A week to remember (Diary)

[LeicesterBull75]

A week to remember (Diary)

This happened earlier this year when Dorothy’s husband Steve went to Australia. Let me set the scene. Dorothy I work with. She's in the office on the company phones dealing with us technicians and customers, a very nice lady shes 47, Steve, her husband I only know from talking at business events and socials, he's about 3 years older than her, My build and size. He's blond compared to my dark blond almost black hair. Dorothy and myself have been flirting heavily at work over the last few months, I'm a real flirt at work there are some 40 women in the call center, they all talk and gossip to each other, ive had 5 of them now over various points in the last 4 years, obviously women talk and confide with each other, and one thing lead to this where she told me about her home life and how her husband was hardly ever at home, and her wants and needs. This all happened over a week in January 2026.

The instant Steve’s car vanished down the street for the Airport, my pulse raced with forbidden excitement. I lingered in the dim alley opposite their house, counting the minutes until Dorothy’s message lit up my screen: door’s open, come now. Slipping through the front door like a shadow, the house enveloped me in its quiet luxury, the faint aroma of Dorothy’s lavender body lotion mixing with the polished wood scent of the hallway. She appeared from the kitchen, her silk robe barely tied, eyes gleaming with raw hunger as she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the master bedroom. Her bed dominated the room, its king-sized frame draped in crisp white sheets and a thick duvet that promised concealment.

We collided onto the mattress, the springs yielding softly under our weight as our mouths fused in a torrent of kisses. My lips pressed firmly against hers, parting to let my tongue sweep inside, tasting the sweetness of her morning coffee lingering on her breath. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer while she ground her hips against my growing erection. I peeled away her robe, revealing her naked body curves flushed with anticipation, breasts heaving with each breath. Our kisses trailed from her mouth to her jawline, then down her throat, where I sucked gently, feeling her pulse quicken under my tongue.

Pushing her flat against the pillows, I mapped her body with deliberate licks, starting at her collarbone, tracing the delicate hollows before latching onto one nipple. I swirled my tongue around the hardening peak, sucking it deep into my mouth while pinching the other, eliciting her first low moan that vibrated through her chest. She arched her back, pressing into me, her hands tangling in my hair. Lower still, my tongue glided over the soft plane of her stomach, dipping into her belly button before reaching the apex of her thighs. She parted her legs eagerly, her pussy already glistening with arousal. I inhaled her musky scent, then dove in, my tongue flattening against her clit in broad strokes, then flicking rapidly. Her moans grew louder, hips bucking as I plunged two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sensitive spot. Her body tensed, thighs clamping around my head, and she shattered with a prolonged orgasm, her juices coating my chin.

Rising up, I shed my clothes, my cock springing free, thick and veined, aching for her. I aligned myself at her entrance, rubbing the head along her slick folds before thrusting in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight, wet grip of her pussy. We moved together under the duvet, which we pulled over us like a protective veil, creating our private cocoon in this marital bed, our safe haven from the world. Our kisses resumed, deep and consuming, as I picked up pace, my hips snapping forward. She wrapped her legs around my waist, moaning into my mouth with every plunge. The bed creaked rhythmically, her walls fluttering around me as another orgasm built. When she came, her pussy clenched like a vice, milking me until I couldn’t hold back. With a guttural groan against her lips, I buried myself deep and unleashed, my cum spurting in hot ropes, filling her to the brim in a cream pie that leaked out as I stayed lodged inside.

After catching our breath, we showered together, but the afternoon sun beckoned us back to the bed. I positioned her at the edge, lifting one foot to my mouth. Her toes were perfectly pedicured, soft skin tasting faintly of lotion. I sucked each one individually, running my tongue along the underside, then licked the arch in long, slow drags. She watched through half-lidded eyes, her free hand slipping between her legs to rub herself, soft moans escaping as arousal rebuilt. Switching feet, I lavished the same attention, my cock twitching back to life. Once satisfied, I crawled up her body, licking a path from her ankles over her calves, knees, thighs nipping at the sensitive inner skin until I reached her pussy again. I lapped at her folds, tasting our mixed essences, before rising to kiss her breasts, sucking each nipple until they pebbled anew, then her neck and ears.

She pulled me on top, guiding my cock back into her soaked heat. This time, our fucking was frantic, bodies slapping together under the duvet’s shield. I kissed her bruising, tongues battling as sweat slicked our skin. Her moans turned to whimpers, building to a scream muffled by my mouth as she climaxed, her nails raking my back. The sensation pushed me over, and I thrust erratically, flooding her pussy with another thick cream pie, our combined fluids soaking the sheets beneath us.

