1. Herbal Remedy


    Date: 4/12/2018, Categories: Mature, Author: mrotis, Source: LushStories

    My wife and I met when we were both in our mid-thirties at a convention in San Francisco. I lived in New York and Leah lived in London. We soon figured out that both of us were recently divorced and therefore available. We immediately hit it off, and I was very pleased when she accepted my invitation for dinner. Three things attracted me to Leah. I am short, but she is much shorter. less than five feet tall. Secondly, her chest is out of proportion to her height. She wears a 34E bra, and her small stature accentuates the size of her breasts. Finally, Leah has a bubbling personality which can border on the demanding when she really wants something. That’s okay, because I like assertive women. After dinner, we stopped off at the bar in her hotel. After two cognacs, the conversation turned to our past relationships. Leah was amazingly open, and I quickly learned that she was much more sexually experienced than I. She later went to the ladies’ room and returned with a couple of extra blouse buttons unfastened, revealing a generous amount of cleavage supported by a lacy purple bra. After more drinks and sexual discussion, I finally mustered the courage to ask whether it was too early in our relationship to go somewhere more private. Leah replied in her lovely British accent: “Actually, I was wondering if it was too early in our relationship for you to fuck me.” Within five minutes, we were in her hotel room, our clothes were off and she was giving me the best blowjob I had ever ...
    had. By morning, I had come three times: in her mouth, in her pussy and deep up her arse (her pronunciation, not mine). We never made it to the convention the next day… we were too busy fucking. We finally left the room to go to lunch (and also to allow the maid to change the sheets). Leah said she was really hungry, so she dressed quickly; a very tight white t-shirt over a pair of jeans and tall black boots. No underwear. I don’t know what concerned me more, whether her nipples were going to burst through the thin material of her tight top or whether my erection would burst through my trousers. I moved to London six months later, and we soon married. Leah and I continued to have fantastic sex. One night, as we returned home from seeing a film, she stopped on the staircase. She pulled her long, silky skirt up above her waist, revealing hold-up stockings but no underwear. “If I don’t feel your All-American prick in my English cunt within ten seconds, we’re getting a divorce,” she said. I dropped my trousers and entered her as she knelt on the steps. We soon switched positions, with me sitting on a step and Leah forcing her pussy down on my cock reverse cowgirl-style. She rode me while I reached under her sweater and fondled those marvellous tits until she came. She then proceeded to suck me off on the staircase. After she had drained me, she kissed me deeply, pushing my spunk back into my mouth with her tongue. “I always wanted to do that but never had the nerve with other ...
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