I found this sub and wanted to submit a second story. This was recently sent to a female friend i met on Facebook as we started to grow closer and stronger together, sharing much more than how our day went. She’s married and unhappy, so I thought this might have made her more excited. Enjoy…
So we finally sneak away to the 3rd floor away from the guests downstairs, the both of us walking upstairs with you leading me by the hand. My heart aches for this moment, and by the time we get to the floor, looking into your eyes I can nearly feel it too. Smiling devilishly, we embrace slowly. I’m nervous, heart racing, but eager to do anything and everything as the first contact of your parted lips make contact with mine. The comforting sensation of your warm, moist mouth is quickly pushed aside by the sudden sensation of your eager tongue reaching out for my own, aggressively starting to wrestle in our mouths. I can feel the fabric of your snug, little black dress, my arms embracing you; and take in the scent of your special perfume you’ve reserve for this occasion.
Our embrace gets stronger, our faces closer, our tongues more entwined. Immediately my heart races faster as I hear you inhale, your left leg wrapped in nylons going between my legs, my stiffness being caressed by it. I sneakily move my hand downwards on your back, feeling the slinkiness of your dress, tugging it up a little to grab your ass. I feel you attempt the same maneuver with my satin-y shirt, admiring your hand on my buttock. Still locking lips, locking hearts, I can’t help but to smile and laugh a bit at your coyness, breaking the tension. Thankfully you’re not annoyed and smile back at me, tilting your head a bit while you let go, grab my hand again…
And we dive on to the bed. God it feels great! We can let loose, savor the moment, get wrapped up in things. But you.. oh you… You don’t waste any time. In a forceful manner you jump on me, legs on my side, and pin my hands to the bed by the sides of the pillow, kissing me feverishly. I’m trying to gently trap you by latching on to your bottom lip, but feel no loss as you pull back, licking my chin and moving downwards on my neck, my throat, my chest. Hurriedly you release my hands running your nails down my arms then unbutton my shirt, enjoying the scent of my cologne with my chest hairs. Playfully you look up at me, giving me a sky wink. I think I know what’s coming next, but I want to remain in suspense. My pants become unbuttoned by your skillful oral talents, a tease of what’s to come. Already my cock is at full staff, even raising up the waistband of my boxers somewhat, eager to see what’s next. Before you begin, I notice you start taking off your dress, the fabric moving so easily, slipping off your body exposing your tight bosom and nude thigh-highs.
You kiss the peeking head of cock so gently in a friendly manner, almost a sign of saying “enjoy the ride!” , before you use your teeth to pull off my boxers. I can’t wait and start pushing my pants off myself, making it easier for you, excited to get down to business. I can barely make out a little drool emitting from your open mouth as your head starts to make contact. I can’t tell if that’s your hunger for my manhood, or a skillful move in lubricating it. Everything in front of me is eye candy as I admire the softness of your skin, the exquisite curves that make you who you are, your hair being pushed to the side to make room for your mind-numbing performance. Soon after you’re licking my penis up and down with just your tongue, concentrating on both sides and allowing your tongue to taste the sensations of my pulses, muscle against muscle. It’s almost harmonious with your taste buds experiencing the texture and nuances of my shaft, while at the same time the wet and warm sensations keep me hard! You move your head down further allowing those eager lips to share in that sensation while your mouth muscle playfully spirals along my throbbing head, mixing lubricants in a frenzy of unique body fluids.
My hands reach down to feel the silkiness of those thigh highs, even thought your complete focus is seemingly on my pleasure. I stroke your knees, feeling the fabric, your skin slowly becoming moist from sweat along with the rest of your lovely body. It’s become a circus of senses with the various touches, sounds of breathing, the scent of passion in the air. Simultaneously more senses are added to this as your head bobs up and down like a piston; going further and further down with each stroke, quickly teased by your curious tongue, only to be withdrawn again creating a string of drool from my penis to your mouth, each stroke longer than the next. You’re at the point of forcing your tongue on each side, switching it to the inside of each cheek, over and over. You have the power and control. While my cock is buried deep in your mouth, my hand moves away your flowing hair exposing a devilish look in those eyes, startled that you’re looking right up at me as if I interrupted your concentration. With a deep breath, you slowly lower those eyes before focusing your tongue in a “V” shape, lowering your head slowly to engulf my throbbing member, the head feeling the entrance to your throat as it pulses with my heart beat. Your skillful tongue miraculously massaging the underside ridge of my dick, overactive with nerves and anxious to explode; while your body language and groans tell me that this is pleasing me as much as it is you. I want to feed you. I want to quench your thirst. I want to give you my semen to coat your mouth, your throat, to let your taste buds experience a fulfilling new taste… …the taste that is my body.
