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We managed to behave at work for the next three days. Liz knew we were dating but didn’t let on. At lunch on Thursday, Chloe did mention that the girls she worked with had figured out she was seeing someone. She didn’t confirm it but they were all glad to see her smiling and so happy. The fact we had lunch each day didn’t raise eyebrows. Everyone was aware we were friendly, and Liz was running interference, stating I was paying a professional interest as she was looking to make a career in our industry. And, let’s be honest, apart from certain departments, it was a man’s world.
Friday afternoon, Chloe came by to see me before she left for the day. Shutting the door, she walked around my desk as I rolled my chair back. Perching her butt up on my desk, I stood up as I slowly lifted the hem of her dress so she could spread her legs wider. I kissed her hard, as we hadn’t managed to steal five minutes since waking up together on Wednesday morning. She whimpered into my mouth as we hugged each other tightly.
“Needed that,” she whispered.
“I’ll go home, pack a bag, and get to yours as early as possible. Still not leaving your apartment until Monday morning?”
“I’ll be picking up some groceries on the way home, Mark. We’ll be eating dinner when you get to mine, then we’re going to bed so we can make love.”
Hugging her to my body, she held me just as tightly, her head resting against my shoulder. “But I like this too,” I said softly, “I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that I like a cuddle.”
“You can hold me whenever you want.” Kissing my cheek, she gently pushed me back so she could stand up. “I’m heading off. Don’t be too late, handsome.”
“I don’t work too late Friday. I’ll let you know when I’ve left home.”
Liz turned up at my door within five minutes of Chloe departing. Sitting opposite me, I looked up from my laptop, keeping my face blank. “Don’t give me that look, Mark. Chloe hasn’t stopped smiling since she walked into work on Wednesday morning. Are you spending the weekend together?”
I couldn’t stop smiling at the idea. “Yeah, she’s fairly insistent we won’t be leaving until Monday morning. I’m already thinking that we just arrive together, get it out of the way, then we won’t have to hide the fact we’re dating any longer.”
Driving home to my empty house, I had bought it after my ex-wife had bought out the share of our previous house, as I didn’t want it. She had a friend move in to cover the mortgage and bills, while I bought a much smaller house as I simply didn’t see the point in buying a large place just for myself. I didn’t like the idea of renting, while I found townhouses were the same price as apartments. But while I was at home, packing my bag, I was left wondering if Chloe rented or owned her place. Far too soon to be thinking about moving in together, but it was something to think about for the future.
Her front door was closed when I arrived this time, even after she’d buzzed me up. I understood why when she answered the door. My eyes drank in the little black dress she was wearing, no straps over her shoulders so assumed no bra. The black thigh highs on her legs, and the fact we were eye level, glancing to see the heels on her feet. Her hair was done up, faint make-up with her lips a ruby red. She looked absolutely sensational.
“Wow,” I finally managed to say.
Stepping forward, I kissed her softly as she pressed her body into me. When I felt something firm, she giggled. “I’m not wearing panties either…”
Turning but still holding my hand, she led me into her apartment, kicking the door shut with my foot, as I followed her into the living room. Dumping my bag on the empty chair, we sat down as she curled her legs underneath her, leaning into my body. “I’m thinking we order in tonight as I don’t want to cook in these clothes. Once we eat, I want you to ravish my body. Sound good?”
“I’m loving this new confident Chloe.”
“I am in my own home. There are only two opinions that matter when we’re in here, and I know your opinion of me, so I can be carefree, confident and happy while we’re alone.”
“What do you want to order in?”
“Chinese? Love a good Chinese.”
“Works for me. I’ll be happy just to eat so I have energy for later.”
She gently grabbed my chin and kissed me. “I do love a man who thinks about the future,” she whispered, before kissing me again. Pressing her body into mine, it took all of a few seconds for her to straddle me again. Lifting the hem of her dress, I felt those two wonderful cheeks in my hands again, earning a soft moan as she moved her mouth close to my ear. “We really should eat first but you’re making this very difficult, and me very hard.” She rubbed herself on my obvious erection. “Though it seems I’m not the only one suffering.”
I think it was with some reluctance that she slid off my lap and grabbed her smartphone. I thought she would have used an app, but she called a local take-away and she put through an order for one of those set menu deals, whispering the details as she was informed. Sounded good enough to me. Once ordered, she resumed straddling my lap. I toyed with the zipper on her back more than once but refrained from taking it off. I was a patient man.
The food arrived half an hour later, Chloe turning on the television as we loaded up our plates with the two mains and a load of rice, plus the usual free bag of prawn crackers. We tried not to go gorge ourselves too much, but it was obvious we both had an appetite. Once we’d eaten our fill, we quickly washed up the plates, put the remaining food in the fridge.
“Will you be joining me in the bedroom, Mark?” she asked, not looking back, “If you can arrive without shirt, trousers, shoes and socks, it will mean I can get that lovely cock of yours in one of my two holes a lot faster.”
“I want to peel that dress off you though.”
That made her stop and look back. “That’s the only thing you’ll be taking off before we go to sleep. The stockings and heels will be staying on most of the time. As will my glasses.” She turned and walked back towards me. “If you want to cum on them later, you’re more than welcome. I’ll make sure I have a ponytail tomorrow night so you can grab it while nailing me doggy-style.”
