Her and I had begun having an affair roughly a couple of months before. As I’ve shared previously, I was a Principal and she was a new teacher. I was in a long term partnership and she was married. Read the other post for my details on that
Up until this point we’d been flirting like crazy for a couple months, followed by finally agreeing to meet. We didn’t fuck, but went down on each other and ravaged each other with our mouths. We just couldn’t pull the trigger on sex. Not yet.
Eventually, we were at a work party. We stayed distant from one another. Everyone still thought we disliked one another and it helped us keep our secret. Her husband was there also. Speaking to him was difficult. I still considered myself a good guy. Obviously we were both being assholes, but I didn’t want to have to take it to this level. At one point she came over to the bar and began flirting with me. I couldn’t do that with him there and made an excuse to leave. She was pissed. I didn’t care.
I took a taxi and headed to a park I enjoyed. It was late at night by then so it was relatively empty, least the bits I liked. I strolled and pondered what exactly the fuck I was doing. Then she texted me.
“Where did you go?!?”
“I left. Went for a walk. That was awkward as hell.”
A bit later the phone blinged again.
“Tell me where you are. I sent him home.”
I wasn’t sure about this, but sent her my location. About twenty minutes later she showed up. She was wearing a short purple dress. Her hair pulled up into a tossed bun, chopstick poking through it.
“I can’t believe you fucking left. We never get to see each other.”
We argued about the situation about her marriage and my feelings about it all. I honestly hated cheating on my girlfriend. It made me feel like shit I told her. She didn’t care. She relished cheating, which I did not. I was pulled in for different reasons, but the more we argued, the quieter and closer we became. Soon enough we had our hands on each other, cursing one another. And that was it.
I put my hand under her dress and felt her. She was soaking wet. We began kissing passionately. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her to me. I can remember her breath; gasping. She took my hand and walked us to a staircase that went to an elevated walkway. It left a small, secluded nook underneath the stairway and the bridge where there was darkness. She pulled me inside.
I pushed her up against the wall and reaching down with my hands, grabbed her ass with one and began fingering her with the other. She moaned, desperate to be filled. Enough of this shit, she rasped and turned around, bending over in front of me. I threw her dress up over her back and she reached behind and pulled her panties to the side. I didn’t have a condom but she didn’t care. I undid the buttons of my jeans, lowered them slightly, and mounted behind her. A few slides of my head around her hole was more than enough to lubricate me, and like an animal, I pushed myself inside.
We were not patient or trying to make a “moment”. We were in public. We were doing a terrible thing, and I think we both needed it so bad to be over, to be done. To release. She had one hand on the ground and the other against the concrete wall, trying to be the foundation for my furious thrusts. I stuffed myself inside of her as deep and hard as I could. Not quickly. No. Hard. Deep. Deliberate. It didn’t take long for either of us. She was so unbelievable tight. All these months waiting, and years never being with anyone else. And here we were. Pants down around my ass, her skirt damn near over her head. Fucking like the awful cheaters we were.
I could barely hang on as she exploded around me. Her pussy literally squelching and splotching. Was like a fountain of warm liquid went off inside her; I could feel it dripping all over my sandals. Just after my orgasm peaked, and I pulled out out my fear of impregnating her.
“Noooo!” she screamed, surprising me. She turned around, grabbed my spurting dick, some getting onto her cheek and neck, and began swallowing every bit I had left. I braced against the cold concrete wall as she continued sucking me dry.
When she finished she cursed at me wiping her face with her hand, kicking it off. She aked me why the fuck I pulled out. It turned out that was her favorite part, feeling herself filled. It made the whole experience different for her. Looking back it’s now obvious she had a breeding fetish. We began arguing almost instantly. How the fuck was I supposed to know? Also, was she even on birth control? Jesus.
We looked at each other. Satisfied on some levels, aggravated on others. What the fuck were we doing… ?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yz7h50/an_affair_mf_never_pull_out_again
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