Page 7 of Loving Her: The Kinky Affair

The woman with her back on the bed whimpered and tightened her mouth around her partner's vulva. She was dripping wet, and then she noticed that her partner was slippery wet, and she was thrusting her vagina against her tongue.

With vaginal juice on her lips, she sucked her partner's clitoris, and she moaned and screamed. The partner had her mouth to her pussy and inserted her tongue deep inside the hole, giving her a great amount of pleasure. For once, I wished to be the woman with Kyle or Samantha or anyone giving me a great fuck.

The women switched their positions. The one licking her partner's vagina went for her breasts, and with her fingers, sticky with fluid from inside her pussy, she rubbed the nipples. Thewoman became very horny, and she reached for her partner's nipples too. They sucked each other's nipples.

I turned to see Samantha, and she pulled me to herself. I had no resistance to anything that she wanted to do, and I kissed her. Her hands were on my breasts, and my soul felt warm, as though a fire was burning within me.

“Lick my cream,” I begged.

“You’ll lick mine too,” Samantha responded.

I nodded. Samantha led me away to a bed. Kyle crossed my mind, but before I could think of anything about him, Samantha's tongue was on my nipple while her hand stroked my slippery, wet clitoral horn. Kyle could wait for all I care.

Chapter Four

Iopened a multicolored box that Samantha presented to me with care and a smile. From the Rainbow Club, I had followed her home. It was my time to have the most fun, and Kyle and what he would think about me not coming home didn't matter to me. I was unbothered.

I held the ribbon and gently pulled it out of the loop. I had seen the cake and the parfait and wondered what could have been in the package. I did not want to think too much about the contents, yet I probed for an answer.

As I thought of what it was and was about to open the box, Samantha touched my left shoulder, and it sent shivers down my spine. I looked behind, held Samantha’s hand, and then kissed it. My hand shivered as I had many things running through my mind.

Samantha kissed me on the forehead, and her other hand went around the left side of my rib cage and then rested on my left breast. I had done things in the last twenty-four hours, things I hadn't done all my life. I had also felt what I hadn't in a long while.

My heart thumped in my chest, and Samantha casually moved her fingers through my cleavage to my breasts and nipples. My clitoris breathed and beat faster than my heart, and I lost concentration. I left one hand on the box and the other rubbed Samantha’s hand that caressed my breasts. My vulva had creamed, and I had goosebumps.

No one said anything to the other, and we continued in our little sensual act, gradually becoming more intense. Then Samantha took the foreplay a notch higher when she slipped her fingers into my skirt. I had no panties on, and her fingers rubbed my clean-shaven vagina.

I jerked when Samantha's finger rubbed my clitoral hood. I wanted sex, and I was ready for a repeat of what Samantha and I did at the Rainbow Club. But she didn't go further and pulled her hand from my inguinal region. I looked at Samantha, almost begging her for a lick or a thrust.

“Can you let Kyle see what we are about to do?” Samantha asked.

“That’s not a good idea, Samantha. Letting Kyle see me have sex with you may not end well or as I have anticipated. I still don’t want to lose him,” I said and froze.

Samantha rubbed my cheek and said, “I don’t want to lose you, either. You are the sweetest woman I ever had.”

"But you should know you never had me. You are never going to have me to yourself alone. Whatever we do is to send a message, which I think is already done," I said.

"Didn't you say Kyle sits and watches other men have you? Why is this different?" she asked.

"My gut feelings tell me it is not a good idea. I am not doing that, Samantha," I said and wanted to get out of bed when she stopped me.

"Are you leaving? You have made your point, and it is well understood. Won't you open the box?" she said.

“I will,” I replied and grunted.

The box was pretty big, and I felt its contents must be something important. But I was no longer eager to know. I washorny and angry at Samantha's suggestion. As if she had read my mind, she took the box and dropped it in the middle of the bed while we sat facing it. She stroked my hair and kissed me again, seemingly reassuring me to open it.

I took the hint and gently untied the box. With the ribbon off and the shiny wrapping paper off, the box containing the vibrator and the strap-on was there for me to see. Samantha stroked my hair and kissed the back of my neck. It felt good.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

"You don't have to worry about emotional attachment to anyone. See the oils here. With these, we will have maximum fun today and always. This is new and exclusively yours," Samantha said.

I nodded and smiled to show her gratitude. Samantha put some oil on her hands and grabbed my breasts.

“Arh,” I grunted.

My nipples became very sensitive, and Samantha continued to rub them. We kissed again, but her hands never left my breasts. I felt Samantha's pussy, and she was sopping wet too.

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