“Fuck, I love you.”
I realised I blurted that out without thinking in an instant, but I knew I couldn’t say those words then retract them, particularly as I actually meant it. Chloe immediately smiled, caressing my cheek, watching her blink rapidly as she kissed me softly. “I can’t even begin to explain how much I already love you, Mark. It actually scares me a little bit. After we make love, that’ll be it. I’m yours forever.”
Following her again, I disrobed how she wanted until we stood before her bed. Leaning into me, I immediately unzipped her dress, watching it slowly pool down around her ankles. Her cock was hard and pointing out, as she slid down to her knees, helping my underwear off. My cock almost slapped her in the cheek before she rose to her feet. Reaching down to grasp her cock, she returned the favour as we made out.
“You’re used to my cock now?”
“Yeah. Is that okay?”
“I know you’re with me because of me, not because of my cock. So we’re both going to have a lot of fun.”
Getting onto the bed, she rested on her knees between my legs, ready to service me, when I made a gesture with my fingers. She smiled but asked, “Are you sure?”
“Chloe, you said there’s a good chance we’ll be doing everything. I just want to get a real good look at it, play with it, and it’ll probably end up in my mouth. But what I really want to do is eat your arse later before we make love.”
She sat up and swung her body around, her cock almost bumping me in the face as I ran my hands up to her arse. She sat up and leaned over to the nightstand, placing a tube of lube on the bed next to me, informing me that’s for her arse when I wanted to get her ready. “Before you wonder, I am clean, but some guys prefer lube for the taste,” she stated.
And, with those words, she consumed my cock. No teasing. Just her lips tight around my shaft and swallowing as much as she could. Her cock was pretty much at eye level. It was thick and a slightly darker colour than the rest of her, though still more pink than anything. There were a couple of veins, the same I would see on my cock.
Running my tongue from the tip to almost her sack, she released a whimper as she sucked my cock even harder. I licked her again before moving up to her balls. She whimpered again. Part of me really wanted to eat her arse, surprised I was thinking that, but the other part wanted to please her like she was pleasing me. I wanted to make her happy.
“Please,” she whispered, “I know there’s a part of your mind…”
“It’s okay, sweetie. Definitely going to suck your cock now.”
“Thank you, baby. Want to know when I’m going to cum?”
I gave it a few seconds thought. “You know what? Surprise me.”
She moaned as I took the head of her cock in my mouth, tasting her pre-cum already dripping. It was slightly bitter but not entirely unpleasant. Running my hands up to rest on her arse, I reached for the lube and blindly applied it to her rosebud. As I took a little more of her cock every few seconds, I teased her before I finally slid a finger inside her.
“Yes, baby. Get me ready for your big cock,” she moaned, her lips immediately around my cock again.
More of her cock ended up in my mouth as I quickly figured out what to do. Having my own cock sucked gave me enough of an idea what to do. I did gag on her more than once as I she was long enough and when I moved up to give her hairless balls some attention, she whimpered and moaned in such a manner, I knew she was getting more turned on.
“I’m keeping you, baby,” she whispered, noticing her glance back, “You close?”
“Fuck yes. But I want you to cum too, sweetie.”
I focused on all my efforts on her cock. I knew my technique would suck but I figured out working her with my tongue, the underside of my cock proving more sensitive than anywhere else, would certainly help. Fingering her arse at the same time, she was soon rocking her cock into my mouth while she was working my shaft with such enthusiasm, we were both groaning and moaning in unison.
Being the first to cum didn’t surprise me considering she was practically the cum out of me like a Hoover. As I groaned, feeling spurt after spurt filling her mouth, she was now thrusting into my mouth while I had two fingers buried in her arse, pumping her faster and faster. She released my cock once my climax passed and practically squealed, and I knew she was ready to cum.
It was rather warm. It felt thick. Still that slightly bitter taste. But it honestly wasn’t that bad. Maybe a little slimy, but I’d tasted our cum mixed together before. This was the first time I had hers directly from the source. I felt her shudder more than once before she removed her cock and spun around, kissing me deeply, her tongue almost down my throat at one point.
“I loved it, baby. And you’ll get even better with practice.” She kissed me again, a soft one on the lips, caressing my cheek at the same time. “How long until you’ll be ready?”
“Sweetheart, I’ve barely gone soft, but I do want to fill you with cum in the end.”
“Then I think you should continue what you were doing early.”
She moved off me and positioned herself as I sat up on my knees behind her. Leaning forward, I left soft kisses across her upper back, running my hands around to her front, giving her breasts some attention, as I kissed down her spine. She moaned softly as I continued to move down, continuing to tweak and pull at her nipples, until I let them go so I could focus on her arse.
Spreading her cheeks, I didn’t hesitate in burying my tongue. I’d done this before with my ex-wife and a couple of women who loved a bit of anal. The moan Chloe released as I licked her rosebud had my cock as steel immediately. No idea how long I ate her arse before she was begging for my fingers. Sliding two inside her, I leaned forward again as I slowly fucked her, aware her prostate was somewhere inside.
