Sorry all - but life got in the way of posting. I was in the office all week long again stuck in overseas meetings/calls.
Dana - yes - he did come by our house, at her request, last Sunday actually on the way back from his golf game.
Much of the evening is still fresh in my mind as there actually wasn't very much interaction between him, her and I. While she waited for him to arrive, I got busy with some stuff around the house and she came to me out in the garage and said that I'd gotten to watch the last few times he was here that she asked if she could have some alone time with him and suggested that I keep busy in the garage until he left and then I could come back up to the bedroom. She smiled and said if I wanted I could just let him in and I remember her telling me to just "send him up".
He did arrive a short while later and I'll admit it felt weird to let him in - something she and I talked about more on Wednesday. I can't describe it other than somehow feeling like she was my daughter and I was telling her boyfriend to "go on in". But that was it. He pulled in, came into the garage. We talked for a minute, asked what I was working on, etc. He then just asked "Sue inside?" and I said something like "yeah, go on up", as I said, I felt like her father. I admit to standing there at times in the garage suddenly aware of the apparent hardon in my pants. But honestly, I'm not even sure how long he was there for - maybe 45 minutes, maybe an hour. He came out by the front door and as he walked to his car he paused and said goodbye. I didn't come out but yelled back out to him to drive-safe or something like that.
What I do remember clearly is coming in and going upstairs and yes - the whole time wondering if she's going to keep her promise?
She was under the covers when I came into the bedroom and as I stood there she said something like "you need to be naked if you want to come into bed with me". I shed my clothes before she finished saying the word "me". She giggled and said "is that for me?!" seeing my hardon and with that she pulled the blanket back and let me see her naked. That Paul had just left not more than 10 minute ago wasn't lost on me and how warm I could feel she was as I moved closer to her. I lay next to her and I think my hands were shaking a bit at the thought that he was probably still in bed with her not more than 15 minutes earlier. We fell right into a kiss and I could feel her body against mine. As I pulled back she smiled and gently took one of my hands and she slid it onto one of her breasts and I got the idea - she wanted a little warm-up before we got too involved. As we kissed and held each other as I felt one and then the other breast I remember asking her if he'd sucked on them and she smiled and said "both" and she giggled and said something about feeling my cock throb against her leg from how I was against her.
I had my run my hands all over her body except for one place - between her legs - we both knew that was last. I think she was surprised herself at how horny she still was because she looked up at me and had to shush me away from paying too much attention to her nipples as I know that is a clear way to get her started and wet - and I knew she already was. As our last kiss ended she looked up at me and said something like "you can go down there now if you want" and when I smiled she said "have fun". I kissed down her body - from her neck, between her breasts down her stomach and as I got to her bare mound she began to softly push herself up towards me. My hands moved between her legs and she let me spread them.
As I moved to now kneel between her legs, all the glory of her pussy was revealed to me. As I spread her legs apart, her pussy lips separated so sexily on their own, puffy and reddened, and what they revealed was just breathtaking. I don't know that I'll ever tire of seeing cum in her pussy - Paul's cum for now - but it's something that has truly always turned me on. The more I caressed her legs the more relaxed she became and it looked like her pussy opened up a bit more. I was so hard as I started to put my fingers into her and feel just how warm she was.
I did wish I'd have been there to see him cum in her. I've given up saying it sounds crazy, but I do love seeing him and her at that moment. Now, it's a moment even I recognize coming. She always smiles when I tell her I love knowing he was in her when he cums, she always answers "silly, where else would he be". And it was just after that when I took my first lick of her. Not diving in, but more taking my time. I would actually describe it more like feeling like I wanted to savor the moment as strange as that may sound - but it has been a while since she truly wanted me to indulge myself. While I may have started out gently licking around the outside of her labia - by the time she orgasmed from my oral attention, I'd had far more than a taste of Paul in her. Feeling her cum brought out even more of their juices that turned me on to think about there being probably more still buried in her. There was no doubt it was Paul's cum though - it's definitely a unique tang to it at times and I'm not ashamed to admitting to enjoying it immensely from her pussy!
She told me later she was surprised at how responsive she was but then again, he'd only fucked her once and I joked with her on Wednesday night that maybe that wasn't enough fro her.
But on Sunday I can recall feeling her climax at least twice while I licked her before the sort of pulled me up to fuck her.
And no - I didn't forget the condom. We actually took a momentary break - her to use the bathroom, me to get a condom. She giggled when she came back about how hard my cock was with the condom on it. At that point all I remember is the feeling of needing and wanting to be in her. She lay back on the bed and this time she spread her legs for me and she giggled and said that I should take a moment or two to look at her if I waned. Needless to say, the pump was primed. Her red puffy labia came into view and then separated again. Lol - cliche - but like curtains opening for the main-event. She licked her finger and as I moved back into position she began to visibly rub her clit, running 2 fingers around it until I guessed she was satisfied. All I knew was that she had made herself wet and open for me! And a moment later she moaned loudly as I pushed into her. Despite all of my licking and attention - it was obvious of what she'd been doing from how she felt and yes how wet she still was from it all. I plunged into her almost all the way the first time and all the way on the second time and after that I don't recall that much until I guess about 10-15 minutes later when I know that I finally came in her and it was amazing, fucking amazing. It felt (and looked!) like there was a cup of cum in the condom when I was done - something she rather enjoyed as she tied a knot in it and squeezed it in her fingers.
I do recall her teasing - telling me over and over how Paul had fucked he and asking me if she was still really wet and that stuff. My answers were always yes. That came up again on Wednesday night but that's for tomorrow. And she now knows very well that knowing I may just have sex with her 7 or 8 more times is something that she is playing on.