Backdoor Man: Employer's Wife Pt. 01

This is a new series that chronicles the various encounters one man has throughout his lifetime. The unique aspect of these encounters are that they hold a common theme of the main character, Mark, is the other man. Because he is not a braggart, does not gossip, and silently watches and then reacts, he has the good fortune of encountering a myriad of women. All names, dates, places, company names, etc. are not intended to resemble anyone in real life. If any story in this series resembles any specific person, then that resemblance is purely coincidental and not a person that the author may know.

I also used flashback and changing the time sequence to try to add some variety to this story. Any feedback or comments are appreciated. I hope you enjoy the story and entire series.

Backdoor Man: Employer's wife pt. 1

"UUUUHHHH, UHHHHHH, UUUUUHHHH, YES, YES, FUCK YES, KEEP FUCKING ME, KEEP FUCKING ME WITH THAT FAT COCK, YES, YES, YEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!"

Monica was cumming hard on my cock as I pounded her doggy style early Sunday morning. My hand fisted her hair as I drove my thick cock deep inside the beautiful brunette's clutching pussy. On all fours, moaning loudly during her continuous orgasm, her tight ass pushed back to meet my thrusts. She arched her back more and more, willing my cock to drive deeper and harder into her. This was certainly something I was going to miss in a couple months when I left for college

I was enjoying morning sex with my summer love. Although we were not entirely exclusive, we did spend a lot of time with each other, fucking all over her house, in her hot tub, in the pool, and now, more often than not, in her marital bed.

I released my grip on her silky auburn hair allowing her to fall forward into the obscene amount of pillows she had. Looking at me over her shoulder with dreamy, schoolgirl eyes, she asked, "How are you such a good lover at your age? You are the best fuck I have had since college."

Smiling sheepishly, I settled down on my side, propped up on an elbow, gently petting her body, admiring the tautness, the firmness of this 42 year old woman. "I guess you just inspire me. And, you have no problem telling me what you want. Otherwise, I would not have been holding your hair like it was the reins on a horse. Girls my age are too uptight about that stuff."

"MMMMM, yes, I guess I have taught you a few things," she retorted with a semi-innocent giggle.

Monica then scooted up into my body, as if fitting a puzzle piece into the perfect spot, snuggling her head into my chest, she nestled herself into my body as I continued to gently caress her. While we shared a content satisfaction, we drifted off to sleep for a few hours.

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For the past four years, I served as a groundskeeper and all around handyman for the Jensens. It was great pay and guaranteed work. Plus, Steven Jensen, my dad's boss, and Monica Jensen, his hot as hell wife, treated me like the son they never had. So, it was my great fortune when they offered that scrawny fifteen year old, all 5'5" 130 pounds of him full time summer employment six days a week. I took to the job quickly, learning many skills along the way, as each year passed.

The job had many perks, such as access to the pool and hot tub, daily lunch provided, and a generous salary. But my favorite part of the job was admiring Mrs. Jensen lounging around the pool, usually in a bikini, sipping a cold beverage, looking absolutely stunning. She was a brunette beauty with well defined legs, a toned body with B cup breasts that highlighted her lithe figure. Her full lips, dark brown eyes, and high cheekbones were the perfect canvas for the classy and elegant woman. But most enticing was her ass. It was perfect. Her rounded cheeks were firm and shaped, displaying the many years of dedicated yoga, weight training, and running. She was absolutely stunning and put any girl close to my age to shame.

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I woke up first, quietly extricating myself from Monica's warm embrace to use the bathroom. Once done, I quietly approached the bed, slowly peeled the sheet off her beautiful body and knelt down between her legs. Her pussy was still glistening with our combined juices as I leaned forward and inhaled deeply. The musky scent of her pussy set my cock rock hard. The deep scent was sweet, but also carried with it a depth of flavor that had me always wanting more. Even if her sweet essence was mixed with my own, Monica had taught me that it was okay to eat her. Who was I to argue with my elder? Monica Jensen had the best tasting pussy I had ever encountered.

I moved in closer, kissing the insides of her thighs, sucking as I kissed, long enough for her skin to tingle, but not leaving a mark. Alternating between each leg, I worked closer to her beautiful lips as she slowly arose from her slumber, signaling her approval with her right hand resting behind my head.

With my extended tongue, I lightly grazed the edge of her right labia lip, running up its length and down the length of the left lip, barely making contact.

