Crossing the Line

**This was crossposted from r/sexystories. It is my first erotica story and it was well received over there and I wanted to see what sort of feedback I got here. I hope the 2nd person perspective can be enjoyed . Thanks for reading…**

Nobody prepares you for the eternity of boredom that often accompanies marriage. Of course when you’re young things seemed exciting and it never occurred to you that this feeling would pass. And it’s true you do end up loving him and he melds right into the family. You can’t imagine life without him but that spark that made your juices flow so easily when you were a teenager and in your early twenties has settled into a routine that doesn’t quite satisfy your deeper needs while at your sexual peak. And you know it’s not just you – your friends, coworkers, other married couples – they all make the jokes about it and you laugh with them… but underneath you wrestle with it daily. You have more to offer, more to give, more to experience… but could you? Would you? You bury the thought. But living in eternity the thoughts always finds a way to resurface.

It starts when you begin to find yourself thankful that you’re alone. Thankful that the one thing that isn’t bound to mediocrity is your imagination and your fingers instinctively slip inside of you as you imagine something that lasts a little longer, treats you a little rougher, takes you to further extremes…. Your mind wanders to the guy that flirted with you at the party last week. You know you were looking good and so was he. You imagine him taking you upstairs to the spare bedroom and just bending you over, lifting your dress, and… the front door shuts – he’s home and you didn’t finish the things you agreed you’d do while he was gone. You try to beat back the annoyance but even as you get back to being productive your mind lingers on thoughts like these for far too long.

It gets to the point that you’re okay with the thought and you don’t care what others think – except for the fact that these others are people you deal with everyday. They’re your coworkers, they’re your friends, they’re your family. More importantly they’re his family and friends too. And you openly know you make a good team. You just got that new car, moved into that bigger house, and got to go on that trip that you’ve always wanted to take. But *this* isn’t about *that.* *This* is about something deeper, more primal, an overriding need that you feel you can’t control. And lately the most sexual satisfaction that you’ve been getting hasn’t been from the short, almost bland, ritual of sex with your husband but instead when you’ve been alone and you’ve let your mind give in to the loss of control. You used to feel ashamed after those thoughts – what would they think? How could you do that to him? – but now your mind has been there too long and that insecurity is gone. You have transcended the social shame and guilt.

That’s when we were matched. You downloaded the app on your phone where based on looks you could see if guys you thought were cute were also interested in you. You learned about it on a night out of laughing and drinks with some of your closest girlfriends when one secretly admitted she used it to see what hot guys were interested in her. She never talked to them, she said, because she was happily married. Of course outwardly you all agreed. When you got home that night, husband asleep in bed, you downloaded it. At first using it gave a rush, especially when the first match came in. Unfortunately though, before long your suspicions were confirmed- there were a lot of cute guys that found you good looking but after you started talking to them it quickly became apparent why physical attributes were not the only indicator of what makes a man attractive. And after a week of using it you were ready to delete it… until you came across my picture.

You never actively were expecting to cheat on your husband but after we began to talk you realize it was subconsciously building this whole time. The unchained woman inside of you, the one that you only let out at times when you were safely alone, was now directing your fingers what to say to me and by my responses you knew I understood you perfectly well. When you told me you were married, I told you he didn’t need to know. When you told me you didn’t have the time to meet up, I told you to make it. When you told me you’ve never cheated on your husband, I told you that this time you will. When you told me you have plenty of sex with you husband, I told you that it never have you had it like this. And when we agreed upon a date and time the unchained woman inside of you, needing and afraid of nothing, slowly typed out your address and hit send.

And when you opened that front door on that fateful day that same woman had dressed you as well. She had put you in the tightest red dress that displayed your curves perfectly. She knew just the right amount of makeup and perfume to put on that transformed you from your mundane housewife reality into the surreal and radiant nymph that has been hiding inside of you this whole time. Most importantly of all she made sure your husband wouldn’t be home until very late. As your eyes met mine you could see the deep cool confidence that I carried while you fought against your nerves feeling yourself moisten between your legs. I smile, not taking my eyes from yours as I step inside. You immediately take in my body – big hands, powerful forearms, perfectly shaped biceps, a wide and sturdy frame.

