The Elevator [MF] [Adultery] [Creampie]

“Hold the elevator, please!”

It was a familiar request in my high-rise apartment building. I instinctively held my hand out, blocking the door from closing just in time.

“Oh, thank you!” said the beautiful blonde who I had never seen before. I had lived in the building for a couple years, but our paths had certainly never crossed before. If they had, I’d remember.

She was probably about my age, early thirties, wearing a sweatshirt and yoga pants. She had her hands full of groceries.

“No problem,” I responded, “Looks like you have your hands full. What floor?” I asked.

“17, please.” She was clearly relieved to almost be home. She set her bags on the floor of the elevator with a heavy sigh.

I pressed the button while discreetly checking her out. My heart sank a little when I saw the glimmer of a wedding ring on her left hand.

“I’m Cassie, by the way,” she said, with an unexpected energy. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

“I think you’re right. I’m Sam,” I responded. “I’m up on 19.”

“Oh, so practically neighbors!” She had a contagious smile – I couldn’t help but grin back at her.

The elevator slowed and the doors opened on her floor. But as Cassie picked up her grocery bags, one ripped open, sending fruits and vegetables all over the elevator floor.

“Oh, fuck!” Cassie exclaimed, immediately embarrassed by her language. She looked at me with a sheepish grin, “Sorry…” I stifled a laugh and began to help pick up her spilled cargo.

“I hope you bought some soap to wash out that mouth of yours,” I joked. “There’s no way you can carry all this now… let me give you a hand.” I scooped up the contents of her broken bag and headed down the hallway.

Their apartment was just a few feet away, and she opened the door. “You can put those on the counter, if you don’t mind,” Cassie told me. I compiled, gently setting my bundle of fruit in the kitchen.

“You all set?” I asked after helping her arrange the rest of her bags. I began to move towards the door.

“Oh, are you in a hurry?” she asked me with feigned disappointment. “Am I keeping you?”

“Not at all,” I said, confused as to her intentions. But it was the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday, so I had nothing to do.

“Well the least I can do is feed you after helping me.” She immediately started pulling some ingredients out of her bags.

“My husband and I just moved in and we hardly know anyone,” Cassie continued while expertly chopping some vegetables. “And I’m determined to make some friends. So, Sam, let’s be friends. Tell me about yourself.”

I proceeded to tell her my story: just a single man, living in the city, enjoying all that it has to offer.

“Oh, to be single again,” she said, with an air of overly dramatic wistfulness. “I got married just out of college, and let me tell you… well, it can be a lot of work.”

“A lot of work? What do you miss about being single?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“The variety,” she responded quickly, as if she had been thinking about this a lot recently. “And the work? Well, let’s just say it can be work behaving oneself in this big city. There are a lot of… temptations.”

“Oh really?”

“Really,” she looked at me, suddenly serious. Our eyes met for a long moment before she turned back to her work.

After a short pause, she continued. “Anyway, we moved in here because we needed more space. At least, we WILL need more space once we finally start a family.”

“What’s the hold up?” I immediately regretted being so intrusive.

She didn’t seem to mind. “Well… It’s just never the right time, you know? Everything has to be planned now. And a baby just hasn’t fit into our plans. It’s something we both really want. Sometimes I wish it would just happen.”

“Ah,” I said, pretending to understand. I had never had any interest in raising kids. “If it’s something you want, you’ll just have to make it work. No matter what.”

“I guess,” she sighed. I didn’t feel like I was helping.

“Sometimes you just have to let life happen.” My words seem to hit a nerve, and she stopped chopping for a moment. She set her knife down and pulled her sweatshirt off over her head – revealing a tight, low-cut exercise cami underneath. With her body’s curves now fully on display, she rocked back and forth on her feet, subtly wiggling her rear while she finished up our lunch.

I began to wonder if this was a show that she was putting on for my benefit. Whether or not that was the case, I was really enjoying myself.

She must have figured something was up, as I had gone silent. She turned to me, and I averted my gaze from her shapely ass just in time. “Oh, sorry, I always get hot when I’m cooking. I think it’s this stove,” she explained. “I hope you don’t mind I took off my sweatshirt.”

“I’d have to be crazy to mind,” I said, not thinking about what I just said. She smiled. I blushed.

