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By Lord Komawara (Anon address)


My wife and I were having problems she was becoming her mother, who is most definitely the ruler of her household. The hard part for her was that I was not reacting like her father, who would back down the minute his wife raised her voice.

People feared my mother-in-law, she had the reputation about town as a no-nonsense, don't-mess-with-me-oryou'll-be-sorry, bitch. Neither mother nor her daughter knew what to do with me, because I had no fear of either of them, and did not follow their rules of how men should be meek.

My wife was getting harder and harder to be around she was becoming an accomplished nag, and would constantly try to embarrass me in front of mutual friends.

At the time I worked for a company that had regular business meetings in various locations. They were often three days in length, and consisted of a small team of approximately 10-12 people. It was the middle of summer and my manager set up a meeting on a resort island.

The first day was pretty normal, and that evening it was decided that the team would go to a local nightclub that had live bands in the evening. When we arrived at the nightclub one of the women on the team and I started talking. I knew her slightly, but only just. But we found that we had a connection, having lots of things in common.

She was drinking, I was not, and as the evening wore on she decided she needed to get some air. I went with her, with no ulterior motive, truly going only to make sure that she was safe; she'd had quite a bit to drink.

We walked to a nearby beach, and as she turned to say something to me we bumped into each other. Somehow, someway, I'm still not quite sure how, we suddenly kissed lightly.

Then in mutual silent consent, we sat down on a log and turned a light kiss into a long and passionate one. I'm not sure why she was doing it, but for me it was a closeness that I had not had with anybody for more than a year. I did not realize how lonely I truly was until that moment.

I felt guilty, because she had been drinking and I was married, so I stopped before we went any farther than kissing. She seemed quite willing to go further, but I had no desire to take advantage of her.


The next day was hard on a lot of people. Most had hangovers, and it was a long day. As we were coming back from lunch, she stopped me and asked me what happened the night before. I told her I hadn't wanted to take advantage of her, but that I was not sorry that we'd kissed.

That evening her and I went for another walk along the beach, and talked about our lives. She told me that she was getting married soon, and did not know what had possessed her last evening. She then told me that she only wished she had been sober enough to truly enjoy it.

I turned to her and said, "Well, you're sober now."

Almost as if we were one person we leaned in to kiss each other. Suddenly we realized that we were in a public place, and ended walking up into some sand dunes.

There, we kissed and talked, then kissed some more. She eventually told me that she liked to be told what to do sexually not the same as being dominated, but in the same vein. She had been touching me, and she was clearly waiting for me to tell her what to do next.

Looking into her eyes and feeling a heart-pounding excitement, I told her I wanted her to kiss me. I leaned in to kiss her, but she was not there. It was dark enough out that it was difficult to see each other. I called out to her. Then I felt her hand move to my zipper.

"I'm going to kiss you," she said in a whisper.

I was quite confused as to what I should do. After all, I was married, and this shouldn't be happening, but I couldn't stop her.

She finished unzipping the fly to my pants, and started to pull me out. I had to help here because she was having an incredible amount of trouble getting through my underwear. Finally I just tugged my pants down so that I was sitting there with my body unclothed from the waist down to my knees. It felt incredibly exciting.

First I felt her kiss the tip of my dick, and suddenly I was deep in her mouth. I was kind of in a state of shock here I was sitting in the middle of the sand dunes and a woman who was not my wife was sucking on me. She was better than my wife, using her up motion to lick me, pushing against me with her tongue. Her right hand was holding the base while her left hand started scratching lightly under my balls. It was so different to have a woman actually "want" to give me a blowjob.

She suddenly stopped, and said, "I want you to cum," then she licked the tip and slowly worked me into her mouth again.

After several minutes of continuous stimulation I had to admit that I was having a hard time cumming it was not due to a lack of skill on her part, but nervous guilt on mine.

What she did was quite good, she would stop every so often with me deep in her mouth and I could feel her tongue moving up and down on me. Then she would speed up and slow down, it was quite clear she enjoyed what she was doing. Still, it seemed to me I was going to take a while to cum.

Finally she stopped and asked, "What do you want me to do with your cum?"

That changed matters completely. I told her I wanted her to swallow it, and she laughed, "I didn't really need to ask, did I? I would have anyway, I really like the taste."

I let her tell me the lie I wanted to hear, and she went back to work. But something was different now, knowing she was going to swallow my cum, knowing that she was willing to. God, she was hot.

Soon, I could feel myself getting closer and closer, but I held back as best I could. My orgasms have always been stronger if I hold them off.

But soon got to the point where I would not be able to hold back much longer and moaned, "I'm going to cum soon."

She started making little sounds, like humming, telling me she wanted it. Apparently somebody had told her exactly what men want to hear. There isn't a man alive who wouldn't love a woman to pretend she liked the taste of his cum, and that she wanted him to cum in her mouth.

As I felt the warmth spread though my loins I could tell I was going to have a good orgasm. My body began to jerk uncontrollably as I felt my cum build. The first jet was incredible, but didn't pale in comparison to the second.

Why? Because she didn't stop, she kept right on licking and sucking as I came. My cum kept shooting out of me into her mouth, lots of it, it had been weeks since I'd jacked-off.

I heard her making more little mewling sounds, and it just made me cum all the harder. I was in male-heaven. Then I moved to the stage where the spasms pushed forth no more cum, but she kept going, only slowing when I touched her head.

She took great care in letting me out of her mouth, which told me she had not swallowed my cum. That did not really bother me if she just wanted to tell me that to make me come faster I was fine with it.

Then I felt her move up against me and put her head next to mine, and she swallowed in a loud, exaggerated manner. "I wanted you to hear me swallow it," was all she said.

It was the most erotic sex I've ever had. I wanted to return the favor, but she wouldn't let me she was too nervous about our coworkers, and what they'd think of us being gone so long.

I did eventually get to please her as much (hopefully) as she'd pleased me, but not for long. She was engaged and I was married, and we both decided it would be better to stop before we were caught.

We are still friends today, (actually better than just friends) and I still hope that we'll end up reliving that experience again someday.

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