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Adulterers

Me, I’m a guy, thirty something… average looking, average build… I’m mister average living a very average life. I live in a quiet neighbourhood in a small town and I’m happy if lacking a little bit in the excitement department. This would change. Last summer, a newlywed couple moved in two houses down our tree-lined street. A typical young couple, nice people so the neighbours say. The woman, Rachel, is in her twenties, about 5'4", maybe 115 pounds, wavy brown hair down to her waist, and a fantastic body. She was a beauty, and seemed very friendly and down to earth. Her husband worked long hours and seemed quite unsociable. I’ve never really seen him. But Rachel seems nice, and eager to fit into the neighbourhood. I was talking with our common neighbour when she pulled into her driveway. I waved at her and made sure she felt welcome. She just looked at me and smiled.

One day last month, I was working from home. It was a hot summers day and I had the windows open and was enjoying the cooling breeze. It was early in the afternoon, my wife had just left for work, and I was going to be home alone for the rest of the day. I had some computer work to do, so I was in the office at the keyboard, when someone knocked at the door.

It was Rachel, wearing a white terrycloth beach jacket, and a yellow polka dot bikini, and carrying a large mesh bag full of beach stuff. Wow! What a way to introduce yourself to your neighbours. Her husband was a very lucky man. I always thought that he was punching above is weight. Anyway, I introduced myself and she did the same. We shared an awkward moment of silence before Rachel politely asked if it was ok for her to use the deck in my back garden to sun herself on such a hot day. She had seen me around and knew I worked from home. Her husband had begun landscaping her garden and it wouldn’t be finished any time soon. She flashed her big blue eyes at me.

“Sure, you’re welcome anytime, neighbour. We are a private but social bunch of people around here. Come through.” I let her in the door and she smiled, and I melted. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She looked even better up close, her skin was flawless, her tan perfect, her brown hair long and highlighted purple, she could easily have been a model or a movie star. The bikini top could barely contain her breasts, perfectly rounded and firm. Her nipples tried to poke through the cloth… I should have wondered why.

“Was that your just wife I saw leave?” She enquired.

“Yes, she’s off to work. Our schedules seem like someone wants to keep us apart.” I laughed.

“Oh… problems?” She asked.

“No, just the usual house husband feeling neglected. Please, this way.” I gestured to the back of the house. As she walked through the hallway she looked at everything, especially the photographs.

“You look sad. You need to be happy.”

“Thanks,” I put on a fake smile, “I’ll try harder.” She smiled a radiating devastating smile and I felt my knees go weak.

I quickly led her into the kitchen, and showed her where the bathroom was, and told her to please feel free to help herself to the wine coolers in the fridge, then showed her the door off the kitchen going out to the deck. She let me get her a wine cooler to get started with. She settled herself in on the deck, and as she began to lay out her towel to lay on, I went back in, and told her to let me know if there is anything she needed, and again to help herself to the fridge.

As she bent over to spread out her towel, I got a perfect view of her firm ass, her long slim thighs, her long hair hanging down, her back stretched out in front of me. She turned and lay back on the towel, and there were her thighs, long, slim, smooth, and firm, all the way up to the mound between her legs. I could imagine my hands or lips there…

Oh the temptation… but I’m not that kind of guy. I am mister average, remember? I don’t do the wrong thing. I don’t take risks. She’s a married woman… and I’m a married man. I shook myself free from lustful thoughts and concentrated on my deadlines. Back in the computer room, I got back to work, as I thought about that beautiful young body out there on my deck. Soon I heard the door open, then the fridge, and the clank of a wine cooler bottle. In the next hour or so, she had been in and out about 3 or 4 times, once stopping in the bathroom. I was glad she felt comfortable enough to help herself like that.

The next time I heard the door open, she walked in to the computer room, and watched me work. When I turned to face her she was staring at me, a flirtatious look upon her pretty face and apparently just a little bit tipsy. Rachel was a stunning young woman… and here she was, in my marital home with hunger in her eyes. She was wearing only the bikini, no shoes, and no robe. She walked over to the chair, hips swaying, to where I was sitting, and asked me what I was working on. She moved close, her thigh touching my arm as it rested on the chair arm. I explained the project to her, and as she asked more questions, I answered each one, and she placed her right hand comfortably on my shoulder, in what was natural movement. I must admit I enjoyed the attention, my wife never shows any interest in my work… or me. It was flattering to be the centre of this young woman’s attention and I should have stopped things there… but I didn’t.

She began to move her thigh back and forth, only a slight movement, rubbing along my arm, rotating her hips slightly. I continued talking, explaining what I was doing, and Rachel was still smiling and engaging. She explored the details of my answers and began to asking questions. Her hand moved to my neck, caressing the hair on the back of my head, and soon she was running her fingers through my hair as if we were old lovers. She kept on talking as if nothing were happening… was I reading too much into this? Maybe she was just a friendly person and genuinely intrigued. I enjoyed her company and we fast became friends.

