Squirrel Redux

You may remember my story last December called Date Night. Here’s what happened the rest of that weekend:

At home in our candlelit bedroom, I lay naked, stroking Dickie back to full strength.

My wife entered wearing an almost-see-through skimpy little nightie hanging from her tits. Smiling, she straddled me and leaned down for a kiss before promptly sitting up to slip the lingerie off. She kept her hands above her head, her tits standing high and nipples begging for attention. Then, leaning down again, she playfully brushed them across my face. She let me kiss and suck them before sliding slowly down, her hardened nipples gently tickling down my torso until her titties engulfed my throbbing dick. Pushing them together, she gently massaged him, knowing it would almost send me over the edge.

Suddenly she moved back up to mount my dick, swallowing him with her wet, hot pussy until he was buried to the hilt. Then, leaning forward, she let me play with her titties again.

First I pulled on her nipples, then opened my mouth wide to see how much would fit in. I sucked each one as it slowly slipped out until only the nipple remained between my lips. This I held tightly to nibble on before switching to the other.

She pulled away, sat upright, and increased the speed at which she rode me. Her titties began to sway in the candlelight.

I took her by the hips, lifted her off, and said, “Time for squirrel to do a little humping.” Turning her around to kneel, I quickly slipped deep within and, laughing, I said, “Let me see if I can go as fast as him.” I began to quickly pump in out in out until she cried out.

“Oh yes, oooooh, yeeees, I’m cumming!” She shuddered and her pussy sucked tightly on me.

Slipping out, I moved my face between her thighs and slipped my tongue into her still pulsing pussy whilst pulling on her nipples.

She began to moan again. “Oh, slowly, slowly.” But she was soon close to coming again, squeezing my head between her clenching thighs.

I licked and ran my tongue deep within her pussy until she moaned and came again. Without delay, I turned her over and slipped back in, holding her hips and pounding until she began to buck and yell.

“Faster, harder, ooooooh!” And as she came, I shot my load and we collapsed together on the bed.

As we curled up to sleep, I said, “If I wake up during the night, I might play with you again.”

She kissed me, smiled, and said, “Sure.”

I did, waking at about 3am.

She was lying on her back, sleeping peacefully with her beautiful tits just begging me to play. I gently kissed and fondled each one, then began to massage each nipple.

It wasn’t long before she spread her thighs apart, inviting me to slip fingers in. As I did, she tightened against my hand. While I quickly plunged in and out, she grabbed my throbbing dick and held tight until she tensed, came and came again, then let Dickie go and curled up to sleep.

The next morning we got up late and she wandered naked to the kitchen. Just watching her hour glass figure and pert bum and tits moving as she returned with coffee got me hard again.

After a light breakfast, she said, “I’m off to have a shower.”

I said, “Lets have a no-undies day.”

She wiggled her bum, turned, and laughed.

As she washed in our double shower, I thought, “Why not join her?” So I wandered down the hall and got in.

My wife looked at me and said, “What’s he want, standing up like that?”

As I lathered her tits, down her tum, and around her bum, she began to scrub my boys and play with my dick. She dropped the bubbles and, bending down, said, “Who’s a naughty boy, then?” Then she slid him into her mouth, quickly moving up and down. She knew I was holding on, wanting to enjoy it as long as possible. She took my balls in her hands and played with them as she sucked me very hard.

I tensed. Just as I was about to cum, she let go, stood up, and said, “Let’s see how far you can shoot!” She tightly slid her hand up and down, laughing as it shot across the shower and hit the glass. Then she said, “Happy?” She kissed me and added, ” Time for you to go so I can finish washing my hair.”

Later that day we decided to go to an early movie before dinner.

She wore a summer dress buttoned down the front but took a cardigan in case the small cinema was cold. It had only a few other couples, and we sat in a double seat in the back row. Not long after it started she put her hand on my lap and began to rub me. Knowing I was commando, she put her cardigan over me, unzipped me, and began to stroke my growing dick.

We could hear moans and sighs from others, which only got us more excited. I undid one of the buttons on her dress over her lap and moved my hand down. She spread her thighs, allowing me to slip my fingers in to play with her pussy.

As I was getting close to losing control, I looked at her and shook my head.

She smiled and simply held me whilst I continued playing in her pussy, trying not to make any noise as my fingers slipped in and out of her wetness.  It wasn’t long before she closed her eyes, tensed, and pressed tightly against my fingers. She coughed to cover up a moan as she shuddered, then slowly relaxed again.

As we left the cinema, she said, “That was a nice movie. Funny, but I can’t recall watching a lot of it.”

We went home for a quick nap, then quickly changed and went to dinner. She wore a low-cut top that sat neatly around her boobs, a loose skirt, and high heels. As we walked to the restaurant, she said, “Hold my arm. I don’t want to trip, or I might show it all.”

We returned to the Italian restaurant which served the biggest oysters with white wine. The matron was a largish buxom lady, happy to display her cleavage and lean over men as they were served.

My wife whispered, “Are they bigger than mine?”

Quietly, I replied, “Yours, on your slim body, look bigger. And you aren’t wearing a bra.”

Just watching her sensually eating gave me a hard-on. It was a small restaurant, not conducive to under-the-table games, but that didn’t stop her rubbing and squeezing my dick. As we  finished, she said, “lets buy some chocolate and wine and go home.”

As soon as we were in the door, she undid her skirt which dropped on the floor. Stepping out of it, she lifted her arms, took off her top, and kissed me while I struggled out of my clothes.

We moved into the bedroom and fell onto the bed. As she spread her legs and wrapped them around me, I pushed all the way into her warm, wet pussy. Our tongues played with each other. I began to twirl her nipples until she sighed and started pushing against me as I slowly thrust. I was close.

Pausing, I withdrew and said, “Its squirrel time.”

She turned and arched her back, lifting her hips from the bed. I grabbed hold of them and drew her tight against me as I slipped in again. My hands roved up and down her back and around to cup and play with her tits.

We were getting rather hot and wet as I pumped her pussy, until she said, “Let’s rest awhile.”

We moved back up on the bed, sipped a little wine and nibbled chocolate. Then, as she lay back on a pillow, I moved down between her thighs and buried my face in her pussy. I caressed her with my tongue until she began to sigh and push up her hips to let me in deep. When my tongue grew tired from playing hard, I slid a favourite vibrator deep within.

As I turned the vibe on, she said, “Ooooh, that nice. Make it rather slow. Here, let me do it.” She held it with one hand and slid it in and out while I kissed and played with her nipples.

Soon she turned the speed up and pumped it into her as she tensed, moaned, and groaned. Withdrawing it, she said, “Come in. I need to have that  silky smooth hard dick in me.”

I quickly slipped in, and she said, “Oh, yes. All the way. Quick! Faster, faster!” At the same time, she played with the vibrator on her clit until, in rolling waves, she came and came again. As she held the vibrator up against my throbbing dick, I too exploded and shot my hot load with a shout.

It was the climax to an incredible weekend.