Mary Ellen's Vagina
I couldn't believe my eyes. I was witnessing the sight of Mary Ellen's spread open vagina. She was completely naked, lying on the bed with her legs spread wide apart, just a foot away from me. Her two vertical pussy lips were framing the slit of her vulva and I couldn't see her vaginal opening, but it was definitely there. Her cream-colored thighs were soft to the touch. I slowly moved my lips over one thigh, then the other, stopping at the indentation between her legs and her pussy lips. The pink rosebud of her anus was invitingly responsive when I touched it with my finger. She had a small pink-hued clitoris peeking out from between her folds. I flicked it with my tongue and she lifted her hips in response, helping me investigate her sexual centre further. Her neatly trimmed curly blonde pussy hair was a sight of arousal.
Above her pussy was her flat stomach and a sexy navel. Her two rounded breasts were boasted by hard nipples. I traced my finger over these hard nubs and felt the warmth of her flesh. I was witnessing every nook and cranny of her body, intimately close. There's no comparison between intercourse and making love to a woman's vagina. It sheds the veil of mystery shrouding her physique - her body is completely exposed to my touch and my tongue.
I inhaled the delicate fragrance emanating from her pubic region. She, like many ladies, had a routine of dressing herself in the perfume that was aroused by the thought of another person running their nose through her bush, eager to revel in her scent. I stimulated her clitoris more aggressively and she arched her back, heading towards an orgasm. I withdrew her lips to reveal the internal opening of her glistening vagina. I tongued all around her opening, whilst running my nail over her puckered anus. She continued to cum on my face. I covered her cunt with my entire mouth, frantically licking all over it, intoxicating her to reach another climax. She tightened her muscles, pulling me deeper into her cunt. Her legs wrapped around my neck as if they were gripping me. She moved her hips, rubbing herself on my vulnerable face. I found it difficult to breathe. I was drowning in her warmth, as she released her female fluids into my mouth. She tensed her muscles once more, climaxing again and flooding me with her essence. Then she relaxed slightly, preparing for another go.
The dream of sleeping with Mary Ellen was a fantasy that overcame me. She was, arguably, the most attractive woman in town, married to a former athlete who was now a leading entrepreneur. Neither she nor her husband had shown any interaction with me, other than a polite smile. She was a clever and lively lady, who not only boasted a sensational figure, but was in excellent shape. She had blonde hair, a narrow waist, protruding breasts and a jiggly bottom. I would daydream about her nude body.
We worked for the same company; it had been a decade for me. She had been there longer. I was one of the accountants in the office, just biding my time without much professional motivation. In my dating history, I had been with several women but had no woman at present. I was a considerate lover, at least I supposed so. I practiced gymnastics regularly at my fitness gym and also played soccer in a local league. I had a band of friends that I associated with on weekends. My life was quite normal and content.
The fact that Mary Ellen was sexually appealing was advantageous for business when she conducted her presentations and encounters with clients. She was the manager of the audit department and liaised with clients across a multi-state area. I relished the sight of her walking around with her shapely legs and her tight skirts. An outline of her nipples was noticeable beneath her blouses. I attempted to be discreet but I would inevitably cease working whenever she passed by. Her demeanour was amiable, always polite. Mary Ellen was aware of my name and we exchanged courteous pleasantries.
My husband, on the contrary, was a massive jerk. He thought he was something special, like his crap didn't smell. He wouldn't acknowledge any guy below him in his position. He managed another department in our company, so I rarely encountered him, thankfully. He did seem to be a womanizer, flirting with the young women who liked his good looks and athletic body. I disliked him deeply; I thought he was a total jerk. We've never clashed or spoken more than a few words. I was jealous of this guy, though, for getting Mary Ellen. Why does such a douchebag obtain such a fantastic woman? I was happy for him when he left our company after getting a new job.
As one of the seasoned accountants, I was assigned to work with Mary Ellen on audits for some new clients a few months ago. Some of these companies were struggling financially, so we were inundated with financial records. We put two laptops in a small conference room and would dig through their details. I think I impressed her with the things I uncovered and the ideas I came up with. She complimented me, at least. We worked together more and more. In the morning, we'd handle other tasks related to our assignments, and in the afternoon, we'd congregate in the conference room. On some nights, we put in extra time to finish projects. Sometimes, we'd order take-out food. We got closer as we worked together. She was easy to chat with, and I tried to be a good listener.
