionally twitch his penis inside me. My vagina was still hyper-sensitive and a tingling sensation, half pain, half pleasure would cause me to gasp. After a minute or so, we broke our continuous lip lock. I asked him to get off as I needed to stretch my legs to prevent getting a cramp.
He lifted his pelvis, pushing his buttocks upwards and drawing his still stiff, fleshy rod out of my oozing vagina. Yohann then rolled over to one side against the wall. His semen had trickled down towards my anus and when I stretched my legs to ease the tiredness, I felt the wetness of his semen that had dribbled out of my hole and puddled at the base of my buttocks as I stretched my legs.
‘Jyotsna…’, Yohann started off and then paused. I looked at him and could sense his struggle. There were no words, or rather they failed me, to be able to express the feelings and thoughts that filled my mind. I could only assume he was going through the same thing. ‘Shhh’, I said, putting a finger to his lips, ‘we’ll talk later’, and I snuggled up to him, burying my face in his chest.
He began running his fingers through my hair lightly massaging my scalp in a distracted fashion. I breathed in his body scent deeply, satiating my thirst for all kinds of human intimacy. Yohann’s chest was smooth, with just a few strands of hair. I began rolling my tongue around the areolar of his breast and watched as his tiny nipple became erect resembling a press button.
He gently pushed me away settled down, lying on his side, his back to the wall. He then pulled me to himself so we were both lying on our sides facing each other. Yohann had propped himself up on one elbow and with his other hand he caressed my back with his fingertips. I became aware of his penis again as he was aroused by the actions of my mouth and tongue on his breast.
As his penis began to harden, it pushed against my stomach, to try and accommodate its growing size. I felt him increase the pressure of his massage as he was aroused and then his hands moved to my arse cheeks, kneading them like dough. He dropped his head and began nibbling and licking my ear lobe. His breath on the moistness caused a tickling and erotic sensation.
That, along with the firm kneading my buttocks were being subjected to, had the effect of stoking the fire between my thighs. I felt the moistness begin to build between my thighs and an indescribable sensation to have something stoke and be thrust inside me in that region. I moved my hand between our bodies and caught hold of his twitching rod.
I adjusted the position of my body and lifted one leg as I lay on my side giving him access to the entrance of my most intimate depths. I placed the tip of his penis between the folds of my vaginal lips, and he gently shoved riding all the way up and inside my love hole. I was wet and primed and the feeling of warm flesh stirring the juices of my love canal was just no comparison to the cold,
hard plastic of my hair brush that I had resigned myself to for the past three years. I had to lift my leg and support it on the wall above his legs to be able to give him freer access to stroke. We began a slow dance in this horizontal position. Our pelvises moving apart and coming together in synchrony, instinctively, without us having to think or focus on the action -
like a child swinging her dangling legs when she sits on a high chair or bench. Yohann, moved one of his hands down to where we were joined at our groins, wet his index finger with our intermingled fluids and began circling my anus – an action that heightened my pleasure. His other hand was above his head, his fingers buried in my hair absentmindedly stroking my scalp.
We remained coupled together in this fashion, moving intermittently. Each of us indicated when we needed to rest to delay that journey over the crest onto a floating cloud of sexual ecstasy. About 10 minutes into our slow fuck, I noticed that Yohann was thrusting deep, riding up my pink canal as far in as he could. The tip of his penis touched my cervix, the entrance to my womb.
I knew that another couple of strokes like this and he would be shooting his load. The thought of this intimate cotact almost made me cum too. We stopped moving, breathing deeply so we could delay our climax. I knew we had time till six, before the maid arrived and it was not yet five. Our conversation reflected the intimate nature of our physical union.
I openly asked Yohann why he looked at my feet and he confessed that he found women’s feet sexually arousing. He also told me that he had found me sexually attractive from the first meeting at the Society get-together. As soon as we started meeting on a regular basis with regard to my networking business, he started fantasizing about me whenever he masturbated.
I confessed my fantasies to him as well and described how I masturbated. He narrated how he first lost his virginity to a colleague at work, a lady 10 years older to him. Then there was his wife of 5 years. Although he cared for her, their relationship was lukewarm. And I was the third. I felt a stab of guilt, but then pushed it aside.
I was not going to get involved in any commitments, and our relationship over the past 4 months since this incident has been just that – opportunities created once every month or so to give the companionship we earlier enjoyed a greater depth. Neither of us is demanding of the other and to outward appearances our friendship is clear for all to see.
Only we know the depth of intimacy it has reached. While we narrated our stories, describing the sexually explicit parts of the story, our sexual union took on a greater degree of urgency and passion. I described my wedding night to Yohann. Although I was fairly knowledgeable about sexual intercourse, I had never seen a male phallus before that night.
I described my experience of that first sight and my first act to Yohann. This sexually explicit talk heightened our pleasure arousing us to move faster. I was tethering over the edge. Yohann had taken a lot more of our sexual fluids and used it to gently finger fuck my anus, putting no more than an inch inside. My vagina felt slightly sore and we had been fucking now for 30 mins or so.
I was about to tell Yohann to roll over on top of me so that we could finish the act, when I saw his face grow taut. His mouth slowly opened wide and he engulfed an entire breast in his mouth. A low groan emanated from deep within his throat. He clamped his mouth firmly on my breast and let the groan rise in its full force from his throat, as loud as his body required him to,
but smothered it in his mouth by stuffing my breast into his mouth. ‘No, noo, Take me, Take meeee’, I screamed as I realized that he was tipping over the edge. I wanted to climax too. Yohann thrust again 2-3-4 strokes like a jack hammer and then I fell with him screeching something incoherent in a high pitch, but stifling the sound through clenched teeth.
Every muscle in my body tensed, I thrust my pelvis into him, as a natural reflex to my imminent orgasm pushing him into the wall. His seed gushed out of his organ deep inside me and he countered my thrust by pulling my body hard against his own – a natural instinct to ensure his seed was deposited as deep within me as possible.
And then the great release came, tingling rivulets coursed through my body. Wave after wave of pleasurable pulsations originated from my vagina and spread through my body. My mouth went slack and I half wailed and half moaned in pure ecstasy. We were breathing hard. Sweat bathed our bodies as we lay beside each other,
our senses slowly returning from the peaks of pleasure they had traversed. ‘Yohann… Yohann… ‘ I panted in a whisper, clutching him as though I had been rescued from a death-causing scenario. ‘Jyotsna, your beautiful’, he whispered and kissed me on the lips. I felt alive, whole, fulfilled and a woman again.
Thank you all for your previous comments. I hope my experience gives hope to women who are in a similar situation as me. Life does have some good moments, savour them while they last. I look forward to your comments on this concluding part. I may not post again, but I will be checking in to read others’ experiences.
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