It was a late spring morning in April. Just a few clouds in the sky, the slightly-stronger-than-normal breeze making the air a little more crisp and cooler than usual. Zack was finishing up his meeting, which was approaching lunch. He checked the time on his phone, noticing he had a notification from Snapchat. He decided to wait on opening it, as he headed down the hall to his office.
Inside, he closed the door, checking the time again (since, in his excitement he forgot to actually *check* the time). 11:34am. If he left at 11:40, he’d be home in time… His wife would be gone, since she typically stays at work all day. And that’d give him enough time —
His phone dinged again, another Snap.
“Oh?” He grinned, heart racing, he opened it up. His heart hadn’t raced like this in about a year, since his last mistress broke things off to work things out with her own husband. Zack had decided he’d try the same, but, after about six months decided he’d try his luck again. And it paid off, meeting his new mistress, Amy.
The snap opened up.
>On my way!
>I can’t wait to feel your hands around me again…
>[Picture]
>[Video]
The picture was of Amy’s cleavage in a purple top, with a black cross-strapped shirt underneath. Her red lips puckered, flirting devilishly. She always knew exactly how to tease him…
The video started after a few seconds, and it was her thighs. Her legs slowly spread open, revealing her purple silk panties, lace near the top of them. Her panties were soaked! She ran her fingers along the center, spreading her index finger and middle finger, pressing, revealing the curvatures of her lips. She stifled a moan, giggling. She knew how to seduce a man, and Zack felt beyond lucky to be that man.
He had to settle down before he headed out, otherwise he might just screw this up, people in his office might get suspicious… He glanced — 11:45… Fuck!
He closed up his computer and put a couple of things away, and rushed out the door. No one was around, luckily.
He messaged Amy, letting her know he was on his way…
They had decided his home would be the best place, due to privacy, location between their two jobs, and just overall comfort. He had already come up with an excused to tell his wife (Zack had told her he was going to start coming home for lunch to save money, of course she thought nothing of it. Hell, he’d wash the sheets if he had to as well, just explaining they needed to be washed for one reason or another.). Amy messaged back that she was waiting a house over, and she’s good on time.
He drove home, racing home. His heart was racing, body aching for Amy.
They had been flirting for a couple of months now, and met once for coffee. They had instant chemistry, online and in real life. If it weren’t for the public, they would have been all over each other. But they decided to wait, ensure their first fling would be just the two of them, alone, in privacy.
He turned the corner to his street, seeing her car instantly. He could practically see her devilish smile from a few houses down!
He parked, opening the garage and heading inside. She started walking up to the door…
Three knocks.
Zack opened the door, she was just as stunning as the first time he met her, and the first time he saw her images months ago at 4am when they were completely enthralled with one another.
She came in, the door closed. There was a pause, and Zack pulled her to him, kissing her. It was like kissing a powerline — instant sparks. The kiss felt like it lasted forever, neither one wanted it to end. They caught their breath after a moment, and laughed. Zack felt like he was in high school again, and Amy felt the same.
He grinned, “Guess I should give you a quick tour…”
He took her hand, and she smiled back, “How about the bedroom first?”
They moved to the bedroom, and he grabbed her again, this time from behind. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and chest, and kissed her neck. She melted into him, moaning and leaning against him.
The embrace lasted several moments, as his hands explored. Her hands reached back, grabbing his hair, while his left hand groped her left breast outside her clothing. Her nipples were already firm, he could feel them through her thin bra and black shirt. He teased her, as he kissed her neck and kissed her earlobe.
She smelled absolutely like heaven — it was a sweet smell, he couldn’t pinpoint the exact scent, but he was enamored with it. She put so much effort into her makeup, hair, outfit, everything. Her husband didn’t appreciate all the upkeep, but Zack loved every bit of it. He told her this every day. He loved seeing all her makeup collections, tutorials, her process… It was her passion. His wife never so much as put on mascara.
