50 Ways to Ditch Your Lover...Plus One PART TWO

No one noticed the extra shadow clinging to Monique's heels, pursuing her through the house, ascending the single flight of stairs behind her. I made sure to keep my distance and followed the breadcrumb trail of her scent or occasional backwards glance. I watched her bunns swish side to side as she cruised down the hallway. I couldn't wait to spread her creamy smooth legs. Would I pin her ankles back like she was wearing earrings? I could bounce her on my lap like a pocket pussy. Maybe I'd fuck her in her asshole and cum on her back. These were all definite possibilities. She led me all the way to the end of the second floor hallway. She peeked inside and scanned the last room in the corridor before fully opening the large wooden door. She waited for me at the entrance with a veiled relaxed smile. It said she'd done this before. Maybe not in Jodi's new digs, but throwing the good-good on a completely strange cock was not new to Monique. I smiled back, placed my hand on the small of her back then let it fall to her delicious rear-end. I gave the cleft of her right cheek a playful pinch. This made her beam brightly. "C'mon baby. Let's get inside before someone sees us.", I directed, giving her a gentle nudge, following her into the bedroom. I gave the hallway one last inspection, looking for my girlfriend, Dana. It would take her at least 45 minutes to get home and back even if she caught her dog quickly. That meant that I probably had 20-30 minutes to fuck the lining out of Monique's well seasoned pussy. The door made a snitching squeak and a loud click when I turned the lock. The clock was ticking. I wasted no time and approached Monique from behind. She was crossing the room to shut the blinds. She held the draw chords and I held her tits cupped in my hands. They were surprisingly firm for a woman of her years. The sunlight dimmed, fading with the closing of the blinds. I kissed the side of Monique's neck and behind her right earlobe. She placed her hands over mine, urging me on. "Mmm, that's nice.", she crooned and pushed her ass into the raging hard on I was now sporting for her. Like a scraping hunger gnawing at my ardent libido, I wanted to fuck Monique so badly my cock throbbed. I managed to control my urge, thinking, {There's always time for foreplay.} I groped Monique's breasts with my left hand while my other ventured past the slit of her skirt to squeeze her box. Her swollen peach filled my hand. I massaged it through her moist cotton panties. She let out a gasp of approval when my digits slipped beneath the edges to finger her juicy wet pussy. I breathed my randy aspirations into her ear. "I want to taste your pussy, Monique.", I said, turning her around. I placed my hands on her hips as she reached upwards, sliding her hands over my broad chest. Standing at 5'2", I had to bow to her from my 6'2" towering position. When our lips met for the first time the sweet taste of her apricot kiss flooded my palate. We exchanged oral fluids in a surge of passion. I'm not sure who's tongue was the first to enter the other's mouth. It didn't matter. We gave in to the carnal yearning for each other's touch. Sweet as her lips were, there was still something off about kissing Monigue, but I couldn't quite place it. I swept her off her feet. Her cheap plastic flip-flops dangled momentarily before making a muffled thump crashing to the carpeted floor beneath us. The rosey flush soles of her feet swayed up and down. She swung her legs gleefully while I carried her in my arms. She broke our lip lock to declare, "Oh my. I do love a strong man. Did you lock the door?", she asked unnecessarily. "Of course I did.", I informed laying her across the freshly made queen sized bed. "Good, this is the guest room but my daughter likes to keep tabs on me...I wonder why...tee-hee." she said giggling as she knelt on the bed and unzipped the back of her skirt. I remained silent, watching her undress. She pulled the denims past her bubble and down her legs while I busied myself with the removal of my shirt, shoes and pants. Monique took off her skirt but stopped undressing, leaving her t-shirt and powder blue Pradas on when she saw my bullhead extending three inches above my waistband. "Oh my God!! Is that real!! Oh fuck yes, I gotta suck that!!", she said, crawling across the bed. I'd barely kicked my briefs off before Monique cradled my balls and started sanding my shaft with her thick rasping tongue. Her mouth hung open as she leisurely painted my tool from the base of my rod to the tip. "Do you like that, Den?", she asked. Of course I did and let her know by leaning over to give her a deep wet kiss. I lifted her chin and sucked her tongue into my mouth. There was that same odd sensation, like she was toying with something in her mouth. I didn't see it the whole time we talked or made out. Not even when she was polishing my knob. I only saw it when I towered over her by the bed and withdrew from her lips. A shining bobble glistened on her thick tongue. I got even more turned on than I already was. I'd never received a blowjob from a woman with a pierced tongue. I guess my excitement and shit eating grin made it pretty obvious to Monique. She flicked her tongue at me to show off her jewel, then tightened the grip she held my shaft by. "What? Do you like my piercing? You ain't seen nothin' yet, honey.", she said, offering a single puckered kiss to my balls. "If you think that little bit felt good.", she added, flicking the bead on the sensitive skin beneath my bullhead, "Let me show you what I can REALLY do with this." Like I said there's always time for foreplay...and a good blowjob counts double.

