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We went out to dinner, we spent the night together…we woke up together….about to take a shower together. Did I tell you I am so lucky?

She is so amazing, so loving, so strong and so willing. I cannot believe I am lucky enough to have found her and lucky enough to be with her for as long as I have been. She amazes me every day, makes me laugh every day, makes me smile every day, makes me want her every day, makes me want to be with her every day. I love you W.

No. But I’ve known W for a year now. It’s been an amazing year; with her around, it’s been the best year of my life. The things I’ve done to her, that she’s done to me, the way she has made me feel, the way I’ve been able to make her feel for the past 365 days has been amazing.

I got to see her on our one year something-versary. True to our form, we did something very public, very naughty and something we’d never done before.

Read on to learn more.

The last time I wrote, I was anticipating what was coming next. What we would get to do the next time we were together. So one year in, we did something I’ve never done before.

We went shopping together. Actually, she went shopping and I watched. I’m not so good with shopping. I don’t like it. If possible, I’d never like to shop (food shopping doesn’t count). We had dinner and drinks and went back to her place.

Shortly after we arrived, we changed and got into our bathing suits– we were headed to her complex’s pool.

Just a quick walk away, we held hands as we walked there. We were hoping for few, if any people there. We were pleasantly surprised. There was no one at the pool, except for us.

It had rained recently and somewhat close to the closing time; never a lifeguard on duty. There were no lights in the pool, either.

I stepped into the pool and and the water was perfect– wet (go figure) but warm from the recent bout of hot weather we’d been having.

In no time we were in each other’s arms, kissing. My hand slipped down between her legs and pulled the piece of fabric aside to get at her pussy. I slipped my fingers inside of her and began to make her moan.

It’s been a few days now, so I don’t remember if I made her cum or not at that point. What I do remember is that not long into my fingers’ frolicing, she pulled out my cock….or maybe I did. I can’t remember much. I was blinded by lust and the thought of her pussy.

She began stroking my cock (we were in shoulder-deep water, mind you) and it wasn’t enough. I just wanted to be inside her. To fuck her in a pool; I’d never done that with her or anyone else.

I think she was rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy. I couldn’t control myself, the hunger just overtook me. I thrust my hips forward and in one fluid motion (pun intended) I was inside of her. She gasped audibly, I don’t think she was expecting me to do that. In fact, when we were talking about our pool fun later, she did say she was surprised how I just thrust inside of her. I was surprised too.

As always, she felt amazing– warm, wet, and silky smooth. But adding to the effect was the warm, still water surrounding both of us, and no one there to hide it from. I am somewhat ashamed to admit that I didn’t last long…but it felt so good.

After we finished, W began to take off her suit. It was pretty dark, and the pool is a good distance away from where folks live in her complex. I couldn’t hear anyone talking. Soon, she was naked and swimming around the pool.

My sex drive in park, I was (as always) astounded at her beauty in the dim light and the grace that she moved around in the pool. Nothing was left to my imagination. Except getting caught. I began to worry. The large amount of brain capacity that had been taken up by my libido earlier was graciously returned to the worry-wart part of my consciousness and I began to worry. That she’d get caught. So, not long after this beautiful woman let me fuck her in the pool and then took her suit off and began gliding around in the water like a goddess, I began to tell her to put her suit back on.

Crazy, aren’t I?

She played and toyed with me. She refused to until I took my trunks off for at least a minute. I kept trying to get her to dress– I wanted her to put her suit back on, I didn’t want her to get caught (keep in mind I was not naked).

Finally, she convinced me. I took my suit off (though I kept it in my hand) and swam around a bit. It felt amazing. After a very long minute, I put my suit back on, as did she. We returned back to her place and I spent the night.

I love you W. The year I have spent with you has been the best of my life.

There are times where I want here to fuck ME. And there are times where I want to fuck HER. I really, really want to fuck her.