Frequently, when we worked late, Mary Ellen would change into more comfortable attire. At first, she did it in the ladies' room, but eventually, she began to change in the conference room where we worked. She would stand with her back to me, unbutton her blouse, then take it off. I pretended to be a gentleman and looked away, but I saw her nice back with her black bra straps. She became more nonchalant about changing and also removed her pantyhose while sitting on a chair across from me. I couldn't see under the table, but my imagination went wild with thoughts of Mary Ellen's pussy, wrapped in her panties. A few times, she wore a t-shirt and took off her bra underneath. I was treated to the show of her boobs jiggling, trying to focus on the work at hand. Her smiles suggested she knew what she was doing to me.
I had to relieve the stress and often wanked off, thinking about her. I made a point to avoid crass comments and was careful not to get caught ogling her body. I just stayed quiet, thinking that there were two possible outcomes:
She would stop changing into comfortable clothes.
I would be accused of sexual harassment and lose my job.
I hadn't thought of a third possibility:
I found out a lot about Mary Ellen. Beneath her seemingly perfect marriage, there were challenges. She wanted kids, but he didn't; he considered them a pricey nuisance. They were both dedicated professionals, but he had taken a job at another company that was headquartered in another city a few months ago. Due to travel and hard work, they were only able to visit each other once or twice a month. He was the ambitious type, and his career had become his number one priority. I suspected she wasn't happy with their situation. With her husband away, Mary Ellen was lonely. She was devoted to him and didn't have any close friends to confide in.
She returned home from a visit, distraught. She had been upset during a phone call at work, and she hinted that he was no longer into sex with her. She even cried, but went home to her empty house and her sad kitty. She told me more about her challenges over Chinese food. We talked about many subjects, and her personal issues weren't the only topic. [Mary Ellen] got more comfortable around me and trusted that I wouldn't share her problems with anyone in the office, most of whom were her potential coworkers. She didn't trust others, and I was the most accessible person she had to confide in. It was a pleasant surprise for me that she was not only gorgeous but also fun to talk to, given her sad circumstances. We spent many hours together, digging through financial records and discussing a variety of topics. [Mary Ellen] was intriguing and engaging, despite her marital issues. [ReadingRoom] has perused numerous issues in her personal life since then. [Mary Ellen] has become more confiding in me and thinks I'll keep things private. There were no more conflicts or lengthy conversations between us, but I was pleased that [Mary Ellen] was more confiding in me given her personal issues. [Mary Ellen] was more than just an attractive woman; she was wonderful to chat with, making her even more appealing.
Eventually, Mary Ellen confronted her husband, and they got into a huge argument. She told him she wanted a divorce, and this made him question his actions. He claimed he would change his attitude and confessed to lying about the other woman. He begged Mary Ellen to stay with him, but she had become disillusioned. "What an idiot," I thought. Such a stunning woman, and he was losing her.
One evening, when we were working late, she received a phone call from him just before we were about to leave. He urged her to visit him the following weekend. He said he was too busy to visit her. Additionally, he wanted her to quit her job and move in with him. He was talking about having kids, but she was unsure if he was genuine. She was weeping. He accused her of having an affair with me due to witnessing us working late together. She had lost her faith in her husband, which is difficult to regain once lost.
I put my hand on her shoulder to console her. She got up and leaned into me, so I wrapped my arms around her. I didn't know what to say to her. If I were in her shoes, I would have never married that jerk in the first place and definitely kicked him out of the house by now. She amazed me a bit when she appeared to relax in my arms. When I glanced down at her, she sported a facial expression suggesting she may want a kiss. I decided to take a chance and moved closer. We kissed briefly, but then more passionately. She pushed her body against mine. Needless to say, I was aroused, and she could feel my stiffening prick against her belly.
I lowered her onto the conference table and undid her bra from behind. She lifted her arms to help me remove the garments. I finally saw her raw beauty - those mesmerizing breasts that had teased me for so long. She tossed her shirt and T-shirt over her head. I squatted in front of her, studying her slender waist, then knelt before her and kissed her nipples through her bra. While kissing her nipples, I reached behind her, pulling her skirt up and reaching for her panties. She removed my belt and sought the button on my pants. I stepped back to remove the panties for her. She tugged on my boxers, getting them down. We were both passionately aroused and eager for one another. I was kneeling between her legs when she pulled me closer, my half-erect prick touching her panty-covered crotch.
