Chapter 31 Abigail's Secret Pt 6
- I feasted on my middle-aged lover's superb body, sucking her nipples, biting her breasts, kissing her entire body, pressing my face into her tawny snatch and parting her labia with my tongue, tasting her cunt juices, smelling her arousal. And there was, I confess, an added impetus, an added note of eroticism as I imagined Freya's black hair splashed over her mother's thighs and stomach as she tongued her to a climax. I fancy Abigail must have been having similar thoughts, although that could just have been my male ego, because she was wild that afternoon. She was a superb partner in bed but that Sunday she added a new dimension of abandonment, biting me and raking me with her nails, sucking my cock with noisy slurps and, at one point, licking her finger and sliding it deep into my anus.
- I came as she did that, into her mouth. The second of three orgasms I had that afternoon. We fucked for over an hour and afterwards we slept in each other's arms, spent physically and emotionally.
- Abigail didn't move in with me, not then, but she started coming over and staying at the weekend and usually for a night midweek. It was a period of intense intimacy, both inside and outside the bedroom. Our lovemaking reached new heights and we experimented with toys and bondage and role-playing. And sometimes, as we kissed and I stroked her clitoris and she groaned and flexed her leg muscles and sank her painted nails into my flesh, I would tease her by asking what she and Freya did together and she would get embarrassed and coy. But sometimes, if she were really aroused, she would tell me, in tight, gasping sentences as her climax approached, how Freya used her tongue and fingers and how she licked her daughter's breasts and cunt and even her anus.