I ran my fingers through Monique's fine blonde hair while she sucked, teased and chewed on my wood. She made the sensitive skin below my bullhead pulsate. Precum spilled from the tip of my bat like molasses in the summertime, warm and sticky. She covetously lapped it up making sure to catch any tacky discharge that drizzled down my shaft. I was fit to bust. I leaned forward with one knee placed on the bed and gripped the scruff on Monique's neck firmly. I pitched her head back and forth rapidly onto my bat. Her mouth made a damp swallowing sound. [GLULP-GLULP-GLULP] It seemed to turn her on as much as her moist, mushy mouth wrapped around my cock turned me on. Monique had skills and showed off just how talented she was. With each pump of her face, she let a little more of cock slip down her throat, until my entire rod descended her esophagus. I could feel my golf ball sized helmet buffing her tonsils. I thought she would choke on my nine inch hammer. Instead, she shook her pursed lips savagely against the base of my pole before coming up for air. "Ahhh, you taste delicious.", she exclaimed, holding my blood engorged erection against her cheek. A thin string of saliva seeped from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it on her forearm, then stuck her tongue out once more, flicking it and showing off her bedazzling gem. I was impressed by her fallacious prowess and wanted to return the oral gift. I stroked my cock a few times and bounced it on her lips. More precum leaked from the tip. She smeared it on her left cheek as if it were a favorite shade of Covergirl blush and opened her mouth wide for seconds. I placed the palm of my right hand on her cheek and said, "No, baby. It's my turn to pleasure you." She offered a demure smile and laid on her back. I crawled into the bed and gently pushed her legs apart at her kneecaps. I knelt there briefly admiring the dark patch building at the crotch of her panties. Monique was getting antsy and drew her legs up the bedsheets. She raised and pointed her toes, extending her legs before letting them fall wide open bent at her knees. She slipped her fingers under the elastic band of her undies, rubbed her buttered biscuit, flicked her bead and gyrated her hips in seductive little circles. I heard the knuckles in her toes pop in ruttish anticipation. She curled her fingers into a come hither hook and beckoned, "Mmm, I want you inside me so bad...I'm so fucking wet." She purred, skimming her feet up and down the surface of the bed once more. She withdrew her digits as I pulled the damp pocket to the side. "Not before I sample your honey, Monique.", I informed her. A slippery finger drew a dewy line of her vaginal juice across my cheek. I took Monique's wrist and brought it to my face. Her forearm was smothered in the scent of Chanel No.5. I lovingly kissed the surface of her wrist where I could feel the cadence of her pulse beating into my lips. Surprising her, I took her nectar covered finger into my mouth and suckled. She swiveled her hips, lifting and pushing her juicy peach off the bed and towards me. A wedgie formed, but I gave her underwear a tug, peeling them free from her buttcrack, over her thighs and down her legs. Lowering my face to her pussy, I was met by the sugary sweet scent of honeysuckle and Chanel. It blanketed my senses, like a decadently surreal fog. My lips touched her swollen vulva. My tongue grazed a metal ring. This time, to my surprise and liking, Monique's clit and puffy upper labia were pierced. I sucked her shimmering pearl into my mouth and I fingered her shaved box. She held the back of my head, pulling my face into her sopping wet pussy. She cooed and moaned, sighing deeply as I devoured her honeypot. I reached for her breast, moving my right hand under her shirt to fondle a bra covered tit. "Wait Den, help me take this off.", she said, pulling her shirt over her head. I stopped feasting on the nectar spilling from the petals of her flower. I could have stayed there for hours if we'd only had more time, instead I assisted her as requested. I unhooked her bra and watched her buoyant tits fall out. "Well, well, well. Aren't you just a pin cushion of surprises.", I said jokingly about the barbells she had hanging from her plump pink nipples. She chuckled, lifting her breast to her mouth and licking the nipple ring of one hefty tit. Repositioning herself beneath me she asked, "Do you like them? I got my ink and bling done back in the day when I was bankin' on a stripper pole down in Florida." "Fuck yea, Moni!! I love them.", I said, kissing her on the jewel poking out of her navel. There's something to be said about the classic elegance and sophisticated style of an older woman. Especially one as free spirited and expressive as Monique. 