I hoisted her onto the table and pulled her panties down her legs. For the first time, I saw her pale thighs accentuate her triangular golden patch, the mound above her vagina's entrance, and the flush of her inner folds. I wondered how many men had been inside her before. I squatted before her and rubbed my fingers across her crotch, brushing her pubic hair and devouring her scent. I levered myself forward, pressing my cock against her cunt. She pushed back against me. I entered her, feeling her wetness wrap around my penis. It felt and looked so phenomenal. We kissed fervently as I started stroking in and out.
Soon, she grasped my arms, wrapping her legs around me, and I felt her moan around my mouth. I couldn't help but thrust faster and deeper. I experienced her climax on my cock, clenching tightly, signaling her orgasm. Confused and overwhelmed, I continued thrusting as my erection weakened, shooting a final load inside her. Then, I laid back on the table, letting her still clutch me. Her breaths were shallow and soft as she leaned against me.
"Thank you," she said.
"It wasn't bad," I said.
She added, "I've been needing this for a while. I've been sending you messages, even trying to get close to you, but I didn't want to cause any trouble."
In shock, I asked, "You've been sending messages?"
"Yes," she replied. "Even when I started getting close to you, I thought you'd go for me. Remember the times I left my bra unhooked on purpose?"
I pondered, "I was inexperienced. But I'm thankful you felt comfortable sending messages."
She said, "I rather liked the challenge of teasing you."
Then, she divulged, "I've never cheated on my husband, but I do not love him. You've made me realize he's done nothing to change my attitude. My husband and I have agreed to separate; I'm now seeking a man who reveres and cherishes women."
I asked, "Where would you like to go? Do you want to continue this?"
"Your place," she said. "My house is always empty and I'm done returning home to it."
So, we wandered into the bedroom and sent her husband a notice of her new living conditions.
Our love affair kicked off intensely. One night, we ended up at my condo where we engaged in non-stop intercourse. I couldn't resist her charms and made it with her three times that night. Our attraction was undeniable, we just couldn't keep our hands off each other. I was enthralled by her exquisite breasts - the pink nipples on her milky white skin drove me wild.
We were careless - we didn't consider the importance of using protection. I assumed Mary Ellen was on the birth control pill, but she wasn't.
Mary Ellen left her car at work, so I drove her back home so she could change clothes for work. She welcomed me inside and we continued our passionate adventures in her bed. We stalled, and as a result, were both late for work. I dropped her off at her doorstep and cruised around to reduce suspicion.
It didn't take long for word to spread around the office. Most people eyed me with desire, knowing I'd seduced Mary Ellen, who seemed impossible to woo. Her husband was in for a shock. I felt invincible, like I'd bagged the most desirable woman in the place.
Mary Ellen and I savored a torrid weekend together, where we indulged in breath-taking lovemaking in my apartment. We held each other close, connecting on a deeper level.
Mary Ellen had planned to visit her husband over the weekend but changed her plans to stay in bed with me instead. Our bed became the center of our weekend, having mind-blowing sex and making love like never before. Her enchanting thighs cradled my head, as she covered me in her love juices after her orgasm. Ecstatic, I sank inside her, feeling her incredible pussy entwined around me. We were in blissful harmony - making love for a long time, bringing us both to climax.
However, lovemaking wasn't all we shared; we also bonded over the simple act of being with one another.
After our spurt of romance, Mary Ellen decided to not bring this up to her husband. She wasn't going to reveal the father of her unborn child, and instead asked for a swift divorce. They rapidly sorted out their affairs. She decided not to return to work. I asked her to marry me, and she agreed. She wanted us to wait until after our baby was born before we tied the knot; we'd take the little one with us on our honeymoon.
Life has drastically changed over the years, and in the end, we won't experience a traditional marriage.
I've been promoted, but not to her previous position. My income allows us to reside in my condo comfortably. Life is bliss, I'm not only fortunate to have access to Mary Ellen's pussy, but Mary Ellen herself. I'm captivated by her divine breasts, hanging over her expanded abdomen. Anticipation overwhelms me; I'm going to devour her sexual scents, relishing the taste of her moans as she climaxes. Liffe's rewarding, I'm now blissfully enjoying my lover's body and the start of a new life.
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