I slowly woke from a deep dream to the light sensation of fingers caressing my skin. Fingertips, slowly tracing up and down my body. Awareness began to return.
Where was I? Oh, right….
I had stayed the night at my friend Michelle’s house. I stayed the night often, I was her and her husband Michael’s sexual companion. Michelle was 7 months pregnant, and had no sex drive. Michael, however, was nearly insatiable with his. Michelle thought of a solution: use me. I was supposed to relieve Michael’s urges during Michelle’s pregnancy, under 1 condition: Michelle had to supervise.
We had been under this obstacle for weeks. Michelle insisted on being present for any sort of sexual activities, but it was clear she wasn’t into women, or threesomes, she just wanted to supervise. Her presence was a drain on the experience. It always was. But she was my friend, and his wife, so we followed her one rule.
The sexual tension between Michael and I was so intense. He was gorgeous, a military man, a soldier, in amazing shape. Native American, raven black hair, deep brown eyes, the closest thing to Taylor Lautner I would ever get. And he was into me, really into me. Every time we were around each other lust pulsed between us, but we couldn’t express it, not the way we wanted to anyways.
I remember one time Michael and I were lying on the couch, while Michelle was out shopping. He was spooning me from behind while we watched Game of Thrones. I was messing with him, moving my hips and ass against his waist, grinding slowly against his cock until I teased it into being rock hard. I love the feeling of erections pressing against my skin through sweatpants. Teasing him was fun, delicious even.
He grew tired of my taunting, slid his hand around my throat, and whispered in my ear;
“Press your ass against me one more time, slut, and I will pin you down, mount you, and force fuck your pretty little pussy until she makes me cum.”
Some of the hottest words I have ever heard to this day…. I was soaking wet and ready for him to make good on his threat. I wanted him to fuck me, so bad… and he would, all I had to do was tease him one more time….
But the rule…. I thought, and guilt washed over me. Michelle was out of the house, we shouldn’t do this. I resisted, and so did he, barely. We had so many moments like that, close calls. The sexual tension was so thick he could just wink at me and I’d drop my panties if he wanted. I’d never been so riled up in my life.
Where was I? Oh…. right.
I woke up from a deep dream to the light sensation of fingers caressing my skin. Michael was slowly drawing his fingers up and down my body, running them lightly through my hair, grazing my sensitive nipples, rolling them between his fingers, drawing his nails down my stomach and thighs.
He knew I loved being caressed like this. It made me so relaxed….compliant and… above all… dripping wet. His fingertips shot little tendrils of delicious lightning through every nerve in my body.
He teased the inside of my thighs. I slowly spread my legs open for him, without words, inviting him, begging him…
Touch me… please…. please touch me…
Michelle was sleeping just on the other side of him. Was this breaking the one rule? She was technically here…..
Don’t try and justify it, my conscience shouted. You know damn well she isn’t conscious, she wouldn’t approve, this is violating the terms of your sex contract, this is cheating.
Is it though? The devil on my shoulder argued. If it’s not actual sex and just fooling around , does it count?
Michael didn’t give me much time to debate the morality of what we were doing. When I spread my thighs open for him, he immediately obliged.
He slowly ran his fingers up between my slick, wet, wanting pussy lips, and lightly massaged my pulsing clit in little circles. Rhythmically, gently, slowly… it felt fucking amazing.
I felt a strong orgasm beginning to build almost immediately. I held my breath until I couldn’t take it anymore, and then slowly released it, only to hold it again. I normally moan when I’m getting pleasured….but I had to be quiet. I couldn’t wake her up.
Don’t wake her up….. I could almost hear him commanding me with his mind. I looked over at his face. His eyes were closed, his breathing was steady, to anyone else he would look fast asleep. No one would know he was about to make me cum harder than anyone ever had before.
My legs began to shake as my orgasm built under his touch. He used his other hand to grip my thigh tightly, as if to say….
Stay still…. like a good little slut.
