>She’s gone again this weekend.
She stared at her phone, reading the text message again and again. They had agreed that their affair was going to be a one-time thing. They had agreed to chalk it up to a moment of weakness that had led to several amazing hours of forbidden passion.
His message indicated that it wasn’t only her that wished they could repeat that weekend. The heat. The passion. The wrongness of it all, which made it that much better.
His wife had been away on business. At his wife’s request, she had agreed to check up on him. Neither of them remember exactly who started it, but the two of them ended up spending most of that weekend naked together. First in the bedroom, then the living room. Then the kitchen and the shower. Then back to bed. It was as if they had been meant to be lovers for years and were making up for lost time.
She remembered the warmth of his lips as they caressed her breasts and lightly sucked her hardening nipples. She thought of the feel of his hands parting her thighs and his rough fingers gently probing the wetness between her legs.
She recalled how she moaned softly the first time she felt his thick, married cock part her labia and fill her soft, young pussy with its swollen hardness. A tingling warmth filled her heart as she relived the contentment she had felt as he penetrated her — and how she felt complete in a way she never had before.
>She’s gone again this weekend.
She looked at the message again. It hadn’t changed.
She wanted to feel him again. Not just between her legs, though she definitely wanted that. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin, his fingers in his hair, her lips on hers.
She wanted to taste him again. Not just the head of his cock or the delicious drop of precum that had formed on its tip as she teased his shaft, but also the flavor of his tongue as it explored her mouth.
Maybe, most of all, she wanted to hear him again. Her eyes closed, she could remember his rapid breaths and the squeaking springs of his marital bed as he rutted her. She felt a wet heat between her legs when she recalled the guttural moan that had escaped his lips each time he climaxed and sent his liquid warmth gushing into her deepest recesses. It had felt like a gift — the most special thing any man could give her. It meant even more to her that it had come from this particular man.
She was a woman, after all, not a girl — and she liked that he treated her like one.
There was only one way to reply to the message.
>Ok, see you then.
It was wrong, all wrong. She knew that. But there was no way she could stop herself.
* * *
Come Friday, she stood outside the front door. She knew this house well — very well, in fact — but this was the first time she was walking through the door specifically for this reason.
Several neighbors were in their yards, enjoying the pleasant evening. They waved, and she waved back politely. She knew most of their names. *No one thinks I shouldn’t be here*, she thought. *Except, of course, for me.*
Just then, the door opened. As soon as she saw him, all her doubts melted away.
“I’m so glad you came,” he greeted her, taking her by the hand.
He never let go of her as he led her to the bedroom. She was here for one reason, and they both knew it. Neither of them was willing to waste any more time.
They sat down on the bed, the same bed he usually shared with his wife. He leaned in to kiss her. She savored his warm, wet tongue darting into her mouth, then moving down her neck to the top of her breasts. She wiggled free of her dress and panties; he unclasped her bra.
She sighed with relief as his mouth finally found her sensitive, hardening nipples. She breathed in sharply as his hands parted her thighs and his fingers slid over her clit. She writhed in anticipation as he positioned himself over her.
“If my mom ever finds out…” she whispered, just before their lips met again.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he responded in a soothing whisper. “This is just between us.” It was then she felt her step-dad’s thick, forbidden cock pressing against the entrance of her slippery, receptive pussy. And, just like last time, she moaned softly as she felt his hard thickness filling her, making her feel complete once again.
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