She Fucks Like a Man (Part One)

"I'm gonna do you a favor," he said. "I'm gonna introduce you to my sister-in-law."

Dick Longly -- and, yes, his name was Dick Longly -- heard my woes, listened to my jabbering about the need for some new flesh. I'd been married for seven years and, like clockwork, the infamous "itch" had crept in. Although his wife was a bit of a sow, Dick assured me her sibling was not only hot, but eager to fuck.

"She fucks like a man," he claimed. "No relationship, no emotional baggage. Just sex. I can introduce you. But there have to be ground rules, like no personal involvement."

Her name was Joanne and she lived three states to the west. She'd visit her sister two or three times a year, staying at the Hilton on her husband's dime. Although she was only around thirty, Joanne's marriage had already frozen into a droning sexless partnership centered around a facade of happiness, the whole suburban gig of kids, social obligations and staggering monthly bills. Joanne's husband earned a healthy six-figures; he gladly let her travel on her own to her sister's while the domestic looked after the brats.

She was an attractive, visibly married woman who pampered herself, arm candy for hubby's business functions. We met at a diner and shared some innocuous chit chat until she asked, "So what do you do for fun?" That was my cue.

Over the next few months we met on three occasions, two of them quickie gigs of three or four hours. But the best was our weekend of fucking and sucking at the Hilton. From Friday night through Sunday noon, with a six-hour break on Saturday for her to hang with sis, we fulfilled a lot of our wants and desires. Joanne had an incredible skill I've yet to find in another woman: anytime after I'd orgasm, she'd wait five minutes, took her hand to my limp cock and made me hard again in a matter of seconds. She knew exactly where to touch and how much pressure to apply. She knew her way around a penis.

"We can say anything here in this room," she whispered. "Whatever you want to say or do, don't feel embarrassed or ashamed. Just tell me."

I slid my dick over her face. "Suck my cock," I said. "I want you to swallow my cum."

She stared me in the eye as her tongue rolled around my hard dick. She squinted when it pulsed inside her mouth. After about five minutes my stiff cock throbbed and I blew my load into her mouth. Whenever I was with Joanne, my cum shots were like something out of a porn movie, blasts as far as three or four feet. When I came in her mouth, a lot of it must have shot right back into her throat. She gulped it down and smiled.

To be continued...