“Well, it’s nice to be appreciated,” Cassie said as she handed me my lunch. Her hips swung as she walked around my chair and  sat down with her own plate right next to me. “I hope it’s enough. I don’t like to exercise on a full stomach. And I want to get a workout in later… before my husband comes home.”

She paused and looked at me before continuing. “Do you like to work out?”

“Oh, I do.” My eyes darted over her body. “What time do you expect him back?” I asked, hoping I was reading her signals correctly.

Any concerns I had about crossing any lines were quickly shattered. She moved her hand to my knee. She lowered her voice to a hushed whisper. “Don’t worry. We have plenty of time.”

Time may not have been an issue, but I saw no reason to move slowly. I swiftly moved out of my chair and pulled her up on the counter. Cassie parted her legs and I moved between them to meet her in a passionate kiss. Her hands glided over my back and she gently pulled me closer. She could feel my growing hardness through my pants, and I could feel the fiery heat building between her legs.

I held her face in my hand as I continued to kiss her, while her hands moved to unbuckle my belt and undo my pants, which soon fell to the floor. Her fingers immediately moved to grasp my hardness, and she subtly stroked me through my underwear.

We broke our kiss just long enough for me to pull her cami over her head. I dove back in, kissing her neck and shoulders and nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned in anticipation and pleasure as my hot breath moistened the skin on the top of her breasts, where I planted several kisses. We ground our hips together, my erect shaft straining against the thin cotton of my boxer briefs.

I hooked the waistband of her yoga pants with my fingers, and I pulled, tugged and shimmied them over her hips and onto the ground. She was still sitting on the counter, and I kneeled before her. I licked and kissed her inner thigh, leaving a trail of warm wetness on her skin. She squirmed and cooed as I got closer to her crotch, only to have me switch legs and start from the bottom again. Finally, I reached my destination and kissed her pussy through the fabric of her panties. Her scent filled my nostrils and the heat radiating from her body warmed my lips. She pressed her hips into my face and wiggled in delight.

“Mmm, don’t tease me,” Cassie pleaded as I withdrew my mouth. I looked up at her, a sly grin on my face.

“You said we have plenty of time,” I explained. I paused to plant kisses on her upper thighs and her lower stomach. “And I plan on making this last. Now, just relax, please.”

I stood up to kiss her and rubbed her pussy with the palm of my hand. Her panties were now wet, all but soaked through. I pressed two fingers in between her lower lips, eliciting a hungry moan. Her tongue slid into my mouth and her hands found my hard cock. She cupped my balls and stroked the shaft through my underwear as I continued to finger her through her panties.

I broke our kiss and moved my hand under her front pantyline. My fingers moved over her clit and dipped into her moist sex. I whispered into her ear. “Do I turn you on?”

“Yeah…” her eyes were closed, concentrating on the sensation of my fingers gliding over her clit and between her labia.

“What if your husband saw you now?” I nibbled her earlobe, my fingers still exploring between her legs. “Does he know how naughty you are?”

“No… he doesn’t know…” She bucked a little against my fingers, trying to increase the friction. “He can’t know…”

She trailed off and bit her lip. Her hips moved faster against my fingers. She gripped the counter with one hand while groping my stiff package with the other. Clearly, her husband wasn’t on her mind.

My mind was racing with a thousand thoughts. Here I was, with another man’s wife, fingering her in their kitchen. And she was fondling my dick and balls. How much further was she going to let me go?

It’s almost as if she read my mind, because she answered my question immediately. She pulled my t-shirt over my head. Taking the hint, I grabbed her panties and pulled them down over her feet.

Cassie was now completely naked, perched on the kitchen counter with her legs spread. I stood before her, in only my underwear. She reached in and pulled my hard dick out of my boxers, stroking it slowly but with a firm grip.

“I want you to fuck me,” she told me. “Right here.”

She used my dick like a handle, pulling me closer towards her. She rubbed its head and shaft over her pussy, coating them in her natural juices, until it glistened under the kitchen lights. She gave it two more strokes before grabbing the counter with both hands, bracing herself.

“Come on, Sam, just fuck me already.”