As dusk settled, we lounged in post-coital glow, but hunger stirred again. I rolled her onto her stomach, the duvet tented over us like a fortress. Starting at her shoulders, I licked down her spine, savoring the salty tang of her skin, pausing to bite her shoulder blades lightly. Reaching her ass, I spread her cheeks, tonguing the puckered ring briefly, making her gasp and push back. Then, I gripped her hips and slid my cock into her pussy from behind, the angle allowing deeper penetration. She met my thrusts, moaning into the pillow, her body undulating. I leaned forward to kiss the nape of her neck, then her ear, whispering nothing but letting our breaths mingle. Her climax hit like a wave, pussy milking me wildly, and I followed suit, pumping rope after rope of cum deep inside, the cream pie warm and abundant as I collapsed over her.

Day 2

Sunlight pierced the curtains, rousing me to Dorothy’s warm body curled against mine. Her hand found my morning wood, stroking it firmly as our lips met in lazy, exploratory kisses soft pecks evolving into deeper ones, tongues dancing slowly. She shifted, straddling my thigh, her wetness smearing against me. I flipped us so she was beneath, trailing kisses down her chest while sliding into her effortlessly, her pussy welcoming me with a slick embrace. In this marital bed, our safe haven, we rocked gently at first, her moans soft and melodic, building as I increased depth. She came with a full-body shudder, inner muscles rippling, which triggered my release I held still, groaning as cum jetted into her, the cream pie pooling warmly.

Midday brought the shrill ring of her phone Steve checking in from Australia. She answered casually, propping herself on pillows, but beckoned me under the duvet’s protective fold. As she described mundane home details, I knelt at her feet, lifting one to my lips. I sucked her big toe deeply, tongue swirling, then licked the ball of her foot while my fingers teased her clit through her folds. Her voice hitched slightly, she covered with a  nervous laugh. Emboldened, I moved up, rubbing my cock against her entrance before easing in, inch by inch, all the while she was on the phone with her husband, to avoid noise. We fucked in subtle motions, her hips circling as she chatted about weather and work. The thrill heightened everything; her pussy tightened around me, and she climaxed quietly, biting her knuckle, eyes locked on mine. I waited until she ended the call, then hammered into her, the bed shaking as I cream pied her hard, cum overflowing with each final thrust.

Evening arrived with a knock, Dorothy’s mum, bearing a bottle of wine and a conspiratorial grin. The woman in her mid to late sixties, elegant with short hair, embraced her warmly, then turned to me with a nod of approval and gave me a kiss on the lips - something which she always did apparently. Over tea in the living room, she shared knowing glances, commenting on how ‘refreshed’ Dorothy seemed, her awareness of our affair adding a layer of illicit comfort. Once she departed, we hurried back to the bedroom. I laid Dorothy out like a feast, starting with her feet sucking toes, licking heels until she writhed. Then, full-body worship: my tongue traced her ankles, shins, knees, thighs, lapping at her inner creases before delving into her pussy, sucking her clit until she bucked. Upward, I licked her stomach, ribs, under each breast, then sucked nipples while fingering her. Finally, her neck, ears, lips kisses merging all.

We fucked missionary, my cock plunging deep as our mouths stayed fused. Her moans escalated with each orgasm, first a quiver, then a full convulsion, her pussy gushing around me. I cream pied her twice, once mid-session after her second climax, pulling out briefly to lick her clean before re-entering, then again at the end, filling her until it seeped out, the duvet shielding our messy passion.

Day 3

Awakening to her playful nudge, I captured her hand, She moaned, toes curling, as arousal flushed her body. Releasing her hand I traveled down to the bottom of her legs, I licked upward calves taut, thighs quivering pausing to nibble her hip bones before burying my face in her pussy, tongue thrusting inside like a preview. She tasted tangy-sweet, her moans urging me on until she came on my tongue.

Climbing her length with continued licks, stomach, breasts, collarbone I entered her in one smooth motion, our bodies aligning perfectly in the marital bed, our safe haven. Kisses consumed us, lips swollen and slick, as I thrust with varying rhythms slow grinds to hard slams. She climaxed twice, first with a gasp against my tongue, pussy fluttering; second with a cry, walls clamping. Each pulled my cum forth; I cream pied her deeply the first time, staying buried to let it settle, then after a brief pause for more kissing and licking, unleashed another load, the excess trickling down her ass crack.

The afternoon turned playful; she mounted me reverse, her ass cheeks spreading as she sank onto my cock. Grinding slowly, she leaned back for kisses over her shoulder, moans breathy in the quiet room. I reached around to rub her clit, then sat up to lick her spine, tasting her sweat. Her pace quickened, breasts bouncing, until orgasm ripped through her, pussy squeezing rhythmically. I gripped her hips, bucking upward to cream pie her from below, cum surging as the duvet bunched around our joined forms like a barrier.

