The homewrecking whore welcomes her [M]an home from jail [f]

A lot of you guys expressed interest in hearing some more stories from when I fucked a married man and we ended up living together for ~9 months. Well, here's a story from when he got out of jail…
(If you want to skip ahead to sex scenes go to —-)
(I will be editing as I read and re-read this.)

Two weeks.
My heart sank to my stomach.
I wasn't surprised: this wasn't his first offense. That stupid, dumb bitch he called a wife got a restraining order on trumped-up charges (they argued in a restaurant, and she said something like, "You with that 20-something year old slut?" and he smirked and responded, "Actually, she's 18." and well, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned) and then called the cops when he tried to visit his kids. Stupid, dumb bitch.

The anticipation started when I went to visit him in jail. I spent half the day on different buses to get to the prison, excited to see him but also quite nervous. I'm just shy of 5'4," with long brown hair with bangs, clear blue eyes, and pretty chesty (32DD) but slim everywhere else.

I went to the prison and put my stuff in a locker. Did you know that you're not allowed to have any metal on your person when you visit someone – not even the underwire in your bra? I didn't, not that I even own a bra at my size without an underwire. I was so glad that it was winter and I was wearing the oversized sweater that he found so sexy.

With my bra stowed away in the locker, I felt so strangely vulnerable. If I'm in public or around other people, I always have a bra on, I don't have the type of tits where I can get away with running to the store without. Feeling so exposed to everyone around me, even though my sweater hid things so nicely, with the rough stitching rubbing gently against my nipples, I bit my lower lip and felt myself instinctively get wet. I waited nervously, an innocent 18-year old surrounded by the older friends of unsavory characters waiting to see their locked-up buddies. I kept to myself.

When he finally joined me at our little visitation table, I gave him a lingering hug. You're allowed two hugs, one both at the beginning and at the end. You're allowed hand-holding during the visit, hands above the table only. The prison uniform looked like dark blue scrubs, but with a deep V-neck. This suited me fine: my three favorite tattoos of his were the ones on his wrists and the one across his chest. The scrubs let me oogle all of them.
Jesus. I had forgotten how attractive he was. He was like a God. A sexy God, with tanned tattooed skin, brown hair, brown almond-shaped eyes, and a chiseled jaw. He was much taller than me, and much older too. His hair was a little longer than usual, and he hadn't shaved in quite awhile; the scruffy stubble made him look rugged and manly. Yum.

I told him how they had made me take off my bra. He looked appreciatively down at my chest, and slid his hands along the table. Glancing at the guards, he pinched them whilst holding my hands. I giggled. "You'll get us in trouble!" He smirked at me. God, how I missed that smirk. He kept his hands on my side of the table, and kept pinching my breasts and nipples every time he saw fit. Underneath the table our legs pressed against each other.

"I had a wet dream about you, you know," he said.

"No!" I said in disbelief. He had never had a wet dream before. He never even masturbated. (Honestly, I don't think he could have, sometimes we had sex up to five times a day.)

"I think they put something in our food to kill our sex drive so we can't get hard in here, like they did when I was deployed. But the other night I fell asleep thinking about you. I woke up because I thought I had wet the bed… and I had, but not with pee."

I blushed. I had never told him this, but I've always found it so hot when guys tell me how sexy the find me, or that they touched themselves to me. But until then, no guy had ever told me had a sex dream about me – I was insanely turned on.

"I was thinking about you because thinking about you is just about the only thing that makes me smile around here," he said. "I was thinking about how funny you are. About how we met, and ended up here. And then I was thinking about…" his eyes wandered south and he caressed me with a few fingers, "I've missed you," he said, his tone suddenly husky.

"I've missed you too."

When I got up to leave, we hugged and kissed, and he grabbed my ass. "I can't wait for that tight little pussy of yours," he whispered.

—-The next week I was insanely horny but refused to please myself. I've always been a delayed-gratification type of girl. I drove myself crazy thinking about him, and his big cock, and his broad, tattooed chest. Damn. He had the best chest.

I wrote him a letter detailing everything I wanted him to do to me. And all of the things about him that drove me crazy. And exactly the way I wanted to suck his cock.

Finally, the day came. Our roommate was driving us home from the courthouse. My boyfriend sat shotgun, and I gave him the letter I had written. The roommate knew it was a love letter but he had no idea of all of the nasty, naughty things it contained. In fact, it wasn't a love letter at all. It was a lust letter. My boyfriend read it, smiled, and shook his head to himself. He always joked about what a horny teenager I was. In a way, it turned me on, because all I really wanted was to be his sex kitten and please him in every way possible – but he just laughed at what an eager little kitty I was.

We got home, and went straight to the bedroom. He was fiddling with my phone, trying to put Pandora on. I was already on my knees, unbuckling his belt, so very hungry for his cock. As the music came on, he slid his pants off, giving me free access, knowing how much I needed to taste him.

I think I was addict. Because I loved giving him blowjobs. Seriously. Anywhere, any time. While he was driving. To wake him up in the morning. In the Chili's parking lot. While he was playing video games.

"Fuck," he moaned. "I can't-" he didn't finished his sentence and instead picked me up and threw me on our bed. My dress and bra came off in one fluid motion. My stockings remained, but that was fine, as he was grabbing handfuls of my breasts and biting my nipples. It felt amazing, but that wasn't what I really wanted.

"Please," I whimpered as I halfheartedly tried to push him away. "I just want more of your cock."

He wasn't even halfway turned before I was down there. I don't always deepthroat, but I needed as much of his cock in my mouth as humanly possible. I fucked him with my throat, and then I used my hand to jack him off while I sucked and played with his tip. When I could feel that he was close, I slowed down, and licked him slowly, base to tip. I took his balls in my mouth, running my tongue along each one individually, sucking ever so gently. I went deeper, and licked his taint, and applied a little pressure. I rubbed his taint and massaged his balls as I again bobbed up and down on his dick, unable to contain my enthusiasm.

"Goddamnit," he said, and flipped me onto the bed, ripping off my stockings and panties that were soaking wet.

He plunged into me, and sighed in a release of tension. He didn't even start off slow; he fucked me hard and fast. He had been waiting for this. This was what he wanted. He couldn't contain his grunts and sighs and moans. I was going crazy too. Every thrust was bliss, after weeks of abstinence. It didn't take long for my entire body to be engulfed in what felt like a tsunami of euphoria, radiating outwards from the epicenter he was pounding. I locked eyes with him for a fleeting second as I came, before the tidal wave threw my head back and closed my eyes. This was what did it for him: his mouth opened in a gasp and I felt him come inside me, filling me up with all his sexual frustration from the past few weeks.

He lied down on his side next to me, fondling my breasts and tracing circles over my stomach. He nuzzled his face into my neck and hair.

It was one of our shortest fucks – but definitely among the best. We probably fucked another 4-5 times that night. It was a good time.

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