“I was just getting comfortable, my lover,” and she flinched as soon as the words were out, but it was true, Sandro was her lover now, and she his. She pushed gently at his shoulders and he rolled to the side, Aurora feeling him slipping from her tight velvet grasp until she was empty save for his semen and the memory of his hardness within her. Reaching between her legs she dipped a finger into her font, raised it to her lips, tasted it on the tip of her tongue and then kissed Sandro. “That’s us, that’s what we taste like,” and she pushed her tongue into his mouth, then out, “and I want more.” She made her way down, took him in her hand. “I want to taste you now, just you,” and she licked him clean. “Now. Just you.”

Aurora took him into her mouth. He was nearly hard now from her licking him, but soft enough that she could take all of him in, and she did, sticking her tongue out to make room in her throat, her lips closing around his shaft, her fingers playing at his hairy balls, a finger tickling between his cheeks. Never had her mouth been so full, felt so satisfied. In a minute he was hard and deep in her throat. She could barely breathe but the excitement was what was really breath-taking. She swung her body over his, straddling his head with her damp pussy, the cum crusted fuzz tickling his nose as he licked the sugar-coated lips.

Their bodies heaved and rose and fell, mouths locked on each other between each other’s thighs, the pleasure almost painful, every nerve alive and screaming for release. Aurora knew that no one could possibly feel this good, that she was the only woman, the only person, in the world to feel this and she thought that if she were to die in the next instant she would die happily with a smile on her lips.

Each time Sandro felt her body begin to tremble, felt her thighs begin to tighten, he’d stop for a second, take a breath, then begin again. Not to be outdone, Aurora would take the increase in his stiffness as a signal to slow, let him escape from her throat, from her mouth, and lick his shaft, or his balls, and once his asshole. That almost got her into her orgasm but she held back, wanting to feel him fill her mouth when she finally let go.

She sat beside him, watching the head of his glistening cock emerge from her pumping fist, then be hidden again, and each time it reappeared she wanted to take him into her mouth again, to savor the taste and feeling of it. She finally did, leaning to him, gripping tightly, feeling the throbbing, placed her lovely lips on the tip, her tongue poking at the tiny hole, then opened her lips as his hips strained upward, until again he was in her throat, her fingers at his balls and asshole, her other hand between her legs, three fingers thrusting deep into her cunt. And as she pleasured her lover and herself she was finally aware of the power she had over him, and her husband as well. She could give pleasure or withhold it, or tease with it, she had no idea how far she would or could go but she knew that with this night her life had changed.