I pushed her smooth soft legs apart with my own, preparing to mount her at last. I fell into an excited trance, lost in her gaze when we locked eyes. The piquant tart taste of her syrupy pussy lingered on my taste buds. My cock jumped, smacking my stomach with fervent force. [THWACK!!] Monique gripped my swollen dick, stroking it, fueling the fire of our ruttish endeavors with her explicit cravings. "Oh my God, Den. This is such a big cock, Mmm.", she flattered and continued, "But wait. I need to tell you something. I need you to know, I'm not just an easy piece of ass." {Could of fooled me.}, I thought laughing inside. "I've been thinking about you since you first got here. I watched you walking around, flirting with that woman and thought "why" should she be the only one who gets all your attention?...to be touched?...to be treated like she's the only woman in the room?" The answer was pretty fuckin' obvious. She's my girlfriend, but I kept my mouth shut and listened to Monique's disclosure while she squeezed my lemon. "My husband's a long haul trucker. He's driving in from out of state today. He leaves me all alone at home while he's on the road. I know he's cheating. I can smell the lot lizards on his clothes.", she said with a sadness turning to scorn in her eyes. It still didn't make our infidelity right. Hers or my own, but I understood and thought  {Left alone, easy to bone...YOLO, D. Fuck her. Fuck her good. Give her something to talk about at book club.} I smiled lustfully at Monique, having made up my mind to fuck the brakes off her sexy ass, long before her confession. Although I felt like a complete hypocrite, I qualified our lewd activity, "I feel you, baby. That cheating bastard doesn't deserve you. What say we pour a bucket of cum in his gas tank?" "Oh my goodness, Den! You're such a scoundrel!", she said, beaming and needlessly mouthed the words, "Fuck me." Like a heat seeking missile, my cock found the gateway to her steaming hot pussy. With my bullhead pressed snuggly against her vulva, I split her inner labia. There was a brief moment of resistance before her lips gave way, engulfing my helmet in a fleshy blanket. I slid my beast a few inches inside Monique's pussy. She tickled my ear with the sweet breath of her euphoric release. I kissed her tenderly, the way only lovers kiss. With our mouths pressed together, our tongues quickly reunited like long lost friends. My rod descended her vaginal canal on its hedonistic journey. I thought she'd be sloppy for her age. You know, rode hard and put away wet. Really fuckin' lose but instead she was still tight. Monique was anything but used up. Evidently, she hadn't been stretched out for quite some time. I was going to enjoy this unexpected tactile gift. Her juices flowed freely coating my shaft. Her oven was set to broil and my meat sizzled inside of her. She placed a graceful arm around my neck and one hand on my chest as she adjusted her bottom to receive the pounding my mallet was about to deliver. "That's it baby. Gimme that pussy.", I said, pushing my swollen cock into the darkest depths of her wet well. Monique opened her mouth, her jaw dropped. Her eyes grew wide then relaxed, closing into a dreamy state of ecstasy. She clung to my neck and rib cage. "Mmm, yes baby. That's the spot. You got it. Fuck me, yes. Like this, mmm, fuck me.", she mewed sinking her teeth into my left shoulder in salacious satisfaction. I placed my hand behind her neck and drove my cock repeatedly back and forth inside her creamy pussy. It made a slushy sound like rubber boots in a damp puddle. Her head fell back, lolling from side to side in our embrace. She churned her butter filled box in small exacting circles around my engorged tool. "Damn, Monique, you feel so fuckin good.", I commended as I grinded my genitals into hers. She continued to chop back against the deep dick fuck I was throwing on her. Her moans grew increasingly louder