Written by Pragmatic Hedonist
29 Apr 2016
Taboo - Follow up #2
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It's been a while since the last development and to be honest, "out of sight, out of mind" was the prevailing theme. A heavy work schedule over last 2 weeks gave me a reason to become a little insular and provided some much needed perspective. Public holidays however have a knack of throwing best laid plans into turmoil.
So we find ourselves at an impromptu lunch with friends and family which again involved a little vino. Before things got too festive we decided to do the responsible thing, take the cars home and return to the restaurant via Uber. Jen and 2 of my mates left their cars at my place and we all doubled back before the vibe fizzled.
For once however there was no discomfort being around Jen as I think she was a little distracted with one of my mates. He had just returned from a South American holiday and couldn't stop going on about how he missed South African girls. Jen naturally caught the scent, cozied up to him and the 2 of them got their flirt on over a train of tequila shots. My girlfriend and I had some time and space to allow thoughts to wander to the carnal and over some strategic whatsapp chats under the table, planned to head home as soon as an opportunity presented itself to make good on the sexually charged innuendo. As mentioned earlier, days like these tend to throw best laid plans into turmoil (pun intended), and after a few more bottles and some good laughs, the focus on bailing on the party faded. The sun was going down and the afternoon's indulgence had obviously taken its toll on all the revelers. We called for an uber van and headed to my place to assess the damage and plan the trips home.
My 2 mates decided they would head out for an after party. After all the flirting with Matt, I was sure Jen wouldn't turn down an invitation to the other party but to my surprise Jen decided not to join them. As I walked the boys out, Jen and my girlfriend got comfortable on the patio and fired up the space heater. When I returned they were laughing and joking about Jen and Matt's little "dance" and the reason for her rebuke was uncovered. Jen is a flirt, no doubt, be she doesn't like it when a guy becomes too literal in his advances. Apparently Matt, at some point (emboldened by tequila I'm sure) told Jen that he got many compliments on his "bedside manner" from the South American "Matt Fan Club". Cringe-worthy is the probably the most apt description of the moment. After a cup of tea, Jen hopped up to say her goodbyes but my girlfriend insisted that she stay in the guest room and the two of them could have some girl time in the morning before heading home together. Jen ran to her car and returned with an overnight bag. I decided to retire to my man cave, fired up the TV and zoned out for what must have been an hour or so, slipping in and out of consciousness.
When I realised I was on the verge of spending the night on the couch, I headed to my bedroom where I found my girlfriend asleep, spread-eagled across the bed. With my spot clearly not available without the mission of waking her up and manipulating the lazy limbs of tipsy gf, I decided to go fix a sandwich for the munchies and tackle this problem in a few minutes. I assumed Jen was asleep as well so I headed downstairs in my briefs (the usual king-of-the-castle attire). Somewhere between balancing the crisps on my munchie-busting masterpiece I heard Jen say "if you can manage putting that together after this afternoon, I wonder what else you can do". I felt strangely vulnerable in that moment, and dressed in only briefs, pretty embarrassed as well. I stepped back from the sandwich and apologised for my attire to which Jen just smiled.
She was wearing tracksuit pants and a thin white t shirt. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra which immediately led me to believe she wasn't wearing ANY underwear. I don't know why my mind immediately honed in on that train of thought because I had been largely oblivious of her presence all day. She walked towards me, playfully pushed me back against the kitchen counter, turned around and started grinding her hips into my crotch. She slid her hands under her top, rolling her fingers over her breasts, threw her head back onto my shoulder and then guided my hands down inside her pants. As I suspected, no knickers! I paused for a second and then decided "fuck it!". I slid my fingers down over her smooth pussy, over her clit and felt how wet she was.
