The Older Woman Part 3: The Four Day Weekend

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Many years would go by before I could look objectively at the events surrounding my relationship with Kayla. Even to this day, there are things that I haven’t been able to reconcile. While it seemed as though I was living out every young man’s sexual fantasy, both Kayla and I were severely damaged human beings. Some of our experiences were unforgettably erotic while others were uncomfortably traumatic.Meanwhile, my marriage and home life seemed almost unreal, like some kind of waking dream. Living a lie wasn’t necessarily difficult. After all, I lost my faith in God well before the affair started. However, my uncontrollable lust for Kayla was changing me in ways I couldn’t comprehend or understand. Even my wife began to notice something was amiss when I stopped going to church.For the first few months, my service call route was my connection to Kayla. I was using a company van, so it didn’t cost me anything to make a detour a couple of times a week. Then I started canceling calls or making believe I couldn’t find the customer’s home address (this was well before GPS and cell phones) so I had time to visit Kayla.Neither my wife nor my boss knew that I was stopping at Kayla’s house two or three times a week, usually in the afternoon when my other calls were finished. Even though we spent most of our time in her bed, Kayla and I did have the opportunity to get to know each other a little better during this time.Kayla was no longer a doctor’s receptionist. She told me that she won a lawsuit against the doctor for sexual harassment and didn’t need to work. She also explained that had been divorced from her abusive husband for more than ten years.It sounds hard to believe but we didn’t go out in public together until my wife and I separated about six months after my infamous first service call. During that time, I only saw Kayla occasionally interact with one other person – her daughter Naomi.Naomi was just days away from seventeen when we first met, which made me five years older than her but nineteen years younger than her mother. During a sex break, I walked out to the kitchen to get some water. Naomi was just getting home from school and hadn’t even removed her backpack. I was wearing a robe and introduced myself. Naomi just glared at me and went straight to her room without saying a word. It ended up being one of our most pleasant ısparta escort interactions.All of these lives were spiraling into chaos, especially mine. Meanwhile, I was savoring every moment. Not just the incredible life-changing sex but also the unbridled exhilaration of committing so many sins simultaneously. There was something intoxicating about fucking Kayla while imagining my life partner going about her daily life entirely unaware. In a way, it felt like revenge for wrongs she wasn’t even responsible for.Sometimes during sex with Kayla, my mind would wander. I would suddenly see Naomi in her room, hearing her mother orgasming, and it would turn me on even more. Occasionally, I fantasied about other women I knew – women from church and other housewives from other service calls. Part of me wanted to try my newly developed bedroom skills on another woman. In other words, I was consumed with lust.And so, I’m sure it’s obvious to anyone reading this, that eventually, my downward spiral would lead to a fiery crash. The real beginning of the end began on one particular four-day weekend.Four months into our affair, Kayla and I hatched a plan. We were laying in bed lamenting the fact that we had never spent a night together. We only ever had two to four hours to play and Kayla mentioned that she wanted to teach me some new things. I suddenly had an idea. After talking through some details with Kayla, I put the plan into motion.That night, I told my wife that work was requiring me to go to a training seminar over a long weekend. I explained that I would have to travel upstate, leaving on Friday morning and coming home late Monday. My wife accepted this story without batting an eye, most likely because she hated having me around. There is little doubt that my affair further eroded our marriage but it was a train wreck well before.My wife wasn’t a bad person, even though I resented her back in those days. She was dealing with childhood trauma of her own due to being sexually abused by a family member who was also a prominent church elder. The church elders told her that psychiatrists were working for Satan, so she never got any professional help. Even worse, every time she went to church, she had to be cordial to her abuser.The following Friday morning, I drove to Kayla’s house and hakkari escort was walking in the door just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. When I entered her bedroom, Kayla