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The Play Room



It was a wonderful, sunny June morning in Geneva, and I wandered down to my friend Sarah's place to see how she was. Sarah was, as usual, alone at home, and the beautiful British redhead had been my lover for several months. Unbeknownst to her executive husband as he tripped around the world.

She welcomed me at the door with a bright "hello, time for a coffee?" and a warm and wet kiss. She wearing one my favourite outfits, if you could call it that, loose fitting shirts and top, and clearly, no bra supporting her very firm and lovely breasts. I was in light loose cotton shorts as well, and as she wen to kiss me she grabbed my hardening penis with a little lunge. "Hmm, we ARE feeling good today, aren't we?"

I agreed with her and moved to the kitchen where she handed me a coffee with two milks, just as I liked it. She was cooking some tomato sauce for that night's spaghetti dinner. The nanny was off at her French course and the children were at school. We began to chat amiably, with the odd touch and rub of each other's most tender parts. Just standard morning fare. As I was chatting with her, I reached deep into her shorts and past her panties to find a very wet pussy. She smiled as I brought my finger to my lips and licked it. Then she kissed me very deeply, sucking the juices as they swirled in my mouth.

Suddenly we were both very hot, and she began to reach down and pull at me frantically, until I was stretching out of my light shorts. "God, I want you," she said, as she began to breathe heavily into my ear as I pushed up against her. "I want you in me, now, but I can't, I just can't." The baby was upstairs napping and she confided that she was beginning to feel guilty about the amount of sex we had been having in the marital bed.

I continued to touch her and then moved her shirt to suck her tight breasts. Her nipples rose and tightened as I sucked, and I could feel her wetness flowing. "Oh I have to take care of the damned tomahto sauce," she said in that perfect Kent accent. She broke free and went over and lowered the flame, with me following. I continued to touch her and she turned to me and kissed me and pulled out my nine inches of hardness. She was clearly conflicted..

"Oh, tomato sauce. damned tomato sauce…" I took her by the hand to go to the closest sofa, but she cautioned that the open windows of the sunroom were clearly visible from the street. The only option was the children's playroom adjacent to the kitchen. She went down on her back, and slipped off her panties and shorts in one movement. I whipped off my shorts, and pressed her shirt up, sliding myself inside. She smiled with relief as she felt me enter. "Oh thank god, I thought I would explode."

Then we began to rock, softly against the carpeted floor, the toys on either side of us. " Can you feel me deep inside you?" I said…"Hmmm yes, deep, deep" she said, as if in a trance…" I want you deeper, deeper.."

I began to thrust as she took me, and our kissing and touching brought us to a crescendo, as she called out my name when her first orgasm hit, her head snapping back and she screamed and smiled, " I love you, I love you.!"

Then it was my turn as I thrusted and thrusted harder and harder, feeling the explosion coming through me. She began to recite our mantra: I want you to come, I want you to come, come, come."

I exploded in her and she wrapped her legs tighter and tighter. We kissed and held one another and I then looked down and could se the blood on my knees from the carpet burn.

We both laughed as we dressed and she patched me up and we worked on some kind of excuse for the somewhat incriminating scr*pes on my knees. And she went back to her tomahto sauce, and I continued to chat with her. But whenever tomato sauce was mentioned in her house at future dinners, there was a knowing smile and a knowledge that with the escapade in the playroom, we had made love in every room in her house and in mine.


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