Amy whispered his name, and Zack kissed the right side of her neck, and gently bit her. She grabbed his right hand, running it down her front, into her jeans. He slid his hand down, feeling the silky material of her panties. He began massaging her outside her panties, just teasing her, feeling her soak herself further. He moved her to the bed, leaning against it but not laying down quite yet.
He pulled his hand back, and turned her around, kissing her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He began undoing her jeans, as she slipped off her shoes and kicked them away. Her jeans were off and gone in seconds, as were his. They stripped each others’ clothes off in practically seconds, and were in another embrace in seconds. Their skin touching one another, he laid her down and begin kissing her chest, moving down slowly.
She was writhing, moaning and gasping with each touch and kiss. His lips kissed her breasts, her stomach, thighs, and eventually her pussy. He gently kissed her lips, giving a gentle lick. He ran his tongue along between them, separating them and tasting her juices. She was like heaven — or was it hell? She was a forbidden fruit, that was too sweet to resist. He ran his tongue in, and began teasing her clit, using his fingers to stimulate her as well. She continued squirming in euphoria, running her hands through his hair.
He could feel her coming close to climax, and teased her further… She now put both hands against the back of his head, grabbing his hair with both, pressing his face into her. She let out a pleasurable scream, her thighs squeezing — Zack felt like his head was going to be crushed, but loved every bit of it!
She relaxed, and, while gripping his hair, pulled him up to her. His cock was throbbing, ready to be inside of her. She had an insane amount of pull on him, as he positioned himself. She looked up at him, as he leaned in to kiss her. He placed the head against the lips, pulsing against them as he could feel her body move as well.
The head slowly slipped in, her vagina wrapping around him as he pushed deeper in, inching. She arched her back, her eyes locked on his, taking in a breath. Her hands had moved to his shoulder blades, as she dug her nails into him. He loved the mild pain, as he began his slow rhythm, pulling back slowly and pushing his hips back into her, repeating.
Amy loved every inch of his cock. Sure, he wasn’t the biggest guy she’s ever been with — maybe just slightly smaller than her husband’s own. But Zack seemed to know how to hit all the right spots, at the right tempo. Some men had tried fucking her as furiously as they could, and it was over in just a few minutes. She continued to grip onto him, her legs wrapped around him. He was speeding up, but keeping a good pace that wasn’t in a hurry to finish.
He thrust harder into her, their bodies connecting repeatedly. Her moans as she told him to fuck her harder drove him on. His hand squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple as he fucked her. She loved the pain of the pinch — she had mentioned loving using clamps, but his fingers were the only thing available at the moment. He pinched and she let out a soft scream, wincing her eyes. Her body shuddered as he continued to fuck her.
Their bodies both were experiencing euphoria. Zack and Amy had only been making love for twenty-seven minutes, but it felt like forever (in the best of ways).
Amy pulled him down to her, kissing him. He kissed back, and leaned down, kissing her neck, biting again. She loved the pain, telling him — not asking — to bite her harder. He obliged, feeling her shiver and hands grabbing at him hungrily. He thrust into her, faster. She whimpered into his ear, “I-I’m coming…”
“So am I, baby girl…” he whispered back. She loved her pet name, since none of her other lovers had really ever given her one before. It made her feel special, loved for, cared for. *His.*
He pumped his hips into hers, her legs wrapped tightly around him as he arched up. They both let out moans, driving the last few seconds before the climax between the two. He felt the wave of his own climax hit him, as he moaned, his cock shooting the first load of his semen into her. His hands tight against her waist, as he pressed himself deep into her. His cock throbbed as it shot load after load, and she let out a long, whimpering moan of pleasure. She loved the feeling of him as he emptied into her, his bare cock against her walls, pulsating in her. She had a moment of worry, but it passed, dismissing it.
They laid together, holding each other close, wearing nothing but smiles. Thirty-four minutes had passed since they entered the house. They shared several long, lingering kisses.
“We’ve got enough time for another round if you’re –” The words were stopped with a kiss.
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Thanks for reading my second erotic literature story! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. ;)
Any suggestions or tips are welcomed. I plan on writing more, so keep an eye out!
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