I knew it was wrong

But I could smell her. Had been smelling her for days. The light scent of lust coming off her body. I knew she had been miserable and sad but beneath that was something else. A need. It would increase when we were together. Her cunt soaking. I could smell her. There it was just under her flowered perfume. I knew she would taste light and airy.

I had thought for years about fucking her. Nothing truly overt but the occasional look on her face would drive thoughts then my mind. “What would she look like when she came?” “How would that tiny body feel feel sliding down on me?” “What noises would she make?”

I figured like most things it would stay fantasy. Little glimmers in my mind as I stroked my cock.
Now I could smell her. My cock would twitch with each feint whiff and strain against my underwear when she would give me that look. All men know that look. That shy, teasing look that says “I am here if you have to balls to take me.” The unspoken challenge and invitation.

The first time I tasted her pussy, watching her back arch as my tongue ran over her clit, I could have cum at the slightest touch. Time was short. I wanted her to ask me to fuck her. She wasn’t ready. I could see she wanted my cock n her, but couldn’t say it. That was ok. I wanted it to be right for her.

We talked. We set a few rules.

She was in my office. We were alone. I pulled her across my knee and spanked her ass. The grunted moans engorged my cock. I started to rub her pussy, her drooling slit opening to my fingers. I tasted her pussy. I sucked her perfect little nipple and fed her my cock. I had to have her. “I want you to fuck me” she whispered. There was a catch in her throat. She knew what this meant. I was honored to help her. I pulled her onto my lap, cock slipping inside her. I knew this would be short. I hadn’t cum in a few days, saving for this moment.

Her pussy was tight, squeezing around my cock. There was a small popping sensation as I pushed inside of her. I watched her face as she slid down my dick. Eyes fluttering. Moaning my name. Gentle fucking. Holding each other. Kissing. Her cunt milking my cock as she whispered in my ear to cum. I pulled from her and released on to her shaven flesh. My cock and balls coated in her juice.

Her eyes were clouded in lingering lust and gratefulness.

She had done it. She was free from a unhappy marriage. She will always be my sister-in-law, just no longer my brother wife. We kissed as my cum started to dry on her flesh.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uc6sgk/i_knew_it_was_wrong