After the Pub (L)
(L) – This story contains brief strong language.
Since so many of you requested a follow-on from Memories of Summer, here it is.
I was mesmerised for a moment as I watched her disappear out through the door, and then the discomfort set in. My cock was as hard as I could remember, and as I stood and turned to the bar to drain the last of my beer, I also took the chance to adjust myself. Instantly, I felt the damp stain on my shorts where pre-cum had leaked through both layers. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt that excited.
As I moved through the crowd in the pub, I pulled my shirt out of my shorts and had to hope that it would cover the evidence of my arousal as I walked the half-mile back to the hotel. As I exited the pub, there was no sign of her, so I hurried along as fast as I could without running.
A few minutes later, I arrived in the air-conditioned foyer of the hotel and rushed to the elevators, pressing the button repeatedly as if my urgency would bring it quicker. As I stepped into the empty cubicle, I shifted the still-uncomfortable erection in my shorts.
Finally, I arrived at the door, set the keycard against it, and pushed the door open.
There she was in all her beauty, standing by the window, the afternoon sun turning her summer dress sheer as it bathed the room. I could see her seductive shape through the material, the curve of her hip, her legs clearly defined all the way up.
I was drawn across the room as if by a magnet, and as I reached around her to draw her to me, my hard cock pressed against her bum, which she immediately wriggled as her hands touched mine. The groan of desire I let out caused her to giggle and press back against me.
As one hand cupped her breast, the other slipped down to lift the hem so that I could continue where I had left off in the pub. Her panties were soaked, but that didn’t stop me rubbing her steadily. It was her moan that did it!
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I lifted the dress around her waist, pulled down her knickers, and guided her onto the bed. She arched her back beautifully in the sunlight, offering herself to me. I freed myself and entered her with one deep thrust.
She felt perfect: warm, slick and tight. I leaned over her and moved with purpose, the wet sounds of our union filling the sunlit room. She met my rhythm, pushing against me with every exquisite stroke, moaning softly as I drove into her.
But the afternoon’s events had left me desperate.
“Fuck . . . I’m not going to last,” I groaned after hardly a minute.
In response, she squeezed me and rolled her hips whispering, “Come inside me.”
That was all it took. With a final thrust, I came—deep, hard, pulse after pulse of release filling her.
After a moment, I pulled out and looked down to see my cock covered in both our juices and her pussy already leaking the evidence of our lovemaking. Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees in front of her, leaned forward, and ran my tongue from the bottom to top of her vulva, just the way she loves.
I could taste both of us, smell her intoxicating fragrance, feel her quiver, and hear her moans as I feasted on her beautiful pussy. I made love to her with slow, relentless strokes of my flat tongue, until her hand rested on the top of my head, pressing slightly. This is one of the unspoken cues in our life and tells me she’s ready for the next stage.
My tongue started to flick against her clit as I slid a thumb inside her. I heard her breathing grow sharp and ragged, and as I concentrated purely on her pleasure, her whole body tensed and she came hard with an almost sobbing cry.
My tongue circled her clit gently, still savouring the taste of us both as she came down from her orgasm, sitting up only when she lightly pushed my face away.
I kissed my way up her body, pausing to slip her dress strap off a shoulder so I could suck one of her nipples, before our tongues sought each other out.
God, I love my wife, I thought as I collapsed beside her.
Quick thank you to MH for fast tracking this for you all
I found this story deeply invigorating — and deeply moving. The moment he knelt before her, tasting the evidence of their union, lingering until her body gave way to pleasure, said everything about the kind of man he is. Not afraid of her wetness, not afraid of his own release mingled with hers — only afraid, perhaps, of leaving her unsatisfied. That willingness to pleasure her before and after, to make sure she has what she needs once he’s had what he wanted, is rare and achingly beautiful. Another exquisite piece.
Thank you!
I’m sure all us guys have had those occasions where we just couldn’t hold back and her pleasure is vital so more than happy to use whatever is necessary to bring her to orgasm.
Awesome story or stories! We find hotel sex often very special and intimate and intense! And you feasting on your wife’s pussy and your mutual love liquids – right after filling her pussy – I do that on my wife’s leaking pussy sometimes. But almost every other time I scoop cum from my Melody’s pussy and rub it on her nipples. Then we have fun as I orally “clean” it off. She almost always cums from buzzing her clitty with a vibe as I’m “cleaning off” her tits!
We used to almost always have simultaneous orgasms during PIV sex. A couple of years ago that changed and she needs me to be “cleaning” her tits for her to cum. I certainly don’t complain because more titty time is extremely pleasant for us both.
My wife does not climax from oral. But receiving oral in any part of a sex session will intensify her orgasm later!
The kinda “meet at the pub” roleplay was certainly a sexy set up for part 2. Roleplays tend to really send my wife into her vixen mode. Again, thanks for the great stories! Keep ‘em “cumming!”
Despite years of trying simultaneous orgasming is still a rarity which is why on the whole I always seek to happy ending for us both.
Part 2 didn’t disappoint! I love that you mentioned the “unspoken cues.” That’s something that can only be built through years of marriage and trust.
You’re right, you learn each others reactions only through taking notice.
This was so hot! Nothing like your own, fresh creampie. Has me so hard and horny. Thank you for this wonderful story.
Thank you
Wonderful story! Thank-You!
Going down on my wife after I cum in her brings on the best orgasms she has! 'Eating her creampie' is about an every time thing for us! It's wet, it's messy, and it gets even messier when she cums and everything in her comes out into my face, but her leg shaking hip humping orgasms make me crave doing it!
Thanks Tulsa glad you enjoyed the story.
Nice that MH can "fast track" some stories – while others wait forever for approval….perhaps mine is too controversial…
[From MH: This was a unique case! I believe what happened was that we simply swapped this story with another of story_smith's posts, so that this highly-requested follow-up could be posted sooner without showing favoritism toward any particular author(s). Aside from certain time-sensitive discussion posts, there generally aren't any exceptions to making stories wait their turn in the queue.]
Didn’t realise that one MH but I know I’ve got a few waiting. This was written in response to the community’s request so glad you swapped it out.
[From MH: At least I THINK that's what happened. It's the most likely route we took, but I'm not 100% sure, because I've not been able to focus on the goings-on of MH as much with the very busy last couple of months I've had. 😅 -PP]
Hot and intimate story! I loved the teasing in the pub and how you had to go ravish her in the hotel room. Man! My future husband eating my wet pussy is something I fantasize about a lot.