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I still couldn’t believe that it had happened. I was in a daze the next day. She texted me first. “Well that was fun”. My stomach did a somersault. Fuckkkkk. I was in trouble. Big trouble. I texted back immediately. We sexted all day. Again. I probably called her in the afternoon, on my way home. I was working about an hour away from where I lived at that point, and I called her most afternoons on the way home, if we weren’t talking, we were texting. Whenever I drive that stretch of road now I think of her. It will always be linked with this affair. I can remember sitting at the traffic lights, my cock straining against my pants as I read her texts, her describing in graphic detail how it would slide into her. I was deeply in lust. And dangerously, unfortunately, in hindsight, falling deeply in love.
I knew she wouldn’t leave him for me. I knew the huge huge scandal it would be if everyone found out. In my more lucid moments (probably after I had rushed home and furiously jerked off to the texts we’d been sending all day), I knew I was in trouble.
I resolved to end it. I bought her a book, and wrote a cute message on the inside cover. I resolved to go around to her house to tell her I couldn’t carry on like that. I would give her the book, we would chat, hug, agree to be friends, and I would leave. Sad, but relieved. I told her I had a present to give her. She told me she was free that night if I wanted to come over.
I parked two blocks away and snuck via back alleys into her block of flats. She opened the door. My heart skipped a beat. She closed the door. We sat on the couch. We hugged. I gave her the book, and she read the message. What does it mean? You’ll know when you read the book, I said. I took a deep breath, ready to end it. She hugged me. My body betrayed me. My dick betrayed me. As we hugged, it started to grow. Her smell. The feeling of her body pressed against mine. Her breath against my ear. I buried my face in her neck. We hugged for a long time, our hearts pounding. At some point, her hand strayed down to my crotch, and she felt how hard I was. We separated, her eyes twinkling (god damn, the way her eyes used to twinkle). She had me, she knew it. Tenderly, she leant forward. I was powerless. We kissed. And we kissed. And we kissed. At some point, she stood up, and took me by the hand, led me to her bed.
We rolled around on the bed kissing. Fuck. What was I supposed to do? Maybe this last hurrah, we do the thing we’d been fantasizing about, and then say our good byes? Maybe we just make out for a while, and then I go? I was getting hornier and hornier, we were dry fucking through her pants. I could feel the pre-cum starting to soak my boxers as my cock strained against them. I could hear her whimpers as me made out, could feel her pushing her crotch against mine as I ground into her. I pulled off her shirt. She was wearing a yellow bra (I can remember it clearly). My face buried in her chest, kissing her small but beautiful tits. I had spent so much time imagining them – but still hadn’t actually seen them. Her bra came off. My god, she was perfect. She pulled my shirt off as I took her breast in my mouth, clutching at my chest hair as my tongue circled her nipple.
I think I was still in my jeans – I was definitely at least in my boxers, and she was still in her pants, when she stopped, looked me in the eyes and asked me:
“Do you want to fuck me?”.
Those six words. I’ll never ever forget them. YES I WANT TO FUCK YOU
“Are you sure?” I asked. She smiled. “Yes I’m sure” she laughed, as she pulled my pants down, deftly pulling the elastic over the head of my dick.
I pulled her pants off. We were naked. I went to start rubbing her clit, but she pushed my hand away and straddled me. She was soaking wet, there wasn’t any need to get her ready. She was fucking ready. I thought about a condom, but there was no stopping for that, either. She held my cock up and it slid easily into her, bottoming out as we we kissed again, moaning in unison. She started to ride me, my hands on her waist, and as she picked up speed, they moved down to her ass. Squeezing her cheeks as she worked her tight pussy up and down my cock. Kissing deeply. I rolled her onto her back, her knees up and our eyes locked, as I thrust into her. The way she moaned, my god. The look on her face as I slid in and out of her, my hands on the bed, either side of her, her arms wrapped around me, holding on for dear life, as I fucked her, harder and harder. The sweat, slick between us, her pussy- so wet; my dick- throbbing. I can remember her reaching down and pulling her knees up, her legs spread wider to take more of me in. Her body bouncing against mine. I could feel it building inside me. Not yet, I’m not ready. Too soon. Not yet! I pulled out of her. She looked at me quizzically, then realized what I was doing as I breathed heavily, clenching my ass cheeks.
