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Mr. Ridley and I share a common passion for great sex, each other, and things that go fast. We fell in love and between the sheets fast—we love passionate long-lasting sex—and more often than not, love finding ways to combine it all.

Passion and holding ourselves back is often our biggest challenge. Our chemistry leads us astray, and it’s very difficult for us not to take advantage of every close encounter and slip between the sheets together… or anywhere for that matter. We love adventure and exploring each other, we love sex and getting down to each other’s business on the daily. I find it the hardest to resist Mr. Ridley when he has the company of friends or we are out; excitement leads to temptation, and we can often end up anywhere.

Today was a typical day in our household. I got up early, and so did Mr. Ridley. We woke in our usual fashion—hot, horny, and wanting to be entangled in each other’s business—but that wasn’t the highlight. We each had other plans for the day and went our separate ways after having our way with each other, the way every day should be started.

I was at home puttering around after a big week of work, doing the usual weekend household jobs. Mr. Ridley was having friends over later in the day for some guy time in the garage, drooling over cars and other fast things besides our passion and temptation for each other.

I cooked a delicious breakfast with one side of the kitchen, flirting during the cleanup process. We took a break afterward to enjoy each other’s company, sat on the lounge, and chatted about our day. Mr. Ridley was keen to understand what I had planned; he placed his hand on my leg and said, “What are you going to get up to today?”

I said, “Nothing much, just usual house stuff. Then I think I’m going to wash, get out in the cabana, and clean up there after a busy week trashing the place. I will then prepare the guys some lunch if you like.”

“Great!” he said as he kissed me. He then went on to say, “I will  just be downstairs with the guys fiddling in the shed, then when they leave I plan to fiddle with you!” (He said it as  he caressed my neck with his lips.) He instantly hardened, grabbed my hand, and placed it on top of his erect cock.

I replied “Do we have to wait?” as I straddled him on the lounge.

“I’m afraid,” he said, “the boys will be here in a minute.”

I said to him, “It feels like you will only need a minute.”

“Uh-huh,” he replied as he thrust his cock against me. We kissed and began dry humping each other, another favorite pastime we often share. His mouth found its way to mine as things started to get a little heavy. He slipped his hands under my short denim skirt and slid my G-string to the side. “I’m shocked your wearing panties!” he said.

I said, “We have company coming, so I thought I would dress up a little,” as I giggled.

He ignited a strong sensation between my legs as he discovered my desire to be fiddled with immediately and tantalized my aching clit through the sheer lace fabric of my panties. My wetness was leaking through. He grabbed his shorts and proceeded to release his cock to create more friction.

This was exciting! I teased the tip with my entrance and pressed myself up and down on him, allowing only the tip to touch me. His cock was penetrating the fabric of my G-string and my thinly covered vulva was almost encasing him in the lace as his tip tried to enter me. Just as we started to stray from our original plans, he stood up, and I wrapped my legs around him as he headed toward the bedroom.

Then the doorbell rang, and his friend entered the downstairs foyer yelling, “You there, mate?”  Mr. Ridley and I were caught in the act and unable to finish.

Mr. Ridley replied, “Yeah, come in. Just jumping in the shower!”  Then he turned to me and said, “One sec,” as he released me to the ground. He kissed me and said, “Sorry; later, I promise,” as he groped my crotch playfully.

“It’s okay, honey,” I said, and, thoigh quite wet, I made my way downstairs to greet his friend while he cooled down.

As I went about my day, a text message arrived on my phone. “Sorry again, baby. I wanted so badly to keep going and make him wait, and thinking about almost getting to fuck you has got me wanting more.”

I replied: “I totally understand. You never need to promise because it’s a given that we fuck daily. lol, I wanted to drop my oil onto your piston,  but I can wait… I think.”

Later, by the pool, I was engrossed in lapping up the sun’s rays, working on my tan in my one piece. My phone buzzed and it was Mr. Ridley. It read: “Want to meet me in the laundry for a quickie? My piston needs your sweet lubrication, lol.”

A few more messages were exchanged, but I resisted the temptation (even though it was quite exciting knowing he was down there thinking of me and not what the gathering was about). This set me thinking. Should I duck upstairs, lie on the bed, and take care of myself, hoping he would walk in? Or I could grab my We-Vibe Bloom Balls and text him to open the app… or just take advantage of my alone time. (wink, wink)

I ran upstairs and slipped in my Bloom, then returned to the sun lounge. It was so nice to lie there, feeling the warm summer sun kissing my skin and a subtle rumble of gentle vibrations.  I thought of Mr. Ridley’s offer and his huge cock penetrating the walls of my pussy, pulsating inside of me, and his lips loving on my tits whilst thinking of my response to his text.

As I lay there face down on the lounge thinking about all of that, I felt his touch brush between my exposed ass cheeks. His fingers deftly found their way under the fabric of the crotch of my swimmers. He parted my lips and found the string to my Bloom, then leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Ohhh, baby!” ( He said it as he tugged on the string.) “The boys and I are coming in to cool down, especially me. Then after that, I’m taking you to the laundry room.”

I sat up, then stood in front of him. I was ready to pounce on him then and there.  Grabbing his huge erection, I kissed him without a word, and plunged into the pool.  I could hear the guys approaching the pool yard, so I got out after a few minutes and went inside to prepare the bbq lunch. (Such a shame we had company!!) As I was preparing things, my Bloom started to change tempo, sending me into a bench-gripping orgasm, leaking my eagerness to be fucked into my swimmers. I wanted to go out there, take charge, and fuck him regardless of our company.

