It’s funny how a twinge of guilt keeps me from fucking in my marital bed. My lover, Troy and I stumbled to the guest bed room, where we’ve had sex before, falling onto the bed with a thud. I straddled Troy, smiling down at him, lost in his eyes of grey and amber. His firm hands lingered on my waist before inching down over my hips to cup my ass. His body was mine to explore. I roamed it with my fingers, lifting up his shirt to tongue his muscularly defined torso. It’s such a change of pace for me to be this aggressive as I’m submissive to my husband; I am his object to be touched and loved. But tonight, I prowled Troy’s body like a tiger savoring its prize from the hunt; languidly licking him with a tongue slowed by a humid night of drinking. A bulge appeared in his trousers and he sat up before standing me up with him. He unzipped my dress to tug it down past my knees, revealing the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties. I giggled as I unbuttoned his pants. He stepped out of them, and stripped off his shirt before we fell into each other’s arms again, getting lost in sloppy kisses. His hands rambled over my ass and I moaned in delight as he squeezed my cheeks apart.
I love the way you smell,” he said.
I said, “I want to fuck you so bad.”
In one swift move, he flipped me back onto the bed, spread my legs and went down on my pussy, his tongue slicing through my lips to lick inside. I pulled away in a play resistance, but his hands caught me by the hips, holding me in place while the sensations of his tongue spread up into my loins and the pleasure pulsed between my legs. After a while, he crawled up over me, kissing my mouth with my juices smeared on his lips before he turned around over me, repositioning into a 69. His cock hard bounced over my face as his head went down on my pussy. I reached into the drawer for a condom, putting it on his dick with my mouth.
“You taste so good,” he said before his tongue dug into my pussy lips.
His dick and balls loomed over my face and I lustily guided his hard hanging penis into my mouth. I licked and sucked him as he sucked my clit. His dick thrusted down into my throat which he withdrew whenever I gagged. He suddenly withdrew from me and spun his groin off my face. I felt his hand wind in my hair, urging me to sit up as he got off the bed. I did. He stood at the foot of the bed, slapping his dick across my cheek before I opened my mouth.
“Good girl,” he said, putting it in.
It slid in and out, over my tongue while his fingers held my head in place as his other hand squeezed my tit. He suddenly withdrew.
“No. Stop,” he said.” I’m going to cum.”
I scooted away from him as he crawled onto the bed and caught my ankle. He pulled it, dragging me towards him on my back. He crawled up over me and I turned my head away, closing my eyes as I lay helpless under him. My own pleasure began to build into an orgasm as I writhed under the hands that raked over my breasts and latched onto my ribs. Every ounce of my flesh was alive.
He yanked my knees up to my ears, his hands digging into my hips as he rammed in me.
“God, your pussy is so tight,” He said.
Flesh slapped against naked flesh. I shamefully began to cum, arching up as my muscles shuddered in great spasms of release. He savagely rammed me until it hurt then placed his forearm across my throat and I gasped through my partially closed windpipe as another orgasm grew within me. With one final impaling thrust, he came deep inside me with a loud growling groan.
We lay there panting for a while, giving each other mischievous smiles.
“I’ve got to get to the gym and take a shower,” he said.
“You can shower here.”
“Naw, my wife has got really good smelling. She won’t question the scent of gym soap. Plus I did have kind of a work out.”
He dressed as I straightened up the sheets and we left the room. I kissed him at the door and shut it behind him, alone in my quiet apartment once more. I took a shower before heating up some leftover food in the microwave. It was long after midnight when John came home. I could hear the TV go on in the den before approaching footsteps made me close my eyes in a pretend sleep. Johnathan entered our dark room, turning on the light in our closet. After getting his favorite sweats, he stood in the doorway looking at me for a minute or two before he left, quietly shutting the door behind him.
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