Page 19 of Slippery When Wet

Yes, I have the best of both worlds. And I have no intentions of ever leaving my husband for another man or a woman. He completes me—well, ninety-five percent of me. I know he should be all I need. And he is…for the most part. Still, Aaron would never understand that, although he is all I will ever need in a man, there’s that five percent of who I am that craves the touch of another woman. Telling him, or him finding out is not an option. I am not willing to risk losing him, or my lifestyle. Aaron is the only man for me. And he’s the only man I will spend the rest of my life with.

So I keep my guilty pleasure secret. Keep both worlds separate.

And this month’s desire is Celeste—a five-foot-seven, half-Dominican and half-black bombshell beauty with round, brown doe-shaped eyes wrapped around long, lush lashes. I am only attracted to beautiful, feminine, well-kept women, like myself. My last lover was the spitting image of Halle Berry. The one before her was a Stacy Dash look-alike. And the one before her bore a remarkable resemblance to Sade. God, she had some good pussy.

Over the years, my bed has been filled with an assortment of gorgeous women, with insatiable sexual appetites, who fuck the shit out of their husbands, spend their money, and secretly crave the comforts of being with other women. Women who love pussy as much as I do, but have no intentions of ever leaving their husbands.

We have our own little secret society of wet, horny pussies, eager to please and be pleased by each other. “Oooh, yessss, Miasha,” Celeste moans, bringing me out of my reverie. “Fuck my pussy, my love. Fuck me good…”

Her pussy moves against my hand, swallowing my fingers. Her breath catches. She is on the verge of coming, again. Her body shakes. I remove my fingers from her slippery hole, licking my fingers clean, then slipping my tongue into her mouth. We kiss, long and hard. I reach for her breasts and pinch her nipples, then roll them between my fingers. She moans. I moan as her fingers explore my own breasts. She tongues my nipple while cupping my pussy.

I am on fire.

She climbs on top of me and we grind our pussies together, moaning and bucking and fucking and screaming out our passions at the top of our lungs. We are lost in the cacophony of sounds. The muffled squeak of mattress springs, the slap-slap of sweaty skin, the swish-swish of juices, the grunts and growls; all parts of the chorus to our lust-filled song.

I am coming.

She is coming.

Our bodies shuddering as ripples of pleasure become waves of abandon, crashing against the lining of our walls, forcing their way out into rushed squirts.

“Eat my pussy,” I demand in a raspy whisper as she slowly lifts off me. I remain on my back, lift my legs and spread them into a V-shape. Celeste’s lips curl in a half smile.

“You must have read my mind.”

“Yes. I know how you love this pussy, cum-filled and sticky.”

She lowers her body down between my legs, her breasts lightly brushing against my skin. Her tongue circles my clit as her fingers find their way inside me. I surrender to the wave of sensation, coming against her hungry mouth. I pull her up toward me and lick my juices from her lips while allowing my hand to slip between her thighs. Her wetness pours down over my fingers like warm rain.

“Mmmm…oooooh…Ohhhhhh, Miasha…”

Our lips meet, tongues swirl around the others. Slowly, I pull away. Tell Celeste to get on her knees. She smiles. Turns over, then inches down toward the foot of the bed, getting on all fours. She has a firm and round ass that tapers down to beautifully toned thighs. She arches her back. Presses her head into the luxurious 1800-thread-count sheets that smell of mint and jasmine.

I slap her plump ass cheeks, then part them. Her fat pussy lips shimmer in wetness. Celeste gasps as I slide two fingers, then three, into her cunt. Her legs widen. Her hips buck back against my hand, her pussy hungrily opening—taking it all, demanding more, staying in sync to the swift movements of my hand. She grinds and winds. She hisses and moans. Soon she is coming. And I am slurping at her pussy. Gulping down her warm cream.

“Oooh, yessss…get it-get it…mmmmm…Oh, God!” Her body shudders, then jerks as I latch on to her clit, still pumping my fingers into her pulsing slit. The mouth of her pussy clenches my fingers, pleading for more. I slip in a fourth finger, sliding my hand in and out of her in a sawing motion. “Oooh, ooooh…uhhh…mmmm…”

“Give me that wet pussy,” I whisper. “Cum on my fingers…that’s it, that’s it…give it to me…”

Licking and sucking her, the scent of our horny cunts float around us. I devour her. Then change position. She is now on her back. Her thighs spread, knees bend, as I clamber on top of her and straddle her face. Her long, curled tongue stabs into the center of my hole, darting in and out as my fingers splay open her lips and suck her clit. I ride her face, her mouth, her tongue. Her legs clamp up around my back. She bucks her hips upward, offering me her pussy—all of it. And in one greedy swallow, I take her pussy into my mouth. Gobble her up. Our moans and gasps fill the room.

We are both up to our eyeballs with unadulterated pleasure. My hips jerk against Celeste’s face. Her hips buck against mine. She brushes my pussy with long fingers, stroking my thick wet lips, then massaging my slick clit. There’s a deep throb in my pussy. I am on the verge of exploding. My stomach tightens. My grunts and groans signal to my lover my satisfaction. I feverishly suck her clit, fingering her pussy. Celeste cries out under me, latching her mouth over the roof of my cunt until it spurts out a sweet, sticky cream.

“Oh, God, Oh, God…” Her body thrashes about. She is filling my mouth with her cum, slick and plentiful. I continue sucking her until she has emptied her pussy. I swallow her warm, wet stickiness, then roll over onto my side, spent.

“That was heaven,” Celeste purrs, sitting up and licking my cunt juice from her fingers, then her lips. “You sure have some sweet, sticky pussy.”

I smile, grasping her face in my hands. I kiss her lightly on the mouth. “So do you.” My hand finds its way between her thighs, tracing a finger over the swell of her lips. She’s so slick and warm that I am tempted to drop to my knees and serve her a tongue-fuck, but I resist the urge. Instead, I caress her lips. Tickle and tease them. Her hips gyrate. I continue my finger play until her ass churns and her pussy juice flows. She is so wet with want, and desire. She’s greedy, as I am.

“Finger me,” she whispers. Her cunt greets my fingers warmly and wetly as I sink two in. “Ohhh, yes…”

With my free hand I massage her breasts, my mouth alternating from one thick, dark nipple to the other as I finger her pussy. She moans, her hand now reaching between my thighs. She has found my own wetness and allows her probing fingers to be drenched in my juices, my cunt sucking her in knuckles deep.

And for the rest of the morning we make sweet, passionate love until we are both speechless, and paralyzed, and blinded by heat from the intense pleasure of multiple orgasms.

Two

Five hours later, I’m sprawled out across my king-size bed naked, basking in the afterglow of my romp in the sheets earlier. I’m satiated and filled with bliss. I lick my fingers and touch my clit in afterthought, grinding my hips into my hand. Ten minutes into my foreplay, the phone rings as I am about to cum. I gasp, reaching over to grab the cordless on the nightstand.

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