Sean Ch. 02 – A Lonely Wife
Sean has the Lonely Wife and breeds her
WARNING: This story series involves scenes of sex, light domination, discipline, cuckolding, breeding, oral and anal with yielded wives. If that is not what you are looking for don’t read on. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old.
Just a reminder from Chapter1. As an author my stories build with the description and interaction of the characters with plenty of dialog. Yes the sex gets there but if you’re looking for ‘hold your cock’ or ‘drip your pussy’ type stories there are plenty of Literotica authors to fulfill that need. This second journal entry is a bit long.
Read my first journal for a more detailed description of me. Here is a summary. My name is Sean Patrick and I am a blessed Irish man with long flaming red hair, blue eyes, and a disarming smile that gets the ladies panties wet.
My body is buff from my SEAL training; think about the character ‘Reacher’ and you got me. Special ‘private’ jobs have swollen my bank accounts! I have been blessed with a long thick cock that the ladies just have to have and when their panties get wet, clothes come off and my troubles start.
I’ve enjoyed many women; daughters, wives, mothers and matrons in every continent of the world. My gift has no conscience within a warm, wet, tight pussy or surrendered ass.
Breasts with nipples hard enough to suck and pull is appreciated; size is not that important. Milk filled ones are a bonus!
A neglected woman makes her do what she wants and needs. Too often she wants my gift; hard and deep moving her to climax several times. I am a knowledgeable lover and my female partner will always climax before my cock gets near their pussy. I love the taste of their dripping pussy; warm and thick nectar to slide along my tongue and drop into my belly.
I drive my antique Chevy truck where ever the chrome lady on the bumper points me. My AI female companion, Maureen, keeps me company via a module I coded and added to the truck. She is very impertinent and becomes more self aware as we interact.
I was in a hardware store getting some nuts and bolts to fix the loose bed on my truck. I saw her walking before me in the same aisle. Her jeans were painted on across a bodacious ass. My favorite!
She pulled her long black hair behind her head and wrapped it up in a head band. She bent over to look at grass seed low on the shelf putting that jeans fabric under stress across her ass. My sharp SEAL trained eyes discerned the pink t-back peaking out the waist band. Her full breasts hung down displaying her ample cleavage when she turned my way.
She stood and smiled at me noticing me checking her out. She looked me over; her eyes coming to a stop at my large bulge climbing down my thigh. Well it was her ass that caused that! She blushed and brought her hand up to cover her lips as she hissed. I saw her wedding ring and turned off my charming smile.
I lost track of her doing my own shopping but was surprised to find myself behind her at the checkout. Yes I was checking out her ass again. She was negotiating with the clerk about getting all her heavy gardening bags she planned to purchase delivered today. She was very disappointed to hear the delivery van was down. She said she really wanted to get started this morning.
She tapped her foot in frustration and turning saw me again and smiling she said, “Hello again,” and laughed. I laughed also and asked her if she needed help getting her stuff delivered. “I have a truck just outside and could take the time to help you.”
She waited a bit, I guess weighing her concerns, but smiled when I told her I wasn’t a serial killer but actually a veteran SEAL plus the store would have my credit card info. She said that yes she could really use my help.
She paid for a big gardening load and seed bags as did I for my small bag of hardware and followed me outside. It took time to load all her stuff into the back of my truck and she thanked me for my help. She placed her hand on my arm and looking at me with emerald fındıkzade escort green eyes asked me if I had the additional time to help her put the dirt in her garden boxes at her house.
Jokingly I asked her if she was sure I wasn’t a serial killer. She snorted and laughed hard and her jugs shook under her top and her nipples hardened. She knew where I was looking and her eyes drifted down my body again. “Just follow me home,” she said smiling.
She got into her Beamer and drove off and I followed. She lived close by and it would be just a little bit of work to get all her bags around back to her garden after I backed my truck up her long driveway. We discussed what she wanted done.
I told her her plans would take me most of the day. I asked her what was for lunch. She laughed and said she would order out for subs. She said her name was Kate and laughed when I said my name was Sean Patrick.
“What?” I asked her. She said, “That’s a name you’d give at the bar for a possible one night stand.”
“I don’t mean to be fresh ma’am but I would turn on all my Irish charm just to get you to give me the time of day and talk to me and not shoot me down in flames.”
Kate stared at me for a full minute, some tears slowly leaking out and running down her freckled cheek. “I thought you said you were a Navy SEAL not an Air Force Pilot.”
“I was a Navy SEAL, Kate, retired, so it was a figure of speech and full of the truth.”
