Story 16: A Date Night for Fantasy - Part 2 (Written)
Synopsis: Evette and William Chang are a couple on their weekly date night. Evette, a woman of voracious sexual appetite, uses every part of the outing as delicious foreplay - dinner, a car ride through the hills and an eventual, mysterious stop at a home she knows is not hers.
This is Part 2 of a two-part story.
Primary Characters: 1 male identified, 1 female identified
Spice Level: 3
Written by: Danni
William Chang recently acquired the 3,200 square foot penthouse. It was fully furnished. He wanted to spend his first night there having loud, sloppy sex with Evette in a mirror-filled bedroom. His fantasy played in his mind’s eye all through dinner.
He felt like a horny college kid, but he didn’t care and handed himself over to the present. His wife’s hand strolled over the bulge in his pants. His resolve was being severely tested tonight. It took every last brain cell for him not to jerk himself while she had played with herself in the car. He wanted - no needed - to respect her fantasy.
William kicked open the door to the bedroom. Every wall except the one with floor-to-ceiling windows was a mirror. The cityscape lay on the other side of their sensual world. Evette’s lustful stare added to his eagerness. Both of them undressed with haste, being at once a spectator and a participant in a private striptease.
Without needing to be told, she crawled onto the king-size bed. He followed behind her.
“On your elbows and knees,” he rasped.
He teased her with the tip of his dick. He smeared the leaking precum between the folds of her lips and took a second to commit the view to memory: the glisten on the curly hairs, the softness of her opening, the squishy sound of their sexes meeting. He drenched his length in her juices. He moved his thickness through her parted ass cheeks but he wasn’t going to fuck her ass. That was for another night. He sought only to have her mind spinning, to torture them both. He found her eyes in the mirror while his body beaded with sweat from the friction.
“Come up on your hands.” She did just that. He looked down and saw her pussy eat up every inch of him. It was a perfect fit. The hardness wrapped in her softness was indescribable.
He looked between her expression of rapture, and his cock surging in and out. He flexed inside her core. He had a strong hold on her round hips, making sure she would take his deep strokes. She was his and there was nowhere she could go.
Seeing himself push into her from several angles elevated the moment to a new high. It was like seeing a real-time recording of yourself. There was a slight twilight to knowing how carnal you could be. She came up to her hands and deepened the arch in her back. He spanked her left ass cheek, drawing a surprised screech. She threw him a naughty smirk over her shoulder. He wanted to see her fall apart again and again. Her pleasure fed his own.
Her walls clutched at him. He reached in front of her and massaged her left breast - it was the more sensitive one. He shifted his hips, grabbing her right hip, gripping her neck with his left hand, and fucking into her at a different pitch. His body was slick and his hips charged into her as he entered and retreated mindlessly. His body worked on autopilot, moving in accordance to primal intuition.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” she shouted. She bit her lower lip and bucked her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. She gushed onto his cock. He did not relent. He fucked her to the top of another cliff just to see her fall over into an ocean of unbridled ecstasy.
His senses were all stimulated: her sticky skin in his palms, the sound of erratic shallow breaths, the scent of sweat and arousal, the sight of rapture on Evette’s face, and the taste of her in the back of his throat. His orgasm seized his muscles as his balls clenched. He pulled out quickly and released onto her ass. William groaned his satisfaction. Evette morphed into a mewling mess.
They collapsed onto the mattress and tried to still their racing hearts.