in volume. She was earning her nickname. "Mmm!! Take it, baby!! Take that pussy!! Mmm!!", she howled. I looked towards the door. I knew I'd locked it, but this wasn't my pad. Jodi or Patrick could come bursting in at any second. "FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!! Take me, baby, I love the way your cock feels inside me!!", she wailed like a banshee. I was sure someone had to have heard her, but she felt too good to stop. Her passionate cries only resulted in more grinding...more splashing in her pool. My conscience held a brief battle internally. One voice said to me, { Den, what about Dana? She'll be back any minute.} The other voice said, {Fuck her. It's what she gets for leaving you behind.} Undeniably truthful, voice number one closed with, {You do know, if she catches you it's all over...your ass is walking home.} Voice number two nullified any further argument with, {So fuckin' what!?!? Didn't she step out on you twice in the first month of dating her. Those weren't your nasty ass nut filled condoms you found in her bathroom trash can.} I came to a swift final decision and agreed. I continued to pump Monique's lathered pussy with energetic enthusiasm. She shook and convulsed, letting fly a litany of obscenities. All the while I'd been examining my moral compass, Monique had rapidly approached a gargantuan orgasm. "FUHCK, FUHHCK, FUHHHCK MEEE!!! YES, YES, YES!! I'M CUUMMMMIINNGGG!!," she cried out loudly. I slid my wood inside Monique's hungry snapper again and again and again...and yet again. She was feeling much looser this time. More like a woman of her age, but more luscious and velvety smooth than I could have imagined. It was as if her vadge was an oven fresh cream filled eclair and my rod a ladle dipping into her warm sweet custard. I dropped my pole inside her pond a couple more times before requesting from her what I'd been thinking since the moment we'd walked into the guest room. "Turn around for me, Monique. Let me ride that bubble, baby.", I said, pushing myself up and off of her. Monique looked like she was in the heated throws of an orgasmic fire when I pulled out of her. Her honeyed discharge covered my cock and oozed from her blushing butterfly winged pussy lips. Her pleasure palace had been ransacked. I watched Monique closely, taking in every subtle detail and committing them to memory. Her passion fruit was ripe, red and swollen. It glistened even in the waning light. Her neck, chest and face was flush with vivid glowing color. Perspiration had collected at her temple making her blonde locks stick and clump together at her hairline. Her entire vulva had turned a scarlet shade only a mind-blowing orgasm could have produced. Her eyes were still only half open, more like floating in a state of sexual delirium. She was breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating, but she nodded in approval to my indiscriminate request.

Monique tried turning around on wobbly legs. Her first attempt was an utter failure. Had I not caught her by her middle she would have tumbled from the bed onto the floor. She giggled and chortled through her nose. "Wooo-boy!! That was nice!! I haven't been fucked like that since, well since I don't know when...and your kisses...oh my God, Den. Who taught you how to kiss like that? Mmm-mmm good!!", she complimented, licking her pink lips. Modestly, I returned, "It takes two, baby." and gave her another deep tonguey kiss. I groped Monique's tits while we made out. Her barbell adorned nipples were as plump as black olives with rough and bumpy areolas surrounding them. She was giddy and all smiles. I thought to myself, {Cock drunk, yup...seen it all too many times.