“Oh fuck!” she cried. I smiled as I knew I’d found it. Then she whimpered and I slid in a third finger. “Oh fuck, please,” she moaned softly, the need and want in her tone turning me on even more.
Turning back to look at me, the love, lust and desire she had to me would have been evident to anyone watching. “Ready, sweetie?” She chewed her bottom lip and nodded eagerly.
Thoroughly lubing up my cock, I poured even more on her before I had an idea, asking her if she’d like to be on her back for our first time. She loved that idea, passing me a pillow that I could place under her lower back. She spread her legs wide, her cock now hard again and resting against her belly. Leaning forward, I kissed her as she gazed into my eyes, both of us looking down as I pressed the head of my cock against her.
“Slowly,” she whispered, “I haven’t made love… Well, it’s been a long time…”
“Me too, sweetie.”
Feeling her arsehole slowly spread apart as I pushed the head of my cock into her, she felt ever so tight. She needed to kiss me hard until the head finally popped inside her. I think we both sighed with relief. Sliding more of my length inside her, I grunted how tight she was, hearing her tell me that she was nice and tight for me.
Took time for me to bury my entire length as I didn’t want to hurt her, but once I started to slowly thrust, she resumed stroking her cock while we continued to make out. She had her legs bent back, figuring she’d end up wrapping them around me eventually. I took over stroking her cock, something she seemed to love, her hands running up and down my arms and back before reaching down to my arse.
“Faster, baby,” she moaned, “Faster…”
Doing what she wanted provoked a reaction, kissing me hard as she lightly whacked my hand away from her cock. Moving her legs so they rested around my upper hands, I glared into her eyes, and I loved the look that appeared on her face. Stopping for a moment for more lube to be applied, she knew what was on my mind, thrusting faster and a little harder.
“Yes, baby. Fuck your girlfriend. Fuck her tight little arse. She’s loving her boyfriend’s big, thick, cock.”
“He’s loving his girlfriend’s tight little bum,” I retorted with humour.
We both shut up and focused on just making love. I couldn’t stop kissing her. Hands all over my body when not stroking herself. She spread her legs provocatively wide, shuffling slightly and I felt even deeper. She moaned loudly and stroked herself faster, moaning that she felt ready to cum again.
“Cum for me, sweetie,” I grunted, as I was getting rather close again too.
We were now moving in unison, burying my cock inside her as she moved her hips with every thrust. She was now chewing her bottom lip and I could almost sense she was close to climaxing again. Leaning down to kiss her, she whimpered and started to blink rapidly. The unasked question was greeted by a nod.
Then I felt her arse practically clamp on my cock like a vice as she cried out, feeling each throb of her cock as she coated herself in her cum. I stopped thrusting during her climax, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead, waiting for her to calm down. When she lifted her hand to my face, I sucked her fingers clean while I resumed thrusting into her.
I didn’t last too much longer. Knowing she’d cum while I was inside her was such a turn on, and her fingers were now digging into my back, her whispers, begging for my cum, pleading and heartfelt. “Cum in me, baby. I love you so much already. I need you to fill me,” she moaned softly.
Memories of my ex-wife had faded over the years, but I couldn’t remember her ever saying those words to me, nor in such a tone of love, lust and just unabashed need and desire. It was like, if she didn’t get my cum, she couldn’t go on.
Those last couple of minutes were not easy as the tempo I picked up was harder and faster than before, but she just kissed me and begged me to keep going until I filled her, whispering again and again that she loved me. I told her I loved in her return, earning one of those beautiful smiles I now hoped to see every day for the rest of my life.
God, she was beautiful.
Then I came inside her, and I didn’t really have any other thoughts for a few seconds. Resting on my elbows, I felt her long legs wrap around me, keeping me in place until my cock no doubt went soft and fell out of her, her lips kissing my neck and my cheek.
Eventually releasing me, I had to pull out and lie next to her, but I loved it when she immediately turned onto her side and cuddled into me, wrapping an arm around her as her hand ended up caressing my chest. The silence was comfortable as we took a few minutes to recover, turning my head occasionally to kiss her. She looked so happy, I knew in that moment, for however long we remained together, that would be the most important thing to me.
“Need a drink?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
We got up, following that perfect arse of hers, and walked to the kitchen. We stuck to water, a jug chilling in the fridge. I couldn’t help looking her up and down, standing next to me in just her thigh highs and heels. She seemed to remember as she took off the heels, dropping a couple of inches in height.
“Want to cum on my glasses yet?”
“We have all weekend, sweetie.”
She cuddled into me once we’d drained our drinks. Stroking her back, I was amazed at how normal it already felt being intimate with her. And I swear she was a mind reader, as she whispered the same thing to me within seconds.
Returning to bed, she immediately got on her knees, leaning forward to rest her head on the pillow. Just the sight of her like that had me hard. Without a word being exchanged, I lubed her up again, applied more to my cock, and slid back inside her. Though I could have mounted her like I’d see in a couple of films, I did something different and pulled her back against me. She loved it as it did give her some control, while I slowly stroked her cock back to life at the same time.
“I’m going to lean forward again, and I want you to mount and fuck me hard,” she said, turning her head so she could kiss me, “It will hurt for a little as I get used to it, but trust me, baby, you’re going to love it and I love feeling a big cock pounding me.”
