This is the story of 6 amazing hours with a man I am seeing outside my marriage and times like these are the reasons why I cheat on my husband. It started as NSA fuck buddy sex. I wanted it to just be sex. But something else developed instead and I’m so grateful. Passion, intimacy, vulnerability, closeness.
It’s all kind of a blur because I get so cum drunk with him. He had an empty house for a few days so we got to see each other the evening of one night followed by the next morning. We got inside his house and stood in the living room kissing for a while, made it to the bedroom where he pulled me to him to kiss standing more, looking into each other’s eyes, feeling each other’s bodies. The kissing got more and more intense and I felt the hard bulge in his pants. We smiled at each other and got undressed and into bed.
More and more kissing, him holding me around my shoulders and our bodies grinding. He tells me he loves me and that I’m so beautiful like a goddess. He makes me feel like the most beautiful person in the world inside and out. And I want to actually be that beautiful person for him.
His cock is so hard, like bursting. He says he wants to be inside me. I’ve never cum from penetrative sex before and he wants to try and teach me how to cum for him. He held me and fucked me pushing and working his way in until he was so deep inside me. Our pelvises smashed together and our bodies rocking as one. I got close many times and he’d say he could feel when a wave would come inside me. He was on top, looking into my eyes. He’d switch from slowly fucking me to pounding to pushing. Looking at each other the whole time, kissing, laying our faces together. His dick felt amazing and I was thrusting up against him, fucking him back, when he said, “Don’t rush it (my name). We have eternity.”
I had the weirdest thought. Fucking him, loving him, looking at his handsome face I thought of eternity, generations, cave men. *This* is what life is made from. Not like a breeding kink or a cum kink. I mean THIS. This draw we have to each other is what LIFE is made from, where the will to live comes from.
We had been dirty talking saying how much we love fucking each other, how much I love his hard cock. How I want him to take my pussy, make this pussy be his. How hot he looks. At one point he was pounding into me while he held onto the spindles of the heardboard. His biceps looked gigantic and his face looked like a movie star.
He was sweating onto me but I didn’t care. I liked the animalness of it. I’d wipe his brow with my hands. Eventually he was just steady pushing deep inside me while I thrusted up from underneath. I could feel his cock start to throb. He said I was gonna make him cum doing that. I told him you can cum whenever you want. I want your cum, fill me with your cum, take this pussy with your cum. And he did. I gripped my pussy around his cock as it swelled. His face got serious and his breathing intense and he let loose inside me.
Our bodies fit together like nothing I’ve ever experienced. From fucking to cuddling he fits me like a puzzle piece. I love how he isn’t afraid to take charge of my body. He isn’t afraid to get close and touch every part of me. He isn’t afraid of intimacy. His cock was still inside me as I wiggled slowly underneath him milking out every bit of his orgasm. We stayed like that for a very long time. Him holding me, my arms around his back or shoulders, dragging my hands along his torso. Looking at each other and kissing. Neither of us wanting it to end so we just stayed like that with him inside me for as long as we could. Eventually I asked him, What does it feel like? And he laughed and said, Like I’m soft. We laughed and rolled over. I cleaned his dick with my tongue, then cuddles. There was a huge wet spot on the bed. He turns me on so much and I gush like a river with him.
We talked about everything we could think of also commenting on how it’s nice that we are to the point where we can speak now, lol. We used to get so drunk off each other that we couldn’t even form words! I always love listening to his voice and his mannerisms. I love how he stops and really listens to me when I talk. Or we just cuddle in silence and it isn’t awkward at all. One time I had my head against his shoulder, eyes closed just breathing in him and the scent of our fucking. I opened my eyes and he had been looking directly at me. I love how he really sees me.
We talked about all the crazy coincidences that brought us together and the amazing timing of our connection. We play a game we call “In the Alternate Universe” where we discuss what it would be like if we were a real couple. He asked me if I would marry him in the alternate universe? Of course I said Yes, I think I would. We know it’s just fantasy. Our real lives, our children, are too important to us to change anything so we feel safe fantasizing with each other.
We were holding each other and kissing and eventually our bodies started rocking and we wanted each other again. I got on top and rode him, grinding at times or bouncing. Twirling my hips in a circle, him pushing his pelvis up deep into me. I’ve ridden my share of men but it has never felt like this before. Like crazy unbelievable. He said he likes watching me enjoy it so much and that felt good to know he likes my reactions. I told him, I love fucking you. I love fucking YOU. And we kissed. He says, It’s a little dirty, right? Fucking in my bed? I smiled at him and nodded my head. He said something like, And my wife doesn’t even know. Your husband doesn’t know.
Fuck him if he does, I replied with a naughty grin. In that moment I didn’t give one fuck about all the stuff with my husband. All I wanted was him.
I got down between his legs and rubbed my face all over him, taking him deep in my throat. I think this was the easiest I’d ever taken him all the way in before. It helped a lot that he pushed my head down with his hands. He held my hair and pulled my head around on his cock. This relaxes me like nothing else and makes my pussy dripping. I would get into a rhythm with him in my mouth. Sliding him along my tongue and roof of my mouth, creating gentle suction with my mouth on the way up. I felt him throb a few times and took him in my throat again working the underside with my tongue until he pulled me up gasping. I licked it again and lay beside him.