My left fingers are relishing in the fibrous strands of your hair, my right fingers are mellowing in the nylon strands of your stockings, and my mind is going in so many different places. “I’m incredibly hard, and I want to cum, but I want to please you as well!”, in my head. At the same time you’re focusing on my deep-throated dick that I can’t tell if you’re challenging yourself or if you’re getting off to it as much as I am. “MMM-MMMM-MMMMM-MMM-MMM” I hear coming from you before you grip your mouth tighter, focusing your lips to the base, then slowly raise your head creating a soul-sucking vacuum I never want to stop. I can’t tell what’s about to happen as you completely stop sucking me, part disappointment, part relief; as my torso and privates feel the cool warmth of the attic. But it’s hard not to notice the sloppy string of saliva and a bit of precum connecting your head and my body together. I hear you whimper, “You’re hard enough babe. Now fuck me!”, and I can’t be prouder.
Even with the energy poured into our mutual pleasure, you have no problem getting up, quickly removing your damp thong panties, and bending over exposing your supple butt cheeks; warm to the touch despite the cooler attic. I try to get up but feel almost lightheaded from the sexual fervor being shared, the unimaginable quickness at how we progress. Still in disbelief that I’m able to hold back my load from your skillful oral demonstration, I take the sight of my pulsating cock gleaming from the evidence of your thirst, what unshaven hairs there are matted to my skin from sweat and drool, now only inches away from penetrating your body. “Maybe just a taste.. she won’t mind. I want to taste her juices”, I think. You’re in the doggy position with your nylon-wrapped legs spread slightly, but I push them closer together to feel that nylon once again, but secretly creating a much tighter fit. I reach over to your shoulders, brushing your hair a bit, gripping gently to massage them and to tease you, and at the same time my hard cock gets planted upwards between your inviting buttocks, still moistened from the blowjob, now even smoother from the juices between your legs. I move back and forth, letting my veins and ripples touch your anal nerves, your bulbous vulva and lips. Your heavy breaths and moans are angelic music pleasing my ears and my mind, gleeful from the pleasure we’re both experiencing. It’s cold up here, but our body heat sustains us. I poke my hand down to guide myself, my index finger gliding from the top of your butt cheeks, gliding down to your moistened anus, when it occurs to me. “She loves that!”. I can feel you push back a bit, encouraging my digit to explore the depths and nerve endings of your asshole. With little effort I push my finger in straight while the top of my rigid cock simultaneously parts your vaginal lips, already wet from our sexual endeavors. Out of curiosity I glance down and already see tiny drops staining the bed sheet.. I “twist the knife” so to speak and ever-so-slowly guide my stiff finger into your pert asshole, the ring cautiously welcoming the object, gripping it tightly as it probes the sensitive edge, your walls and ridges. Right at that moment I feel a quick torrent of warm liquid at the base of my cock. It’s become drenched from the surprising reaction of my finger in your ass, each slow twist and turn from my finger causing your pussy to expel more liquid on my stiffened penis, now coated with a tart, natural lube.
Freshly coated, I guide my throbbing, bulbous head into your opening, the lips slickened with your gooey liquid, making penetration so much easier, so much richer. My yielding hands split your ass cheeks further apart, allowing deeper thrusting from the get go. No hesitation from your vagina as it welcomes my manhood to explore your love canal, so ripply and sensitive. The immense build up of heat in our bodies and heads combined with the physical motions and erotic moaning and panting bring us closer to the edge in unison with each passing second, both of us wanting to get lost in this moment, wishing it never to end. While sweat begins to drip from my chest and my thighs, I can feel your sweat struggling to get through the soft threads of your thigh-highs while your hair gets messier and unkempt from our intense, loving actions.
The placement of your legs and thighs creates a tighter grip around my pulsating manhood, pumping in and out of your hot pussy, each squish from the inward thrusts taking me higher and higher mentally, increasing the boiling point, the point of no return, the point in which we will be known as one. I am lost in each “unngghh” from your voice, knowing this is someone I’ve had a crush on for a while, was surprised to discover she felt the same about me, someone who I went to sleep thinking about, someone who I imagined thinking about me when she woke up. I push harder and quicker into your inviting pussy allowing our nerves to contact, our skin to connect, our blood pulses to combine, as I suspend myself inside of you to prolong the contact of skin-to-skin. I’m sinking deeper into your as deep as my thoughts and emotions are running, each push forward causing small gushes of cum to emit from your soaked lips, sprinkling the tiny pubic hairs on my crotch, glistening down my ball sack, matting my hairs down my thighs, finally starting to create a small pool to my knees.