I didn’t have to be asked again. Already slick and lubricated, my thick cock easily slid inside her warm, welcoming cunt. She let out a loud gasp as my large tool probed the depths of pussy, pressing towards her cervix. We stayed like that for a few seconds, enjoying the moment, before I withdrew myself nearly completely. Then I pushed into her again. She was as wet as any woman I’d ever been with, and her body was ready – demanding, in fact – to be fucked, deep and hard.

She put her arms around me and pulled me into her again. My rhythm increased steadily, much to her delight.

“Yes, Sam,” she moaned with each thrust, “Yes… just like that…”

I had forgotten how great it felt to be inside a woman without any barriers or protection. We had never even discussed a condom – it honestly hadn’t even crossed my mind – but now I realized how much better it was to be truly connected with a lover, enjoying the feeling of oneness that can only come from natural, unprotected sex.

Just her body and mine. Nothing in the way.

She bucked into me as I entered her over and over again, my pelvic bone pushing against her clit. After a few minutes, I could tell she was close to an orgasm, so I rubbed her clit between thrusts to send her over the edge.

“YES… YES!” she was now loud enough I was thought the neighbors would hear. “Keep going… Keep going!”

“Cum for me, Cassie,” I growled, driving my dick into her with new force. “Cum on my cock.”

“OH… OH GOD… SAM!” I felt her pussy clench down on my thick member as an orgasm overtook her. She wrapped her legs and arms around me, holding me tight and pulling me in deeper. Her pussy continued to grip and milk my cock as I thrust in and out.

“Oh, shit,” I said, betraying my own growing orgasm. Her pulsing pussy had set me close to the edge.

“Yeah, Sam. Give it to me. Yeah!” She had just cum, but she was suddenly focused on getting me off – as if that was ever going to be an issue.

I was continuing to thrust, but I was nearing the point of no return. My voice was strained. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, Cassie.” My bare cock pressed deep into her receptive cunt. It was clear that I was about to burst.

“Yeah?” She liked hearing my voice.

“Yeah, Cassie. Shit, you’re going to make me cum,” I warned.

“Cum in me.” She was whispering at first. She repeated herself, louder this time: “Cum in me, Sam.”

“Are you sure?” I could barely talk as my orgasm welled up inside me.

“Yes.” She met my eyes with hers. “Give me your cum, Sam.” She moved her hips in a small circle, sending shivers through my whole body.

“Are you safe?”

“No.”

I didn’t care. In fact, maybe that’s what I wanted to hear. I let out a primal moan and thrust my cock into as deep as it could go. My balls throbbed as I climaxed, shooting my seed into the deepest recesses of her pussy and even directly into her fertile womb. I felt another spasm as a second jet of my cum coated her insides. A third wave emptied my balls and flooded her cervix.

She loved it. “Yes, Sam! Fill me! Fill my married pussy with your cum!”

I was spent. My balls continued to spasm but had no more semen to give. I pressed my face to hers, this time penetrating her mouth with my tongue. She accepted it eagerly and our tongues danced together in her mouth.

After I collected myself, I withdrew my softening cock from her gaping pussy, now sloppy with the combination of her juices and my seed. Some of my sperm started to leak out on to the floor. She caught it and brought my sticky seed to her lips.

“Mmm, that’s the stuff,” she said, licking her fingers. “Dessert!”

I chuckled and started to put on my clothes. “Thanks for lunch, Cassie. But I better get going.”

“No, thank you,” she responded with the same contagious smile form earlier. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of my cum.

I gave her one last kiss on the cheek and left her apartment. She was still sitting on the counter, body dripping with my cum, when I walked out the door.

* * *

Several months later, I walked off that same elevator find Cassie and her husband in the lobby. I quickly said “hi” and avoided eye contact, determined not to give anything away in front of her husband. We had only fucked once, but I didn’t want any drama.

We passed each other as they got on the elevator. I took a few steps and then allowed myself to turn back at the beautiful woman and reminisce about that one great afternoon.

My eyes got big when I realized that Cassie had her hands on her visibly pregnant belly. She caught my gaze, looked down at her growing baby, then back at me. She silently mouthed “thank you” just as the elevator doors closed.

I smiled, thinking about the time we had “let life happen.” It had worked out well for her – and gave me a memory I’ll never forget.

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