As the door closes behind me suddenly fear comes rushing back into you. What are you doing? Why did you allow this strange man into your home? You’re married! All of the insecurities overwhelm you at once and you stand frozen in your spot, your eyes following me as I move toward the couch but reservations saturating your mind. I sit and look up at you and smile. You force a smile back as I offer you a seat on your own couch. Almost clumsily you come toward me and sit a safe distance away still struck silent by your insecurities. I start some small talk and you slowly pull yourself from your fears and suddenly I ask you a question that catches you completely off guard.

I ask what sex is like with your husband. You’re floored. *Who does he think he is asking me this?* you think to yourself but suddenly the unchained woman inside of you returns and you explain. You explain with the open annoyance, a type you’d never dare show your husband because you know how much it’d hurt him, that having sex doggy-style to him was considered a wild night and most often it was in the missionary position. You let it pour out that you don’t remember the last time you had sex that lasted a half hour and that 15 minutes was considered a “good” night. You tell me about how sex has become so dull that it started falling on a schedule and that even though he always compliments your blow jobs its been years since he’s gone down on you. All of this and more cascades out of you as if unleashed from a dam of years of pent up frustration.

I tell you that I’m going to give you something very different. You flush and adjust your position on the couch so that now you’re next to me – our bodies touching. The first thing you recognize is how hard my body feels where as your husband had began to soften over the years. Your fingers begin to trace along my arms and my hand slides along the inside of your thigh, and again you feel yourself instantly moisten. Before you even can recognize its happening we’re kissing – not the peck on the lips “Bye honey” kiss – but deeply and passionately kissing, something you haven’t felt in years. My hand tightens on your thigh as your arms wrap around my shoulders. I can feel the heat radiating from between your legs and while I move my hand pushing your dress up I don’t go all the way, I let you long and linger. Our kisses become more wild and passionate, I feel the unchained woman inside of you coming out, feeling you lose control of your inhibitions, and I press harder into your mouth.

The first thing that comes out are your breasts. As we kiss I pull you on top of me, your thighs spread on either side of my legs while your dress continues to push up more. As we kiss my lips travel down to your neck where you feel me tongue and bite at the most sensitive parts shooting pleasure from your center across your body. My teeth trail across your skin as I breathe in your scent running my firm and strong hands up and down your nubile body. Your hand trails down to my cock stiff beneath my pants, you push your palm around it and begin to stroke it through the material. This is when your breasts come out, pulling them over the top of your dress exposing them for me as my tongue and teeth find their way to their center. I hungrily wrap my mouth around your areola sucking, nibbling, and biting while my hands pull your dress up above your ass exposing your soaked wet black lace panties finally giving you the freedom to push your center into my thigh.

With sudden force you find you’re being lifted up into the air and landing without delicacy onto the couch, your dress still hiked up above your ass. Surprise overcomes you as you see me get onto my knees in front of you and spread both your legs apart. Instinctively, you try to close them up but find that they meet a force stronger than your own. As you look down over your exposed tits you see me begin to kiss and lick the inside of your thighs a safe distance from the target – first along your left side and then along your right. You find yourself audibly moaning as my tongue finds its way into the sensitive crevice where your thigh meets your body, pushing up parallel along the seam of your thoroughly soaked panties but leaving your needy pulsing pussy yet untouched.

You begin to grind your hips as I continue to run my tongue along the most sensitive parts of your inner thighs dragging my tongue across your panties as lightly as possible feeling the heat radiating from you but not putting enough pressure on it to bring you any satisfaction. A wet spot begins to clearly form beneath you while you buck your hips moaning louder and with less reservation. Finally, you feel me pull your panties to one side exposing your shaved and glistening mound with a neatly trimmed triangular design up top. Lightly I lap my tongue along your moistened lips driving you even wilder. Then I spread the folds carefully with two fingers, running my tongue up along the inside of each before pushing my tongue deeper inside and coming up right on your swollen button.

The layers of intensity are nothing like you’ve ever experienced before and as you open your eyes and glance at the clock you realize only 20 minutes have passed. Waves of pleasure rush over you as my tongue’s increasing pressure along and inside your folds intensify. I flick my tongue over your clit lightly at first but as I return back to it I press it harder with my tongue and before long you find yourself with your back arched in ecstasy as I’m tongue fucking your clit with firm and steady pressure. The moans you were involuntarily producing had risen to the level of screams and without thinking you hear the words, “Fuck me, please, please, just fuck me!” escape your lips. Suddenly I stop and stand up looking down at you with twisted panties, a pulled up dress, and your tits hanging out over the top of it.

“What was that?” I ask looking you right in the eye. Silently bewildered you look disappointed that I stopped giving you the best pleasure of your life.

