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Lips....Puckered and Swollen
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Lips....Puckered and Swollen "Welcome back, Dahling," she said to me as she greeted me at her condo door on Lake Martin. "You look good today...how are you?" I stepped into the living room and looked hard at her face. Something was different, but I as yet could not focus enough in the dimly lit, shaded room. It would not be until she led me back to the great picture window overlooking the lake that th light shone through enough to see her face. "Here, baby," she spoke softly, "have a seat. Can I get you something? Maybe a coke with some ice and a little whiskey?" "That would be great," I answered her knowing we would sit and catch back up on the events of the past few weeks since we first met and made passionate love here in this place the very first time! Then it hit me...as she came towards me with my drink in one hand and her's, in a much larger tumbler, that her lips were swollen as if she had just come from a doctor's office treatment for collagen. She had been drinking and her red nose was a dead give away, not to mention her slurred, slow speech. "Tell me what is going on," I tried to show concern in a serious way without assuming anything. "Is it that visible to you, Stephen? You are such a sensitive, loving man. And to be honest, that is why I came back down here for a weekend...hoping to see you and spend some time with you." She seemed like she was going to cry at any moment. "Well, I did not call, as you requested, but I sure was wondering what was going on with you. I didn't expect you to come back here so soon, but I am glad you did! I told you I'd be more than willing to come see you and provide us a place to meet secretly." I responded. "Yes, I know....and she started to have a crack in her voice, so she drank from her glass and took a deep sigh..."My husband is seeing someone else and is not willing to hide her presence, not even from my family and it really hurts me. It is not that I care who he sees or what he does. He still is good to me and financially keeps me in what I need and even gives me more money than I need. Over the years I've saved knowing he would one one day leave me and he never has cared about me or when or if I wanted to see someone else. In fact, he always encouraged me to find sexual pleasure with other men or even women....so, as you know, I have." Her face looked sorrowful and at the brink of those tears. "Has he asked for a divorce?" I inquired. "Oh no! NOTHING like that," she was quick to respond. "He does not believe in divorce. He is Roman Catholic and thinks as long as he goes to church, says confession two or three times a year and gives plenty to the church, everything is just fine." she spurted out with a tone of real judgment. "Do you think that God is really that stupid?" She seriously looked me in the eyes and asked me wanting my response. "Well," my response came slowly as I did not want this to end up being a counseling session.....sometimes people lose their sense of what they believe in the passion of the moment." With that statement said, she moved beside me, put down her glass of drink and took mine from me and sat it down...turned to my face with her hands cupped in holding them so I could not look away and asked me, "Do you want to kiss me? Do you want to eat my pussy like you did before? Do you want to fuck me with your hard dick or one of my hard dildos? Do you want to play in my ass today? What can I do for you to forget all of this drama in my life?" And with that she kissed me and her lips were so soft...swollen...and from the smell of the expensive liquor on her breath,, she was really well into her drinks for the day. My response was long and deep because I enjoyed the fragrance of her cologne...and the way she took her time to kiss, pressing her lips against mine ever so softly and she started to purr....like a kitten being held in one's lap. But I managed to speak in time..."your lips are so soft and enlarged...." She cut me off..."Do you like them now? I had a treatment before I came here for the weekend and they do hurt, so I've had a little to drink to soften the feelings this morning." Well, that was why her lips were so swollen. But please don't stop kissing me...I enjoy your kisses...and they are numb right now...it is okay. You make my heart feel alive when you kiss me and I see your lust in my eyes." "I do care about you and yes...you are right, of course...pure and simple lust, but I do care for you and your well-being." And I withdrew away from her. She stood up and reached for her large tumbler and swallowed hard a gulp of her drink, turned to me and asked, "Would you like more of your's?" "No, I am fine," was my reply. She stood over me after she sat her drink down, unbuttoned her blouse and very expensive bra and camisole, allowing them to fall to the floor. Then she straddled my legs and sat on my lap with her face in my face just looking at me with those dreamy brown eyes and heavy eye lids that looked sleepy indeed. And then she pressed her swollen lips against mine and followed within a few seconds with her tongue probing deep down my throat as she kissed me deep. "What do you want from me today, Stephen? I am finished talking. I want to feel your skin..." she was unbuttoning my shirt....undressing me...there on the sofa overlooking the beautiful lake with the sun pouring in now on her face and glistening white skin...her breasts were so firm for a woman her age...I'd have to say mid forties or maybe older? "Your own pleasure is all I need..." I insisted as we made out until we both had hurting jaws from kissing in awkward angles and even nibbling on each other. I enjoyed her breasts...sucking and fondling and even biting them softly and gently....teasing her. She then led me to her bed where the covers were laid back and waiting for our bodies to melt into. "I want you to eat my pussy....make me cum....use your fingers...and play with my breasts with your free hand." As I slid down the length of her torso...her long legs were so white...smooth and seemed to be responded to all of my touching and massaging with a sense of quivering excitement. Her breathing was beginning to be more like a need for air as she began to arch her back and come up to kiss me as I worked myself down her body. My face on her beautiful, freshly clean shaven pubic area...her clit was swollen and her lower lips were even more pouty than her facial lips. I could not believe she had not just been freshly tossed? But even if she had, she wanted me...wanted more...so I obliged her requests and dove into her sweetness and licked the dew from surrounding droplets appearing around her mound....like what I imagined was the morning supply of manna for the in the wilderness, I was now in my wilderness happy place where all was right with the world and I was enjoying the sights and sounds, the smells and feelings, coming from her body and this passionate time of sexual adventure. This continued well into the afternoon...longer than I had anticipated, but I could not get past those swollen lips..above or below without a thorough adventure to explore why they were so full and receptive to my touch and attention? "Stephen, I did masturbate this morning before you answered my plea for release." She lowered her head in shame and continued." I was just so distraught thinking I was no good for anyone. I was trying to awake my flesh for you to enjoy." My response was not spoken, but a continuation of sucking her clit and probing into her love canal with stiff tongue...fingering her first with just two fingers, but then bringing myself up to suck on her hard breasts and nibble on her perky nipples, I was also seeking some leverage for my hands so I could bring her to climax...again. And she responded...exploding with orgasms that had her eyes rolling, her breathing panting and her body quavering. I managed to get on my knees and spread he legs and without delay rammed her hot exploding pussy with all I had. Her thighs rocked me inside her and she drew me down to kiss those pouty lips and say kind words to me about my thrusts. Maybe seven minutes passed...certainly no more than seven...and I exploded all my bent up frustrations, desires, and emptied my hurt and pain in the release of what was a monumental orgasm for me, "Thank you..thank you...I kissed her lips...and slid beside her on her bed as she held me tight and tried to calm her body...her breathing was so hard even still, as was mine...and we were speechless for several minutes.....swollen lips on her face and I felt her swollen lips below....and *smiled*! |
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