} We shared one more long titillating kiss before getting into position. Monique knelt on all fours facing the door. I got behind her to wax my shaft in her aftermath. I smeared her lady juice on my bullhead, coating it in natural lube. "Is it gonna hurt?", she asked looking over her left shoulder with a touch of trepidation emanating from her steely blue eyes. I couldn't and wouldn't lie to her. Not after all we'd discussed. It was going to hurt, but only at first. I moved her hair to the side so I could kiss the back of her neck. There was a patch of fine frog-hair coated in her sweat. I paused before answering and affectionately massaged her neck. I kissed her behind her right ear. We didn't have lube. That would have made things very different, so I licked my index finger and slid it inside her asshole. She was tight. Her sphincter clenched around it reflexively. "Yes, Monique...it will hurt, but only a little more than this. Do you trust me?", I tried to comfort her by easing my finger in and out of her rump and to test just how tight she was. "Fuck no, I don't trust you, Den. I just met you and you're a cheater...just like I am...just like my lowlife husband, but I do want to feel that beast of yours inside my ass. That we can both trust.", she said, assuming a kneeling downward dog yoga pose. I nodded my head in agreement. Her candor was refreshing. She aimed her saddle at me in preparation. Her lotus blossom tramp stamp was a thing of beauty. It was colorful, bright and vibrant. Just like Monique. I couldn't resist the urge to kiss it and slid my cock between the tops of her cushiony butt cheeks. I moved her legs apart and tenderly rubbed her inner thighs. I bent to lick her pussy. To get her hot and bothered to the point of no return. Monique cooed softly and said, "I'm sorry. Thank you. I'm...I'm ready." With that, I pressed my bullhead against her anus. The long peach colored spokes on her wheel formed a perfect concentric spiral pointing the way to her backdoor. Her cinnamon ring hesitantly opened. It reminded me of a pink starfish. My helmet pushed past her rectum. She let a sharp chirp escape her mouth. "Ow-ow, ouch.", she stuttered. I asked Monique, "Do you want to stop? It's going to hurt a little bit more...then...then, I think you're going to like it." She responded quickly, "NO, I've been fucked in my ass before...but never with a cock as big as yours. I can take it...just go slow...Please." "You got it baby.", I replied almost as an afterthought. With that simple permission, I was already pushing past her fleshy plug. Then in the blink of an eye, I was in Monique's tight butthole. Three inches of my shaft sank with deliberate purpose. She groused again and shifted on her legs. Her toes clenched and cracked again. I caressed her right butt cheek, kneading its cleft gingerly as I pulled back slightly. "Mmm, that's better. I think I...", she said but fell short of expressing her thoughts. Mid sentence, I dropped my cock down her elevator shaft to her basement. I'd breached the gates of her rectal dungeon. She felt the full girth and length of my rod reaching deep inside her. She trembled beneath my weight. I held her securely, yet affectionately. "How's that feel, Moni?", I asked in genuine concern, releasing her. Monique folded her arms in front of herself. There was a little reflexive jerk, like a muscle spasm. She rested her head on a nearby pillow. Taking in ragged shallow breaths she swayed, adjusting her hips. Her can was full of dick but she did not wince nor cry out. She squeezed my junk firmly inside her trunk as she wiggled her bottom. She extended her arms, grabbing hold of the sheets in front of us. I actually thought that I'd thrown too much dick on her all at once when a guttural, throaty growl leapt from her mouth. She rocked forward then eased herself back onto my mallet. She turned to look at me over her shoulder. I was resting my hands on both of her cheeks when Monique smiled and said something I'll never forget. It was magical. Her next words were, "That's a whole lotta dick you got there, but I'm ready for you, baby. Pull my hair and slap my ass. Make it yours, Den. Make it yours."