She turned her head slightly, kissed me and slid her tongue inside my mouth. I can't explain the exhilaration of tasting the breath of someone new. Strange as it sounds, I could taste how aroused she was. I slid one finger inside her pussy, her pelvis bucked and she bit down on my lip as she tried to right herself. She pulled my hand out of her pants, turned around, dropped to her knees and started sliding my briefs down. My cock, now totally engorged stopped her from sliding it all the way down and she had to help it out. She stopped for a second and with my view (yes we all look down in those moments) obstructed by her hair, I felt the warmth of her mouth enveloping my cock. Her technique wasn't by any means flawless, but what she lacked in skill, she made up for with enthusiasm. She took the entire length of my shaft, to the point where I wondered how she was doing it. She spent a good few minutes down there, her hands stroking my shaft and balls as her tongue explored every inch of my cock.
With one last lingering tongue stroke, she slid my cock out of her mouth, stood up, stepped out of her pants and slipped her t-shirt over her head. The moment her tanned naked body was fully exposed will stay with me forever. I've always known Jen keeps a mindful eye on her diet and training but I have never seen the full result until now. She had a flawless body. Tall, toned, almost muscular but curvy at the same time. Smoother than the kinds of fitness girls that fill up your Instagram feed but not far off. Sexy in way you fantasise about. She hopped onto the kitchen counter, spread her legs and ran her fingers down over her clit, circling it between two fingers, spreading her lips with each turn.
I didn't need any further invitation, I took my place between her legs and started sliding the head of my cock up and down along her glistening lips. She grabbed my shaft and shoved it inside. This was probably the sobering gut check moment I thought I would experience where my mind would flash to my gf and the fact that this was wrong but instead, I pushed my full weight behind that first thrust and as the base of my cock hit her pelvic bone all I could think about was her sexy jawline as she threw her head back and arced her back. Her abs tight, her nipples hard as she swallowed a deep moan. I grabbed her hips and she gripped my wrists as I slid in and out. The feeling of being all the way inside her while she squeezed at my cock with her vaginal muscles made it impossible for me to think about anything but how how good this felt. It was almost a cathartic experience. There were no feelings of guilt or doubt, It felt right, it felt like this couldn't have ended up any other way. She lifted her head, and fixed her gaze on me, her eyes willing me to continue. I fucked her like I had never fucked before. My cock never stopped throbbing. My cock slid in and out of her pussy at an insatiable pace. At one point I could feel her nails digging into my wrists as she turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. Other than her heavy breathing, she didn't make a sound. Each thrust more aggressive than the one before, knocking the breath out of her each time our bodies came together. Then, after one more hard thrust, she grimaced, bit down on her bottom lip and held her breath. A split second later she wrapped her thighs around my waist tightly and let out a deep throaty moan. Her legs started shaking and I felt her pussy convulse in waves against my cock. I slowed my pace to long strokes until she pulled on my wrists to indicate to stop. I just made Jen cum, it was one of the most satisfying moments of my life.
She looked at me like she had never done before. She looked like someone that had gotten an answer to a question that had been plaguing them for a long time. She smiled and started giggling in between breaths. She released my cock from her soaking pussy and hopped off the counter. She dropped to her knees again, looked up at me and said "your turn". She ran her hands up and down my cock a few times and then took the entire shaft into her mouth. She pressed my cock against the roof of her mouth with her tongue as she ran it up and down the shaft. She grabbed my balls in one hand and squeezed the base of my cock with the other. I could feel my cock swelling in her mouth as she squeezed harder, sucking and stroking with her tongue. When she knew I was about to cum, she released her grip and I felt the flow of semen shoot through my balls and up my shaft. She gulped hard, but she didn't open her mouth or slide my cock out. She swallowed in sync each time my cock throbbed with the orgasm. Eventually she started sliding her mouth out, her lips tight to the shaft as her tongue stroked every last drop of cum from my cock. When it was all the way out, she took a breath, ran her fingers across her lips and smiled.
There was no cliched "how was that?" or "wow, that was amazing!". She just stood up, put on her clothes, grabbed half of my sandwich and headed to her room with the parting words, "thanks for the snack".
Was it wrong? Yes! Did I feel guilty? No! Both me and Jen knew this may never happen again, it didn't need saying. But I think we both knew it needed to happen.