My wife and I are in the middle of a nasty divorce. I’ve been feeling a little sorry for myself, so last Sunday afternoon a close friend of mine, Steve, asked me to join him and his girlfriend for a drive and dinner at a beautiful state park in a neighboring state. Eager to get out of the house, I quickly agreed.

During the course of the afternoon, Steve and Charlene made several jokes about both my lack of a sex life and the frequency of their own couplings. Despite that, I enjoyed dinner with them, and on the way home we stopped for dessert at a country bakery. After I dropped them off at Charlene’s house, I headed home, but I was cut off by some moron. As I braked, a bag of pastries from the bakery came sliding out from under the passenger seat. I looked down at what was a hand-written note on the bag: “The gentleman who returns this package to me will receive a reward much sweeter than its contents.” I got off the freeway at the next exit and was on my way back to Charlene’s house with a rock-hard cock.

Charlene seemed pleased when she opened the door. “I was hoping you’d get my message,” she said, “but I didn’t think it would be this soon. Your timing is great. Steve just left, since he’s teaching an early class tomorrow. He knows I invited you, by the way, so you don’t need to feel guilty.” She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. Without another word, our bodies and lips were tightly locked. My cock pressed against her, anxious to be set free for something besides my right hand.

Charlene unbuttoned her blouse, then guided my hands to the opening on the front of her bra. As I peeled back the cups, I revealed two of the most spectacular breasts I have ever seen. I lightly ran my hands over her tits, softly exploring her nipples, which she told me had been hard since she heard my car in the driveway. I moved my mouth down along her soft neck to those luscious globes, running my tongue slowly around one nipple, then the other.

Charlene reached down and peeled my shirt off over my head, my mouth barely breaking contact with her breasts long enough to let the shirt pass. My hands quickly found her belt and zipper, and in a matter of moments she was kicking her trousers off. I gently eased Charlene, in only her panties, back onto the bed, while I dropped my trousers and shorts.

Charlene sat up and licked the drops of pre-come off the head of my dick. Her hand and mouth worked slowly, then more quickly up and down my shaft. As I felt the surge in my loins begin to build, I told her I was about to come, and she squeezed my cock, holding back the flood of semen I had in store for her tonsils. “Not yet,” she whispered. “I have bigger plans for you.”

It was my turn to have my appetite satisfied. I eased off her panties as my mouth resumed its acquaintance with her firm, erect nipples. I moved slowly down her stomach to the crest of pubic hair. My tongue traced its narrow outline and slowly ran down the inside of first her right thigh, then her left. I worked my way to her warm, wet cunt, separating its folds with my tongue, lightly penetrating it. Finding her clit, I outlined it softly with my tongue before capturing it with my lips and gently sucking it. Her moans told me I was right on the mark. As I increased the intensity, I could feel her back arch as she shivered through the first of what would be countless orgasms. She cried out as wave after wave of passionate delight shook her body.

Finally, she begged me to fuck her. I slowly teased the opening of her pussy with the head of my cock, rubbing it against her clit like a human vibrator. She came again before I even plunged it inside her, and from that point on it was one orgasm after another in rapid succession, as I placed her legs up on my shoulders and drove my cock home to its long-anticipated reward. After three months of shooting my load into a tissue or onto the floor of the shower, I exploded into Charlene’s pulsating pussy.

As the night wore on, she relieved my sexual drought in every way imaginable. I came in her mouth, on her breasts, on her beautiful ass, and again in her hot, wet cunt. When we finally fell asleep, it was only to rest up for one more encounter in the morning before I had to shower and head home to get ready for work.

I won’t tell you how the rest of the story turns out, but I will say that Steve was late for his class, as he had been hiding in the closet to watch and wouldn’t come out until after I left.