Night’s call from Steve came as we cuddled. She hit the speaker, voice even, but guided my head under the covers. I ate her pussy voraciously, tongue lashing her clit in circles, then plunging deep while sucking her folds. Her responses to him grew urgent, thighs trembling as she came silently, flooding my mouth. Ending the call hastily, she flipped to all fours, presenting herself. I licked her back from shoulders to dimples, then her ass cheeks, before slamming my cock home. Thrusting doggy-style, I kissed her spine between strokes, her moans unrestrained now. She climaxed loudly, pushing back, and I roared my release, flooding her with forceful pumps, cum dripping as I pulled out slowly.

Day 4

Dawn’s light found us entwined, kisses starting soft nibbling lips, sucking tongues escalating to fervor. My cock, hard against her thigh, slipped into her drenched pussy after minimal guidance. We fucked with urgent need, bodies slapping, her moans syncing with my grunts. Pausing mid-thrust, I withdrew to lick her body anew from earlobes, down neck, sucking breasts thoroughly, navel, then thighs and feet, toes in my mouth once more. Returning, I thrust harder, the marital bed absorbing our fervor as our safe haven. Her orgasm crashed, pussy convulsing, drawing my cream pie in hot spurts that left her full and satisfied.

Her mum arrived post-lunch with bags of shopping, her eyes twinkling as she noted Dorothy’s glow. They chatted in the kitchen, mum’s subtle winks toward me speaking volumes of her support for our liaison. After she left with hugs, we stripped and hit the bed. Feet first: I massaged them, until she begged me to fuck her. Then the body tour, My tongue bathing every inch, lingering on erogenous zones like inner wrists, behind knees, and her dripping core. We fucked on our sides, spooning, my arm around to fondle her clit while thrusting lazily at first, then vigorously. Kisses over her shoulder, moans in her ear; she came multiple times, each wave stronger, her body quaking. Cream pies followed suit first a gentle fill, then after repositioning for deeper access, a voluminous one that soaked us both under the duvet’s shield.

Evening’s phone session with Steve turned illicit fast. She held the device on face time, chatting about his day, while I hid beneath the covers, sucking her nipples one by one, tongue probing between them. As boredom set in his voice, I dove down, licking up her legs to mount her missionary under the fabric tent. Thrusting slow and controlled, I watched her face contort moans disguised as yawns. Her orgasm built stealthily, hitting with a suppressed whimper mid-sentence, pussy pulsing. I held off until she clicked end, then ravaged her, screaming explosively as she laughed in breathless relief, our lips meeting in triumphant kisses.

Day 5

We stirred at first light, my tongue immediately seeking her skin kissing her cheeks, then full mouth exploration. Downward licks covered her from crown to toes: neck nips, breast sucks, stomach swirls, pussy laps that made her moan early. Entering her then, we fucked with building intensity, the marital bed our unshakable sanctuary. Her climaxes synced with mine first a shared peak, my cum flooding as she clenched; a second after more kissing, cream pie adding to the mess.

In the afternoon she lounged reading, but I interrupted with foot worship, massaging heels while she sighed. Arousal mounting, she set the book aside for body licking me devouring her like nectar. We rutted on top, her riding hard, duvet our frenzy’s veil. Orgasms chained hers in waves, my cum pumping each pulse leaving her pussy a creamy haven.

Night intensified; mum’s approving text arrived as a prelude. I massaged her all over, the bedroom light caught the shine of her wedding band, then ate her pussy until she dripped. Until my cock was buried deep, I kissed her shoulders, licking sweat. Her moans crescendo to orgasmic howls, pulling my release a deep, claiming cream pie that marked the night’s end.

Day 6

Morning kisses bloomed into tongue baths: I kissed her face, neck, arms, torso, legs, feet comprehensive worship ending at her pussy. Thrusting in after, moans filled our safe haven as she came silently at first, then vocally, my cream pie warm and insistent.

Lunchtime call from Steve: under duvet shield, I sucked her clit while fingers plunged her pussy, building to penetration. She came murmuring excuses, pussy pulsing as I filled her fully, thrusts echoing her relief.

Mum’s dinner visit brought laughter and thigh squeezes under the table, her stories flushing Dorothy. Later back in bed, endless kisses fueling fucks. Orgasms multiplied, cream pies overflowing, duvet soaked in our excess.

Day 7

Last morning savored: slow kisses, thorough kissing from feet upward, cock gliding into her post-worship. Marital bed hosted quaking climaxes, final cream pie and a tender flood. Afternoon echoed day one passionate, body adored, duvet shielding urgent impregnation. Steve’s return neared, but night’s call teased: entering mid-chat, thrusts to her stifled moans. Orgasm fierce, goodbye breathless. The final cream pie, deep and possessive, sealed with goodbye kisses to our stolen week. Filled with promises of meeting her again next time Steve was away.