I can feel it. I can feel me getting closer to the edge. Every squirt, every moan, ever sweat drop, every breath I hear from you brings me closer and closer. In return I bring you closer to me, pulling you up closer to my body. I reach around to feel your swaying, sweat-laden breasts full and voluptuous with your nipples moistened from the intensity. This brings you closer to me, closer to the edge as well, our bodies spooning while my engorged cock pulsates deep within your womanhood, your muscles attempting to grip it harder but failing from being in the throes of intense passion! You want my cum, desire it, need it. You need to feel the sensation of the jet action, the pulses, the stickiness, the build up before we pull that trigger in unison. I want you so badly. “Baby.. nnuughhnng.. I’m… mmhhhhh I’m almost there…” I cry. “m-me.. mmnnNNNGGGAA Me TOO!! mmnnghhh!” I hear you cry. The pressure builds as I begin to feel your kegel muscles contract, so I reach around and play with your nipples in between my fingers, pushing you closer and closer to the edge and never letting go. Your pussy has become an inferno, coating my throbbing cock with female cum and completely filling you, enabling my cock to feel every ridge, every nerve, every inch, every bump, every part of your canal. I know you’re feeling it. You moans are louder, your panting becomes heaving, your breaths become more noticeable, but we don’t care who hears us. This is our time, our moment. My hand moves slowly from your breasts, wiping the sweat from every inch it feels, down to your sweaty thigh high stockings decorating your legs, then to your sweat-laden back, my fingers outstretched to grip your hair
We move together in unison, our bodies inseparable. It’s happening. This is happening. It’s growing. The pre-cum is leaking. Louder and more vocal we become… come…
Your kegels locking down harder slowly, come….
come together… pushing back into my body, my penis, my manhood..
come together… my hand grips your hair, forcefully pulling you back to lift your head back, just to hear the last two footsteps to the attic become audible
and it happens…
“THE FUCK??!?!!?”, he says.
Shock and surprise cause your kegels to lock my pulsating penis with a vice-like grip, milking the first jet of hot semen straight into you, almost taking your breath away.
The look on your husband’s face is immeasurable, complete disbelief.
My finger pinching your left nipple, my right still gripping your scalp, holding your head in place to see your husband’s reaction as the second jet triggers my senses, spurts hard into your cunt, painting its walls, further triggering creating an outcry of pleasure from this very second of getting caught, inseminating your thirsty womanhood aching for my sperm.
His eyes widen. His mouth drops.
I cannot see it, but he can. He can see the orgasmic pleasure in your face, the devilish look your eyes gazed upon him, the inevitable motion of your body pushing back deeper into my own, never letting a drop escape, every drop as precious as the last, every drop as sentimental as our words.
He gasps, and cannot move, cannot turn away.
My hand still gripped to your hair as tight as your vaginal muscles are locked on to my cock, milking the third thunderous pulse from my rigid member, our blood racing nearly in unison, trying to catch our breaths. The rippling motions in our nerves and muscles bringing us to heightened state of ecstasy.
He begins to lose his breath, almost blacking out.
The copious forth jet pumping from my manhood not detracting from the both of us sharing the same look at him, a coy smirk with sweat dripping from my brow and forehead, mentally thinking, “She’s mine”, while you look at him to say “He’s mine”, still fighting to sustain the look while our eyes and breaths tell another story.
He starts to tremble, starts to gasp louder, starts to turn white.
A long fifth spurt of semen pumps into your overheated canal; now coated with thick, sticky cum. Near exhausted, your muscles are having difficulty keeping up, my grip starting to lose strength on your hair, your leg and thigh muscles weakened from the overpowering orgasm. My knees now on fire from the pool of your squirting, but never wanting to lose this moment despite the burning pain.
He exhales. His life wrecked, he is lost in the moment not knowing what to do.
There is no guide for us, no road ahead, as I collapse on top of you, your trembling body falling on the bed, both of us panting heavily, taking our time coming down from the immense high we shared as a couple.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7tivro/fantasy_sent_to_my_crush_mf_cheatingcaught_true
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