"MMMMMMMMM, UHH, MMMMMMMMMMM, niiiiiccccceee," was all that escaped her lips.

My lover's hips undulated slightly as she tried to force them forward while pulling on my head to create more contact with her glistening pussy. But, I merely held my ground, lightly running my tongue's tip up and down her lips while also intermittently blowing lightly on her swelling pussy.

With each teased touch and breath, she pushed her gorgeous ass cheeks up, desperately trying to make flush contact with my mouth.

Pulling away from her sweet slit and sitting up to make complete eye contact, I said, "Patience, my love, we have all morning, well, unless, of course, if you need to leave for church."

With a frustrated eye roll, she threw her hands behind her head, signaling her submission to my pace.

"Good girl, now let Mark take care of you and your sweet pussy. I promise to do a very thorough and satisfying job."

Moving back between her legs, using my shoulders to push against her hamstrings, I pushed forward. Flattening my tongue, I placed the fullness of it on her now exposed pink star. Monica's body involuntarily shuddered as I lapped from her tight asshole to just before her clit, purposely avoiding making contact with her nub.

Over and over, I teased my beautiful employer, sucking her juices as I licked, but still avoiding contact with her hardened nub.

We had been together long enough that she knew not to beg, but just let me work her body, to tease her, enjoy her taste, and most of all, work her up to a powerful orgasm.

Then, on one lap of my tongue up, I stopped again before her clit, but did not move back down. Millimeters from her clit, so close, exasperatingly close to her orgasm, just waiting, almost mocking her clit.

"UUUUUHHHHHH, COOOMMMEEE OONNNNN!!!!!" Monica whined.

Even though my own excitement and need to have this beautiful woman cum on my face was intense, I continued the same pattern for a good five minutes.

Her hips were totally out of control, frantically bucking at my face. Her clit pulsed, crying to feel my tongue. But, all I did was blow on her engorged nub.

More bucking and now genuine begging ensued, "PLEASE MARK, PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE HONEY. I NEED YOUR TONGUE ON MY CLIT, SUCK MY CLIT, GET ME OFF, FUCK FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, SUCK MY CLIT!!!!!!!"

Smiling broadly, I loved that I could move this sensual and sexy woman to such a frenzied state. The rush of manipulating an older, beautiful Goddess never escapes me. Finally, my pointed tongue touches her button.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, YEEEEESSSSSS, MMMMMMMM!!!!"

Once I make contact with her clit, I do not stop. Licking, sucking, nibbling, I work her clit. For roughly a month and a half, not a day goes by where I don't get to taste her sweet pussy. But, it never gets old as I learn more ways to push her excitement level and extract more pleasure from her body.

Shoving two fingers inside her juicy pussy, curling them, and rubbing her g-spot, her thighs squeeze tightly around my head as she begins to buck up and down. My motivation increased, the intensity of her crotch smacking against my face spurred my need for her delicious essence.

I kept pace with her movements, riding her pussy with my face, my left arm wrapped around her leg, holding on to her like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. Monica's breathing is deep and heavy, incoherent blabbering escapes her mouth sporadically, until it finally hits her.

"OOOOOHHHHH, OOOHHHHHHH, OOOHHHHHH, UUUUUUHHHHH, MY FUCKING GOD! UHHHHHHH, YES, YES, OH, FUCK YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" she cries out as her pussy squirts out copious amounts of juice all over my face, drenching me.

Seizing the moment, I work my other hand to her clit and frantically rub it over and over, eliciting more spurts of pussy juice. Then, a "UUUUUHHHHHHGGGGG" followed by silence. My sated lover collapses back in her sea of pillows, buzzing with the afterglow of an extremely powerful orgasm.

I look in amazement, surprising myself that I was able to elicit such a response. With Mrs. Jensen's chest heaving still, I bent back down, greedily licking her inner thighs, labia lips and slit, drinking down the excess fluids. I am careful not to touch her sensitive clit, but remain between her legs, lapping at her beautiful petals, high on the taste and smell of this beautiful woman.

I continue gently lapping at her soft folds, the juices flowing from a beautiful pussy that I have become extremely familiar with, but I am also continuing to learn more about.

"Oh, my fucking God, you are simply amazing! You are the most unselfish lover I have ever had. Steve never goes down on me, but, well, except for a two minute push inside and then a spurt, he doesn't do much with me anymore."

