The Rewards of Curiosity Pt. 03

A year and a half after Kim and I let our new friend Andrea introduce us to the sultry, but profitable world of pay to play dating, we decided to walk away from our naughty capitalistic adventure after one last night of fun. Our curiosity had been satisfied many times, but our once or twice a month overnight absences were taking a toll on our families.

Thomas was an extremely handsome, athletically built, forty-eight year old man with grayish blonde hair, blue eyes, around six-foot tall, with a great smile, and this was my fifth date with him. From the first time we met there was a special chemistry between us which had led to very adventurous, exciting encounters.

My room at the Mills House in downtown Charleston was elegant, large, and tastefully furnished with a big claw foot tub, walk-in shower, and mini wet bar. I bathed, fixed my hair, make-up, and put on a sheer black bra, matching, thong, three inch heels, and a long red silk gown, had a few glasses of champagne, and watched the evening news waiting for him to arrive, thinking about my long conversation with Kim during our three hour drive, and the fact that Andrea wasn't with us for the first time ever allowing us to venture out on our own, telling us we'd be fine without her.

I fixed a glass of scotch for Thomas a few minutes before he was to arrive, and as usual he tapped on the door promptly at seven, wearing his custom fit two piece suit, white shirt, and charming smile when I invited him in. He gave me the dozen red roses he had in his hand, kissed me, and told me I looked very lovely tonight, took his scotch and gulped it down asking if he could have another and if we could talk for a while. He took off his coat, and tie, sat down in chair in the corner of the room, asking me to have a seat in a nearby chair and said he had been wondering about what caused Andrea, Kim, and I to stop dating, had something happened, had our involvement with him or anyone else been unpleasant, or hurt us. I explained that no one had hurt us, and that I had always enjoyed the time we spent together, but as he was well aware of we had lives outside of our dates and we needed to concentrate on them.

I told him he was an amazing man, that was very kind, charming, handsome, and extremely sexy. I got up, sat down in his lap, kissed him, and smiled telling him he was also a great bed partner. He grinned saying that our last night together was going to be our best yet.

Thomas had very strong, soft hands, which were caressing my shoulders, arms, and breasts, tugging the thin straps of my gown off my shoulders, kissing me softly, his thick tongue sliding into my open mouth intertwining with mine, as my gown fell to my waist, my erect nipples straining for release from the sheer fabric of my bra. his fingers teasing them as I leaned back unhooking it so his warm hands could feel my naked breasts. He scooped me up in his arms, stood up, carrying me to the bed in the center of the room and set me down gently on the floor pushing my gown over my hips, down my legs to the floor, then eased me back on the bed wearing only my thong which he slowly removed, massaging my legs as he stood up, staring at my nakedness as he removed his clothes, asking me to play with myself. I was pinching, pulling my nipples, using the other hand to rub my clit, and finger myself.

Thomas asked me to close my eyes, and I heard ice rattle in his glass, and felt his breath against my hand as I continued fingering my wet pussy. He was between my thighs, licking my clit, his tongue was cold, he had ice in his mouth, I was on the edge of orgasm, when he put a cube of ice on one of my nipples and sucked my clit, I climaxed immediately, my juices gushing as he replaced my fingers with his cold thick tongue and pinched my nipple very hard, giving me another wet gushing orgasm just mere seconds from my first. He smacked his lips, telling me how sweet I tasted and pushed his fingers inside me, finding my g-spot and rubbing his fingertips against it telling me to cum for him again, which from my moans and writhing hips he knew I couldn't hold back.

He made me squirt, my juices covered his face, he licked, sucked, and fingered me more, as I climaxed repeatedly, thinking of nothing but the pleasure I was receiving. I was gasping for air, telling him to please let me me catch my breath. He crawled up beside me, his face and hair dripping wet, smiling when I told him how much I enjoyed that. I had just caught my breath enough to talk in complete sentences when he kissed me, a hard passionate, intertwining of lips and tongues, roaming hands, and his very hard seven inch shaft pressed against my thigh. I managed to wrap my hand around it stroking him, fondling his testicles while he started finger fucking me again, making me squeal in delight as I started squirting again.

I was completely at his mercy begging for him to fuck me. He finally relented, kneeling between my thighs, took his cock and drug it from my clit, to the entrance of my pussy, pushing just the head of his cock inside me before pulling out and rubbing it between my pussy lips teasing me over and over again. I had several strong orgasms before I felt his stiffness plunge deep inside me, his slow, powerful thrusts felt so delicious, for the first time since I met my husband I was making love to another man. Our bodies and souls joined together in that unexplainable sweet, sensual rhythm that is beyond compare with the physical sensations of sex.

The unopened condom on the bedside table totally forgotten, I wanted to feel his hot, thick seed explode inside me, and fill me up. He told me he was going to cum, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and told him to give me every drop and we moaned together as he filled me with hot, powerful jets of semen, which felt amazingly good. He kissed me gently rolled over by my side, and asked what just happened, saying that was more than just sex, and it was out of this world. I stopped him before he could say it, telling him I felt the same way, but I wasn't ready for our night to be over and moved down to his still extremely hard cock and started sucking, tasting the mixture of his white, salty semen and my juices as I bobbed up and down, deep throating him. After what seemed like a very long time, Thomas started tensing up, telling me he was going cum, so I gave him a prostate massage to help him along his way and he gave me a mouthful of hot, salty semen as a reward for my efforts.

We a hot steamy bath together, had another drink, and were back in bed for another amazing round of long foreplay, some slow easy fucking, and rather intensely satisfying orgasms. At five the next morning Thomas took a shower, drank a cup of coffee with me and when I got out of the shower he was gone. I read the short sweet letter he left that was taped to a leather brief case. I was a bit surprised by the contents and closed the letter inside it with a beautiful diamond cluster ring, and fifteen neatly wrapped stacks of hundred dollar bills.

Kim and I had breakfast, and took our time getting home. We went back to our naughty lives, and promised one another to never let curiosity go wild again.