Going Beyond Expectations

Long before I became involved with Suzanne (<unk>Third Age, a wow! <unk>, already published), I had some attraction for one of her daughters, to whom I will give the fictitious name Tarsila. In my previous story I said that this daughter deserved a separate chapter because it was such a desire on my part that I always thought about courting and possibly possessing her.
On the rare occasions when I saw Tarsila, it was only by chance that she came and went from her mother's house at a time when Suzanne had not yet come into contact with me. At all these times I felt an intense excitement taking over my body and mind, craving for her intensely. She was a mature woman of opulent but non-exaggerated form and extremely generous attributes especially in chest and hips; she had unnatural blonde hair, blue eyes (paternal inheritance) and thin lips denoting an aura of typical middle age beauty.
According to Fernando, her cousin, Tarsila was married to a guy who screwed her in every possible and imaginable way but also had enough money to pay for his resignation; they had two children <unk> one couple <unk> that the few times I saw them, lived with their heads stuck on their latest generation smartphones, and were scolded by their mother when needed.
After my relationship with Suzana, this certainty became even more crystalline for me, being certain that I had to take care so that Suzana did not find out about my desire for her daughter, since I didn't have any intention of hurting the one who had done such a good thing to me. The week after Susan and I fulfilled all our wishes, on exactly one Sunday, after my usual run and exercise circuit, I was returning home, Suzana's house being an obligatory stopover when I glimpsed Tarsila's SUV.
My heart raced and the excitement came on like a flash; I stopped in the small square, stretched out ... waiting for Tarsila. After some time my wait paid off. She left Suzana's house and as far as I could tell this time she was alone, unaccompanied by that pair of teenagers who always brought their truncheon with them. I felt it was an unmissable opportunity and decided to take action.
Walking as one who wants nothing, I approached the place where Suzanne and Tarsila were quietly talking; and it was Susannah that saw me first. She smiled at me and waved for me to come over to them. Almost spitting her heart out through my mouth, I introduced myself to them, Susan being very kind...extremely kind in fact because she took hold of my hand pulling me towards herself and offering her face for a kiss. After the kiss she presented her daughter.
Tarsila looked at me and I felt something curious; the eyes of that woman, beautiful and brilliant, contained a touching bitterness ..., her husband's betrayals had marked her gaze with deep scars, which she was unable to hide. They were beautiful eyes but full of pain, suffering and need to shine again. And I felt imbued with the ability to make those eyes glow again.
I held out my hand to her, and she reciprocated by allowing me to feel the delicious warmth of her soft skin. She gave a slightly awkward smile that made such a delightful impression on me.
- This is my daughter, Tarsila <unk> introduced Suzana <unk> And this is my friend ..., my great friend!
"No!" exclaimed Tarsila. "For Mommy to compliment someone like that, you must be really special".
- She's a love of people! <unk> I replied promptly <unk> But, she did not tell me that she had such a beautiful daughter like this!
- Didn't I tell you? <unk> inquired Suzanne. <unk> Ah, what a thing! She is beautiful indeed and needs friends like me...
Tarsila showed discomfort at that statement of her mother, while I also felt a certain unspoken insinuation.
"You need a man like him!" continued Suzanne, frankly shifting from innuendo to provocation.
I interrupted, unable to face Tarsila.
- Well, it was a pleasure to meet you <unk> crossed Tarsila, again reaching out her hand for me <unk> I must go because I have some unavoidable commitments ...
"But she'll be back!" said Suzanne, looking at her daughter with some seriousness.
Tarsila and I glanced at each other, and once again I had the distinct feeling that she needed me as much as I needed her. I made myself wait for her to agree with her mother's suggestion, although my desire was to tell her that I would love this appointment...and since it took so long, my impetuosity spoke louder.
- I'd love to see her again <unk> shot myself, swallowing in the void, waiting for the worst.
-All right, then! agreed Tarsila, smiling the same restrained smile and running towards her car.
I asked Suzanne, unable to hide my astonishment as soon as Tarsila's car started.
I just thought it would be a chance for my daughter to have male companionship...
I asked again, not so much out of curiosity as to understand what Suzanne's intentions were.
-Oh, you know it! <unk> she replied emphatically. <unk> You saw that she is an unhappy woman ..., and if there's someone who can make her happy ..., as he did to me..., this person is you.
- Are you banking the alcove, Suzanne? <unk> I asked in a playful tone.
"Not at all!" she replied with a hint of indignation. And you're lucky that I like you very much, see boy..., otherwise I would be really offended by your bloody question.
Immediately I embraced Suzanne, forgetting where we were and who we were; she retaliated for a few moments before walking away.
- Well, don't forget! <unk> she asserted next Thursday at ten in the morning ..., and do not be late ...
We said our farewells with all the necessary formality and I went home full of energy, a thousand thoughts swirling in my mind...and Tarsila was always there for me. And since it was still Sunday, I had this idea to wait until Thursday...but as I often say you shouldn't have high expectations beforehand. That is why on Monday night I decided to do something really exciting...and bold!
Returning from work, I took the initiative not to go straight home but rather went by Suzana's house because I knew that Fernando did not usually visit his aunt on this day of the week.
