A finally fulfilled wife [MF]

I dug my heels into his back, trying to match the rhythm of his hips as he pistoned hard and long inside me. Every exhaled breath moaned out of me. God, this was almost too intense.

I felt myself losing control as he stood near the foot of my bed while I laid down, ass hanging off the edge while he fucked me.

That’s what this was, I decided. Just a few moments before I was nervously kissing him, allowing his hands to strip me while we stood in my bedroom. He was tall, much taller than my husband. His imposing frame meant his hands engulfed my neck and easily reached down to lift me onto the bed.

I want to say I was swept away by passion, by the Harlequin romance of a handsome stranger who offered a ride home to a mom in need but that was a lie.

I wanted to fuck this man. I wanted this man to fuck me. I didn’t care if it was right or wrong, I only cared that it was hard and wet and ended with me exhausted and fully, completely satisfied.

He lifted me onto the bed, setting me down like he was putting a child to bed. We were already naked at that point, our clothes heaped at his feet. He bent over to kiss me. The angle pressed his strong, hairy chest onto my chest. The furry muscles tickled my nipples and forced an involuntary grind of my hips against his long, fat cock.

I kissed him, not nervously but deep and hard and with a biting fervour. I lifted my legs high and released him. He knew what to do. He gently pushed the tip of his hammer against my pussy and started a slow, steady pressure until I felt it break through and slide — just the tip — inside me.

I gasped and he thrust the whole fucking thing into me. Holy shit, I almost came right then. The full thing inside me was a revelation. My husband was a flaccid, cheating bastard. I’d long ago lost my desire for his limp rag. This man, chosen from among several of my co-workers, he had a body and an energy worth my time.

Once I recovered from the shock and pleasure of its entry, I began to breathe again. He started up slowly, but as the warmth and wetness gushed over his cock he abandoned any rhythm and just pounded away.

Once I secured myself to him by wrapping my legs around his torso and digging in my heels, we found the truth in sex. There were no dirty words. There were no flirty glances. He fucked me and I fucked him and we grunted and gasped and grappled for what seemed like a sweaty eternity.

Then, like it was preordained, I felt him stiffen just as I was about to explode, too. He bent into me and we came, chest to chest, bodies fully engaged in an immortal orgasm that still gives me shivers today. He clutched me desperately by the shoulders as he pumped his soul into me. I relaxed my legs, allowing them to fall helplessly.

He got dressed, kissed me on the cheek and left my house. I stayed in bed, enjoying the exhausted fullness of great sex.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/sl945d/a_finally_fulfilled_wife_mf