As her orgasmic high begins to fade, I pull Monica back into the safety of my arms, refusing her efforts to reciprocate my efforts with a blowjob. I know, even for my young age, that she needs to be desired, pampered, and loved. So, I prop up against the pillows, letting her sink back down into my chest, hiding from the reality of the world out there.

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Forty-two year old Monica Jensen had married Steven when she was just twenty-two. Steven was her college sweetheart, warm and witty, charming, industrious, and quite intelligent. He built his management consulting firm from the ground up and now it was a multimillion dollar operation that demanded a great deal of his time and effort. They lived in a large home in rural Northwestern NJ, complete with a pool, mancave, six bedrooms, five bathrooms, and twenty-five acres of grounds, with additional wooded acreage. Everything was idyllic, and Monica and he were in love, or so she thought.

Her reality was about to change one faithful day in Baltimore. Steve was "on business" and she wanted to surprise him for the weekend. But, when she approached the hotel she spotted him walking out with his PA. Monica hesitated for a moment, to observe him. She admired his quiet confidence, how he commanded a room, and the superior presence he carried as he walked. But her admiration quickly dissolved when she saw him grasp his PA by the arm, pull her to him and kiss her deeply in an all too familiar and practiced embrace, indicating that this was not an uncommon occurrence. The 25 year old large breasted blond was a vast departure from Monica. Overwhelmed and blindsided, she demurely turned away immediately and drove home in a fog of devastation. Arriving home at midnight after the 5 hour drive, she flopped on her bed, softly sobbing herself to sleep.

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Monica roused herself, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the ensuite. The master bath was enormous, with three shower heads in the enclosed shower, with an additional whirlpool tub that could fit four, the his and hers sinks, the commode with a door to it, all the bells and whistles.

As all three showerheads streamed with water, a still frisky Monica began kissing and massaging my body. I took the initiative, grabbing the loofa and soap, I spun the obsessed deviant away from me and began soaping her shoulders and back, slowly working massaging strokes down to her beautiful ass.

As I have stated before, her ass is magnificent, so from my knees, I instinctively moved forward and placed a multitude of sucking kisses on her backside. But, before becoming too carried away, I applied the soap and loofa to her ass cheeks and continued working down her legs.

Once I spun her around, she threw her arms around me, pulling me in for a deep kiss.

"Mark, thank you," is all she said, but her gleaming eyes spoke to the appreciation she felt with having me as her lover.

I just smiled, as I was living every eighteen year old's dream. My "girlfriend" was a hot, in-shape, beautiful, rich and sex crazed forty-two year old brunette who not only paid me to work for her, but was also educating me in the many ways to please a woman. Plus, her husband was on the west coast, "building the business," of course, with his PA by his side.

"I just want to make you happy, Monica," I said as I began soaping her shoulders, only to be greeted by two firm breasts with rock hard nipples. After soaping and rinsing, I took some time to kiss, suck, and nibble on each one, working my lovely adulteress into a heightened state again.

I quickly moved across her stomach, soaped her crotch area, and then her legs, not lingering, but ensuring that I was thoroughly cleaning her.

After she cleaned me and a slight argument over her wanting to "have me cum in her mouth," we headed to the kitchen for a late breakfast.

Monica flitted around the kitten in a loose fitting sundress that still managed to highlight her chiseled body. Although I know she was disappointed about not being able to become pregnant, the consolation was that the woman's body was still smoking hot. There was not a blemish on her skin, no wrinkles, no artificial enhancements of any kind, just pure, sexy woman.

After preparing bacon, eggs, and toast, we both greedily shoved the food into our faces, enjoying the recharge and quiet time together. I had a bit of a tingle in my stomach as I imagined this time with her, enjoying the unabashed sex, no real limits, kinkier ideas than my peers, and even more so the depth of the person I was with. She truly took my breath away and there were so many reasons I was happy to be there at that moment.

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When I pulled up in my beat up Chevy pick up and saw Monica's car, I knew something was wrong. Why was she back? What happened? Did she even make it to Baltimore? Is Steve with her? Little did I know, she was mourning the loss of her marriage as she knew it.

I avoided the house until lunch time, but then hunger got the better of me. The first time I hugged Mrs. Jensen sparked a connection packed with electricity far beyond anything I had ever experienced. As she sobbed into my arms, our pseudo mother-son relationship evaporated. In some way, I served more as her protector. She melted into my arms, sobbing, crumbling, and clutching me as if I were her lifeline in a sea that sought to swallow her up in an all too frequent story of betrayal, deceit, and adultery.

