So, okay. My husband just started a new job that happens to ..
🕑 Added 2020-05-22 03:03:59 +0000 UTC
So, okay. My husband just started a new job that happens to be exactly one mile away from my fuckbuddy/daddy. Which means that since we have one car, I have to be in that general vicinity every day. Which means that I'm finding all kinds of excuses to go over.
Tonight I went over there just to hang out, and we had a really nice time watching Netflix and playing with the dog. We were smoking together and all of a sudden we both instantly realize how horny we are.
He turns towards me and wraps his arm around me, looking deeply into my eyes with that gaze I haven't been able to resist since I first saw him. I have broken every rule I've ever had for this man. I kissed him on the first date. I gave him my virginity. I opened my relationship for him. And you know he's been inside me unprotected. He's the only man I've yielded to every time.
Suddenly his hands are all over me, his fingers twisting in my hair and pulling me closer, capturing my mouth with the ease of a practiced artist. He pulls back, the tip of his nose grazing mine.
"Oh, my fucking god," he pants. He moves in close again, then pulls back slightly, capturing my lower lip gently between his teeth.
We collapse on the sofa, Netflix forgotten. He pulls me on top of him so I am lying against his rapidly hardening cock. I straddle his lap and pull his face towards me, my breathing shallow and desperate for more.
"We don't have time," he says. He sounds even less resolved than I am. I need to leave in less than ten minutes to pick my husband up from work but I'm determined to have what I can before returning to my current life as a loving housewife. So I respond with simply, "I know." He grabs my hand and guides it to his dick.
With every second that ticks by, the desire in me multiplies. All I want is to feel my body being slammed against the bed and to hear his pleasure as he uses me. I want to be possessed and put to his use. My head swirls with images of previous encounters and I am consumed with pure wanting just as his hand slips below the waistband of my jeans.
"Baby. Suck my dick."
I obey immediately. He pulls off his clothing and I lower my head, wrapping his shaft in my tongue and sliding down and up along it in a steady rhythm. He grips my head, thrusting down my throat at a matched pace. I can hear him groaning from above my head and it's all I can do not to smile.
I know that I'm running out of time, no matter how much I might crave more. I'm determined to stretch it out as much as I can, and I take him as deep in my throat as I can, holding my breath in an effort to restrain my gag reflex against his cock plunging deep into my throat, causing my eyes to water. From pain or joy, who is to say?
Finally, I know I have to leave or face questions I'm not prepared to answer. I pull back, taking a deep breath of air, and stand up.
My partner looks at me dazed. We both want so much more, maybe even need it, but I have to go. Still watching me, he wraps his hand around his hard member and begins to stroke. I could have watched for hours.
I retrieve my belongings and exit, feeling a thrill that starts in my heart and travels down my chest and stomach straight to my soaked panties. Here's hoping that our next meeting will only be more incredible after this.