My girlfriend got what she wanted. We ended up in a similar position I’d seen in more than one film I’d watched since learning the truth about her. And all the noises she suggested she was absolutely loving it. Once I was properly mounted and driving my cock hard and deep, she was grunting every few thrusts, but the fact she just begged for more turned me on.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck it like you own it,” she moaned.
No idea how long I fucked her for. I did wonder if I’d make her cum without touching herself, but while she checked to see she was leaking quite a lot, she didn’t touch her cock at all, stating she just wanted me to fuck her this time and feel me fill her up. I was soon dripping with sweat, while her body was certainly glistening. Forcing her lower, I ended those last few minutes before I came absolutely pounding her. The slap of my skin against hers would have been amusing. She moaned. She groaned. She grunted. She whimpered. She begged. She pleaded.
She said how much she loved me as I came.
Collapsing onto the bed, I murmured I was done in. I loved to make love and fuck all night, but I jokingly called her a succubus. She giggled, turning me onto my side so she could snuggle into me. “Are you calling me a demon in the sack? Wait until I’m inside you, baby.”
We agreed to shower together before going to sleep. Despite her bravado, she was tired and feeling tender herself. The experience was incredibly intimate, and I had always loved washing my ex-wife’s hair. As I did it for Chloe, I sensed her getting emotional. I understood why, turning her around so I could watch her face.
Drying her down was also a lot of fun. The fact neither of us got full erect had us giggling, joking we had definitely worn each other out. Taking her hand, we returned to her bed, sliding under the covers, feeling her warm body spooning back against me, wrapping my arms around her.
“I’m too used to this already,” she said softly.
“Yeah, I prefer having company in bed as well, particularly if it’s someone as cute as yourself.”
We woke up mid-morning, far later than either of us would have risen on a weekday morning. I was hard and poking her, feeling her stir not long after I woke up. She turned around to face me, leaving a soft kiss on my lips. I kissed her back, and it quickly turned into a morning make out session, ending up on my back as she slowly kissed down my body. Waking up hard and horny, it didn’t take her too long to make me cum, watching her eagerly swallow every spurt that filled her mouth.
“Yummy. A delicious pre-breakfast snack,” she stated.
I then surprised her by returning the favour. Kneeling between her legs, I couldn’t help just gaze up and down her body to start with. She blushed a bit and almost turned shy, whispering it had been far too long since anyone had looked at her with such obvious desire in his eyes. I showered her body with attention before I ended up back at her cock. I liked to think I did a better job second time of asking, trying to keep eye contact but I wanted her to feel as good as she made me when she blew me.
“Fuck… Baby…”
Her body shuddered as I was definitely doing much better. Her fingers held my head and she slowly thrust up into my mouth. I felt pre-cum leaking into mouth, surprisingly already used to the taste. And I was finding I was rather enjoying having her thick cock in my mouth.
“Oh baby, gonna cum soon,” she moaned. I looked up and met her eyes, making sure I was smiling. “Going to swallow your girlfriend’s cum?”
I managed to nod as I judged when she was ready to explode. She warned me one last time she was about to erupt, moving my mouth so just the thick head resided in my mouth, stroking her cock and fondling her balls as I felt that first spurt of her warm cum flood my mouth. When I moaned, I surprised myself as I loved the fact I’d made her cum. And it must have been a good orgasm, as once her climax passed, I heard her quietly crying.
Immediately lifting myself to cuddle her, she rested her head against my shoulder as we lay in silence until she was ready to say something to me. “I’m not upset. I’m crying because I’m so happy,” she whispered, her fingers stroking my chest, “Plus my boyfriend just gave me one hell of a brilliant orgasm. And he swallowed!”
“Hungry?”
“Starving now. Your cum is delicious, and you cum a lot, but it’s not enough to be considered a meal.”
Making breakfast together was a lot of fun. We both put on an apron but were otherwise naked, sitting together at the small able while we ate. Though we would have loved to be intimate all the time, we knew we had to pace ourselves, so moved back to the living room and agreed to watch a little television. We kept the intimacy by cuddling all the time, her legs over my lap with her body snuggled against me. I couldn’t stop kissing and touching her. She’d gaze at me constantly and I could now see how much she already loved me.
We managed a couple of hours before she was straddling my lap, and after a little lube was applied, she carefully slid down my cock. It was the perfect way to make out as she slowly rode my cock, both of us taking turns to stroke her cock at the same time. Resting her forehead against mine, her eyes barely averted from mine for a few minutes, my hands caressing her body as I couldn’t get enough of her smooth skin.
She came all over me first, giggling away as she said I must be getting used to the feeling already. Then she wondered if I wanted to cum on her, considering it was the second time I’d been finished on. Sliding off my lap, she sat on her knees and watched as I quickly stroked my cock. She was wearing her glasses as always, and I soon had those and part of her face covered in my spunk.
“Take a photo,” she told me, “Take more than one, actually.”
Hearing the click of my smartphone as I snapped a few pictures, they ended up being rather lewd as she turned into my personal model. After washing down her face, we ended up lying together on the couch, Chloe spooned against me, as the weather turned awful outside. It got a little cold, so she grabbed a blanket from the hallway closet, cuddling together while we watched a movie.