We did not sleep together that day; no, far from it. Essentially, I just served as her support system, an ear to listen to her without judgement or ridicule, and a person of comfort to make her feel human again.

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After we rinsed the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, Monica threw her arms around my neck, looking up at me with those pools of brown, smiling broadly. I loved her touch, the gentle fingers clasping my neck firmly, her soft skin brushing upon mine, and her delicate mouth as it opened to brush my lips with its sweetness.

As we kissed deeply, she gently guided me back to my seat, forcing me to sit.

"Mon, Mon, Monica, I, I have to go soon."

Ignoring me completely, my cargo shorts and boxers were already being pulled down my legs. The look of absolute lust in her eyes willed me to remove my fending hands from her shoulders. I had been here before and she was relentless. She was going to take what she wanted.

"MMMMMM, I just love this cock!" she stated matter of factly as she grabbed it with both hands, slipping her mouth over the head and taking the pre cum with the tip of her tongue. Then, she began my favorite part of her blowjobs. Monica Jensen would begin her descent down to my crotch.

As she licked, sucked, and teased, she would remove one hand so that now her threshold had increased. She would take all of my ungripped cock into her delicate mouth, stretching her lips over my thick shaft. It had taken some time for her to get to this point and I still remember the proud look on her face when she finally lodged my entire cock inside her throat for the first time. She was like a little kid, so proud of herself, caught up in the sense of accomplishment and happy in pleasing me.

"OOOOOHHHHHH, YESSS!!!" is all I could muster as half my cock was enveloped by her mouth, already stretching the sides, pushing against the back of her throat. I sat there, helpless, waiting in anticipation for her next move.

She quickly pulled off of me, possessively gripping my cock. "HMMMMMM, does my man want me to take all of his thick cock down my throat? Would that please my lover?"

All I could do was bob my head up and down in the affirmative as she smiled broadly, knowing that she was in full control. Once she placed her mouth over my cock head again, it started a slow slide of her face toward my crotch. Stopping momentarily from time to time on the way, steadying herself, composing herself, and then a few moments later her nose was nestled in my pubic hair.

No girl my age had even attempted to take more than half of my cock into her mouth, but here was Monica, kneeling on the kitchen floor of her multi-million dollar home, worshipping my cock with her throat.

Then, with tears forming in her eyes, she began to fuck her own throat with my cock.

"GLURK! GLURK! GLURK! GLURK!" relentlessly forcing her throat around my cock, gripping it as she pumped her face on my cock. She would come back up, breathe, and then repeat. It was heavenly and I marveled every time this petite and demure woman accomplished this feat. I gently cupped the sides of her head, cradling her as opposed to directing her, caressing her cheeks in an attempt to convey my wonder with her.

Finally, I could take no more and when she came up for air, I started to guide her to stand. It was not smooth, as she fought to stay down on her knees to fulfill her need for my cum. So, I firmly fisted her hair on either side of her head, not pulling, but steering her up and away from my swollen cock.

Spit was running down her chin, tears on her cheeks, and the wanton lust that consumed her was intoxicating. A mix of disappointment and anticipation was painted across her face. Pulling her toward me, I sat her on my thighs, rubbing the wet and matted hair from her face. I kissed her deeply as I pulled at the sides of her dress, interrupting our kiss only to run it up and over her head.

My lover, the wife of my father's boss, wrapped her arms around my neck to rise and hover her pussy over my cock. Grasping her hips, I held her there, her dripping pussy looming over my thick cock, as we kissed deeply, sharing the moment, not rushed, but certainly full of anticipation.

A quiet, "UHHHHHHH" escaped her lips as my head began to stretch her opening. It always amazed me that this magnificent woman would be reduced to virginal status every time I entered her, stretching her pussy walls as my cock crept into her velvet lips, expanding her walls as it was working its way deeper and deeper.

"This cock is all yours, my love, yours to have and use how you desire," I said softly as she continued to impale herself.

"MMMMMMM, yes, that's it my love, fill yourself with my cock. Own it, use it and cum like I know you can, cum on my thick cock. You love my cock, don't you?"

A groan and "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" were the only sounds Monica made, her muscles rippling as she hung on my neck, easing down on my cock, gripping it with her walls while her abs tightened. She was a majestic site, my lover taking my full eight inches, possessing it, making it hers once again.

