Unspoken Pleasure

“Here you go,” she said handing it to him as he sat down on the far end of the couch, away from her.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t keep thanking me. You deserve it. You looked like you had a rough day when you walked in. It’s time for you to relax.”

She was right, of course. John just needed to relax. Rachel was going to sleep in the guest room. Nobody would ever find out that she was drinking here and it was just time for him to relax. Maybe that was the whole problem with everything. Maybe he was so uptight that it was having a negative impact on every aspect of his life.

“You’re right,” John said looking over at Rachel. “It was a long day and I just need to relax.” He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. “What do you want to watch?”

“Anything.”

John looked over at her as she sipped her wine. She really was beautiful, with the biggest blue eyes and most amazingly huge breasts on such a slim figure. His cock started twitching again.

John turned his eyes back to the TV. What the fuck is wrong with you John? He started flipping through channels quickly, before settling on Dumb and Dumber. A good comedy was what they needed.

“I’ve never seen this one,” Rachel said.

“You’re in for a treat then.”

They watched the movie, laughing together at all the funny parts, and finished off the second bottle of wine in the process. John didn’t realize how much he missed sharing laughter with someone.

Somewhere near the end Rachel had dozed off. John watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. He was entranced. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her nipples outlined beneath her shirt. She truly was beautiful. Now he had a problem. He had to get her into the guest room. Rachel had definitely had way too much wine and John was feeling a little tipsy himself.

“Okay… let’s find out how much you weigh,” John said moving over in front of Rachel. “Time for bed… can you hear me?” He gently shook her but she didn’t respond. “Okay,” he said and picked her up.

She was surprisingly light; much lighter than his wife. Of course, it had been years since he’d tried to pick Kathy up for any reason. He didn’t think it would happen again unless it was to throw her out the front door on to her ass. John found that thought extremely funny and struggled to contain his laughter.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Rachel snuggled against John’s chest as he carried her up the stairs. His cock hardened and he knew what he would be dreaming about all night. He managed to get her into the guest room, and onto the bed. She was wearing shorts, so he didn’t feel the need to undress her. He pulled the covers over Rachel and left the room.

“Whew… that wasn’t so bad,” John said as he brushed his teeth a few minutes later. He decided to sleep in shorts, just in case he had to wake up for any reason and was soon fast asleep himself.

He woke up to the wind howling outside. It was going to be a stormy night. He got up and checked all the windows and looked in on the kids. Everything was as it should be and he was soon fast asleep again.

He woke up a little while later. There was someone else in his bed snuggled against him and snoring peacefully. It was Rachel. When had she gotten into his bed? Why had she gotten into his bed? She was still fully clothed and he was too tired to care so he rolled over to the other side of the bed.

He did dream about Rachel that night. He dreamed that he could feel her large soft breasts dragging against his legs as she deep throated his cock. He dreamed that he was bucking his hips up, driving his cock deep into her mouth. He dreamed that she was drooling around his cock and slurping on it, moaning in pleasure as she sucked him hard.

John snapped awake. This was no dream. The covers were off and so were his shorts. Rachel’s giant tits were pressing into his legs and he was thrusting his cock deep into her mouth.

“No… stop…” he protested. “You have to stop!”

This only caused Rachel to grab the base of his cock and take him further down her throat. Where had she learned to do this? He was going to cum. She was staring into his eyes and sucking hard; swirling her tongue around his shaft. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. It was too late to stop.

Rachel moaned as John flooded her mouth with semen. She kept sucking him until he was spent and then released him and sat up on the bed. John’s eyes were accustomed to the dark now and he could see her clearly. She was even more beautiful and more perfect than he had imagined that she would be. Her breasts seemed larger without the confines of a shirt. Her nipples were thick and long.

“You’re still hard,” she said giggling and looking down at his crotch.

“I… yes… I mean no… why are you…” John stammered.

Rachel shook her head and crawled up over John, letting her breasts drag up his body as she did. It was too late for John to protest. Rachel took one of John’s hands and placed it on one of her massive breasts. It was so full and firm and soft. He squeezed.

“My God,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered back, kissing him lightly on the lips.

She was rubbing her pussy on his cock. She was already dripping wet. He had both hands on her chest now, mauling her breasts. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and they kissed passionately. She gripped him and guided him to her hole and in an instant he was inside her. She was so wet and hot and tight.

“Uh… Oh fuck you’re big,” Rachel grunted. “Let me do all the work.”

Rachel rode him furiously, sliding her body up and down his. Her giant, full breasts mashed against John’s body. She was so tight. He was going to cum again.

“You’re… I’m going to cum,” he panted.

“Me too,” Rachel grunted, staring into his eyes. Her body started to shake. Her pussy contracted around his cock, and she whimpered setting off John’s own orgasm.

Rachel leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. He responded by sucking her tongue into his mouth and they kissed fervently as they finished cumming together.

Rachel rolled off of John and they both lay there panting and gasping for breathe.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” John said and then regretted saying anything at all. What are you supposed to say after mind blowing sex with your eighteen-year-old babysitter in the bed that you share with your cold, frigid wife? “I mean… I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything,” Rachel said as she cuddled up next to John, draping her arm and leg over him. Her large, firm breasts were molded against the side of his body. She kissed him on the cheek and soon she was snoring again. John fell asleep a few minutes later.