Sometimes I feel adventurous in our relationship. Especially when it comes to public sex; I think of our public escapades quite often, with great fondness and sometimes with my cock in my hand. Other times, I think of the times I’ve spent with her in bed, naked from head to toe and not rushed to finish, not worrying about discovery.

I can take my time, she can take her time, and I think that we both are able to explore each other’s bodies more and push the limits. I love making her cum until she loses count.

In a few recent posts, W has expressed several desires.

Her ass has awakened, and I heeded its call. One of the most amazing things about her is how sexual she is. She is in touch with her sexuality and is able to tell me what she needs, what she wants and I am able to do the same. I do it without hesitation, without second thought, without awkwardness— in what seems like a moment’s notice. I keep wanting more of her. In every different way.

I fantasize about sliding my cock inside her ass while she plays with her clit. I want her to cum with my cock inside of her pretty little pucker. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t afraid of hurting her. I’d also be lying if I told you, dear reader, that I’d had anal sex before. But I want it. I want her to cum with my cock in her ass. I want to feel it. I want that experience, I want to have it with her.

She’s also talked about pictures. Yes, it is kind of unfair. You see, I have a few pictures (well, more than a few) of her beatiful pussy. A few flashing pictures in the park, a few masturbatory (and post) masturbatory pictures she took of her pussy as well. Mmmmm. I’m going to have to look at those again. She took pictures of me when we were together, and I took pictures of her as well. We deleted them. But they were so fun to take. I never really understood why people take pictures of each other when they’re naked and in compromising positions, but the God’s honest truth is t hat they’re fun….and incredibly arousing. I mean, how fucking erotic is it to take a picture of her sucking my cock? Her beautiful face with a mouthful of my cock. Or my eyes looking into the camera while my lips and tongue are planted firmly on her pussy.

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Another thing that W has told me about is her need to be tied up and fucked. I think that would qualify as domination. The idea that she wants to feel (safely) helpless to my every desire. I could have complete and total control over her, and she could have none. I could have her do to me (or do to her) anything that I wanted. Make her cum till she can take no more; bring her to the edge several times but not push her over. Force my needy cock into her greedy mouth, or hole of choice. I love being in charge, sexually. The idea of being completely in charge of her, that she cannot resist me and I would have complete and total domination over her and that I could do anything and everything that I wanted to do to her exites me to no end. Mmmmm.

I miss you W.

We’d been swimming at the pool enjoying the day with my kids and family when after some time we were alone in my bed. He said “Can I make you quiver?” “Of course”, I replied. We both swiftly undressed and his head was between my legs licking my pussy in no time.

He fingered my pussy while he licked my clit and I squirmed with desire, but my ass was aching for some attention. It needed some attention, so I asked him to finger my ass. He did seem shocked as I have not asked for anything other than for him to fuck me, usually he takes the lead, but it WAS my birthday and my ass made its desires known, as did I.

He stuck his two fingers from his free hand into my pussy to lube them up and quickly starting fucking my ass with his finger. He continued to fuck my pussy with his other hand and steadily licked my clit.  THE TRIFECTA!!!! The combination was amazing and overwhelming and I came and came and came very hard. I came so hard that after the final time my clit became extremely sensitive and I had to have him stop.

He stopped with his fingers and tongue, but as soon as he stopped that, I wanted his cock. He is the condom king, but no, no condom today, not on my birthday. I wanted to feel the skin of his cock rub inside the skin of my pussy. I wanted to feel his hot cum shoot deep inside me.

I did not think I could cum again, but then feeling his bareback cock and wrapping my legs around his back spurred yet another orgasm and as he began to cum so did I as I could feel his cum run through me.

He bought me a present, but this was much, much better.

I’m hoping for more ass play in the future, much more. For me and for him. Perhaps in the form of anal sex? Mmmm…we will have to see. Just talking about it makes me wet and my ass yearn for his cock.

I was worshipping her pussy with my lips and tongue, as I am always wont to do. I love how she tastes, how she breathes when I am licking her between her legs. It is heavenly. I know I am making her happy when her breathing begins to quicken, and she moans the way she does. The ultimate compliment is when she grabs my hair and pulls me into her pussy. I would live in there if I could.

