deena4
05-08-2010, 11:46 PM
Tuesday morning Gary drove me and the boys to the airport. Gary wanted to go into the terminal with me, but I preferred to leave him at the curb. I did not want my sons to know I was going away with Mel. Also I thought it might be a little awkward to have both my lovers together, with one saying goodbye and the other leading me away. I did hug my husband tightly, and I again thanked him for allowing me to go with Mel. “Keep your panties on as much as you can,” whispered Gary. My reply was only a smile and another tight hug.
We were seated in first-class on the plane. We had a delightful breakfast, and Mel had two or three cocktails afterward. He had asked me to wear a dress on te flight, and soon I understood why. The drinks made him rather lovey-dovey, and I had to contend with his wandering hand sliding up under my dress. I was glad that the other passenger could not see it, but the flight attendant did. I think she stopped at our seats so often just to see what Mel was doing. Finally I told him to stop. Then he was content to put his arm around me, which led to disapproving stares from the passing passengers. Mel also began making some vulgar comments which I did not care to hear. I think it was the alcohol casing such talk. One comment which Mel made I still remember: “I’m gonna pump so much juice into you that it’ll be squirting out of your ears,” he said as he squeezed my hand. In the next three days he tried his best to prove that it was not an idle remark.
As soon as we reached our hotel room that Tuesday afternoon Mel grabbed ne in a tight embrace and again iterated what he had in store for me. At the time I did not pay much attention to his boasting. I knew he wanted lots of sex, but I had already concluded that his bark was worse
than his bite. Then, before we unpacked Mel began undressing me. “My ‘balls’ have been begging my ‘cock’ to empty them for over a week now. They are bursting with seed and begging to be emptied. You’re gonna get the biggest load in your pussy that you have ever had”, he uttered as he picked me up and placed me on the bed. With very little foreplay he soon entered me and began pumping harder than he ever had. Very soon he began moaning, “Oh, ooh, ooh, oh God, oooh!” Mel never said anything while he was ejaculating, but he certainly did that time. Usually Mel continued gently thrusting after his climax, but that time he just collapsed on me with all his weight for a few seconds before rolling off me.
That was a ‘first’ for Mel. He always was so concerned over giving me sexual pleasure, but that time he left the bed and began dressing almost immediately. He did help me to my feet and gave me a soft kiss before saying, “God, you really emptied me, Dee. I think that was the biggest ‘load’ I ever dumped into any ‘cunt’.” In a few minutes I agreed with that statement. His semen leaked out of me all afternoon. Although I never came close to having an orgasm I was glad that I had caused my lover to be so sated. I think that we women derive almost as much pleasure out of satisfying our lovers’ sexual needs as we get from an orgasm. At least I do.
That sex act was only a preview of what was to come on my Las Vegas trip. I think we had sex twelve times on that trip, but it might have been more. Most semen is supposedly absorbed, but not for me. It all seems to leak out, and I had a napkin in my panties almost all the time we were together on that trip.
As soon as we were again dressed we finally unpacked. That took quite a while. Mel was in a very passionate mood, and it was all I could do to get my clothes on without having Mel copulate with me again. Then we finally went downstairs to the casino.
Mel had to leave right away for a couple hours to attend a business meeting. He gave me fifty dollars to gamble away. I was able to play the quarter slot machines for a couple hours, and I was ready to quit when Mel returned . Instead we stayed for another hour. I lost all my money, and Mel lost a great deal at the blackjack table. Mel insisted on going to another casino for dinner, and it was after ten o’clock before we were back in our room.
What a wonderful night! After our shower and very satisfying sex Mel had me so sexually satisfied I wanted only to sleep. As usual, Mel had taken his time with me, using his tongue very effectively before inserting his wonderful penis to finish the sex act. I fell asleep joined to Mel by his gorgeous “love muscle”, as he called his male appendage. We lay cuddled closely, with my back against his belly. About an hour later I awakened to the pleasant feelings of his penis moving slowly back and forth inside my vagina. That culminated in another flood of semen into me.
It felt good, and I squeezed Mel’s hand to let him know that I was aware of what he had just squirted more of his semen into me.
In the morning I awakened before Mel. Lying there waiting for Mel to awaken I thought about my darling husband. I was grateful that I had a husband who was willing to allow his wife to have such extramarital pleasure. I loved him even more for his sacrifices.
