About a year ago I got a new job and met someone. She was perfect in every way but one: She was married. I don’t have any compunction against dating a married woman. Too many women are miserable in dead end marriages they can’t leave for the reason of kids or money. For the purposes of this story, we can call her Galina. We worked closely together over several months, getting close. Becoming friends, flirting. We emailed, texted, called. She told me about some trouble at home with her husband during Zoom calls. When our company sent us to the conference during the time a few months ago when things seemed closer to normal we were both happy to go.
Our first night we got dinner. I convinced her to show me how to drink vodka and with each shot she became more relaxed and more herself. I enjoyed her taste in alcohol. She was elegant even in intoxication. I suggested we turn in—big day tomorrow. She smiled and apologized for being drunk. She blushed. I wanted her.
We walked back to our rooms and I made a move. Getting closer and closer to her against her door. I made small talk, not wanting the night to end. If she wanted me, she could have me. But I needed her consent. I wasn’t going to pressure her. My face got closer and closer to hers. Soon our lips touched and we kissed, our moth pressing harder and harder together. I felt her melt. I knew I had her.
She stripped for me as we walked into to her hotel room, dropping her work clothes, a great skirt-suite with a cream blouse— as she walked to the door. I got the idea and soon my clothes are joined hers, my shirt landing just after her skirt. Her blak lace bra—did she expect someone to see it that night?—came off at her door and soon my boxers followed. She removed her panties right next to her bed; we were both naked now. Her bush was full and her body had born children, she had a natural beauty.
She sunk to her knees before we got into bed. She worshiped my cock and balls, the touch of excitement, wonder, and fear she have as she caressed and stroked and kiss and lick and suck. she take my cock deep into her mouth as she hold its base with her hand, occasionally slide it down to massage my full, tight, balls. Her other hand disappeared between her legs. When she had me fully hard, I lifted her up with my strong arms and sat her on the bed before kneeling down to taste her.
The first lick broke me. The cage shattered. I’m mad with thirst; consumed by hunger. I cup her ass in my hands and lift her pussy to my mouth. My hands squeeze, the tongue probes, my lips grind, pressing so hard my teeth grind into them. I taste a hint of iron as my teeth cut my mouth from the pressure. she moaned and cried and melted, finding more of herself to give to me. She came, soaking my face and I drank her in. I wanted her more.
I dropped her to the bed. I have her: Weak, prone, legs splayed. I crawl slowly until I’m over her, covered in her scent, my body dominating hers. she shifted, tilting her pelvis slightly and with a single motion I slid suddenly and fully inside her tight pussy.
I reach under her, holding her head and body close to mine. I’m fully inside her. Her hands grip my strong back, nails digging into my skin. I thrust. Short strokes, never pulling my cock out of her. I stay fully inside, and still pushing, trying to get deeper.
I try to hold out. she was close to me. She was submissive under me. her nails clawing my back. Her mews. Her cries. Her legs are holding me deep. her pussy gripping my thick cock. she cum and it pushes me over the edge. My cock is buried so deep inside and when I cum I fill her completely.
Our chests are heaving, our throats burning, and our muscles exhausted; still, I take care to remove my cock slowly and deliberately from her flush, plump pussy.
I take the spot beside her and we roll on to our sides, spooning. We fall asleep together, spooning, she hand holding mine.
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