This happened last year when Camille’s husband Rob went to Australia.
The instant Rob’s car vanished down the street for Heathrow Airport, my pulse raced with forbidden excitement. I lingered in the dim alley opposite their house, counting the minutes until Camille’s message lit up my screen: door’s open, come now. Slipping through the front door like a shadow, the house enveloped me in its quiet luxury—the faint aroma of Camille’s lavender body lotion mixing with the polished wood scent of the hallway. She appeared from the kitchen, her silk robe barely tied, eyes gleaming with raw hunger as she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the master bedroom. The marital bed dominated the room, its king-sized frame draped in crisp white sheets and a thick duvet that promised concealment.
We collided onto the mattress, the springs yielding softly under our weight as our mouths fused in a torrent of kisses. My lips pressed firmly against hers, parting to let my tongue sweep inside, tasting the sweetness of her morning coffee lingering on her breath. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer while she ground her hips against my growing erection. I peeled away her robe, revealing her naked body—curves flushed with anticipation, breasts heaving with each breath. Our kisses trailed from her mouth to her jawline, then down her throat, where I sucked gently, feeling her pulse quicken under my tongue.
Pushing her flat against the pillows, I mapped her body with deliberate licks, starting at her collarbone, tracing the delicate hollows before latching onto one nipple. I swirled my tongue around the hardening peak, sucking it deep into my mouth while pinching the other, eliciting her first low moan that vibrated through her chest. She arched her back, pressing into me, her hands tangling in my hair. Lower still, my tongue glided over the soft plane of her stomach, dipping into her belly button before reaching the apex of her thighs. She parted her legs eagerly, her pussy already glistening with arousal. I inhaled her musky scent, then dove in, my tongue flattening against her clit in broad strokes, then flicking rapidly. Her moans grew louder, hips bucking as I plunged two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sensitive spot. Her body tensed, thighs clamping around my head, and she shattered with a prolonged orgasm, her juices coating my chin.
Rising up, I shed my clothes, my cock springing free, thick and veined, aching for her. I aligned myself at her entrance, rubbing the head along her slick folds before thrusting in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight, wet grip of her pussy. We moved together under the duvet, which we pulled over us like a protective veil, creating our private cocoon in this marital bed—our safe haven from the world. Our kisses resumed, deep and consuming, as I picked up pace, my hips snapping forward. She wrapped her legs around my waist, moaning into my mouth with every plunge. The bed creaked rhythmically, her walls fluttering around me as another orgasm built. When she came, her pussy clenched like a vice, milking me until I couldn’t hold back. With a guttural groan against her lips, I buried myself deep and unleashed, my cum spurting in hot ropes, filling her to the brim in a creamy creampie that leaked out as I stayed lodged inside.
After catching our breath, we showered together, but the afternoon sun beckoning us back to the bed. I positioned her at the edge, lifting one foot to my mouth. Her toes were perfectly pedicured, soft skin tasting faintly of lotion. I sucked each one individually, running my tongue along the underside, then licked the arch in long, slow drags. She watched through half-lidded eyes, her free hand slipping between her legs to rub herself, soft moans escaping as arousal rebuilt. Switching feet, I lavished the same attention, my cock twitching back to life. Once satisfied, I crawled up her body, licking a path from her ankles over her calves, knees, thighs—nipping at the sensitive inner skin—until I reached her pussy again. I lapped at her folds, tasting our mixed essences, before rising to kiss her breasts, sucking each nipple until they pebbled anew, then her neck and ears.
She pulled me on top, guiding my cock back into her soaked heat. This time, our fucking was frantic, bodies slapping together under the duvet’s shield. I kissed her bruisingly, tongues battling as sweat slicked our skin. Her moans turned to whimpers, building to a scream muffled by my mouth as she orgasmed, her nails raking my back. The sensation pushed me over, and I thrust erratically, flooding her pussy with another thick creampie, our combined fluids soaking the sheets beneath us.
As dusk settled, we lounged in post-coital glow, but hunger stirred again. I rolled her onto her stomach, the duvet tented over us like a fortress. Starting at her shoulders, I licked down her spine, savoring the salty tang of her skin, pausing to bite her shoulder blades lightly. Reaching her ass, I spread her cheeks, tonguing the puckered ring briefly, making her gasp and push back. Then, I gripped her hips and slid my cock into her pussy from behind, the angle allowing deeper penetration. She met my thrusts, moaning into the pillow, her body undulating. I leaned forward to kiss the nape of her neck, then her ear, whispering nothing but letting our breaths mingle. Her climax hit like a wave, pussy spasming wildly, and I followed suit, pumping rope after rope of cum deep inside, the creampie warm and abundant as I collapsed over her.
