The plan

The opportunity presented itself a few weeks later. Tom and Sarah had not had sex in over two months but Tom's job came to the rescue and he was inundated with work. The curse of the self employed being that work could be fest or famine. Tom had taken on several jobs but the deadlines had shifted and now he was in crunch time. He road it out stoically, knowing that the fourteen hour days seven days a week would pass and that they could afford a really nice holiday when it was done. As the deadlines approached so did client meetings. Several of these had happened already but they weren't right for what Sarah had planned as they were too unpredictable. Finally the perfect meeting happened. Tom would be out all afternoon but she knew he would be back around six. Paul knew she had something up her sleeve as he was waiting for instructions but she had been keeping the details to herself. She wanted this to be a surprise for all parties.

At lunchtime Paul arrived at the front door. She kissed him on the doorstep without any concern for who might see and if they had seen there would have been no mistaking it for a platonic greeting. She pulled him inside and Paul was looking around taking in his lovers marital home. Sarah didn't want to rush and she brought him into the kitchen where she had put out some things for lunch. There was no rush and the anticipation would make it all the sweeter.

They ate and spoke very much like a normal couple but Paul did keep prodding at her to certain her intentions. She relented eventually as they sat with a coffee. "I wanted to get you in this house. I can already tell you are excited. It will be very exciting to fuck all over this house don't you think?"

Paul grinned "Yes you bad girl it will be."

She reached out to stroke his hand sensually "And for the climax, my marriage bed" she said smiling at him.

Things went flying as Paul lunged at her and they began to kiss. Soon he tore off her panties from under her skirt and was soon inside her, fucking her on the table. The table and few remaining pots rattled as he pounded into her "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes baby, yes!" she cried out "Fuck me. We eat here all the time, your cock is making me so wet. The table will stink of my pussy juice when he's eating his morning toast." These words were spurring Paul on as she knew they would but they were spurring her on as well. "Oh god, fuck me baby, fuck me on the kitchen counter I want the house to be covered in our sex." Paul lifted her body off the table, his cock never leaving her snatch and he dropped her on to the cold marble of the kitchen counter. He hadn't been gentle and Sarah's head banged in to the upper cabinet but the pain and rough treatment just fuelled her lust.

Paul was clearly more worked up than usual and his pace and intensity were growing. "Yes, that's it, fill me baby. Sully me in our kitchen with your hot cum." The idea of it, coupled with Paul's unrelenting thrusting brought on her own orgasm and they both called to the rafters as Paul's thick, potent seed flooded her.

They stayed still for a moment panting and coming back to themselves before locking eyes, laughing and kissing tenderly. This was always one of Sarah's favourite parts. The madness of lust had passed a little and she could enjoy the feeling of his cock buried inside her, linking their bodies together together with his lovely cum held in place deep inside. They continued to kiss gently for a while and Paul's cock was showing no sign of softening. He began to make slow delicate thrusts again. Sarah put her hand on his chest and broke the kiss "Stop for a moment and let me down. I want to move location."

He withdrew his cock from her and she took a moment to relish he slow withdrawal and subsequent mixture of relief and yearning for its return. He lowered her off the counter and she took him by the hand and led him to the living room. She sat him in Tom's favourite spot and kneeled in front of him and took hold of his beautiful member. It was glistening with a mixture of their juices and she took a moment to admire it as she lowly worked her hand up and down it. She enjoyed its wight and the feel of the veins moving under her hand. She moved her head closer and admired the darker textured skin of his wide swollen head. She ran her tongue up it and enjoyed he slickness and intoxicating taste of their combined passions. She took her time. There was still plenty of time before Tom got home and whilst she was convinced that Paul's stamina and insatiable desire could keep him running at max for the whole time she wanted to pace things.

She held his cock up near her face so Paul could see the comparison of how big his cock was in relation to her as she spoke "You know I barely ever sucked my husband's cock. I found it boring, but I could suck this beauty all day." She went back to her gentle tonguing of his shaft and helmet and enjoyed listening to Paul's gentle moans and sighs. "You know, you're sitting in his favourite chair?"

"I am?"

"Mm Hmm" she hummed in conformation with one of his heavy balls filling her mouth. She released it with a soft pop "I couldn't think of a better place to worship your cock" and she plunged her moth down over the head of his cock and did her best to take of much of it in her moth as she could. She could never hope to deep throat him but had learned that he adored a lengthy oral teasing. So that's what she did for the next half an hour. She licked and stroked, sucked and stroked, enough to keep him hard and horny but never enough to bring him over the edge. Occasionally she would be rewarded with a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip of his cock and she would relish these little treats and revel in his masculine taste. Paul cock was permanently hard to bursting. the skin on his helmet was taught and smooth as she teased her lips over it.

Eventually Paul could take no more and he pulled her head back by her hair. Sarah gasped and smiled at his display of dominance as they stood together and he threw her forward to where he had been sitting. He grabbed her now exposed rear and pulled her onto his dick. He pushed her head down so it was pressed against the back of the chair and with the other hand he pulled one of her arms back and was using it as a handle to pull himself into her all the harder. Sarah's eyes were rolling back at the mix of physical stimulation and the sheer dominance of the position. Throughout the fucking she couldn't remember how many times she came. After he came in her he pulled out and left her there, sprawled against the back of the chair her pussy dripping cum right onto the seat. Paul disappeared for a moment and retuned with water. Having regained some of her faculties Sarah slithered off the chair and cleaned his cock with her mouth. She was revelling in the subservience before eventually, tired but smiling she got to her feet and downed the water.

Sarah Threw on a robe and passed her husbands to Paul. It didn't even come close to fitting him and they both had a laugh at the attempt. He eventually had to put his trousers back on while they went back to the kitchen and ignoring the carnage from earlier had a snack and more fluids. Paul looked at the clock on the wall and announced that they should probably clean up and he should get off before Tom got back. Sarah looked coy and said "What if you were still here?"

"Pardon?"

"I said, what if you were still here when he got home?" and she fixed his eyes with hers.

"You mean like I'm a friend or something?"

"I kind of meant balls deep in my pussy."

"I..." Paul was genuinely speechless for a moment. Sarah was holding her breath. She was panicked that she had misread his intentions with her. Slowly Paul's face shifted into a wide smile. "Are you moving in? If so I will go bankrupt. I will not want to tear myself away from you."

Sarah went to him and sat in his lap and Paul spoke excitedly about how things were going to be while she kissed and stroked him and nodded at all his enthusiastic suggestions.