“Fuck me…” you say with more reservation this time, “… please.”
“I thought you were married,” I say, reminding you of your weak defense when we initially met.
“I am,” you respond timidly.
“I thought you never cheated on your husband,” again, you’re reminded.
“I haven’t,” you admit.
“Take me to your bedroom,” I order. You stand up and leaving your dress hiked up and your tits out leading me down the hall to your bedroom and sit down right on the bed where your husband sleeps.

“Tell me again what you want,” I order.
“I want you to fuck me right here where my husband sleeps,” you comply realizing that the unchained woman has taken over completely now, shame in any and all forms had evaporated. That feeling you used to get when you were alone, that sense of a total loss of control was back with a vengeance and you embraced it for good this time – but this time you weren’t alone. What was once insecurity and shame had turned into blatant and boundless pride. The fact that you were married now only heightened the fact that you were going to get fucked by this mysterious man right. And you were both going to sacrifice the chained woman on this alter of mediocrity where years of sexual frustration had built up without release. I push you down onto the bed and flip you over instantly – your ass poking up over the edge of the bed covered by your soaking wet panties.

As you wait for me to peel off your moistened underwear suddenly a palm lands hard on your ass shocking you. You gasp. Then again it comes. And again. By the time the fourth is about to land you bring your ass in attempting to avoid the blow. You succeed and the connection is weak. That’s when you feel the other hand suddenly grip a fistful of your hair as you feel my head come in low to your ear. I sternly growl into your ear, “Push that ass up out and high and keep it like that,” and as I say it the spanking hand runs along groping your ass. The firmness in which I speak to you, the way I handle your body now, you feel how everything has changed.

The self control that you had held for years without abatement was completely gone, this you already knew, but now you recognized where the control had gone. It had transferred completely to me and a sense of freedom overwhelmed you. Even now as a finger slipped under your panties and into you, as a fistful of your hair bound your head to the bed, as my uncompromising voice gave quiet and firm orders right in your ear the sense of freedom you felt was unmatched by anything you had ever experienced in your life. No longer the burden of control was in your hands – that weight, that responsibility, that albatross had been lifted from you.

Being free didn’t mean making all the decisions, being free meant being relieved from the responsibility of making them. Slowly, but steadily, your ass raised itself back into the air and awaited its next blow. With each connection the pain mingled with the pleasure creating an estuary of ecstasy. But with each new spanking came more firmness, you were certain your ass was a rosy pink by now, and after a particularly hard strike you instinctively wince pulling your ass to one side to weaken the blow.

“What did I tell you?” I growl. You quickly stiffen yourself back up but its too late, I had already grabbed a brush with a long firm handle and flat back from your dresser. A new level of pain quickly descended onto your ass – again and again – but with this new pain came even more pleasure as your juices began to drip down your thighs. You stay firm even though you can tell there will likely be bruises – never were you more thankful for your husband’s predictability for missionary. On occasion I test you to see if you will wince when you expect me to land a blow, but you don’t. The gap in the rhythm leaves you wanting and sometimes I run my hand lightly along your beat red ass emanating heat, subduing you, relaxing you, bringing down your defenses only to suddenly and without warning start up again.

“You said you’re a good cocksucker,” I tell you, “Prove it.” You turn around on the bed and begin to undue my pants with such lustful eagerness my cock twitches behind the material. Finally you free it from its constraints to poke out long and hard in front of you. You admire it for just a moment – it’s long, but not too long, maybe 8 or 9 inches but what immediately grabs your attention is the girth and how nicely it will fill you up. It was all around a big cock, something that was lacking with your husband.

You begin to thirstily devour my member and just having it inside your mouth brought you a sort of satisfaction although your quivering wet cunt was longing for it more than ever. You decide to show me with your lips, tongue, and throat how much you want to get fucked and on several occasions attempting and nearly succeeding in taking all of me inside of your mouth at once. You glance up at one point to see my eyes closed in pleasure and while that fist never left your hair you were given the freedom to show how thankful you were to finally have a competent cock in front of you. The brush, still in my hand, teases your clit and pussy but I don’t insert it.