was waiting for me, decked out in lingerie that made her look like a model. Lace bra, black stockings with a garter, her favorite pair of black high heels, and no panties.Kayla sat up to meet me as I approached the bed. After removing my clothes, she pulled a scarf out from under the pillow and used it to blindfold me. Kayla guided my body onto the bed so that I was laying on my back.I felt Kayla’s breath against my neck. She whispered in my ear, “You’re mine for the next four days.”My cock was immediately hard. I felt Kayla’s fingertip barely stroking the sensitive nerve under the head. She continued, “This cock belongs to me, not to your fucking wife. She never wanted this cock, so it belongs to me and I am going to do whatever I want with it.”While Kayla mercilessly teased my cock with one fingertip, her dirty talk continued, “I love it when this beautiful cock is so far inside of me that it’s pounding against my cervix but first I’m going to tease you until you want to cum so bad that you’re going to beg for it. Then I’m going to let you fuck me however you want. You can fuck my pussy, my tits, my mouth, or my asshole, but not until I say it’s okay.”This went on for some time, I was so hot I started to worry that I might spontaneously combust. I felt pre-cum oozing out of my cock. Kayla purred, “That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” and used the same fingertip to slowly smear it all over the head of my cock and underneath the sensitive ridge around the head.Then I heard Layla’s lips sucking my precum off of her finger before saying, “Your cum is so fucking delicious, Nick, but right now I want your tongue.”Before I could process the words, I could feel Kayla’s stockings and thighs against my cheeks. Her clean scent was unmistakable. I stuck out my tongue in anticipation and was rewarded with Kayla’s wet pussy enveloping my entire mouth. My tongue slipped inside of her. Kayla began forcibly grinding her pussy into my open mouth. My face was immediately soaked.Then Kayla’s tongue was licking the head of my cock, wrapping her lips around the head, moaning louder with each passing moment. My cock twitched bingöl escort and Kayla must have thought I was about to cum. She stopped moving and said, almost angrily, “God-fucking-damnit, Nick, I said you are not allowed to cum until I say you can cum! Do you fucking understand me?”As she said the words, she pressed her pussy down hard over my mouth, holding it there so I couldn’t audibly answer. I tried to nod.“Fucking answer me, Nick! Do you understand? If you won’t answer, then I’m going to punish you!”Kayla sat up, putting more of her weight on my face, and started to furiously grind her hips back and forth. I could barely breathe but for some reason, I enjoyed every second of it.Kayla started to breathe heavily and groaned, “Stick your fucking tongue in me!” and I did as commanded. Her nylons against my face were starting to feel rough. I brought my hands up above my head and found Kayla’s heels, grabbing hold of them for support.Kayla mercilessly fucked my face for at least another three or four minutes before letting out a primal scream and audibly squirting around my mouth. I could feel her cum running down my chin, neck, and chest.After dismounting from my face, she laid back down next to me and started once again teasing my cock with her fingertip. Kayla whispered, “Good boy. Now ask me if you can cum.”“Is it okay if I cum?” I asked.“No! It’s my cock and I will tell you when you can cum. Maybe if you say ‘please” I will let you cum.”I said, “Please, may I cum?” her finger still unrelentingly teasing.“Don’t you dare, Nick. Don’t you dare cum. I am not done with your cock yet.”Kayla made me sit up and told me to take off her clothes. She forced me to undress her with the blindfold on. When I unclasped her bra, she stuck a nipple in my mouth and commanded me to suck it. When I removed her heels and stockings, she forced me to suck her toes.Then she removed the blindfold, pushed me back down on the bed, and said, “Watch me while I play with my cock.”With one hand firmly around the base, Kayla went to work on my cock, using her mouth in ways I’d never even imagined, never once breaking eye contact. Whenever she sensed I was getting close to orgasm, she would stop licking or sucking and just watch my cock involuntarily twitch with a Devilish grin on her face.Because I’m a quick learner, I knew exactly what Kayla wanted to hear, so I begged, “Will you please let me cum?”“No. I’m not fucking done and this cock belongs to me!”“Please, Kayla…” I responded, my eyes expressing the pain she was causing me. “I mean, what if I can’t control myself and I cum before you say it’s okay?”“You better not or you are going to be in a lot of fucking trouble!”

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