Merry Weekday Widows - J J Lacey (most inspirational books TXT) 📗

Prompt as ever, Roberto smiled at her as he opened the car door for her to enter. “Good morning lovely lady,” he said as she smiled at him, he watched her sit, and then slid into the centre seat next to Sandra. He waited until she had adjusted her short dress, and then buckled her seatbelt, before pulling away. He made three more stops on the estate, with the same courteous greetings, and then they were off to the city for their shopping spree.

At one thirty, with just Janet and Sandra in the car, Roberto rounded the corner leading to Janet’s house and said when he saw a white land cruiser. “I saw that vehicle leaving that parking spot yesterday morning at four am, haven’t seen it parked there before!” They looked at it as Roberto drove past it, and then slowed to stop outside of Janet’s driveway; there was no one visible inside the vehicle, so there was no more interest in it.

Roberto was out, as usual, to open the door for Janet, and smiling offered a helping hand to assist her to exit the car as ladylike as she could. She turned smiling to wave and giggle at Sandra, who had also drunk too much wine at lunch. Then thanking Roberto for his kindness, Janet headed for her fount door, as Roberto drove Sandra to her home.

Smiling happily, Janet inserted her key and unlocked the door, and heard a car door close, and then as she opened the door she heard footsteps behind her. Turning she gasped as Alex lifted her off her feet and kissing her carried her through the door, to close it behind them with his foot. The suddenness of his auctions and his kiss took her breath away, and she swooned in his arms, as his kiss melted her and lit a passionate fire within her.

Clinging to him with her arms around his neck, they crushed their lips together in a long passionate kiss, as his left arm held her tight to him, and his right hand supported her under her left buttock. As her arms had gone up to embrace him, her short dress had ridden up, and his hand now held a scantily clad buttock, partially covered with her tiny lace panties. With her now holding him tightly, he moved his left hand down to hold her right buttock.

Holding her this way he pressed her crouch onto him and her shoes fell off as she wound her legs around him. Now she could feel the hardness of his penis, as he pressed it onto her vagina, and her passionate kisses became more urgent as he carried her into the living room. There she felt him lift her onto the back of the settee, where he swiftly removed her panties; as she passionately sucked on his tongue, and then gasped in response when he forcefully entered her.

For long gasping minutes, she moaned and whimpered as he drove his penis deep inside her with long hard thrusts. She quivered and jerked twice to orgasms, and still for what seemed an age he thrust himself into her. Then he quickened his pace for a short time, and she climaxed again when she felt his penis jerk and throb inside her. With her panting face now on his shoulder, he lifted and without removing his penis, he carried her to the bedroom.

With her lips firmly clamped on his, she wallowed in a state of sexual bliss, as with every step up the stairs gave her a sexual thrill, as his penis slightly moved inside her. In the bedroom, he stopped by the bed, to unzip her dress and remove it, then her brassiere fell to the floor leaving her panting and naked. Slowly he lowered her to the bed, French kissing her with passion, before lowering his lips to her breasts, to kiss and suckle her nipples.

All the while grinding his pelvis onto her crouch and moving his soft penis inside her inflamed vagina. Janet was in sexual heaven, she had never experienced sex like this before. When John finished they would just cuddle and kiss, she had never had a penis in her for this long before, and feeling it in her was feeling her with sexual desire. With her legs wrapped around his, she was pressing her crouch to him as he moved his penis in her.

Her nipples were hard as he sucked one, and painfully pinched and pulled the other, before changing every few minutes to torment the other. She had lane moaning and whimpering softly under him for what seemed an age when she gasped loudly as she felt his penis hardening inside her. Then her gasps turned to loud rhythmic moans, as he drove his now hard length of hardened flesh into her with long forceful thrusts.

Janet was on such a sexual high she was having an avalanche of orgasms, one followed another within moments, draining her of her strength and almost passing out with the sheer pleaser, he was giving her. She no longer had the strength to hold him, and her arms and legs fell away, as her body jerked to his penis pounding into her and the continual orgasms. She could only lay under him, gasping at the power of his lovemaking.

