Skip ahead to Friday

After you finish pumping cum into your beautiful girlfriend’s ass, you extract your softening cock out through her dramatically widened sphincter and help her pull the vibrator out of her slit, turning it off before tossing it aside and then slipping in behind her again to spoon her, your spent cock rubbing against her juicy ass. The two of you kiss and cuddle as you lie in the middle of the cum-stained bed, discarded sex toys all around you, and the last you do before falling asleep next to Rachel is to pull the covers up over you.

Friday,
“Finally,” you mutter as you walk into your hallway, already having slipped one arm out of your suit jacket as you close the door behind you, then get out of your shoes. Hearing faint sounds of movement coming from upstairs, you make your way into the kitchen, draping your suit jacket over the couch as you go along.

You open the door to your extremely well-stocked fridge, you went shopping yesterday to insure that neither you nor Rachel need to leave the house this weekend, and take a few deep swigs of orange juice before heading for the stairs, dumping your tie next to your jacket. Over the last couple of days, you and Rachel haven’t been engaged in the same sort of evening sex marathons that marked the start of the week. Not because you haven’t wanted to, but because Rachel’s been working late at the restaurants, and have been pretty beat upon getting home. And while your body has embraced the chance to recover – at least a little, since you’ve kept to your morning routine of starting each new day by licking and fucking Rachel’s ass – you’ve sorely missed those evening sessions. And apparently, so has Rachel, resulting in the two of you spending the afternoons sending each other text messages that have varied between flirtatious and downright lewd. Understandably, the things that you’re going to do to each over the weekend has played a big part in your text conversations, and now it has arrived.

“Rachel?” you knock softly on her closed door.

“Yeah?” She responds, and you realize that your cock is already getting hard.

“Are you decent?” You ask.

“No,” Through the door, you can hear Rachel giggling, “Are you?”

“Afraid so,” you reply, and undo the top button of your shirt.

“Then stop that at once, mister!” Rachel barks, before you hear her giggling again.

Releasing an exaggerated sigh, you chuckle as you quickly get out of the remained of your clothes, leaving them bunched up on the landing as you yank down the door handle and enter Rachel’s room wearing nothing more than your briefs. When you enter, Rachel has apparently just finished putting on her makeup, and has instead turned towards the door.

“Wow…” you gasp as you take in Rachel standing there, wearing nothing more than a pair of black high heels, black stockings and a pair of lacy black panties. Like you, she’s very excited that the weekend’s arrived, and the triangular front of her thin panties are pushed out so far by her erect cock that the waistband looks like its barely touching the base of her belly. Unlike last weekend, when she sees your eyes dip towards her crotch, Rachel now erupts in a happy smile.

“Wow yourself…” Rachel replies, and takes a couple of steps towards you as you race towards her, the two of you meeting in a tight embrace, flinging your arms around each other as you pull her close and sweep her up in a passionate kiss. As you run your left hand through her hair, you can tell its still slightly wet, and your right hand seeks out her left thigh, clasping hold of it and lifting it up, hooking it around the back of your right so you can start gently grinding your cock against hers, something which makes her moan into your mouth.

“Two hours till we need to be a the restaurant,” you announce once the kiss is over. True to your word, you’ve booked a table at a fancy restaurant, where the two of you will go before heading out to celebrate Scott’s birthday.

“Uh-huh,” Rachel murmurs dreamily and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

“I need about half an hour to get ready for it, and it’ll take us another half an hour to get to the restaurant. Which leaves us with one hour…”

“Sounds like you’ve got something planned already…” Rachel grins at you.

“Well, we need to take care of this,” Flashing Rachel a wolfish smile, you grind your cock against hers to make it abundantly clear what you’re referring to, and for your efforts you’re rewarded with a long, excited coo from Rachel as she closes her eyes for a second or two.

“Yeah, that dress won’t hide any bulges,” Rachel agrees with you and nods towards her bed, on which you can now see that a classy-looking black dress is laid out.

“Maybe people won’t notice,” you suggest, after seeing that the dress looks quite low-cut, and Rachel giggles again.

“Best be on the safe side, John,” Rachel decides, giving you another quick kiss before disentangling herself from your embrace and sauntering over to her table, placing both hands flat against it and leaning towards the mirror hanging over it, showing off how her heels accentuate the shape of her gorgeous bubble butt.

“Oh, definitely,” you agree, hooking your thumbs inside the waistband of your briefs and quickly pulling them down all the way to your ankles, Rachel smiling at you in the mirror as you bare your cock for her and step out of your briefs before advancing on her from behind.

Getting down on your haunches, you place your hands on Rachel’s waist and proceed to shower her buttocks with soft, loving kisses, eventually pulling your face away from her ass and grasping hold of the waistband of her panties, pulling your hands forwards to get her skimpy underwear clear of her dick before tugging them halfway down her thighs and leaving them there. Rachel’s pink little pussy is now clearly visible between her legs, her balls dangling down beyond it, and it’s the latter that you go for when you slip one hand in between her legs.

“Hmm, we’d better come up with a way to pump these guys dry,” you decide as Rachel’s moaning from your gentle fondling of her nuts, then squeals with delight when you move your hand back towards her slit and spend a couple of moments exploring the folds of her juicing honeypot.

“Any ideas, Rachel?” You ask while pulling your hands back further, onto Rachel’s ass, and making her moan again by prying her buttocks apart to reveal her puckered bunghole. Despite all the times you’ve already fucked it, and the strong evidence that Rachel has a long history of playing with and stretching her ass, her anus is still teeny in size and pink in colour.

“Lick my ass, John!” Rachel groans, pushing her ass closer to your face, and you dive right in, burying your face between your cheeks and thrusting your tongue out to connect with her ringpiece.

Starting by running your tongue clockwise along the rim of Rachel’s bung, you quickly get her tightest hole to relax and begin opening up, allowing you to switch to pressing the tip of your tongue against it. While you do this, you sense Rachel move one arm, and know what she’s doing even before you hear the sound of increasing wet skin flapping.

Since she’s taking care of her cock and your tongue is pleasuring her asshole, her pussy is unattended to, and you decide to rectify that by slipping your right hand in between her legs, Rachel tensing up and letting out an excited little shriek when your fingers locate her engorged clit and start carefully manipulating it.

The two of you are now collaborating to stimulate all three of Rachel’s most sensitive areas, her hand flying up and down over her cock while your tongue remains pressed against her asshole and your fingers switch back and forth between fondling her narrow slit and polishing her pearl. Hence, it’s not especially surprising that it doesn’t take very long before Rachel lets slip a **** “John!” before exploding all over the mirror, pumping long streamers of cum onto it whilst her juices gush out all over your fingers and down your hand and forearm.

Once she’s spent, Rachel sags forward, her head nearly bumping against the mirror, and you get up on your feet and pull her towards you, wrapping your arms round her stomach to hug her from behind, your own erection pushing her asscheeks apart.

“What do you say, think that’s enough?” You playfully ask her before planting a tender kiss on her left temple.

“Uh-uh,” Rachel murmurs, then turns her head and kisses you.