So anyhow, during my oral devotions to her superior slit she says to me “Stick a finger in my ass.”

This surprised me for several reasons.

1. She generally doesn’t tell me what to do (to her) when we’re together. Not that I was offended, it was quick, direct and what she wanted. And I do love giving her what she wants.
2. To the best of my memory, we really haven’t done much ass play. I mean, we’ve talked about it, but this was the only time I can remember where she brought it up, especially so directly.

So, being the obliging fellow that I was, I licked and fingered her pussy while fingering her ass. I am quite the assplay virgin. But I enjoyed it, and she did as well. I think I was a little less rough than I could have been, but I just didn’t want to hurt her.

Shortly after bringing her to orgasm, I slipped inside of her and fucked her, missionary style, till we both came. Hard. When she knows I am coming she grinds her hips to enjoy every last bit of my soon to be not-hard cock. It is intense and a feeling that I savor each time that I come.

I love that she is direct and knows what she wants from me and is not afraid to ask. I love that she is willing to let me do what I want, to experiment with her and she knows that my ultimate goal is her pleasure– my need to make her cum is like an exponential sickness; the more I do it, the more I want to do it.

Alas, I am away on business and won’t see her for an eternity– lifetimes, it seems. I miss her. I talk to her every day, text her every day. Hearing her voice on the phone, hearing her laugh is music to my ears and makes an otherwise (busy) but dull day that much brighter.

I love you, baby.

I saw W a week or so ago; she was raring to go, but I was tired and for whatever reason, not in the mood. She told me “I need to be fucked hard, and badly” and I said no. First time I’ve ever done that. The only times we haven’t fooled when we were together around is because we couldn’t, like the situation, location or timing wouldn’t lend itself to it. Which we’ve managed to overcome multiple times in some interesting ways.

She even said, “I think we need to take some pictures,” which any other time I probably would have done without thinking. This time I said no. I actually turned down sex with W. I’ve never, ever done that. I never thought I could do that. I became worried after I left….why was I being like this?

Turns out I was starting to get sick, something that would require a trip to the emergency room. I am very much on the mend, and thinking about her. Thinking about her touch. Thinking about her smell. Thinking about her kiss. Thinking about her wet, sweet pussy.

The last time we were together (in the carnal sense) she had taken me (in a non-sexual way) out of my comfort zone. I kept telling her that she was gonna get it. So, later on she got it.

When we were finally along, I told her “Suck my cock”. And she did. Wonderfully. Her lips and tongue on my cock is amazing. I know she loves it when I take charge. And there’s something very liberating about doing it, too.

After a while, I had her stop. I began fingering her.

Now I know I’ve said this before, that W comes quickly and easily. I know I’ve said that she gets wetter than anyone I’ve ever been with. But I love it. I know exactly how her breathing gets when she’s aroused; how it changes when she gets close. What she sounds like when she’s being quiet, what she sounds like when she’s not being quiet.

I got to her her, feel her wetness on my fingers. And make her cum. Many times. I don’t know how many. So then I thought that she should help, too.

“Finger yourself, and make yourself cum.” I said.

She obliged. It wasn’t long before she came. I would masturbate in front of her and cum if she wanted me too, but then I’d be down for the count for a while.

I went back to fingering her for a while, and I think that was when she made me stop. She was breathing heavily, exhausted from her orgasmic ability.

She recuperated for a bit. We laid naked, facing each other.

“Fuck me,” I said.

In what seemed like a fluid motion, she got up, put a condom on my cock and slid down on me. We fit together perfectly.

I was lying down; W staddled me and rode my cock. It felt so good…..I knew it wouldn’t be long. Her pussy was so wet, so warm, I couldn’t focus on anything but her pussy. I played with her nipples a little, half heartedly, but I could feel myself getting closer….as was she.

