For two weeks we didn’t do anything, or even talk about it much.
We had a meeting set up with her 8th guy, Menard, for a repeat, but she had
traveled the night before the planned meeting and came home dog tired and we canceled.
So we emailed Darnell, and she was really looking forward to fucking him, and after a few weeks advance notice on the day before I emailed to confirm a time, and he emailed back that he had to see his accountant, with his travel schedule this was not the time, and perhaps we should reschedule. We checked with the hotel and it was a non-cancelable reservation. (But they did). In the meantime I emailed him and said to not bother, that we were not going to stay in town.
In a later email I suggested that we try to get together in a small town with a
new hotel about an hour’s drive for each of us...and he has not even responded. Anna was afraid I had pissed him off (she loves the way he fucks and that he is uncircumcised) and so she wrote contacted him directly, basically saying she didn’t want to offend him and certainly wanted to get together with him again. He wrote back saying he agreed that the fucking was to good to drop, so another get-together is planned in the future at some undetermined date. The significant thing is that she didn’t want to give him up.
She got down, considers every postponement a roller coaster emotional ride, and she said, “If one other person turns me down I’m quitting this.” I tried to soothe her but nothing worked. I confirmed with our guy at the beach, Devin, and told him that if he got tested she would too and there would be no need for condoms. She had told me in the middle of sex, “That way if I want to go to him in the middle of the night I won’t have to fumble with condoms.” He was going to spend the night in the extra bedroom of the condo.
He was all for that. I emailed him a few days later that she had gone for her
test, and he emailed back, “kool”.
So that was the next Thursday. And a few nights before she came into the room
and told me, Why don’t you email Menard and see if he wants to meet us on Sunday.” I did. And when I told her she just got this far away look in her eye and
said, “It’s been so long.”
I noted the difference this time because she knew we had something set up four
days later. So she was going to get fucked by two different lovers within a five day period. This is uncommon for her.
So we met Menard on Sunday, and he came straight to our hotel room, we talked briefly with him sitting beside her on the sofa, I went to the restroom, came out and they were making out, and broke when i came back. After a while I repeated, and this time they stripped down, and he sucked her nipples, kissed her neck, and she was grunting and moaning in obvious passion and pleasure—stimulated by her time since it had happened. They moved to the bed, he ate her pussy until she orgasmed, and as they shifted she looked over at me—obviously wanting me to hand her a condom, which I did.
He stood up, she got on her knees in front of him and put the condom on him and then sucked him with the condom on before she leaned back on the bed with her legs spread, parting the lips of her pussy with one hand while he crawled on the bed, licking her soaked and glistening pussy before moving between her legs and sliding his cock into her in one thrust. It was nothing exotic, just straight hard pounding fucking, and considering the time since she had done it it was what she wanted and it showed in her moans and her arching her pelvis against him and grinding herself against his cock. With that intensity it couldn’t last long and it didn’t.
After she came again he rolled off her and she moved on top of him, spending a
lot of time with his cock grasped in her hand and rubbing it in and out of her pussy, over her clit, before finally lowering her body onto him and rocking back and forth. This time when she moved off him there was no rubber on his cock. she was starting to put him back inside her and I pointed out the condom was lost—so she stopped, I handed her another rubber, and they finished fucking, cludding for a while before someone mentioned dinner.
We went to dinner at the restaurant beside the hotel, and he sat opposite me in
the booth beside her, and as I watched he held her hand and rubbed the inside of her thigh as we ate, (she was wearing jeans so this wasn’t like an erotic story you’d
read online), but just the same it was obvious to anyone there who she was with.
We went back to the room and it was almost a carbon copy of the earlier fuck,
making out on the couch first, stripping each other, him sucking on her breasts and playing with them a long time (he obviously likes them as much as I do!) And then when he fucked her for a while he pulled out and began hitting her clit with his cock, and she went wild, she loves that, and she got loud and eager then, bucking and writhing beneath him until she stood it as long as she could and reached down and guided him inside her.
With that kind of forward move Menard started pounding her hard again, she was almost ready to come when he was dick-slapping her clit, and she came, but he didn’t slow down, just kept fucking her until she came again, and then he reached his climax.
They lay there and she moved into a 69, and sucked him and he began moaning this time, sucking his cock until he came in her mouth and holding her mouth on his cock until she had swallowed every bit of his come.
Cuddling followed, and she stroked him hard again and he fucked her a third final time in missionary position.
The beach and her next lover were only 4 days away.