She Reclaimed My Body And Heart
Hide Your Husbands, Part 8
Tree branches wove into each other overhead as I passed a church plastered with rainbow Pride flags. Marie lived in a cozy neighborhood off of the Brown Line, in an ancient mid-rise with radiators and plaster walls. I could already see her brilliant smile, and feel her warm lips on mine.
As I reached Marie’s block my phone buzzed. I raised an eyebrow at the call: it was Meg.
“Hey, Meg,” I said, picking up her call. “I’m meeting Marie in a few minutes. What’s up?”
“Oh, I know,” Meg said. “I just…wanted to hear your voice today. I’ve been having some feelings. Worries, you know? I don’t want you to turn on me like you did Karen.”
I glanced up at Marie’s window. One of her cats was peering down at me; I was gaining a reputation with them as the Food Guy. I gave him a wave and a smile, and he strutted away. Cats.
“Well…you’re not Karen,” I said. “And you haven’t done anything she did. Is there something I need to know?”
“No,” she said quickly. “I just worry. You’ve said a lot of stuff about her, that’s all.”
I scratched the back of my neck. “Thanks for sharing your feelings with me,” I said. “Let’s talk about it later; I’m at Marie’s.” And Meg knew that before she called. We had a shared calendar for it. I guess we were also going to talk about boundaries later.
We hung up, and I buzzed Marie. A minute later we were in each other’s arms, sharing a passionate, liquid kiss. “Welcome back, my love,” Marie whispered in my ear.
I trailed a hand up her back, drawing an appreciative moan. “You’re good at welcoming,” I murmured back. One of her cats barged in between us with an indignant mewl, and we laughed.
“How was the drive back?” Marie asked as she shooed him off to his food bowl.
“Long,” I said. Twenty-four hours of driving both ways hadn’t been kind to my middle-aged back. “Meg called while I was on the way over,” I added.
Marie glanced back at me while tossing treats to her cats. They bounded off down her hallway, away from her bedroom. “Just now?” she asked. “That’s weird. How do you feel about it?”
I ran a hand through my hair. Marie and I told each other everything. I knew she felt a little jealous of Meg, just like she knew I felt a little jealous of her summer fling with a cock even larger than mine. That was how non-monogamy went. Meg and I had the same understanding…at least, I thought we did. Marie squeezed my hand while I thought, warm and reassuring.
“I’m not sure,” I finally said. “I need to think about it and get some perspective.”
Marie laid a hand on my chest, sending my heart racing. I moved backwards as she pushed, holding out of her reach as she tried to kiss me. Desire was written all over her, the slight flush in her fair skin, the bite of her lip, her glittering blue eyes. Her silver fox had returned to her lair, and she shimmered with triumphant lust.
My foot hit the edge of her bed, and Marie shoved me back onto it. “I’ll tell you what I need,” she said, kicking her bedroom door shut behind her. I trembled with anticipation as she leaned over me, holding my hands down. “My long…hard…silver…slut.”
She crushed into me with a hungry kiss, biting at my lips, claiming me with her tongue. I strained against her hold, desperate to touch her, to feel her soft hair running through my fingers. Our return to each other was a racing lightning bolt running through me, her renewed thirst a blaze on top of me.
I tore her shirt off in between her devouring bites on my lips and neck. She sent twinges of pain and pleasure through me with every nip, and gasped when I caught her nipple in my finger, pinching her hard. She grinded her body against me, slithering around my limbs, sending an ache into my hardening cock in my pants.
Marie pinned me underneath her as she slid out of the rest of her clothes and pulled off mine. She reveled in my hands roaming over her, caressing her soft, rippling curves. But when I went to tease her gorgeous, damp pussy, she twisted away, denying me her pleasure. Instead, she pinned my hands down and grinded on my rigid cock, sliding me through her lips and on her clit. Her slow, lavish strokes sent me into desperate grunts, even while she panted with her own desire.
I squirmed out of her handholds to grab her thighs, trying to angle and thrust into her. But she stopped me with a wolfish grin, holding steady and going at her own devastating pace, grinding over me but short of taking me in. She arched back with pride, aloof and gorgeous, her damp hair spilling over her face.
Just when I thought she was about to relent, Marie twisted again, pulling away and withholding her breasts from my trembling hands. She swung around on top of me, settling back down while facing away.
“Oh god,” I breathed as her powerful ass flexed and her back arched before me. She took hold of my shaft and teased us both with it, sliding my head over her wet, hot clit. We grunted in tandem at her work, my hand shaking as it slid down her back, felt her rippling muscles under slick, smooth skin.
“Fuck!” Marie gasped, and finally relented, sliding my head into her soaked pussy. I groaned as took me in, rocking and grinding until I was buried. My bare head stroked her depths, ran along the threads of pleasure I’d learned within her. She was a goddess riding her steed, arching and hunching with ripples of pleasure as we moved and thrust together.
I reached around to stroke her clit, but her hand was already there, taking exactly the pleasure she wanted out of her writhing silver fox. She bucked on me while she worked, her breath ragged, driving peals of light through me. Her ass clenched under my hand, and her pleasure coiled in her back like a snake ready to strike. My fingers found her hair, and she shrieked when I pulled, arching into the ceiling.
With one final thrust, Marie exploded on top of me. Her pussy shuddered and gripped my cock as she howled with release. Her body clenched and came apart, waves wracking her, taking my breath away with her strength, with the pure power of her pleasure.
I thrust upward as her orgasm faded, driving into her with all my strength. My legs shuddered under her, my desperation twitching in all my limbs. Her hands closed over mine gripping her thighs, feeling me tighten, clutch her with my body until I couldn’t bear it.
A scream tore out of me as my bare cock exploded inside her. Lightning raced through my thrashing legs, pleasure hammering me into the mattress and out of the ceiling. My cock pumped and pumped, spurting until it ached, emptying me into her, giving everything.
Marie giggled as I fell back onto the mattress. “You think we’re done, my silver bisexual?” she said, pulling off of my drenched cock.
I gasped in surprise as she grinded her way up my body, leaving a wet trail of both our mess on my torso. She settled over my head, showing me my cum leaking out of her gorgeous, perfect pussy. Her thighs trembled with a renewed hunger as she gripped my slick thighs.
“Eat your cum, silver fox,” she growled, and sat back on my face. I groaned with pleasure as my rich cum slid out of her, onto my tongue, down my throat. Our tastes mingled in a slick, messy harmony, everything all at once.
I lapped myself out of her before pressing my tongue onto her clit, licking her slowly, powerfully, relentlessly. Marie shrieked as I worked, her hands clenching my thighs as if she hung on for dear life. She mashed onto my lips, fucked my face with desperate power. I matched her glorious pace, stroking her clit from side to side, sucked at it in tandem.
Marie screamed hysterically as she came on my face. Her thighs crushed my head, and her fingers raked across my body. I clung to her fiercely, dragging more waves of pleasure out of her, face fucking her back and reclaiming my cum. She thrashed apart and back together on top of me, her strength and weight an exquisite gift I couldn’t stop tasting and lapping.
She collapsed on top of me with an exhausted gasp. I managed one ragged breath before she devoured my softened cock, pulling a fresh groan of aching pleasure out of me. She finally swiveled around to kiss me, deeply and hungrily, sucking her pussy and my cum back off of my mouth, my bisexual goddess, my relentless lover.
“Now you’re mine again,” Marie whispered.
Heh heh. Food Guy. 😻