I tried my best to contain myself. It felt so fucking amazing. One more deep breath…. one more breath….
Ahhhh fuck…. I came hard on his fingers. My back arched and my breath released in a moment of pure ecstasy…waves of delicious euphoria racked my body over and over again as he continued to relentlessly tease my clit.
Wow… I thought, as I slowly began to come down off of my high. No one has ever made me cum like tha- what?
As soon as I came, he knew my body was wet and ready for him. He gripped my hips, rolled me slightly, and pulled me tightly against his waist. I felt it. His hung, rock hard, throbbing cock between my thighs. His tip was slowly playing at my slit, lapping up all the cum he’d just drawn out of me.
No…. I thought… I could argue or try and justify the ethics of him getting me off with his fingers all day, but there was no question… he was about to fuck me… and as much as I desperately wanted that…. Michelle was asleep on the other side of him, this was absolutely against the rule…
No… I reached my hand back, and lightly pressed against his hips… trying to tell him we shouldn’t be doing this… I tried to push him away.
He didn’t like that. Not at all. My mind might be telling him no, but my body was begging him for his cock, and he knew it. He didn’t like being told no, he never did. He grabbed my wrist and pinned it against his abs, while his other hand gripped my hip… and…
Fuck!
He slowly forced his tip into my entrance. I’d never felt anything so fucking delicious. I was his whore in that moment, I revelled in the feeling of him easing into me, inch by inch into my pussy, making me feel full, going as deep as he could. He held me there for a moment, letting my body adjust to the invasion of his cock. I felt his entire shaft penetrate me, I felt it throbbing and twitching. His eyes were still closed, but his breathing was no longer steady, a primal energy took over him, and I felt him inhale deeply, he leaned in close, pinning me against him, I felt his hot breath on my neck, I felt his hot tongue lick and nibble at my ear…
This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever fucking – oh!
He slowly began to pull out, my body missed his cock, my tight pussy lips gripped and clinched around him as if begging him to come back. He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in deeply.
We shouldn’t be doing this….
We had fucked before, many times, all under the disapproving and jealous gaze of his bride, but we had fucked before.
Never like this, though. This was new. Carnal. Untamed.
He slow-fucked my needy body, thrusting in and out, pounding my glistening pussy over and over again, all while we both tried to keep our breath and moans of pleasure as quiet as possible.
I closed my thighs, making my body clinch around him even tighter.
Michelle……Michelle…..Michelle who?
“Fuck!” He let out a whispered praise against my neck, trying to contain himself. His nails dug into my hips and wrist as he grew more and more desperate to cum, digging deeper and deeper into my pussy until he –
Ohhhh my gods… I felt him thrust hard and pin me in place while he unleashed his hot thick cum deep into my womb. I could feel his cock twitch and convulse as load after load of delicious white seed spilled into me, coating the walls of my pussy with his desire. It was the most amazing thing I had ever fucking felt. He knew, after all, that pie was my favorite dessert.
We stayed like that for a moment , basking in the delight. He lifted my thigh up, and I looked down to see his cum slowly spilling out of me. He released my hip and wrist, lifted his hand up to my chin to turn my face to him, and kissed me deeply.
Then he sat up, got up from the bed, walked around to the other side, gave his wife a kiss on the cheek, and walked away.
I stared after him in shock at his nonchalance. As if we hadn’t just committed one of the ultimate sins. He threw on a robe, and I heard him whistling a tune as he walked downstairs to cook breakfast.
We shouldn’t have done that… I thought, as guilt washed over me. I looked at Michelle, happily sleeping, at peace, none the wiser.
Well, what’s done is done, and I can’t change it. Besides, what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her right?
A silly expression.
Often, what we don’t know ends up hurting us the most in the end.
Where was I? Oh right….
A dream.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rj6tf5/diaries_of_a_deviant_confessions_we_shouldnt_be
Nice one, erotic and primal clever! Anymore?lol cheers.