Day 2
Sunlight pierced the curtains, rousing me to Camille’s warm body curled against mine. Her hand found my morning wood, stroking it firmly as our lips met in lazy, exploratory kisses—soft pecks evolving into deeper ones, tongues dancing slowly. She shifted, straddling my thigh, her wetness smearing against me. I flipped us so she was beneath, trailing kisses down her chest while sliding into her effortlessly, her pussy welcoming me with a slick embrace. In this marital bed, our safe haven, we rocked gently at first, her moans soft and melodic, building as I increased depth. She came with a full-body shudder, inner muscles rippling, which triggered my release—I held still, groaning as cum jetted into her, the creampie pooling warmly.
Midday brought the shrill ring of her phone—Rob checking in from Australia. She answered casually, propping herself on pillows, but beckoned me under the duvet’s protective fold. As she described mundane home details, I knelt at her feet, lifting one to my lips. I sucked her big toe deeply, tongue swirling, then licked the ball of her foot while my fingers teased her clit through her folds. Her voice hitched slightly, but she covered with a laugh. Emboldened, I moved up, rubbing my cock against her entrance before easing in, inch by inch, to avoid noise. We fucked in subtle motions, her hips circling as she chatted about weather and work. The thrill heightened everything; her pussy tightened around me, and she orgasmed quietly, biting her knuckle, eyes locked on mine. I waited until she ended the call, then hammered into her, the bed shaking as I creampied her hard, cum overflowing with each final thrust.
Evening arrived with a knock—Camille’s mum, bearing a bottle of wine and a conspiratorial grin. The woman in her sixties, elegant with short hair, embraced her daughter warmly, then turned to me with a nod of approval and gave me a kiss on the lips - something which she always did. Over tea in the living room, she shared knowing glances, commenting on how ‘refreshed’ Camille seemed, her awareness of our affair adding a layer of illicit comfort. Once she departed, we hurried back to the bedroom. I laid Camille out like a feast, starting with her feet—sucking toes, licking heels until she writhed. Then, full-body worship: my tongue traced her ankles, shins, knees, thighs, lapping at her inner creases before delving into her pussy, sucking her clit until she bucked. Upward, I licked her stomach, ribs, under each breast, then sucked nipples while fingering her. Finally, her neck, ears, lips—kisses merging all.
We fucked missionary, my cock plunging deep as our mouths stayed fused. Her moans escalated with each orgasm—first a quiver, then a full convulsion—her pussy gushing around me. I creampied her twice, once mid-session after her second climax, pulling out briefly to lick her clean before re-entering, then again at the end, filling her until it seeped out, the duvet shielding our messy passion.
Day 3
Awakening to her playful nudge, I captured her foot, drawing it to my mouth for thorough adoration. I licked the sole from heel to toe in long, flat strokes, sucking each digit with wet pops, her skin warming under my attention. She moaned, toes curling, as arousal flushed her body. Releasing her foot, I licked upward—calves taut, thighs quivering—pausing to nibble her hip bones before burying my face in her pussy, tongue thrusting inside like a preview. She tasted tangy-sweet, her moans urging me on until she came on my mouth.
Climbing her length with continued licks—stomach, breasts, collarbone—I entered her in one smooth motion, our bodies aligning perfectly in the marital bed, our safe haven. Kisses consumed us, lips swollen and slick, as I thrust with varying rhythms—slow grinds to hard slams. She orgasmed twice, first with a gasp against my tongue, pussy fluttering; second with a cry, walls clamping. Each pulled my cum forth; I creampied her deeply the first time, staying buried to let it settle, then after a brief pause for more kissing and licking, unleashed another load, the excess trickling down her ass crack.
Afternoon turned playful; she mounted me reverse, her ass cheeks spreading as she sank onto my cock. Grinding slowly, she leaned back for kisses over her shoulder, moans breathy in the quiet room. I reached around to rub her clit, then sat up to lick her spine, tasting her sweat. Her pace quickened, breasts bouncing, until orgasm ripped through her, pussy squeezing rhythmically. I gripped her hips, bucking upward to creampie her from below, cum surging as the duvet bunched around our joined forms like a barrier.
Night’s call from Rob came as we cuddled. She hit speaker, voice even, but guided my head under the covers. I ate her pussy voraciously, tongue lashing her clit in circles, then plunging deep while sucking her labia. Her responses to him grew clipped, thighs trembling as she came silently, flooding my mouth. Ending the call hastily, she flipped to all fours, presenting herself. I licked her back from shoulders to dimples, then her ass cheeks, before slamming my cock home. Thrusting doggy-style, I kissed her spine between strokes, her moans unrestrained now. She climaxed loudly, pushing back, and I roared my release, creampieing her with forceful pumps, cum dripping as I pulled out slowly.