“Can we do this forever?” she whispered as her fingers interlaced with mine.
“I’m glad to hear I’m not the only one thinking that, sweetie.”
The movie took us into the afternoon, agreeing not to have a big lunch as she did want to go out for dinner, if I was okay with that. I smiled and assured her that I’d packed for any eventuality. The bad weather cleared, the sun coming out by mid-afternoon, making a coffee each and heading out to the small balcony. There wasn’t much of a view, but it did give us fresh air.
“Mark, do you ever regret your divorce?” I know my head jerked at her in surprise, but she was smiling at me. “Just call me curious. I know many men and women who divorce sometimes regret not trying harder to make it work.”
“No regrets because we’re still friends, at least. Nowhere near as close as we were, but the divorce wasn’t bitter. We agreed it was no longer working. We did try counselling, but even that didn’t bring us back together. It wasn’t a big thing, like wanting children, that eventually split us. We simply agreed we couldn’t make each other as happy as we deserved to be any longer.”
“How often do you see her?”
“Not often, as we agreed it would be too difficult. But we message each other and occasionally chat on the phone. She’ll want to meet you. She’s always told me that she wants to meet the next women who makes me as happy as she once did.”
She sipped at her drink as she rested her head against my upper arm. “I’ve only had one serious boyfriend, Mark, and that was five years ago. So many men will sleep with me, but none wanted me as their girlfriend. And no chance of me being introduced to friends and family. I was the dirty little secret.”
“I’ll take my girlfriend anywhere she wants to go and will be as proud as peacock to have you on my arm, Chloe. You are not my dirty little secret. You’re my girlfriend and the woman I love.”
Turning towards each other, she cuddled into me before kissing me again. “Okay, definitely going out for dinner, and though I don’t like crowds, I do love dancing. Can you take me dancing tonight?”
“Of course.”
We actually behaved the rest of the afternoon before getting ready to go out. Showering together resulted in a lot of wandering hands. I’d quickly learned to love playing with her cock, her back against my chest as I slowly stroked her off. When she was about ready to cum, I turned her around and dropped to my knees to take her load again. She whispered more than once how much she loved me before she climaxed. And, being the wonderful girlfriend she was, I found my cock back in her mouth rather quickly.
The little red dress she put on, with accompanying thigh highs and heels, had me rock hard again within a few minutes of getting dressed. She noticed the look in my eyes and caressed my groin through my jeans. Kissing my cheek, she whispered that, when we got home later that evening, she was going to take me for the first time.
“I can’t wait,” I admitted, surprising even myself. I knew most people would consider it gay, but when I thought about, I wouldn’t go telling everyone and, even if people learned, I wouldn’t care. All that mattered was that I loved Chloe and if she wanted to fuck me, I was definitely willing.
Chloe wanted something simple that night, so when I suggested a decent burger joint I knew well, she was all for it. She wasn’t much of a beer drinker, but the place I chose brewed their own stuff, with plenty of different varieties. I picked a beer with a nice fruity taste and she loved it. We ended up enjoying a couple of beers there before we moved on to a place we could dance.
As expected, the drinks were over-priced and it was crowded, but as long as I held her hand and she stayed close to me, she had told me that she’d be comfortable. I bought us a bottle of water each before heading to the dance floor. It wasn’t exactly the music I enjoyed, but I didn’t have two left feet. Think we ended up turning each other on, particularly when she ended up grinding up against me and there was no missing the fact I was erect.
My hand ended up underneath her dress and I knew she must have been suffering while tucked. But her dress was so tight, if she moved it, it was going to show and I didn’t want to embarrass her. After a couple of hours dancing, I asked if she was ready to go. She nodded eagerly, taking her hand and leading her out into the cool night air.
I made sure the driver couldn’t see us in the rearview mirror as I fondled my girlfriend. She slyly took off her panties, giving them to me. A lady was always prepared, giving me some lube so I could stroke her cock underneath her dress. “Oh fuck,” she moaned softly into my ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get home.” Her hand went to my crotch, feeling I was hard as steel as well. “You love that idea? Your girlfriend fucking you with her big cock?”
Thankfully, we made it back to her apartment before I had it in my mouth. Paying the driver, anyone paying close attention would have seen the outline of her cock in her dress as she pulled me through the door leading into her block then upstairs to her apartment. As soon as the door was closed, we were all over each other, clothes being ripped off and left wherever they fell.
We were both naked by the time we ended up in her bedroom, Chloe sitting on the edge of the bed as I kneeled between her legs, not hesitating in swallowing her cock. Her hand was on the back of my head immediately, feeling her take control of the situation. “That’s it, baby. Treat your girlfriend right tonight. Want a load in your mouth then in your arse later?” Looking up into her eyes with a smile, she leaned down to kiss me. “I’ll want you to make love to me far more often,” she whispered, “But I still have urges to make love in return.”
Knowing how turned on she was, wrapping my lips around her shaft once again, I put in everything I’d learned so far. And I was pleased when she gave me pointers, giving me advice on how to please her. She loved my tongue along the underside of her cock. She loved it when I teased her head. And she basically ordered me not to forget her balls.