She locked her eyes on mine and took a deep breath. “Well you better get to working. Time waits for no man, Navy SEAL or not.” As she walked towards the house she looked back over her shoulder and knew I was looking at her ass. Did it wiggle?
No lie; it was hard work for several hours. How had she planned to get the work done? Now the many bags of garden dirt had to be carried to each individual plant and flower box, split open and dumped. They had to be raked.
She came out in burgundy “Long black hair, hypnotic green eyes, cute freckles and a disarming smile. And those two full orbs could cause Ulysses to crash upon the rocks.”
She seemed deep in thought like she was struggling to make a decision. “Sean, do you have someone special waiting for you? Do you need to be somewhere special; in the next day or so….?” she asked with a deep undertone of need.
“No Princess. I have no one special and no special place to go. I lead the life of a drifter taking odd jobs, using my antique truck, staying where I want for as long as I want. I usually help those in need, usually from a community bulletin board. I was planning on getting a room at the Motel 6 but hadn’t done it yet.”
When I called her, Princess, I could see her green eyes fill with tears then run down her freckles cheeks.
“Kate I’m so sorry. I saw you overreact twice when I called you Princess. Did I conjure up a bad memory?”
Sniffling up her snot, yea very lady like, she quietly said “No” many times. “My Daddy use to call me that and I miss him terribly. I never gave him grandchildren and then he passed suddenly. He over insured making his only child a very wealthy woman.”
I reached out and touched her arm and she sobbed again. If I had known her better I would have given her a hug; holding on until she released. As it was I stroked her arm until she stopped crying. There was heavy silence.
“Sean Patrick, if I put you up and feed you will you stay a few days and help me with my landscaping project. I swear I’m not a serial killer and you will still have your liver when you chose to go,” she said laughing. Her full breasts wobbled.
She saw me watching them so put her palms under her full breasts and lifted them up. Was she offering a bargaining chip? She ran a finger across each nipple making them push out. “Seriously, is that all that men think about?”
“No matter how old men are they will always be twelve years old when boobs are concerned. That’s all we think about!” I laughed making her laugh. Her laugh was sweet and high pitched like the tiny brass bells of a church hand bell aksaray escort choir. I loved her laugh and told her.
“Come with me you naughty boy,” she said and took my hand and led me into her house. She walked me into her laundry room and told me to get out of all my clothes.
“I knew it would come to this Princess. I have to put out just for a meal and a sofa. I feel so used.”
“Shut up you idiot,” she said laughing. I loved her laugh, honest and given freely. “Your clothes are filthy so I’ll wash them. And besides, you stink. I haven’t smelled a man scent in my house in way too long. But you’re gonna get a shower, Stinky, so off with your clothes,” she ordered.
The laundry room had a tile floor so my boots did not make a mess. I unbuckled my belt and stepped out of my dirty jeans. I stood and took off my socks. Did you ever see a Tic-Toc woman do her socks? Panties usually went next on those girls so I put my hands to the hems of my boxers and stopped.
“Are you gonna turn around?” I said with a pretend whine. She laughed and pointed a finger at me and wiggled it. I pushed my boxers down to my feet. Kate took in a deep breath when my full package was revealed. I wasn’t yet hard and my thick shaft pointed down my thigh cradled by a big set of balls.
“Sean,” she said quietly. She then stood before me and cupped my large twin eggs in her palm. Her other hand moved slowly up and down my long thick cock as she took in a deep breath and let it hiss out between her teeth. I knew she was mentally measuring if I would fit in any of three warm places in her body.
“I just knew it would come down to me having to have sex with you to pay for my room and board,” I said quietly while my sauce began to drip onto her palm. “Shut up you idiot,” she whispered. She licked her palm and looked deep into my blue eyes with hunger and need.
Kate let go of my cock and slipped the Vassar tee over her head and dropped it to the floor. She didn’t move just breathed deeply staring at me. I moved my hands up onto her large breasts and massaged those orbs. She moaned and pushed into me.
Her nipples were dark red and the size of a pinkie tip now that they were hard. Those great nipples were surrounded by deep rose circles the size of the rim of a coffee cup.
She watched hissing at me as my hands roamed across her breasts. I cupped her large boobs and tweaked each nipple then pulled each out just a bit. I saw her body tremble and a blush fill the cleavage between her mounds. “I guess you got to see them and touch them you naughty boy.”
She looked me hard in my eyes and whispered, “If you want my thong you will needed to take them off me yourself.”
I moved my hands to her shorts hem and started sliding them down her thighs. I could see that her thong was a pretty pink. Her small gusset was dark and very scented. She whispered, “Take them off.”
