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This last weekend I didn’t plan on having much going on, however as the weekend drew near, a friend reached out about her husband being out of town for the weekend.  Her husband planned on leaving early on Saturday morning to head down to St. Louis to watch some Cubs/Cards games through Sunday, so it allowed me to have some unbridled free time with his wife.

She waited for him to leave and then got dolled up before she came over to my place.  She came over with these faux leather leggings that had a sheen and hugged every curve of her ass and legs.  As much as I wanted to jump her right then and there, I forced myself to take my time and even went out of my way to slow her down when she wanted more.  We had all day and Sunday to play together, so there was no rush.  We kissed and ran our hands over each other for over an hour, but edged away from going too far.  I wanted to build the tension and have it last.  We maybe said 5 words to each other in the first two hours she was there.  Eventually we had to do lunch, which we stayed in for.

The process of making lunch was a long and sexy one.  We didn’t make anything fancy, but it was a group effort that took longer than normal due to sexy interruptions of mouths and hands busy doing other things.  A while after lunch, I couldn’t take it anymore.  Our hands went farther with each passing moment.  Eventually I pulled my cock out and I grabbed her head to guide my cock into her mouth, roughness taking over as she got into having me use her as she intermittently gagged.  I was on the couch as she knelt between my legs, stroking my cock with her ring-hand, and looking up at me as she sucked my cock.  My left hand was firmly grabbing the hair at the back of her head and roughly encouraging her to take more.  She had to pull off a few times to recover and she liked having her face slapped with my cock as she stroked with deep breaths.  She got me close to cumming and I pulled myself away from that edge.  Instead, I stood up, bent her over on the couch, knees on the carpet, and pulled her leggings down around her thighs as I pressed her face into the cushions.  I could see how wet she was between her legs, still pressed together from the waist of the leggings.  I reached between her thighs to grab her thong, I ripped the part between her legs, and began pressing my bare cock into her soaking wet cunt.  

She still had her heels on as I pushed into her tightness, slightly deeper with each thrust, feeling her stretch and relax.  I had one hand that tightly grabbed her long hair and pulled it backwards to force her head up as I fucked her from behind, the sounds she made got me even harder.  My other hand grabbed her hips as I used them for leverage as I pressed into her deep pussy until I bottomed out.  After she started relaxing, I pulled her up, pulled her leggings off but made her put her heels back on, and put her onto her back; spreading her legs as I slid back into her.  I pinched her nipples, slapped her tits, and grabbed her throat to hold her down.  She ended up on her side, one leg raised, as I fucked her, but I pulled her arms behind her back and used her leggings to bind her wrists and forearms behind her.  I ripped her thong the rest of the way off and stuffed it into her mouth as I continued to fuck and her her pussy.  It was after I started getting rougher that she came on my cock.  I felt her start to tense up and her thighs and ass kept tightening up as I felt her hold her breath as I squeezed her throat.  When she came there was a relaxing release where her body just went limp for a second and she exhaled hard.  I made her turn around and suck my cock until I came all over her face.

We went on like that into and through dinner.  We relaxed and watched a movie, but as we cuddled, we ended up heading upstairs to fuck some more.  In the morning she went back to her place for a bit and then came back after a few hours to hang out some more.  She came back in an old, skin-tight bandage dress that she was willing to part with if it got destroyed.  She made the suggestion, so I made it a point to rip it as we got to fucking again.  It was an unexpected pleasure to have her as my sex slave for 36 hours, especially since I hadn’t seen or fucked her for a few months.  She went home and later told me that she told her husband that she just lounged around watching Netflix, enjoying the time to herself.