When Mel awakened his tumescent sex organ was ripe and ready, and we had a wonderful half hour in bed before having a joint shower. I needed that shower badly, and we lingered there for a long time before drying and dressing.
After breakfast we did more gambling. That morning Mel gave me more money before he left again for a meeting. By the time he returned for lunch I had more than doubled my money.
After lunch Mel had to have more sex. It was his dessert, he said. I felt in a good mood, too, after winning some money, but I did not like the inconvenience and messiness involved. After cleaning up we went shopping. We were planning to go to a club that Mel had visited on an earlier trip. I think he was anxious to take me there to display his “trophy” to the lusting black men there. We found a beautiful evening dress, but the price was too much. Well, Mel bought it anyway, in spite of my protests.
We took a cab to the nightclub after dinner. I was not exactly thrilled with it. There were a few black males with their white wives or girlfriends, but I never saw one white male. Two of the white women were obviously pregnant. One of them looked so sad and tired. I shuddered just thinking about it. Most of the white women were plump and I would say slovenly. In contrast, most of the black women were slimmer and more tastefully dressed.
Mel was not a good dancer, but he tried. He did allow me to dance with other men. In fact he encouraged me. I must have danced with at least six different partners, all good dancers. Their mouths were another matter. The language they used and the comments they made were revolting. I think every partner managed to press his eager sex organ against my belly. That did not bother me, and a couple times I actually encouraged it. A few of them bragged about how large their male members were, and what they would like to do to me with it. It made me sick. Why do men think that all women enjoy such filth?
Back in our room we had wonderful sex again. It was already after midnight, but after our lovemaking Mel dressed and went downstairs to play played poker. He returned a couple hours later, having won over $800. And once in bed he wanted sex again. I compromised, allowing him to put his eager penis into my still well-lubricated vagina before I turned my back to him, cuddling tightly, and I went back to sleep.
Some time later his short, gentle thrusting awakened me; and very soon I again felt the warmth of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of seminal fluid inside me. It was almost six o’clock; so While he slept I showered and went down to have breakfast.
That last evening we went to a big floor show. Mel did not like it, but I did. We were back in our room by eleven. It was the tenth day of my menstrual cycle, and I told Mel that there would be no more sex after that night. I had not brought my diaphragm. We again had some very satisfying sex before Mel went back downstairs to play cards.
Mel did not return until after four o’clock in the morning. He was quite excited, explaining that he had won over $1200 at the card table. His exploring hands let me know that he wanted more sex. I
wanted to keep him out of me, but he ignored my evasive actions. I finally relented when he asked in his soft, sweet pleading way if he could put his penis in me, promising that he would not ejaculate in my vagina. He said he just wanted to go to sleep joined with me this one final time.
I did not go back to sleep right away after we were joined. I did not trust him, and I was hoping that he would fall asleep and then I could squeeze him out. Unfortunately I fell asleep joined to him. I think that when he realized I was asleep he must have begun slowly pumping his penis inside me. I awakened when he pushed his tumescent organ as deeply as he could into me and let his fecundating fluid gush into my vagina. I immediately rolled out of bed. Sleep was out of the question. I was very angry and disappointed that he would betray me that way. He told me that he was so sorry, and that his seed spurted out before he expected it. That was a big lie. I am sure that all males know ahead of time some way or other. I washed as much of him out of me as I could before showering and wiping off more of his dripping semen. Then I dressed and went downstairs.
It was already nearing seven o’clock. I was too upset to eat right away, so I played a slot machine for about a half hour and won about twenty dollars. While eating breakfast I bought a keno ticket, and I won almost $300. I decided to stay downstairs a little while longer, and that cost me about half my winnings before I went back to our room.
When I returned to our room about nine o’clock I awakened Mel. We had to leave for the airport in another hour. Mel had to shave and shower, and I warned him that he might not have time for breakfast. I began changing into my dress for the plane ride home, but just when I was undressed Mel came out of the shower. He was nude and I was only in my panties. He grabbed me, threw me on the bed, and began making love to me. With very little foreplay he was soon inside me, and began pumping like crazy. He had never done anything like that before. He was wild and determined to mate with me like a feral animal. It seemed like a long time, but it was over quickly. Pushing in very hard, he stopped as deep inside me as he could push, and again released a torrent of semen into my unwilling vagina. My God! That was the last thing I wanted. I had to struggle to get him off me. I realized he was doing his best to keep his fecundating fluid inside me. I began crying, and that did it. He moved off me and began dressing. I rushed into the bathroom. It was the eleventh day of my cycle. I did not want those sperm cells swimming any farther up inside me.