I reached for a handful of Monique's willowy hair. She closed her eyes tightly and with an impish grin lowered her head back to the pillow. Tiny crows feet appeared in the corners of her enchanting orbs accented by her dimpled cheeks. I pushed down on her tramp stamp and yanked on her thick blonde mane. "Mmmmm-grrr.", she groaned as I laid pipe to her backside. My rod travelled slowly back and forth inside her still taut trunk. I wanted to relish the feeling, the warmth of the heat she gave off as I long stroked her butt. Moving at a snail's pace, my tool was smothered, suffocated and throttled by her rectal canal gripping my shaft. Exercising deliberate patience, I explored every inch of Monique's mouth-watering rear end. I watched in marvel at the way her anus clung to my shaft. When her sphincter finally relaxed, my rod entered and exited her butt with ease. There was a well lubed gleam making my veins stand out like interstate routes on a map. She continued to moan softly. She was starting to like it, to crave it. She threw her seat into the oncoming thrust of my cock. Hedonistic delight was written all over our faces. I released her hair and palmed her ass. "Do you like that Monique? There's more where that came from.", I said, increasing the speed of my stroke as I drew my hand back to let loose a crisp slap to a beefy bun. She let out a loud shriek when my hand met her right butt cheek. I looked towards the door once again. I was focused on fucking Monique in her oh-so sweet, round derriere, but the thought of Dana crept through my mind once more. Oddly enough, it wasn't the thought of the well earned chewing out I'd receive or even the break up that was sure to follow. Instead it was the thought of getting caught by her that bounced around in my head and got me all the more excited. My chisel got hard as a rock hard. Talk about a rush. It was the kind of exhilaration one only gets when having sex in public and Monique was poised to be on the receiving end of all my randy enthusiasm. Like a hunger scraping at the door. A velvet itch grew deep within my balls. I felt the urge to cum building. Monique started stirring and heaving herself upon my junk. Her ass felt like a treasure chest filled with warm wet silk. Best of all, Monique was feeling it too. She started churning and moaning, "Ohhh, fuck yes. Don't stop. Don't stop." Her generosity was appreciated, but moot. I had no intention of stopping, not until the last drops of cum shot from my sac. I gave Monique's rear-end another solid smack. [SMACKLE!] This time it echoed in the room and left a huge red palm print on her milky white honey buns. She bellowed her approval, "OOHHH, FUHHHCK ME, YESS!!!" We were both to the point that we started to sweat. We were ready to cum and it showed. Her throaty voice roared, urging me on, "HIT IT!!...HIT IT!!...HIT IT!!...HIT IT!!...HIT IT!!", she repeated loudly over and over. Neither of us heard the latch click and the door softly shush open.

I shot a hot load of cum into Monique's ass. She reflexively bucked backwards, tossing her head upwards towards the ceiling with her eyes closed. I was grabbing her breast when the second volley went off. She shook and moaned, holding my hands firmly against her tits. I tugged on her nipple piercings. She came unhinged. Her legs and feet beat the bed on either side of us. Her breath came out in a broken burst of sexually sated pants. I held her firmly, paralyzed by shameless satisfaction and the uncontrollable urge to cum again. The sweet stench of our sexual exploits lingered heavily in the air. It was like trying to breathe through a damp cloth. I guess it's true...timing is everything. Two voices cried out in unison, blending into one crescendo of surprise and disapproval. "MOM!! DEN!! WHAT THE FUCK!!", said Jodi and Dana simultaneously. Monique fell forward with the proper look of a woman that just had her ass reamed by a tree trunk. My cock slipped out of her booty just in time for a final surge of cum to shoot from my dick. It traveled up and over Monique's back and towards the gathered onlookers. Oh yes, it was more than just Jodi and Dana. There were around a dozen house guests standing outside the doorway with Patrick trying to hold them back before they could bear witness to the grand finale.

Needless to say, Dana and I broke up right there on the spot. Could you blame her? I didn't. The entire time Monique and I dressed ourselves, Dana and Jodi bitched and buzzed around us like a nest of angry hornets. If not for Patrick, I think the pair would have tried to rip us to shreds...well, rip me to shreds at the very least. And go figure, Monique's husband did get lost on the way to Jodi's place and arrived even later than expected. He got turned around on a county road that took him way off course. At least that was the excuse he tried to sell her. Which was fine by us. You see, after the verbal tongue thrashing we both took from Jodi and Dana and the arguments that followed, the party ended early. Monique wound up driving me back to my apartment where she spent some more quality time in my bed...on her back and on her knees. I guess Monique was just a horny hot wife going through a midlife crisis with an unfaithful spouse. On the drive over to my place a prophetic song came on the radio. We couldn't help but burst out laughing at the irony of the lyrics and made up a new verse all of our own. "Get caught cummin' real slow, Mo.", I sang. She added, "You should-ah cum on my chin, Den." In perfect harmony, we sang the hook together, "and set yo'self free."

The images for this story were provided by the internet.
The mature and oh-so talented model for this story has been none other than the blue eyed bombshell, Cammille Austin. She's about as close as they "cum" to Monique as I could find.
I hope you enjoyed the pics

Fini,

Den