“Good boy!” she said as I felt the orgasm subsiding. I laughed. “I’m not ready yet! I want to fuck you all night” “You can fuck me as much as you want, baby” She said as she pushed me back and straddled me again. Sounds cliche now, but at that moment it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
She started to slide up and down on my cock again. I can remember reaching down and rubbing her clit, and at some point, with my other hand, my finger finding its way to her asshole. She liked that, pushed back against my finger as I pushed it into her ass… “Naughty!” she said, gasping as I forced it deeper. After riding me for a few minutes more she stopped, pulling both of my hands away and pinning them to the bedhead. She was limber, a hot little yogi. She maneuvered herself to put her feet flat on the bed, either side of me, still astride me. She held onto my shoulders as she lowered herself down, her dripping pussy tightly gripping my cock. She was completely in control at that point. (I’ve only been fucked like that a few times in my life and jesus h christ, every time it has blown my mind. I think this was the first time? Who knows. It’s definitely the most memorable.) I could do nothing but lie there and gasp for breath as she rode my cock like that. My hands were inoperable, my legs nowhere to be found. My eyes rolled back in my head.
She stopped after a while, leaned forward and kissed me, raised herself off, her knees going back to the bed, my hips thrusting up and helping her as my cock found her pussy again. She slid down me, and as she did her hand went down to her clit. I bit her ear as she ground against me and her hand. It didn’t take long. I could feel her body pulsing around me as she came, her shuddering moans in my ear, my arms around her, holding her close to me as her breaths became more and more ragged.
After she caught her breath, she picked herself off me. “I want to finish what we started the other night” she said, smiling, kissing my chest, then my belly. I realized what she meant as her lips wrapped around my cock. My back arched and I thrust towards her mouth. Her head bobbed, my hands gripping it either side. She grabbed my cock with her hand, too, and started to stroke. She stroked fast, working my head with her lips and tongue, while her hand pumped up and down, gathering intensity. Gathering intensity that was matched by my body, as I could feel it start to swell, that warmth in my balls. The tingling feeling. I gasped, my body bucking. A small orgasm rocked my body. It wasn’t big, maybe she stopped too soon, and I was holding back, but I was moaning and my body was shuddering. A bit of cum pulsed out of my cock. One spurt. She stopped “Did you just cum in my mouth?” She asked. I got up onto my knees, in front of her. She was smiling. We were both kneeling facing each other. Bodies very close. I had cum, a little bit, but knew I wasn’t done.
“There’s plenty more where that came from” I said with a smirk.
“I bet there is!” She laughed, as I started to stroke myself.
“Do you want more?” I asked – huskily, stroking myself faster. It was building again, and this time there was no stopping it. It was going to be huge.
“Yes!” she smiled, nodding, our eyes locked. One of my hands was on her shoulder, the other stroking my cock. She knelt in front of me one the bed, her hands massaging her tits seductively, putting on a little show for me as I stroked. I moaned, softly at first, and then loudly as I exploded. And it really, fucking, exploded. All over her. She held her tits up to catch my cum. Rope after rope splashed all over her tits, her neck, her belly, even a bit on her face. I pretty much blacked out, again. The week of tension, the dry humping, the edging, it all burst out of me. I saw stars. Full-on-fucking-fireworks.
It eventually subsided. As I caught my breath she was there, kneeling in front of me, still holding her tits up, that same devilish twinkle in her eye, absolutely dripping with my pearly white cum. I relaxed back on my knees, my cock still in my hand, gasping for air.
“Want to go get me a towel?” She said “Once you remember what your name is?”
I laughed. Later she told me I looked absolutely shocked. I probably was. Rocked to my core. My heart pounding, I got up, went to her bathroom, and got her a towel.
*It was our first time, but not the last – we began an illicit affair that lasted a few months. Purportedly- the best sex of both of our lives. There’s many more stories to tell. It was wild, torrid, sneaky, and so fucking sexy. We nearly got caught. We did, actually, now that I come to think of it, by the girl I started seeing. But never by her dude. In the end, I did fall in love with her, deeply. And she said she fell for me. Years later she told me she would have left him for me. I don’t know if that is true. But I know that we’ll always have a thing for each other. It ended naturally when I went overseas and when I’d come back, she’d left that guy – for the best – and started up with a new one. They’re married now. I’m going to be married, too, soon. This is my way of celebrating what we had. One day I might share more. Thanks for reading.*
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