Mr. Ridley’s friends came in from the pool to grab the meat for the bbq; all I wanted to grab was Mr. Ridley’s meat. (lol) The boys were starting to get a little drunk, so after lunch, they would probably leave… well, I hoped so, or I would be the one taking Mr. Ridley by the hand and leading him to the laundry.

During lunch, Mr. Ridley was playing with his phone, and I felt my vibe kick off again. I sent him a text and said that I wanted to wait to cum again when I was wrapped around his cock. As I sent that, I slipped into the bathroom and removed my Bloom. I wanted nothing more but him!!

After we cleaned up from lunch, the boys returned to the garage for a few more drinks, which turned into hours.

I took myself for a rest, lying down in the pool house to read a book. The next thing I knew, my legs were lifted and placed over Mr. Ridley’s lap. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes to see what he was watching on TV.

He said, “Rest.”

I did for a bit before rolling onto my side and watching the custom restorations show with him. He lay down behind me and slipped his hand under my top to hold me in close by my tit, which was nice. We love watching these shows together and chatting about them, anything that goes fast is a passion we both share—as well as our passion for each other and combining the two.

I thought he had drifted off to sleep as we lay there in each other’s embrace, but I felt him squirm. Releasing my tit, he adjusted himself. He ran his hand down my thigh and pushed it forward, bending me at the knee, and got comfortable again. His hand then made its way under my denim skirt and directly to my clit.

He started circling it on the lace of my G. Then he whispered in my ear, “You’re still wet and hot for me—oh, yeah, you sure feel that!”

I was wet; I could feel it. Was I dreaming? As horny as I felt, I needed no encouragement or invitation to be fucked. I resumed my position from the morning, pouncing to straddle his lap. Then I began rolling my body up and down his, using my hips to tease his cock and get him wanting to be in me, where I needed him to be. I feasted on his neck and grabbed his cock. (Wow, he was fully ready).

Mr. Ridley expressed his desire to be buried in me. “Don’t fuck around; I need you!”

I rubbed the head of his cock against my opening, and he raised his hips to get closer. It was pressing so hard against me that I thought it would tear my lace panties. It hit the spot—his cock was sitting directly on my clit.

I kept going. It felt fantastic, riding up and down on his shaft. A few minutes in, the heat and connection was set to high, and the intensity was beyond pleasurable. I could feel the orgasm building just from rubbing. Each time I drew myself up his body, I allowed the tip of his cock to almost enter me against that lace barrier. Mr. Ridley and I were moaning and encouraging each other. Each time I reached the tip, he would thrust me up, grab my hips, and guide me back down as he paid careful attention not to cum. It was getting close for both of us; we were both saturated in love for a good grind.

“Mr. Ridley, would you like to cum like this?” I asked.

He said, “I’m close! Ahh, oh yeah!!” escaped his lips as I reached his cock tip again.

I said, “I’m going to!”

“Don’t,” he replied. “I would rather be deep in you!”

I kept going. With every stroke, I was on the verge of an intense orgasm. I could not stop myself from feeling every inch of him. It was so intense; part of me wanted him to rip off my G with his teeth and allow his cock to enter me.

I was getting so close, gripping around his neck as he feasted on me, moaning between his kisses. He allowed me to arch my back as he took my tits in his mouth. That sent me directly into my orgasm! “Ohhhh, fuck, yesss. Ohhh!”

This sent him wild as I continued to pleasure myself against him. He stopped suddenly as a tiny spurt of cum escaped the eye of his cock. “Stop, stop!” he said, “Oh fuck, stop!”

Things halted!!!! Mr. Ridley tried to get my G-string off by pulling it down before he got frustrated and tore it in two, splitting the tiny crotch right up the middle before inserting his huge very excited cock. “Oh, yeah, that’s it!” he cried. “Fuck! Oh god! I love your tight snatch!”

He was close; I was grinding and wanted to cum again. I lifted myself up on him and slid all the way down, sending his eyes rolling back in his head. He jolted inside of me and kept going, “Ohhhhh!” It twitched inside me again. I was going to bring it home hard.

I got off, lay on my back, and said, “Get in me NOW!”

He slid straight back in, kissing me as he reentered me slowly. Then he spread my legs and pressed them apart, fucking us both into a deep, penetrating orgasm. With every push, he released an ascending grunt, pumped me firmly and sensually. I rubbed my clit abruptly, which he loves.

He said, “Keep going; show me!”

And that I did. My fingers were slipping all over myself as I begged him,  “Cum! Cum deep in me, baby!”

And that’s all I needed to say. He twitched inside of me again, and I pressed against him with my hips and thrust with him, raising my pussy to ravish his cock as we both came. I think it’s the hardest I have ever felt him cum. I sensed every spurt he released inside me until he was done.

I came again just as he released his last pump into me, which he felt intensely as I continued to roll my hips against him. The head of his cock after just cumming was obviously sensitive—he was hard and began twitching and moaning. I could not hold back as it brought me into another orgasm, panting my pleasure into his ear.

After, he rested on me. Still inside me, showed his affection by kissing me and devouring my tits in his excitement for more.

It was well worth the wait and lived up to the anticipation even though we never made it to the laundry room. (LOL) But there was still plenty of opportunity for that on the way back down to the house—or to keep in mind for the next time the guys come over.