When she is riding my cock and I’m looking up at her, she is quite the sex goddess. Her breasts sway, ever so gently wit the motion of her torso. She closes her eyes, and kind of tilts her head to the side when she is getting close. I love the sound, the noise, the movements she makes.

I could feel it start in my toes and thrust my cock in her as deep as I could. I wanted to be as deep in her as I could while I came, to have the soft, warm wetness around as much of my cock as possible. She felt the change of my position, and the bucking and grinding of her hips increased as I exploded inside of her.

And one of the most sexy things is she knows that she keeps grinding while I keep cumming….and is able to cum with me.

Sigh. I miss her. A lot. And I’m kicking myself that I didn’t take advantage of the ability to take pictures.

Hope to see her soon.

When I asked him if he wanted to have phone sex, he said he wasn’t sure. I don’t know if he had ever done it before but we had never done it together. He asked me if I like phone sex and I replied “no, I hate it”. He laughed, why? I told him, because I am shy. Sure we have had chat sex on numerous occasions and we send sex texts daily, and have live sex pretty much weekly, but phone sex is different. We decided that no, we wouldn’t have phone sex and continued our conversation about the day.

His voice started to get a little husky and he said he was lying naked on the bed and his cock was hard as a rock.  Now, the last thing I want to do is make the poor man suffer. I told him I’d talk him through it but he said no, he wanted to listen to me cum over the phone. I relented, well it didn’t take much, he told me to, so basically I did. I like him bossy. I love it when he tells me to touch myself or suck his cock or bend over…whatever he wants, I’ll give it to him. I trust him implicitly and I also know that he’d give me anything I wanted too. But what I want is to be dominated.

So I removed my clothing and lay naked in my bed with the phone pressed to my ear, imagining him naked several states away stroking his cock. I asked him where his hand was and he told me he was stroking his cock. I closed my eyes and imagined this as I have seen him do this before, I have asked him to masturbate in front of me. He has seen me masturbate as well, so I imagine he had a good visual picture in his mind as well.

I told him I was rubbing my clitoris with my finger and  I put a finger inside of me. He said I was quieter than usual remembering back to the day in the car, the first time he came in my mouth and then asked me to masturbate in front of him. He said on that occasion I was not quiet. “I’m just getting warmed up” I said.

One finger on my clit, another inside of me and hearing his quiet groans on the phone sent me quickly into orgasm, but I wasn’t done and neither was he. Now I was very wet and my fingers slid easily in and out of my pussy and I moaned. He responded to my moan with his own louder moan and before long we both were climaxing to the sound of the other.

It was quite fantastic. I felt close to him in that moment, once again sharing another first with him, but knowing it would not likely be our last.

It has been over a week since I have seen his face, kissed his lips, or felt his hug. Even longer since he has been inside of me. Hopefully soon.

When we fuck, I cum over and over and he explodes inside of me. When we kiss, the kisses spread down to my core and make me wet. When I lie in his arms, I am a perfect fit.

He went to the place where we first had sex and relived the moment the other day. I found this to be so sexy. Thinking of him stroking his cock while in the bathroom stall where we first fucked. My skirt hiked up over my hips as I bent over and he slammed into me from behind.

I could not be with him during the reenactment, but I spent the time reliving it in my mind. Even the talk of masturbation has been a forbidden subject in our past lives, yet we encourage it with each other. He tells me he will masturbate to me and this makes me excited and I want pictures of it.

He has plenty of pictures of me masturbating to him…so I am refusing to give more until I get some in return. We had some of the most amazing photos of us together, taken months ago, but together we decided it would make sense not to have evidence of our affair. Since the pictures contained my faced and mouth sucking his cock and a few of him naked, they were destroyed. I miss those pictures.

My favorites included the one of his face while he came, I took it while I was riding him. I loved the serene look of pure ecstasy. I have every intent of taking more of these photos in the future and since our situations have drastically changed in the last few months, it would not longer be anything other than a couple having fun together. Which we are. A couple. Who love to have fun.

I forgot how much I enjoyed writing about us. I love how wet I have become in just the last few paragraphs. I must do this more often.