With one final mini thrust down, she had me fully inside of her, touching parts of her that Steve's five inch penis could only dream of. Breathing rapidly, my brunette goddess rested on my hips, adjusting to my girth.

Sensing that she had adjusted, my hands held her hips down as I began to rotate my cock deep inside of her, continuously stimulating her g spot. Monica had never cum from vaginal penetration before we met. Now, it was of paramount importance that she enjoy an orgasm of that type with great regularity. After only a few moments of gyrating, her arms again clasped around my neck, as she ground her face into my collarbone, kissing, sucking and eventually screaming through a deep orgasm.

Her reaction from her tight pussy riding my thick cock only bolstered my resolve. Over the past couple months, I had lived most young men's fantasies, but I was not going to rush one moment of this encounter. As my beautiful lover continued to grind her hips on my cock, straining to move up and down as I held her hips firmly in place, the look on her face enthralled me. She was so needy, wanting to move her tight pussy up and down my cock, seeking more pleasure for both of us.

With a mix of satisfaction, desire, and lust, her soft and supple body strained to ride my cock. The glaze of desire filled her eyes, greedy for more orgasms. She looked at me pleading, "Please, uhhhhh, please Mark, let me ride your cock. I need to ride it. STOP TEASING ME! And let me ride it."

With a broad smile, knowing that this incredible woman, desired by any man she encountered was my lover, forced me to relent. I released her hips, allowing her to begin riding up and down on my cock. Since she was sitting on my lap but her feet were not touching the ground, she could only slide on roughly a third of its length. Regardless, her pussy was already beginning to leak a lot. My rock hard cock was throbbing inside of her. My lust was growing as I clamped down on her right nipple, sucking on the hard nub, vacuuming in her breast, maintaining a sucking pressure as my tongue swirled around the hardened tip.

"UUUUUUUHHHHHHH, YES, YES MARK! MMMMMMMM, I, I, UHH, UHH, UHH, I LOOOVVEEEE. YOOUURRRR. MOUTH."

Inspired by her reaction I continued to alternate sucking on her nipples as she rode my cock. With my hands back on her hips, I helped my beautiful 42 year old lover to glide over more of my thick cock, pushing her further and further.

'UUUUHHHHH, UUUUHHHHH, UUUUUHHHH, UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH, FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!! YES, FUCK, YES, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, OH MY FUCKING GOD, YESSSSSSS!!!!!!," my impaled lover came hard, biting hard into my flesh, clasping down, imbedding her dental pattern into my shoulder, marking me as hers, leaving evidence of the ecstasy she was experiencing with me.

Monica collapsed her head on my chest, body going limp as her hardened nipples pressed against my me. I braced her against me, my hands on the small of her back, pulling her tight to me. The feelings racing through me were much greater than I felt for any other lover. This mature goddess was so very vulnerable, raw, sexy, in sync with me, enjoying my cock as much as I enjoyed her sweet pussy. Feeling her melt into me, finding comfort, solace, and safety was empowering, especially since she was still sunk down completely on my rock hard cock. The natural frequency of our lovemaking was in direct contrast to the first three years of my employment for the Jensens.

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From the first day I began working for the Jensens, Monica was always kind and supportive. Although an employee, I was more like an adopted son, provided with daily lunches, invitations to use the pool, hot tub, and sauna, and a credit card at my disposal for supplies needed. But, the greatest perk of the job was getting to see Steve's beautiful wife and her friends around the pool area in bikinis or less. Many of the women asked me to do menial tasks, then flirt, getting me hard, knowing full well of their impact on me, but pretending not to notice.

Then Monica found out that Steve was cheating. To my knowledge, she only told me about his infidelity, venting her frustrations a myriad of times with a glass of wine in hand and a heavy heart.

I became comfortable listening to Monica's concerns and was quite happy to just be there for her. That all changed one evening, an evening that obviously changed the course of our relationship and my working conditions.

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After her breath normalized, I stood. Monica wrapped her legs around my waist, as I carried her to the sectional, and gently placed her down on the chaisse lounge. Pulling out a bit, naturally, Monica's toned legs slipped to my sides. Placing my biceps against her hamstrings, I moved her legs together and up so that her ankles were on my shoulders, never pulling my cock fully out even though now it was being squeezed tighter by her glorious pussy.

