Visiting a Swinger Resort with My Friend's Wife - Part 3

After Nora and I had finally released weeks of built up excitement and anticipation with a passionate, intense fuck, we were drained. We cleaned up really quick and got in bed naked. She cuddled against me, with her head on my chest and my arm wrapped around her most of the night.

I woke up a bit before her the next morning. I looked over at her and she was fast asleep, head still resting on my chest and the covers halfway down her body. Her beautiful tits were on display. She's larger than average in that department. I've never asked her cup size, but I'd describe her tits as perfectly round and full, larger than average, with dark brown nipples that stand out against her pale skin.

I reached my hand over and lightly cupped one of her boobs. I wasn't trying to wake her up, just to feel them again. Apparently Nora is a light sleeper and her eyes fluttered open at the touch. I was worried she would be upset, but an instant later I realized my fear was misplaced. She smiled at me and leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek.

"You can touch me. Just be sure to finish what you start," she said sleepily.

With the green light, I held her boob in my hand more purposefully. I let my thumb trace circles around her nipple. She purred happily in response.

"How do you feel about last night?" I asked.

She smiled wide. "It was exactly what I needed."

I kissed her some more. She leaned further into me, letting me bring my other hand to her other tit, squeezing it. Last night there was an urgency and intensity to our sex. This time it was slower, more purposeful, more passionate.

I traced a finger down her torso, from her boob down to just above her clit. I teased her there for a moment.

"Are you going to touch me? Or would you prefer I just jump on this?" she grabbed my dick as she finished her question. I was already hard.

"I have an unofficial policy, Nora," I replied. "I will always make the woman cum before I enter her."

(In reality, I've broken this policy a handful of times, mostly at the request of the woman. But I've found that if you make a woman cum during foreplay, the sex itself will be even better.)

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as I stopped teasing and ran a finger down her warm sex. "It won't take you long. I tend to wake up horny anyways."

I could feel her wetness. She wasn't lying. I dipped a finger into her gently, coating it in her juices. I brought it up to her mouth for her to lick off of me. "I think I can still taste some of your cum," she said teasingly.

Did she say that because it was true? Or because she thought I'd find it sexy? Doesn't matter, I was hard as a rock. We were laying next to each other, our bodies pressed against each other as we kissed and fondled each other. I continued to touch and tease her pussy, savoring each and every sound she made when I brushed against her swollen clit.

She had a hand on my cock, firmly gripping it but not stroking it. Without warning, she lifted her top leg slightly and put my dick between her thighs and closed her leg on me. My cock was nestled between her thighs, with the topside of it pressed against her wet folds and clit. I moved my hand away from her pussy so the only thing touching it was my dick.

She began to thrust her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against my dick. I'd never done this before and I still have no idea what it's called, but I was loving it. By now, Nora's morning cobwebs were gone and she was fully awake. Her dirty talk kicked in.

"Fuck, I love rubbing against your cock. I want your beautiful dick to make me cum."

"I want you to cum so I can fill up your tight pussy and fuck you like you deserve," I responded.

"Ugh fuck. I need your dick so bad. I need it more than anything now!" She was moaning loudly each time my head made contact with her clit.

"More than any thing? More than any other cock?" I asked. I wanted to see where here dirty talk limits were. I always enjoy pushing the envelope.

She took a moment to respond. Her eyes were closed and she was furiously rubbing herself against me. "More than any other dick. I need itttttt!"

With that last word she clamped her legs around my dick. Her body convulsed as she came. I held my arms around her back and pressed her against me. As she came down from her orgasm, her body relaxed and she reached down to grab my dick again.

"Now can I have it? You made me cum," she asked, short of breath.

"Give me that tight, wet pussy," was my only response.

Nora pushed me onto my back and quickly straddled me. She rubbed my head against her clit once again, with her eyes rolling back and a soft moan escaping her lips. I grabbed her by the hips. She simultaneously lifted her hips up and leaned forward to kiss me. While we kissed she positioned my head at her wet hole and then pushed herself back onto me. In one quick movement, I was fully inside her.

She held me all the way inside her for a moment before starting to make circles with her hips. I watched in awe as she looked down towards me with a naughty grin and her hands holding her own tits. I reached up and replaced her hands, grabbing her boobs and caressing them.

"So is this cock only available to me while we're here? Or do I get to ride you when we're back home too?" she asked.

Holding her tits in my hands, my cock fully buried inside her, what could I possibly respond? "Promise to ride me like this and you can get free access to this dick whenever you want it," I responded with a laugh.

"Good," she responded. She leaned forward, pushing her tits against my chest. "Because I can see this becoming a regular occurrence."

"Do you think Rob would be ok with that?" I asked. Is it weird to ask a woman about her husband while she rides you in a swinger resort hundreds of miles from her husband? Yeah, probably. Did it anyways.

"I'll make sure he is," she whispered in my ear. She began to twerk on me, with her hips rising and falling in conjunction with her increasingly forceful moans. "There's no going back."

I held onto her ass. She was riding me faster and faster. The way the topside of my dick rubbed against the inside of her was too much to handle in this position. It was like her pussy was squeezing and putting pressure on me, trying to milk cum out of me.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked her, breathlessly.

"In me," she moaned. "I want to feel your cum dripping out of me all day, so I remember that you own this pussy."

I was getting close. "I own your pussy just while we're here, right?" I asked.

She was twerking on me as hard as she could. Her breath was getting shorter. "You...own...my pussy!"

She screamed that last word and with the combination of the intense sensation and the dirty talk, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled her down onto me and came, filling her up. I had no idea she was close but she came simultaneously, her pussy squeezing me even more than I thought it could.

She collapsed onto me. We laid there silently, catching our breath and perhaps both thinking about the implications of the dirty talk. I was worried she would feel regret at it. But nope. As soon as she caught her breath, she slinked down my body, putting my soft dick in her mouth. She licked off what remained of both our juices from my dick with a smile.

She bounced up and off the bed. Standing in front of me, with milky white liquid ever so subtly visible between her pussy lips, she smiled and asked, "Are you going to get up? I want to go down and get some coffee!"

Her transition from sultry to funny was so quick it caught me off guard.

"Oh I was under the impression we would stay inside and fuck all day," I joked.

"We can still fuck all day. It just doesn't all have to be inside!" she replied.

With that she marched off into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I looked up at the ceiling, where there's a giant mirror reflecting me in bed, fully spent and yet excited about where this day could go.