The Wife Next Door ch. 2

Pim and I had sex at least once a day while Chrissie was away at summer camp. Pim would make excursions to the mall and visit Victoria’s Secret and other lingerie shops with Henk’s money and buy outfits to drive me wild. With her exotic Asian looks and petite frame I particularly liked a yellow baby doll and panty set with stockings that really complimented her beautiful skin tone. Pim bought outfits in every color of the rainbow and enjoyed the reaction on my face and in my eyes as she would model a lavender or pink set of lingerie. I would become the wide-eyed teenage boy again and she would become the incredibly hot wife next door that I had fantasized about. Our sex just kept getting better and better.

Pim loved a lot of foreplay and she taught me how to control my orgasm and release. She would suck on my cock and take me exactly to the edge of no return. Then she would press down with her thumb to block my release and stop the fellatio until I could regain control. She would do this again and again until I could really establish control. She would put my cock in her tight pussy and contract her muscles and take me up to the point of no return, to the point of release, but somehow she knew just when to stop. She could just sense the exact moment to stop and would remain completely still while I regained control so we could start again.

Once Chrissie returned from camp Pim would often come over during the day while she was at school or she would get a sitter so we could go out dancing and then come back to my house and have long sessions of unbelievable sex. When my parents returned from their European vacation I told them I was moving out to the small guesthouse past the pool so I could be more independent and focus on my engineering studies. We never actually used the guesthouse so my parents had no objection. The real reason I wanted to be out there was so Pim could come over and visit without being noticed.

Pim continued her lessons and taught me how to lick and kiss a pussy and to drive her to the exact edge of coming, the “point of no return” as she called it, just as she had done for me. She taught me to watch her stomach muscles for spasms and for its level of tension, to sense the pressure from her fingers as they would tighten on my forearms, to listen to her breathing patterns, to feel the pressure of her fingernails as they dug into my skin. My skill level improved with her tutoring and I got to the point where I could make her scream and have her body arch off the bed in spasms as she attained total release.