Having turned her on the entire taxi ride home, the fact she erupted in my mouth so quickly wasn’t a surprise. What made her smile was the fact I didn’t swallow everything, but leaned up to kiss her, sharing her cum. She giggled as we snowballed, a term I’d learned as I figured there was a term for everything sexual.
“I want you to cum while I’m inside you, baby,” she told me, “Is that okay?”
“Whatever you want, sweetie.”
Caressing my cheek, the smile lit up her face. “You’re too good to me, Mark. I don’t want to…”
I placed a finger on her lips and shushed her. “Anything I do with you is because I want to, sweetie. And I do that because I love you. Okay?” She kept smiling but nodded. “Now, how are you going to get me ready?”
“I’m going to eat that cute butt of yours, handsome. Ever had that done?”
“Nope. As I said, most is a finger up me while I’m being blown.”
Helping me up on the bed, she had me on my knees, grabbing a couple of pillows, as she took the lube from the nightstand, feeling her cock pressing into me as I knew she was going to tease me. Her fingernails caressed my back and my butt, feeling her soft lips kissing me occasionally. It was all very relaxing, and I understood why.
Her hands eventually spread my cheek as I felt her tongue gently run along my rosebud. I tried not to tense up, but it was a weird sensation at first. “It’s okay, baby, I won’t hurt you, but it will be uncomfortable to start, being a virgin and all,” she said softly.
“It’s okay, just different.”
She was delicate with her tongue to start with, getting me comfortable, before I felt her start to force her tongue inside me. When I moaned loudly, I heard her giggle, singing, “Methinks someone likes it.”
Feeling her tongue eventually disappear had me groaning with disappointment. She lightly slapped by butt before I felt the application of lube, and she didn’t hesitate in sliding two fingers inside me immediately. “Fuck,” I moaned, trying not to clench at the foreign invaders. She rubbed my back and whispered that it was really hot that I was enjoying it so much.
Slowly she started to finger me, getting me ready for her cock. I felt her pressing my prostate. As a man, you know when that’s being prodded. It felt even better, hearing her giggle as she had me moaning rather loudly after a couple of minutes. When she slid a third finger inside me, I knew it would still be nothing like her cock, but I was beginning to understand why a lot of men did love arse play.
My cock felt like steel, and I could feel pre-cum dripping constantly. She was starting to finger me faster, unable to hold back the moans and groans that were escaping me. I was surprised how quiet she was being, glancing back to see her cock was rock hard and she looked ready to fuck me. I met her eyes and nodded that I was ready for her.
“Like this?” she wondered.
“The few movies I’ve watched, the men seemed to really enjoy this position. Particularly the amateur stuff…”
Feeling the bed move, she teased me first by rubbing her thick cock against my crack, pushing my body lower so she could fuck me properly. When she pressed the tip of her cock against me, I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax. Her left hand caressed my back as I felt her press against me. Instead of moving forced, I moved back against her.
“That’s it, baby,” she cooed, “That’s it, just relax and let my big cock inside.”
Her thick head ever so slowly spread me apart. Yes, it did hurt slightly. Yes, it was uncomfortable. But as more of her cock slid inside me, my god, did it start to feel good very quickly. “Oh fuck,” I moaned as the thick head popped inside and she could slide more of her length into me, “Oh fuck yes.”
“Like that, baby?” she asked, knowing she was taking her time feeding me her length.
“I do,” I admitted, “There’s some discomfort…”
“Just need to get used to your girlfriends’ big cock, baby.”
When I felt her body press into my butt, I looked back and she smiled at me. Grabbing my hips, she slowly started to thrust, and any discomfort quickly disappeared as there was no missing the fact the head of her cock was touching just the right place. My cock felt even harder with every thrust, and I knew I was going to cum without her touching me. There was still thought tiny part of my mind saying ‘There’s a cock inside you’, but that was drowned out by another voice saying ‘Yeah, but it’s attached to a beautiful woman you love.’ So, yeah, some people would make comments but, as she slowly thrust into me, I didn’t care any longer.
“So fucking tight,” she moaned, one hand moving to my lower back as she thrust a little faster.
That felt even better, glancing back to see her blue eyes and smiling face. “Fuck me, beautiful,” I moaned.
So that’s what she did, fucking me harder. Her skin was soon slapping against my arse, and I lowered my butt further. She leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on the bed, thrusting a little faster still. I had to reach back and stroke myself as I needed to cum. I felt her kiss my upper back a few times.
“That’s it, baby. Stroke yourself and cum while your girlfriend fucks you.”
“My god, I had no idea, sweetie,” I moaned as I’d never felt my cock as hard as it was. And I knew I’d cum within a couple of minutes.
When she started to really fuck me, I whimpered. Never thought I’d make a sound like that. May have done once or twice during an orgasm while fucking someone, but the noises I made as she really started to drive her cock deep… Then I came and I didn’t care any longer. Feeling her move forward, hot breath in my ear, she whispered, “I love you so much, baby. I’m never letting you go.”