When he finally ejaculated and withdrew from her, she was still unable to move and lay gasping her legs spread widely, her soaking wet vagina bright pink and her vaginal passage entrance open. She shuddered and moaned as he put two fingers into her, and then she whimpered as he moved them in her. Her eyes looked at his shrinking penis, as she watched him remove the condom, and then gasped again when he bent to kiss her clitoris.

He had her writhing in sexual torment, as he held her vagina open with his fingers while his tongue burrowed deep into her vaginal passage, giving her another climax that had him lapping from her vagina. She was venting never before had she felt anything like this, she had waves of emotion flowing through her body, as Alex almost drove her crazy with his tongue tormenting the tender sensitive skin of her vagina.

John had never done this to her, he had played and fingered her in preparation to have sex, but he had never kissed or licked her vagina. In fact, they had never spent this much time in sexual foreplay at any one time; Alex had not left her body alone since he entered the house. He had made love to her twice, and he still hadn’t finished tormenting her sexually, would he make love to her again, and the thought made her tremble with delight.

His lips left her vagina and kissed their way to her navel, then on up to her breasts to suckle her nipples before locking onto her lips, and Janet responded to his kiss passionately. His French kisses drove her to higher arousal, as she moved her body under him, and she eagerly fondled his penis when he put her hand onto it. They lay moaning and rubbing their bodies together until Janet’s passion soared, as she felt his penis thickening in her hand.

Her kisses became more passionate, and her moans more wonton as her hand moved more strongly on the full length of his penis, and then was reluctant to let go when he went to put a condom on. Her body shuddered and her legs wrapped around him, as he speared his hardened flesh into her, then her body arched and she moaned aloud as she thrust her hip up to meet his forceful downwards strokes that drove his penis deep inside her.

He was again giving her mutable orgasms, as his plunging penis gave her immense sexual pleaser, and she seemed again to be on the edge of passing out, with the sheer ecstasy of what he was doing to her. Again, she lay prone too weak to move as he uncoupled from her, and stood to look at her from the end of the bed.

She had watched him slowly getting off her, as she lay motionless with her arms and legs outstretched on the bed, her eyes looking at him, as he pealed the used condom from his spent softening penis. This was the second time she had seen it, and both times after, they had had sex, it looked bigger than John’s penis was, and it had felt fatter and longer when she had rubbed her hand along it, as it had hardened in her hand.

He was smiling down at her as he wiped his penis clean and then bent to kiss her vagina before looking into her eyes and saying. “That was wonderful my sex goddess, I would stay for more but I have to go but stay as you are, I want to remember you as you look now, and I will look forward to our next meeting.”  He bent again to kiss her clitoris, and then gave her mouth a long French kiss, before picking up his clothing and left her laying there.

She heard the front door close, then an engine start then a vehicle drive away, and her bedside clock said four forty-five. Alex had been with her for three hours and had given her many wonderful orgasms while keeping her in a state of sexual arousal for the whole time. As she lay there now remembering, his touching her genitals with his lips and tongue, and the forceful way he had made love, her hand wandered between her legs for she still tingled there.

It was almost six before she finally rose from her bed; the sun had gone below the horizon, leaving a faint glow in the sky, in the dwindling light Janet headed for a shower. Walking into her walk-in wardrobe, she was confronted with a dim image of her reflection in her dressing mirror. Activating the light switch turned on the ceiling light of the small room, and the tiny spotlights around the mirror, the floodlights illuminated Janet's body, and Janet studded herself in the mirror.

Opening her legs she thought, ‘Alex would have seen me like this before he left,’ she was looking at her clean shaven vagina, it was puffy and swollen, the outer lips bright pink. She remembered seeing Sandra’s vagina after Roberto had spent two and a half hours with Sandra in Janet’s spear bedroom. He to must have continuously tormented Sandra’s vagina, as Alex had sexually tortured Janet’s.

Janet suddenly thought I'll have to wait for a whole mouth before Alex torments me like that again. Then Janet felt a pang of guilt, as her fingers felt her still sensitive vagina, here she was fantasising over having sex with her lover, and John was coming home tomorrow, would his lovemaking excite her as Alex's had.