My beautiful brunette lover laid back in awe as I slowly pushed fully into her, guiding her legs back as I did, until she was folded back with my shoulders and her ankles near her ears. Girls my own age were not as flexible as this older goddess, and the only protest from her was a minor grunt once I bottomed out in her.

She quickly followed that with a smile of encouragement, telling me with her eyes to continue to own her pussy with my cock. Her pussy accepted my deep strokes, leaking copious amounts of juices from the new angle, rubbing her g-spot with each plunge, deep inside of her, the deepest today. Sensing Monica was quickly working toward another orgasm, I increased my tempo, looking down at my impassioned lover, eyes closed, head flopping from side to side as I drove deep down into her pussy, holding her legs tightly, just pistoning her love canal.

After a few moments of steady and firm pounding, her legs began trembling on my shoulders, her eyes popped open, with that O forming on her mouth, breath ragged, laboring, she screamed out, cumming hard again.

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK! MEEEEEEEEE! YES! YES! YESSSSS!!

FUCK YES, OWN THIS MARRIED PUSSY, FUCK YES, FUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!"

Monica's pussy erupted, squirting for the second time, drenching my cock in her juices, creating a swamp of her pussy. Her scent splayed all over me and the sectional, permeating the air. Again, she went limp, spent and satisfied. Looking at the clock, I knew that our time was limited. I had told my mother that I was partying with friends and staying at Dave's house, but I still had to be home for Sunday dinner. Sunday dinner was at 2 p. m. with no exceptions of anyone being late or absent. It was a big deal and the entire family came, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, whoever was within an hour or so. It was a big deal.

"MMMMM, that's my good girl. I love when you cum for me. It is so exciting to see you cum so hard for me," I stated proudly, looking down at my spent lover, finally releasing her legs and letting them fall to my sides.

After a few moments, Monica spoke. "Are you trying to fucking kill me? Like, I have never, I mean never cum so hard or so much as I have this morning. Are you sure you are 18?"

Moving my mouth to hers, I kissed her deeply, lingering in her mouth for a few minutes, enjoying her tongue, the feeling of her moist flesh pressed to mine, and the smell of her sex throughout.

"I told you I had to go. Regretfully, that is the case, but not before I fill you up one more time."

"I, I, uhhh, I am not sure how much more I can take," she said with genuine reluctance, but still a glimmer of lust in her eyes.

"Trust me, this will be different and feel very, very good."

I pulled about half of my embedded cock out and worked back slowly into her. Still drained, Monica just lay there splayed out open to my invading cock. Undaunted, I worked about half of my cock in and out of her, glazed look on her face, exhausted, but faintly responding again.

Ever so slightly, her hips began to meet my measured thrusts. Wrapping her legs around my waist, her eyes refocused and then closed again.

"Open your eyes."

She did so immediately, with a bit of an alarmed and questioning look.

"Look at me as I make love to you. You are a magnificent lover, but more so, you are one of the sexiest women I have ever met. I have desired you for so long and now I have you. So, look at me and know how much I desire you. I want you to see me cum deeply inside you as you cum on my cock. I want you to see how important you are and how you impact me."

A tear trickled down her right cheek, but I kissed it away as I increased my pace, locking eyes with Monica as our rhythm synchronized seamlessly. Touching each other deeply, silently professing a love for each other as we enjoyed a deep, soulful mating, we shared our passion.

With both of us quickly approaching release, I whispered into her ear, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever encountered. I hope you realize how much I desire you, cherish you and appreciate you."

A small whimper escaped her as she smiled, her eyes beaming. I leaned down, kissing her deeply as our eyes remained open, still staring at each other, we came together.

Pulling away from her mouth, my gaze unrelenting, my grunt was followed by six full jets of cum spilling deep inside her clutching pussy. Monica was moaning deeply while a continuous orgasm ran through the depths of her for a good minute. Although it was not the most powerful orgasm we had ever shared, it was the most intense. The unspoken love and trust was ringing loudly as I collapsed on my older lover, feeling content and safe.

We lingered in each other's arms for a few more minutes, but it was already nearing noon. I jumped up, fighting not only my lover, but my own selfish need for more of her and ran to the shower. After a quick wash, I went back to the family room to find Monica curled up in a fetal position, fast asleep on the couch. I kissed her cheek, and exited out the kitchen door, looking forward to work at 7 a. m. tomorrow.