Letting go of my cock as soon as my orgasm subsided, I could now just focus on Chloe giving me a good fuck. I was surprised at how quickly I adapted to her cock being inside me, but I couldn’t deny how great it felt at the same time. She was leaving soft kisses all over my neck and cheeks, her hot breath on my neck, as she was moving faster and faster, aware she was getting close to orgasm.
“Oh baby…” she moaned, “I’m gonna cum.”
“In me, sweetie. I want to feel it too.”
Feeling her cum in me for the first time was a weird feeling, but the sounds she was making made my heart swell and, honestly, fall in love with her even more. She kept thrusting until I didn’t feel her cock throbbing anymore, but she eventually needed to stop and left her cock buried. Then I heard her sob, and her tears fall on my back. She pulled out so I could turn around, immediately taking her in my arms. I knew why she was crying, it was a big moment for us both.
“Don’t let me go,” she whimpered as we lay on our sides, “Please don’t freak out because it was so good.”
“Sweetie, I’m not going anywhere,” I assured her, but the almost fear in her eyes had my heart breaking for her. I kissed her with as much passion as I could muster. “You’re my girl, Chloe. I’m never letting you go.”
“Promise?”
“Hand on heart, I promise.”
She slowly settled down but, giving us both half an hour, she needed me to make love to her. On her back once we’d lubed each other up and I helped get her ready otherwise, I slid inside her and I don’t think anything would have wiped the smile off her face. “I love how your cock feels inside me,” she whispered, “I love you so much already, Mark, I’m scared.”
“I’m scared too, but it’s a good scared,” I whispered back as we made love.
“I’m already thinking things. Like moving in together. And getting married.”
“Do you rent this place?”
She nodded and immediately smiled. “You’ll have to invite me to your place soon.”
“Tuesday night… And stay all week until next Monday?”
“You meant that?”
“I want you with me, Chloe.”
Her lower lip trembled again before I kissed her. As we’d both cum earlier, the lovemaking lasted a good hour and more, neither of us actually bothering about an orgasm. I stopped more than once, resting inside her, and we focused on kissing and touching each other. I couldn’t stop gazing at her body. In my eyes, she was just perfect. As I’d told her, it scared me how quickly I’d fallen in love with her. If it had been just after my divorce, I’d have thought it was a rebound, but I realised we simply shared a connection.
We did eventually cum and timed it so we almost came together. She giggled as I pulled out so my cum joined hers on her belly. After sharing a hot bath, Chloe leaning back against me as I spent a lot of time caressing the non-erogenous zones of her body, we ended up back in bed with Chloe cuddling into me, exchanging soft kisses, as I continued to stroke her soft skin.
Sunday was the proper day of rest. We stayed in bed until late morning, cuddling, kissing and talking. We discussed the future, aware that although it would be quick in some eyes, but although I’d had a little casual sex after my divorce, I generally only slept with a woman that I wanted to be with.
Getting out of bed in time for lunchtime, we lazed around her apartment all day. We did give into temptation and, after blowing each other, we made love on the couch before moving to the floor. Chloe told me she only liked to fuck occasionally, otherwise I’d be the one inside her. I assured her any way was okay with me.
She offered to make a roast dinner. As it wasn’t particularly warm outside, I leapt at the idea, helping her around the kitchen as we got everything ready before it needed to be stuck in the oven for a couple of hours. We snuggled under a blanket as we watched the afternoon footy. She admitted to being a rugby league girl, another thing we shared in common.
Retiring to bed later that evening, feeling rather full after stuffing ourselves, I was wearing underwear while she joined me in bed, wearing a tank top and panties. Snuggling into me as always, I noticed her tears in the darkness. “What’s wrong?” I wondered.
“I’m used to you being here already. Tomorrow night is going to suck.”
Kissing her forehead, I pulled her closer. “You’re with me on Tuesday night and all week after that.”
She was quiet before I was relieved to hear her giggle. “You must think I’m a drama queen.”
“Not at all. This is new for both of us, and I’ll admit, the feelings are very intense.”
She fell asleep before me, curled up with her head resting against my chest. I knew it was too soon to be asking her to move in, but the idea of living together didn’t scare me. Falling asleep, the next thing I knew, I was being woken by soft lips against mine, slowly opening my eyes to see her smiling at me. After showering together, we had to dress for the day. I’d seen her closet already but got a good look at all the dresses she had.
“From around day three, I was picking which I thought you’d like best,” she admitted.
Breakfast was simple before we headed downstairs. Not letting go of her hand until we reached my card, she gave me a concerned look. “I’m going to tell them in the morning meeting we’re dating, and if anyone has an issue, they raise it today or it’s not mentioned again. We’ll just be as professional as always at the office,” I stated.
Her face lit up and I stood there for a few seconds, just captivated as always. Arriving at work together, I parked up and took her hand as we walked to the main building. Entering the administration and managerial section, her section with Liz was where we arrived first. And, of course, Liz was already there and saw us arrive hand in hand. I ignored her as Chloe didn’t hesitate in laying a soft kiss on my lips.