Hesitantly, I rang the doorbell and waited in fear that she would even answer me; after all, I was breaking a kind of protocol by showing up at her house unannounced and within sight of every possible prying eye in the neighborhood. But to my utter surprise, Suzanne came to the door and upon seeing me opened it asking me to come inside. With cold wet hands, I walked in, firing off an endless string of apologies before she could say anything.
Suzanne, always thoughtful, let me use up all my oxygen and finally when I finished she hugged and kissed me. It was a warm and affectionate kiss that made me feel good and happy to be with her. Then she took me by the hand into the kitchen where she prepared coffee for us.
We drank in silence, which was broken a few minutes later by my partner's sweet voice.
Is something bothering you?
- It's about Tarsila <unk> I said, unable to face her.
"What's wrong with her?" asked Suzanne again.
I have to confess that your daughter turns me on!
"Fear?" she asked.
I exploded prostrate and weak.
"Oh, how beautiful!" she exclaimed in a velvety voice. "Don't be like that! Go..., who said you are going to lose me? That will only happen if you want ..., do you?"
- Of course not! <unk> I answered, exhilarated <unk> But what about Tarsila?
- Tarsila and you, do not compete with me <unk> she replied placidly <unk> My daughter needs to be desired again ..., to be loved and have a man who makes her female ..., and if that man is you for me all right..., learn to separate things: our involvement is unique, just as your involvement with my daughter is also ..., the rest is up to fate ..., now come here and kiss me.
Immediately, I stood up and took Suzanne in my arms. We kissed as if it were the first time and I felt a desire grow inside me with renewed and insane energy. My hand instinctively landed on Susanna's breasts which she retaliated by squeezing her volume against my groin. An enormous erection was entangled between us. Inquisitively Susan broke away from me sitting at the edge of the kitchen table lifting her skirt to expose her naked pubic area (she wasn't wearing any panties).
I smiled at her as she knelt, cradling me between her legs and exploring the countryside with my fingertips followed by my thirsty tongue. It was an indescribable pleasure to lick Suzanne's moist cheek; it seemed like a first time! Something delicious, engaging and of youthful eloquence.
My partner groaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head backwards, leaning with drawn arms on the table top; Suzanne dared to press my head between her legs but I dissuaded her gently by showing that I wanted it wide open for me and into my mouth.
The torrential wave of mockery almost knocked Suzanne unconscious, demanding that I stand up by her shoulders. Susanna hugged and kissed me after which she asked for my help to get on the living room couch. I put her arm around my neck and strapped it down at her waist allowing us both to walk onto the sofa together.
I let Suzanne lie softly on the couch; before I could sit down beside her, she touched my bracelet and caressed it affectionately. We glanced at each other, and for a moment I hesitated to answer the mute request that her eyes were making of me; finally I gave in by unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning my waistband, lowering the zipper and leaving before her eyes the sight of the hard roller with its pulsing head.
Suzanne took the roll in her hands and massaged it tenderly, doing likewise with the balls, not restraining herself until she had gotten them into her eager mouth. Feeling that skillful mouth and tongue make my penis its best lollipop, I stroked my partner's hair, encouraging her to go on between moans and whispers.
I was about to joke, when my phone rang (or rather vibrated). Suzana and I were frightened by that unwanted interruption; I pulled out the handset and answered ..., it was my wife asking if I would still be late arriving (!) While I tried to verbalize an answer, Susan realized my discomfort as well as who my interlocutor was..., and she had fun with this.
I'd tell my wife that we were on our way home, while Suzanne would lick the tip of her tongue off my roll from bottom to top and back again in slow, warm moist movements as she made me tremble with shivers running down my skin.
Twice I came to the brink of an unprecedented orgasm, and on both occasions Suzanne interrupted his caresses, prolonging that delicious martyrdom. Today when I look back at that day, I see how this woman besides being sensual exhibited her experienced gifts and a more than sinful excitement. As soon as it was possible for me, I dismissed my wife, saying that she would be home shortly and turning off not only the telephone but also the phone.
-What an exemplary husband! <unk> Ironized Suzana, without losing control over his caresses on me. Now he needs to mock in the mouth of his mistress before going home and sleeping with his wife...
Suzanne put aside any playfulness to engage in oral sex, which was soon replaced by a hot and tasty masturbation that made me explode into jets of warm viscous semen that were promptly deposited in my partner's mouth who swallowed it all up for then licking the roll leaving her clean.
"Now you must go, my sweet" she suggested between one kiss and another. After all the boss is waiting for you".
"I would very much like to stay", I replied with the look of a puppy dog.
"I know, my dear", she said between laughter and drowsiness. But we both know that's not possible... Now go before this adventure causes you more trouble than satisfaction".
At the door, Suzanne and I kissed each other.
"Don't forget your appointment on Thursday", she said, opening the door for me.
"How can I forget something so important?"
"Ah, boy!" exclaimed Suzanne. I know you're crazy about Tarsila, aren't you?
- I have to answer.
- No, you don't have to my dear <unk> agreed Suzana <unk> See you soon then.
I got in the car and went home, happy and satisfied ..., but also looking forward to Thursday!