By the time we finished checking out it was half-past eleven. We had to hurry.
We were seated in first-class on the plane. We had a delightful breakfast, and Mel had two or three cocktails afterward. He had asked me to wear a dress on te flight, and soon I understood why. The drinks made him rather lovey-dovey, and I had to contend with his wandering hand sliding up under my dress. I was glad that the other passenger could not see it, but the flight attendant did. I think she stopped at our seats so often just to see what Mel was doing. Finally I told him to stop. Then he was content to put his arm around me, which led to disapproving stares from the passing passengers. Mel also began making some vulgar comments which I did not care to hear. I think it was the alcohol casing such talk. One comment which Mel made I still remember: “I’m gonna pump so much juice into you that it’ll be squirting out of your ears,” he said as he squeezed my hand. In the next three days he tried his best to prove that it was not an idle remark.
As soon as we reached our hotel room that Tuesday afternoon Mel grabbed ne in a tight embrace and again iterated what he had in store for me. At the time I did not pay much attention to his boasting. I knew he wanted lots of sex, but I had already concluded that his bark was worse
than his bite. Then, before we unpacked Mel began undressing me. “My ‘balls’ have been begging my ‘cock’ to empty them for over a week now. They are bursting with seed and begging to be emptied. You’re gonna get the biggest load in your pussy that you have ever had”, he uttered as he picked me up and placed me on the bed. With very little foreplay he soon entered me and began pumping harder than he ever had. Very soon he began moaning, “Oh, ooh, ooh, oh God, oooh!” Mel never said anything while he was ejaculating, but he certainly did that time. Usually Mel continued gently thrusting after his climax, but that time he just collapsed on me with all his weight for a few seconds before rolling off me.
That was a ‘first’ for Mel. He always was so concerned over giving me sexual pleasure, but that time he left the bed and began dressing almost immediately. He did help me to my feet and gave me a soft kiss before saying, “God, you really emptied me, Dee. I think that was the biggest ‘load’ I ever dumped into any ‘cunt’.” In a few minutes I agreed with that statement. His semen leaked out of me all afternoon. Although I never came close to having an orgasm I was glad that I had caused my lover to be so sated. I think that we women derive almost as much pleasure out of satisfying our lovers’ sexual needs as we get from an orgasm. At least I do.
That sex act was only a preview of what was to come on my Las Vegas trip. I think we had sex twelve times on that trip, but it might have been more. Most semen is supposedly absorbed, but not for me. It all seems to leak out, and I had a napkin in my panties almost all the time we were together on that trip.
As soon as we were again dressed we finally unpacked. That took quite a while. Mel was in a very passionate mood, and it was all I could do to get my clothes on without having Mel copulate with me again. Then we finally went downstairs to the casino.
Mel had to leave right away for a couple hours to attend a business meeting. He gave me fifty dollars to gamble away. I was able to play the quarter slot machines for a couple hours, and I was ready to quit when Mel returned . Instead we stayed for another hour. I lost all my money, and Mel lost a great deal at the blackjack table. Mel insisted on going to another casino for dinner, and it was after ten o’clock before we were back in our room.
What a wonderful night! After our shower and very satisfying sex Mel had me so sexually satisfied I wanted only to sleep. As usual, Mel had taken his time with me, using his tongue very effectively before inserting his wonderful penis to finish the sex act. I fell asleep joined to Mel by his gorgeous “love muscle”, as he called his male appendage. We lay cuddled closely, with my back against his belly. About an hour later I awakened to the pleasant feelings of his penis moving slowly back and forth inside my vagina. That culminated in another flood of semen into me.
It felt good, and I squeezed Mel’s hand to let him know that I was aware of what he had just squirted more of his semen into me.
In the morning I awakened before Mel. Lying there waiting for Mel to awaken I thought about my darling husband. I was grateful that I had a husband who was willing to allow his wife to have such extramarital pleasure. I loved him even more for his sacrifices.
When Mel awakened his tumescent sex organ was ripe and ready, and we had a wonderful half hour in bed before having a joint shower. I needed that shower badly, and we lingered there for a long time before drying and dressing.
After breakfast we did more gambling. That morning Mel gave me more money before he left again for a meeting. By the time he returned for lunch I had more than doubled my money.