I asked him what he wanted to do now? And he said he wanted to be in my ass. I said, You wanna fuck my ass? And he smiled and said, Yeah. He rubbed my butt and my pussy from underneath while I stood with my chest on the bed. Applied some lube and fingered my asshole. He entered my tight ass. It hurt but I didn’t want him to stop. I hid my face in the sheet but he could tell it hurt. He leaned forward to look at my face and pulled out and fingered my asshole instead, more lube, telling me to relax. He entered me again and this time it didn’t hurt at all. He laid on me pounding my ass while he pulled my head back by my hair. I loved the intensity of that. I love how dirty it is.
He washed his dick and wanted to fuck my face, which I love. I remembered him saying he likes to fuck my face when I’m against a wall so positioned myself there. He came out of the bathroom and took my face in his hands. He fucked my mouth for a while, taking breaks to lean down and kiss me. He looked amazingly hot up above me and I started rubbing my pussy telling him, “You’re so FUCKING hot.” He replied, “Am I?” God, he turns me on.
Until eventually we were kissing and kissing and he squatted down and sat on my legs and held me like that, face to face. Our hands all over, he was so sweaty that my hands slipped right over his skin and it felt very primal and connected. Him sitting on my legs, face to face, sweat, eyes, mouths, hands, and tongues.
We got up and he said, “I want my girl to cum.” So I laid beside him in bed and rubbed my pussy as he held me and kissed me and told me I was his good girl. In that moment I just wanted to be his. I just wanted to cum for him and then melt into his arms and that’s what I did, loud and breathy. I came very hard after all that build up and then rolled into him to melt.
We stayed like that, talking and kissing, and tangling our bodies together until it was time. He had set an alarm to make sure we wouldn’t fall asleep. I love how he takes care of things. We had spent nearly 4 amazing hours fucking, sucking, and loving each other. Of course I wished I could spend the night but I can’t. I would see him again in the morning though.
I woke up tired and kind of wished I could just go see him in my pajamas. In the Alternate Universe I would have been waking up in his bed with him so what’s the difference if he sees me when I first wake up? I even thought about texting him asking what he would think of seeing me in pjs but, given the choice, I knew I’d actually rather he see me looking pretty. He always notices what I wear and how I’ve done my make up so I wanted to look nice for him.
We were both tired and cuddly that day and started with lovely slow kisses in bed until he wanted to be inside me. He got on top and held me around my shoulders again pushing deep inside. I love how we fuck. How we feed off each other. How we look into each other’s eyes and how he holds my gaze not letting me look away, making it so I’m comfortable not looking away. I know he loves me. He tells me all the time…which is precisely how often I need to hear it. Also how beautiful I am, how much he loves my body, that I have an absolutely amazing ass. I love how he holds my hips and pulls me into him while he fucks me.
He works his way down to eat my pussy. He’s amazing at it. His tongue firm on my clit while taking breaks to lick up and down, shove his whole face in there. He tells me I taste delicious. I love that he likes it. I love how he eats pussy like he means it. He reaches up under my leg to hold my hand and I squeeze it. I’m so tired I wasn’t sure I could cum but I did. Not hard but enough, a little bit loud. He continues eating me out and got me close again but I just couldn’t. That’s the one bad thing about our timing. We have to meet early in the day and our bodies aren’t always used to being “on” quite yet. It’s still amazing, intense, but another reason why night sex the previous night was so special.
Another cuddle break, talking and kissing. Me stroking his cock and feeling him get hard again as our bodies rock together. It always gives me a little rush when he gets hard for me. I love the physical proof that he wants me. I climbed on top to ride him. It felt amazing. Grinding, bouncing, twirling my hips.
Sometimes I swear his dick feels like it has electricity and I think it must be the body-mind connection. Then I slid beside him and we kissed.
I wanted him in my mouth but I asked him what he wants? I want to hear him say it. He smiled and told me he wants me to suck his cock. Yeah? I ask, Tell me. He smiled again and called me a whore. He knows I like it. I tell him to tell me to do it, tell your whore what you want. He does and I crawl down between his legs. I suck his cock like my life depended on it. Looking at him, licking him and taking him into my throat while working my tongue on the underside, over and over. His hands in my hair pulling me in the rhythm he enjoys. He gets me into a rhythm I know will make him cum. I feel him throb. I stop and look at him, he starts stroking his cock. I ask him, “Are you gonna cum?” He says “Yes.” I ask him where he wants to cum? He says, “I want to cum in your mouth.” So I suck his beautiful hard cock until I taste his delicious cum fill my mouth. I swallow and keep a steady suction. I swallow again and hold him in my mouth for a while. I love his dick in my face. I crawl up and lay on top of him, my creamy boobs laying on his chest, his arms around me. I wipe my mouth and kiss him. I say, “You called me a whore today.” He smiles and says, “I did. My whore.” I smile back. We kiss and I slide beside him. We know the time is drawing to a close. There’s always sadness when we know it’s almost over and even more so after this amazing experience. We were drunk on each other for 6 hours out of a 16 hour period; that alone is intense, but also knowing that our schedules don’t align well the following weeks. We will probably meet for Stolen Kisses but it will be a while until we can have sex again so this goodbye is even more bittersweet.
He takes good care of me. Texts me later to ask if I’m ok? I am; happy at times and weepy at others, the crash is starting, but I know what this is like and it helps knowing that he experiences it with me. I took a nap in the afternoon which I often do after we meet up. Go underground and emerge when I can be human again.
Texted him that my throat is sore and my pussy feels raw but that I like it because it reminds me of him.
He responded that he was just thinking of me. :)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bf77pq/true_story_this_is_why_i_cheat