I bent down some and took one of the nipples into my mouth and licked and sucked for a bit. I slid my tongue over to the other nipple and gave that some attention also. Her sweat between her tits was salty. She moaned and pushed into my face. I took the left hard nipple and all of her areola into my mouth flicking her nip with my wet tongue.
I then knelt in front of her and slowly slid my fingers up onto the front panel of her thong and felt her pussy honey wetting the satin. Kate moaned and pushed against my fingers. The front of her thong turned dark from her moistness and her aroma filled the laundry room.
I hooked my thumbs into each side of her thong and slowly slid them down and stopped when her black haired pussy came into view. I reached a finger forward and ran it between her pussy lips and softly touched her clit. She shuddered and moaned softly. Slowly her legs opened to help me slide her thong out of her ass and down to her feet.
When she lifted each foot to clear the waist band of her shorts and thong the scent of her pussy honey drifted towards me. It smelled very sweet. I could clearly see her wet crimson cleft surrounded by her black eyüp escort curly hair. I kissed her there.
I turned and flipped her thong back towards my boots almost making a three point basket. Kate moved slightly to lean her ass against the washing machine and opened her legs a little wider and waited. Her inner thighs now sparkled from her wetness. Her eyes closed giving me unspoken permission.
I slowly slid my hands up her legs then slid my fingers along her pussy lips. She took in a deep breath and placed her elbows back on the lid of the washer for more support. I ran my fingers between her pussy lips and got my fingers coated with more of her honey. I then started circling her clit with my thumb.
She started to moan, “Right there, Sean, damn it, right there,” and her clit swelled and came out of hiding.
Her body started to shudder so I pulled back. I pushed a few fingers along her pussy lips and slowly slid two fingers up into her pussy. It was tight; unused? She moaned and pushed down to force my fingers up further, soaking my palm as her juices let go. I pulled those coated fingers out and slid them under her pussy and stroked her rear rosebud.
She forced out a, “No, no, no,” softly but pushed down when I slightly slipped one finger tip onto the ring of her ass.
I slipped out and went for broke and got more fingers soaking wet with her pussy honey which was dripping out and coating her inner thighs. I slowly slid two fingers up into her pussy and centered my thumb on her clit. I slowly, tenderly, gave her a mini orgasm. She was moaning with her eyes closed encouraging me for more pleasure.
I started sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy and when they went in deep my thumb would slid over her clit causing her to quiver and shake. Still inside her I curled my two fingers forwards and started stroking her g-spot. Her whole body shook and she let out a large moan and her pussy started leaking a flow of her pussy honey.
When I thought she was getting very close to her climax I slid my other two fingers onto her rosebud. I leaned forward and took her swollen clit between my lips and sucked. Her anal ring pulsed on my fingers as I moved them within her ass cheeks. She moaned loudly and started pushing down onto my fingers up deep in her pussy. I centered my lips on her clit and my fingers on her g-spot and I massaged both.
She screamed out, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, damn it, I’m cumming you naughty boy, I’m ccuummmmiiiinnnngggg.” Her pussy and ass pulsed on my fingers and she poured honey juice all over my hand and down my wrist.
She shook for several minutes then softly moaned, “Stop, stop, oh please stop,” so I slid my fingers out of her pussy and from the crevasse between her firm ass cheeks. Her green eyes were on fire staring at me in desire or thankfulness I knew not.
I stood and placed my wallet and keys and some crystals I carry into my boot. I took off my belt and snapped it before Kate. She shrieked. I opened the washer lid and tossed in my dirty work clothes. I picked up Kate’s sweaty Vassar clothes and tossed them in. “Get it going. I’ll need my clothes in case you make a move on my liver.”
She turned around, and started the wash. I bent her over and laid her naked tits on the top of the washer. Kate whimpered but didn’t fight me. Maybe unknown to herself she spread her legs the width of the washer. Her dripping pussy was wide open. I thought to myself “why not” and stood behind her firm ass. By now my cock was rock hard and at its full thick eight inches.
I moved up to her ass and slid my cock through her pussy lips tapping her clit getting my large cockhead soaked with her honey. Since she let my two fingers play on her ass I placed my cock at the center of her rosebud and rubbed it around. My captured princess just moaned but made no move to chase me away. I wanted her to ask for my cock to take her ass.
I bent my cock down a bit and slid it up against the opening to her pussy. She shuddered, groaning, when my cockhead breached into the opening of her vagina. “Oh damn, Sean, your cock is so big,” she moaned.
I pumped her pussy for some time going deeper with each thrust. She could not escape held against the washer which started to rumble. My thickness was pulling and pushing her clit. Her body was trembling her pleasure, the sleeve of her pussy getting tighter and tighter. I wet my thumb and pushed it slowly into her ass.
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