After lunch Mel had to have more sex. It was his dessert, he said. I felt in a good mood, too, after winning some money, but I did not like the inconvenience and messiness involved. After cleaning up we went shopping. We were planning to go to a club that Mel had visited on an earlier trip. I think he was anxious to take me there to display his “trophy” to the lusting black men there. We found a beautiful evening dress, but the price was too much. Well, Mel bought it anyway, in spite of my protests.
We took a cab to the nightclub after dinner. I was not exactly thrilled with it. There were a few black males with their white wives or girlfriends, but I never saw one white male. Two of the white women were obviously pregnant. One of them looked so sad and tired. I shuddered just thinking about it. Most of the white women were plump and I would say slovenly. In contrast, most of the black women were slimmer and more tastefully dressed.
Mel was not a good dancer, but he tried. He did allow me to dance with other men. In fact he encouraged me. I must have danced with at least six different partners, all good dancers. Their mouths were another matter. The language they used and the comments they made were revolting. I think every partner managed to press his eager sex organ against my belly. That did not bother me, and a couple times I actually encouraged it. A few of them bragged about how large their male members were, and what they would like to do to me with it. It made me sick. Why do men think that all women enjoy such filth?
Back in our room we had wonderful sex again. It was already after midnight, but after our lovemaking Mel dressed and went downstairs to play played poker. He returned a couple hours later, having won over $800. And once in bed he wanted sex again. I compromised, allowing him to put his eager penis into my still well-lubricated vagina before I turned my back to him, cuddling tightly, and I went back to sleep.
Some time later his short, gentle thrusting awakened me; and very soon I again felt the warmth of his seemingly inexhaustible supply of seminal fluid inside me. It was almost six o’clock; so While he slept I showered and went down to have breakfast.
That last evening we went to a big floor show. Mel did not like it, but I did. We were back in our room by eleven. It was the tenth day of my menstrual cycle, and I told Mel that there would be no more sex after that night. I had not brought my diaphragm. We again had some very satisfying sex before Mel went back downstairs to play cards.
Mel did not return until after four o’clock in the morning. He was quite excited, explaining that he had won over $1200 at the card table. His exploring hands let me know that he wanted more sex. I
wanted to keep him out of me, but he ignored my evasive actions. I finally relented when he asked in his soft, sweet pleading way if he could put his penis in me, promising that he would not ejaculate in my vagina. He said he just wanted to go to sleep joined with me this one final time.
I did not go back to sleep right away after we were joined. I did not trust him, and I was hoping that he would fall asleep and then I could squeeze him out. Unfortunately I fell asleep joined to him. I think that when he realized I was asleep he must have begun slowly pumping his penis inside me. I awakened when he pushed his tumescent organ as deeply as he could into me and let his fecundating fluid gush into my vagina. I immediately rolled out of bed. Sleep was out of the question. I was very angry and disappointed that he would betray me that way. He told me that he was so sorry, and that his seed spurted out before he expected it. That was a big lie. I am sure that all males know ahead of time some way or other. I washed as much of him out of me as I could before showering and wiping off more of his dripping semen. Then I dressed and went downstairs.
It was already nearing seven o’clock. I was too upset to eat right away, so I played a slot machine for about a half hour and won about twenty dollars. While eating breakfast I bought a keno ticket, and I won almost $300. I decided to stay downstairs a little while longer, and that cost me about half my winnings before I went back to our room.
When I returned to our room about nine o’clock I awakened Mel. We had to leave for the airport in another hour. Mel had to shave and shower, and I warned him that he might not have time for breakfast. I began changing into my dress for the plane ride home, but just when I was undressed Mel came out of the shower. He was nude and I was only in my panties. He grabbed me, threw me on the bed, and began making love to me. With very little foreplay he was soon inside me, and began pumping like crazy. He had never done anything like that before. He was wild and determined to mate with me like a feral animal. It seemed like a long time, but it was over quickly. Pushing in very hard, he stopped as deep inside me as he could push, and again released a torrent of semen into my unwilling vagina. My God! That was the last thing I wanted. I had to struggle to get him off me. I realized he was doing his best to keep his fecundating fluid inside me. I began crying, and that did it. He moved off me and began dressing. I rushed into the bathroom. It was the eleventh day of my cycle. I did not want those sperm cells swimming any farther up inside me.
By the time we finished checking out it was half-past eleven. We had to hurry.