Then I retake the control again and your head stops moving and my body starts. I adjust my grip on your hair to keep your head steady for a nice deep facefucking. Instinctively you try to pull away, this is what you did to your husband anytime he would push his limits, and he would allow you to escape, to make the choice – but not me. As you try to pull your head back as my cock reached the deeper recesses of your throat I held you there tighter, a prisoner to your own hair. As you slowly begin to panic, fighting back the gag reflex and feeling the instinctive urge for air, I hold you there for just a couple seconds longer than you’d have preferred. Finally, I pull your head back and you gasp in a rush of fresh air. Just as you try and compose yourself, a string of saliva hanging from my cock, you realize you’re forced back down upon it, even deeper this time. You realize between your moments of desperation for air that you are satisfying me and in the most primal way I’m also satisfying you. You give in, opening your throat further, as I fuck your pretty little face.

You have finally primed me for fucking. My breathing had become steady and hard. I turn you back around to your spanking position as you finally recapture your air and my fist of hair pushes your head into your bed. You feel my hand rubbing against your burning ass again and suddenly you hear a loud tear. I had just ripped your panties down the center exposing your holes. You feel the tip of my hard cock begin to tease the opening of your pussy and while you try to push back I won’t let you. I make you suffer with me at your entrance. But then slowly, inch by inch, I begin to pushing into you, filling you. By 5 or 6 inches you feel a sense of satisfaction but when I finally push in my full length you begin to feel an overwhelming fullness that you had yet to experience in your life.

The seemingly eternal endurance of my thrusts is what you notice most as more than one orgasm had slowly been built up inside of you and released all over my cock. With each new orgasm came a slower pace of thrusting, but it never stopped, it only rejuvenated me to fuck you harder when I could tell you were basking in the afterglow of each one that remained long enough for the next one to begin building up on top of it inside of you.

The position changed. Now you were flipped over, your legs splayed in the air as I try to reach even deeper inside of you from the front. Your moans, cries, and wails only driving me to fuck harder. Occasionally I’d take a break, pulling out and slapping my fat glistening cock onto your swollen lips and clit. But then I would push all the way back in with one thrust, taking one hand and wrapping it tight around your throat and fucking you deeper and harder still. With your back on your pussy-soaked bed and legs up in the air with your feet behind your head I drilled your little fuckhole with methodical persistence that became the equation to bring you to yet another orgasm.

This persisted for not one hour, not two, but over two and a half hours. Sometimes you were on top, sometimes you were bent over, sometimes folded in half. Orgasm after orgasm washed over your body and they had long ago become too much to handle leaving you begging for me to stop as you began to feel them uncontrollingly build back up. You tried pushing your legs closed with all your might, squirming away, and desperately begging – begging! – and nothing would work. I’d push your legs back apart, hold you down by the throat, and tel you to shut up and take my cock. The estuary of ecstasy had reached new heights and you began to feel the biggest orgasm yet slowly build up inside of you.

You didn’t think you could handle it as each new orgasm shattered both your mind and body but your pleading fell on deaf ears. I grabbed you by your throat, something you were used to by now, and ordered you to rub your clit which you did without hesitation despite the imminent mind and body crushing orgasms. As you built up to this final orgasm my hand tightened around your neck and consciousness reached a dream-like state. Reality blended seamlessly with the surreal machinations of your overstimulated mind – your eyes looking beyond the natural world into a deeper place.

This is the orgasm I choose to cum with you and as you reach your peak all sense of reality disappears as wave after wave of pure orgasmic pleasure washes over you like a tsunami. This being your most intense orgasm yet you notice something slightly different with this one. Hot streams pulsing into your center brings a new feeling – and somewhere you realize that I’m cumming inside you. Something about this thought launches you beyond to new worlds and nothing in that room can be sensed by you any longer.

When you begin to recover your senses you notice your licking our cum from my glistening cock as I push it inside of your mouth. Your eyes suddenly focus and look up at me. “Welcome back,” I say laying right where your husband usually does. You lick our mixture completely from my shaft as I tenderly reach down between your legs to feel my cum oozing from inside of you. With two fingers I swipe what is running down onto the soaked sheets and bring them to your lips which you open without direction and clean my fingers completely. Together we lay there silently recovering.

That night your husband comes home to find the house clean, new sheets on the bed, and dinner waiting for him on the table. “Hi honey,” you smile and give him a peck on the lips, “Dinner’s ready.” On the outside you had reassumed the appearance of the chained housewife, dressed as would be expected any other day. But underneath a torn pair of still wet panties still hugged your sore ass and swollen pussy. You were no longer chained. You had transcended and become anew. You had crossed the line and refused to look back. You didn’t know what would happen next but you were no longer afraid.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6lbmsl/crossing_the_line

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