Day 4
Dawn’s light found us entwined, kisses starting soft—nibbling lips, sucking tongues—escalating to fervor. My cock, hard against her thigh, slipped into her drenched pussy after minimal guidance. We fucked with urgent need, bodies slapping, her moans syncing with my grunts. Pausing mid-thrust, I withdrew to lick her body anew—from earlobes, down neck, sucking breasts thoroughly, navel, then thighs and feet, toes in my mouth once more. Returning, I thrust harder, the marital bed absorbing our fervor as our safe haven. Her orgasm crashed, pussy convulsing, drawing my creampie in hot spurts that left her full and satisfied.
Her mum arrived post-lunch with bags of shopping, her eyes twinkling as she noted Camille’s glow. They chatted in the kitchen, mum’s subtle winks toward me speaking volumes of her support for our liaison. After she left with hugs, we stripped and hit the bed. Feet first: I massaged with my tongue, licking arches until she begged. Then body tour—tongue bathing every inch, from scalp to soles, lingering on erogenous zones like inner wrists, behind knees, and her dripping core. We fucked on our sides, spooning, my arm around to fondle her clit while thrusting lazily at first, then vigorously. Kisses over her shoulder, moans in her ear; she came multiple times, each wave stronger, her body quaking. Creampies followed suit—first a gentle fill, then after repositioning for deeper access, a voluminous one that soaked us both under the duvet’s shield.
Evening’s phone session with Rob turned illicit fast. She held the device, chatting about his day, while I hid beneath the covers, sucking her toes one by one, tongue probing between them. As boredom set in his voice, I rose, licking up her legs to mount her missionary under the fabric tent. Thrusting slow and controlled, I watched her face contort—moans disguised as yawns. Her orgasm built stealthily, hitting with a suppressed whimper mid-sentence, pussy pulsing. I held off until she clicked end, then ravaged her, creampieing explosively as she laughed in breathless relief, our lips meeting in triumphant kisses.
Day 5
We stirred at first light, my tongue immediately seeking her skin—kissing eyelids, cheeks, then full mouth exploration. Downward licks covered her from crown to toes: neck nips, breast sucks, stomach swirls, pussy laps that made her moan early. Entering her then, we fucked with building intensity, the marital bed our unshakeable sanctuary. Her climaxes synced with mine—first a shared peak, my cum flooding as she clenched; a second after more kissing, creampie adding to the mess.
Afternoon idyll: she lounged reading, but I interrupted with foot worship, sucking heels while she sighed. Arousal mounting, she set the book aside for body licking—me devouring her like nectar. We rutted on top, her riding hard, duvet our frenzy’s veil. Orgasms chained—hers in waves, mine creampieing each, leaving her pussy a creamy haven.
Night intensified; mum’s approving text arrived as prelude. I rimmed her ass first, tongue circling the tight ring, then ate her pussy until she dripped. Fucking prone bone, cock buried deep, I kissed her shoulders, licking sweat. Her moans crescendoed to orgasmic howls, pulling my release—a deep, claiming creampie that marked the night’s end.
Day 6
Morning kisses bloomed into tongue baths: I licked her face, neck, arms, torso, legs, feet—comprehensive worship ending at her pussy. Thrusting in after, moans filled our safe haven as she orgasmed silently at first, then vocally, my creampie warm and insistent.
Lunchtime call from Rob: under duvet shield, I sucked toes while fingers plunged her pussy, building to penetration. She came murmuring excuses, pussy spasming; alone, I creampied fully, thrusts echoing her relief.
Mum’s dinner visit brought laughter and thigh squeezes under the table, her stories flushing Camille. Back in bed, abandon reigned—feet licked clean, bodies tongued raw, endless kisses fueling fucks. Orgasms multiplied, creampies overflowing, duvet soaked in our excess.
Day 7
Last morning savored: slow kisses, thorough licking from feet upward, cock gliding into her post-worship. Marital bed hosted quaking climaxes, final creampie a tender flood.
Afternoon echoed day one—passionate, foot-play infused, body adored, duvet shielding urgent creampies.
Rob’s return neared, but night’s call teased: entering mid-chat, thrusts to her stifled moans. Orgasm fierce, goodbye breathless. Ultimate creampie, deep and possessive, sealed with goodbye kisses to our stolen week.
