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I grunted loudly as I pumped my seed into her mouth while she expertly caught every drop, letting none of it escape. My hand kneaded her breast as she sucked every drop of cum out of me. She didn't swallow, nor spat it out. She continued sucking on my cock, letting my cum drool out of her mouth and coating my cock with it. I jerked and shivered as she relentlessly kept on teasing the the ohh so sensitive post orgasmic head, licking the cum coated tip with the tip of her tongue, before sucking it like a lollipop. My cock started to go soft, but the perfect lubrication from my cum and her expert hands and mouth kept it at bay, and kept me hard. She then straddled me and took my cock in her tight pussy and started to ride me slowly as her lips found mine and we moaned into each other's mouths. She kept riding me till she came on my cock and bit my lower lip hard to keep herself from screaming. Her spasming pussy coaxed cum out of my balls as I moaned into her mouth as my cock spat cum inside her hungry pussy.
She got off me and straightened her nightgown before kissing me good night and going to her bedroom where her husband was asleep.
Her name is Maham, happily married, mother of two kids. I had known her since our college days. Although we never dated officially, we were fuck buddies and no one knew. It was our little secret. It started at a new year's party back in college and since then, there was no looking back. Even when she moved abroad, whenever she visited, we set aside time out to meet and fuck. There are some people you connect with sexually, the kind of sex the average human being cannot experience nor fathom. Whether it was the illicitness of our relationship or that we matched each other's sexual energies, I do not know. But sex with her was at a different level for both of us, and we both knew we cannot experience the same level with any of our other, legitimate partners.
At 5 feet 2 inches, she was the ideal size to pick up, push against the wall and fuck. Her body was to die for. Nice shapely, more than a handful of ass, the seductive ass cheeks parted by a lickable ass crack, flowing seamlessly to culminate in to that wrinkly piece of skin between her asshole and pussy, developing into beautiful thick lips encasing her heavenly, tight pussy, packed between inner labia that were thick, and protruding from her outer labia, topped by the largest, thickest clit I have ever come across. We sometimes joked it was a tiny little dick that she had. But her pussy was sight for sore eyes. Her belly button was delicious and perfectly sculpted. She didn't have a flat tummy ever, but had just the right amount of tummy flowing up to form beautiful breasts, much more than a handful, and breasts she was proud of. The two beautiful mounds of pleasure were topped with large, magenta colored areola having thick nipples standing proudly from them. She had beautiful silky hair, falling just below her shoulders, the most enchanting almond shaped eyes, you could look into for hours and lips made to suck cock.
She knew she was the object of desire for many men.
When we started sleeping together in college, she was single. I had a girlfriend. She didn't stop. She just said she needed my cock whenever and wherever she asked for it. That was the deal. I was 18. Why wouldn't I agree? And thus started a lifelong fuck buddy relationship, which, honestly, neither of us knew would last so long. Her boyfriends came and went, my girlfriends came and went. We remained constant. She married. We remained constant. She got pregnant - twice - we remained constant. I got married. And divorced. We remained constant.
Why didn't we become something more, some of you may wonder? Well, our logic, to which we both agreed, was that the beauty of what we had, the illicit sex, the thrill of it, the no strings attached dynamics of the relationship will go away if we became a couple. So we did not. And we have no regrets. Getting to live the best of both worlds. No judgements. No masks which we wear in the everyday life to please society. Nothing. Just two people being their truest selves for a few minutes, or hours or a few days, whenever they met. That is what kept us from becoming a couple. And oh it is so beautiful.
When we started sleeping together, it was between us. No one knew, although I had some friends with me at the party where it happened for the first time, and they suspect, but we didn't admit, only said we just kissed. Since that time, she teased me and I returned the favour. And it was fun. My girlfriend at the time was a firm believer of saving
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