“See you at lunch?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Liz didn’t say a word until the morning meeting. We discussed the usual topics like we did every Monday until I waited for the end of the meeting. Clearing my throat, I looked around the table. “One final order of business to head off any rumours and gossip. Yes, Chloe Simpson and I are now dating. If anyone has an issue with the GM dating one of the clerical staff, please raise your concerns now. But I won’t put up with any rumours or gossip, nor any possible accusations being made at either of us. While we’re here, we’ll maintain our professional selves, but our private life together will remain precisely that.”
Liz cleared her throat. “I’m just glad you’re dating again, Mark.”
“Chloe is a sweet girl, if not a little shy. But the girls rave about how nice she is,” Duncan added.
“Boss, I think I can say that I don’t think any of us will have a problem with it. About time you got back in the saddle, so to speak,” Chris stated.
I couldn’t help smiling. “Good. I’m glad the matter is already settled. Right, let’s get to work.”
Chloe turned up at work on Tuesday with a suitcase in the boot of her car. I moved it to mine at lunchtime and we agreed to just leave her car in the staff car park. By the Friday, I was ready to ask her to move in and I think she was ready to live with me permanently. That night, we talked about our feelings and agreed that we had to be realistic.
“My agreement runs out in four months…”
“But will you spend more time at mine?”
“I’ll be with you far more often than here alone.” She took my hand and rested it against her cheek, smiling as she closed her eyes. “I want a home with you, Mark.”
I wanted the same thing with her too.
Epilogue…
Three months later, she was pretty much moved in with me. We’d met each other’s families. Hers adored me. Mine just loved her. Friends were interesting as she had no problem telling them she was a transwoman. She received one or two interesting questions, but all my friends accepted her. She had a couple of close friends who interrogated me hard, but I knew it was only because they loved her. Once I assured them that I was genuine how much I loved her, they loved me just as much.
Six months after she moved in with me officially, I took her out to the first place we enjoyed dinner. She didn’t quite get the connection until I slid out of my seat and got down on one knee, opening the small box and showing her the engagement ring that I’d picked out. She had to cover her mouth to smother the sob ready to escape her. I didn’t have a speech as she didn’t need to hear flowery words about how much l loved her. I showed her how much I did every single day.
Our sex life was fantastic. We didn’t really need to experiment too much, though I did love it when she dressed up for me. Within a month of our engagement, Liz was selected to move off to Head Office, Chloe interviewing and eventually being selected for Liz’s old job. I had nothing to do with it, as managers were placed into roles by Head Office, but everyone was delighted for her regardless.
We married three months after our engagement. She didn’t want a large wedding, just close friends and family in attendance. On our wedding night, she kept her dress on and made love to me, joking that not too any brides would be sticking their cock into their husband. I wasn’t complaining as she looked as beautiful as I’d ever seen her, and riding my wife while she wore that dress only proved awkward when I needed to cum.
It’s now three years since we married, and the one thing Chloe admitted to wanting more than anything was a child or children. We talked about it constantly before agreeing that it was something we both wanted, so began the process of trying to adopt. At the moment, I’m gazing across the living room at my wife, sitting on the couch, holding our two baby daughters, one in each arm. They were barely a few months old, the product of a teen mother who wasn’t capable of raising them.
Chloe glanced at me, her eyes glistening, having a left a soft kiss on each of their tiny heads. “Thank you for making me a mother,” she whispered.
“Thank you for making me a father,” I whispered back.
Placing them down in their crib a little later, I wrapped an arm around Chloe as we gazed down at our two little bundles of joy. Kissing her on the lips, she moved hers towards my ear. “Want to take your wife to our bedroom and make love?”
“Hmmm. That does sound like a wonderful idea. Are you going to visit my office tomorrow at lunchtime?”
“When do I not? I swear the girls in the office are more than aware that I return with your cum buried in my bottom.”
“No better than hosting an online meeting if you’ve done the same to me.”
Taking her hand, I led her to our bedroom. Even at home, Chloe was always dressed beautifully. I knew she did it for me. It’s the same reason I made sure I hadn’t put on a pound since we got together. We never skimped on our lovemaking. If we wanted to make love, we always gave everything. Sure, we didn’t every night with two babies to care for, but we always made sure to make time for each other more often than not.
Seeing my wife lying back on the bed naked, her legs spread, her cock hard and against her body, I licked my lips as she beckoned me to her with a finger. She often wore a plug nowadays, so she was ready for my cock at any time of the day. We made love for an hour, both of us enjoying a long-awaited orgasm. Morning blowjobs were not always guaranteed, and hooking up at work wasn’t always possible.
Lying back in my arms later, cuddled into my side, she sighed happily. “I’ve made a lot of good decisions lately, but do you want to know the first good one I made? Going for the interview that got me a job working for you. My life has been wonderful ever since.”
“I always said I’d never date a girl in the office. I’m glad I changed my mind on that one.”
“I’ll always be your office girl. I love you.”
“Goodnight, sweetie.”
“Goodnight, handsome.”
She slept almost immediately. I lay in the darkness with a smile on my face. I knew it would come eventually, the cry of a baby through the monitor. Chloe stirred, but I kiss her forehead and told her to remain in bed.
Getting out of bed, I yawned but continued to smile. I was a husband and father before anything else. It had taken time, but I could now state confidently I was truly happy with my life. But as I’d promised myself before, the most important thing was making my wife happy. That would continue to be my goal in life until the end.