She sat beside me as we talked about other things, our marriages, our frustrations at our partners lack of compassion for us, our neighbours and our interests. We laughed and I loved hearing her voice. I stared into her sparkling blue eyes as she told me how she had met her husband and she put her hand on mine as I explained my own background.

We must have talked for hours… she was so close to me. Her semi naked body radiating heat. Her hand in mine. Our eyes locked. I reached out, placing my hand on the inside of her thigh, just above the knee. At first I didn’t realise I had done so but when I did, I didn’t remove it, instead I began moving my hand in small circles, as we continued to chat. My hand was slowly working up the inside of her thigh. I was amazed at how petite she was, when I spread my fingers, I could reach over halfway around her thigh. She was soft and warm, yet her young muscles were firm beneath the soft surface of her smooth skin.

I could not believe this young beautiful woman was letting me touch her so intimately. I was clearly attracted to her and it certainly looked as if that attraction was mutual. At first I assumed it was because of her intoxicated condition, but her actions were deliberate and I wasn’t about to miss the chance.

She placed her hand on top of mine upon her lap, sat quietly for a moment as if pondering something, and then she said, “So… Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

Somewhat taken aback, I answered, "Erm… yeah, please feel free to ask anything you like, no problem,” My hand continued caressing her inner thigh.

Then she said, "Ok… well, I, uh, I wondered how often you and your wife make love, that you both uh, ‘get there’, you know what I mean?”

I said, “Oh, you mean have an orgasm?”

She said, blushing, “Yes, yeah, that’s what I mean.”

I said, “Hey, it’s ok to talk about sex, no problem at all, no need to feel uncomfortable about it. It’s a natural thing, people do it all the time, and they should talk about it more often with people they trust, like we are doing now.”

I went on, “and to answer your question, almost every time, but not always.” My hand was kneading and pinching her soft inner thigh, only inches below her pussy.

She said, "I see, well, the reason I was asking is that my husband and I make love… maybe once a week. He… gets there very fast… and I’m not getting very much out of it, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, right, you should probably talk to him…”

“No, he gets angry,” Rachel interrupted, “He thinks he is great and that I’m lucky to have him. But I just feel neglected… like you.” She looked up at me. “You need to be happy… and so do I.”

“Rachel…”

“No, listen, I need something more. He treats me like a slave. In the bedroom… It just doesn’t happen for me, just not very often at all.” She looked into my eyes forlornly, “Actually, hardly ever, and I don’t know what to do.”

“You must have some connection on some level with him… you married him… you must love him?”

“I was young when we met. He made lots of promises and I fell for each and every one. And since you just said the words… I suppose it makes me think.”

“What words? What’s on your mind Rachel?”

“Do I love him? Is it me that’s the problem? I was hoping that if I could talk to someone with more experience, like you, for example, maybe you could teach me what I can do differently.”

“Rachel, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” I swallowed and contemplated what she was insinuating. “I’m married and…”

“So am I.” She finished, “I want to know if my marriage is just a sham… or is it me? Am I just that unattractive…” her blue eyes begin to glisten.

“Rachel, you are a wonderful and beautiful girl. Any man would be happy to have you…”

“But will you?” She interrupted again, “Will you have me, and maybe teach me some things my husband could do, that would help me. Or help me see that I need to change my life… find something else… someone else.” A single tear made its way down her cheek. I reached out and wiped it away. Rachel smiled and kissed me. It was so wrong… but it felt so great.

“We need to be careful.” I whispered.

“This is just between you and me. I’m glad I met you. You’re a gentleman. So… Would you mind helping?”

I said, “I’m happy to do whatever I can to help, please don’t worry about it. Just… no one can know… if we…”

She nodded enthusiastically.

"So where do we start?” I asked.

“How about right here?” Her hand moved mine to between her thighs.

“Wow… Rachel… Right… errr,” I said composing myself, “Now, tell me, how does it feel to have another man’s hand touching you… how do you feel with me touching you…? Is that doing anything for you? How does it make you feel?"

Breathing heavily she responded, "Oh, it feels just great! It’s making me feel warm inside, you know what I mean? Yes… uhhhhmmm, can I be really honest with you?”

I nodded, “Please, I hope you feel comfortable enough to do that.”

Then she said, “Ok, to tell you the truth, your hand on my leg is starting to make me wet… the intimate touch of another man on my leg is so exciting, because it’s forbidden… you are the only person who has ever touched me there, except my husband…”

I asked her “Oh, is it that your husband doesn’t give you that warm feeling? Doesn’t he take the time to touch you?”

She said “He is always in too big a hurry and doesn’t take the time to get me… ready. It’s all about him. He takes what he wants. I don’t get to feel like this with him. He never makes me feel like this. He forces me.”

Feeling anger towards the man I had never met I responded, “I see. That’s not right.” I fought with my conflicting feelings, “Rachel, would you like me to show you ways that he can help you to feel that warm feeling, to get ready as you say? Is that what you want me to do?”

She answered, “Yes, I’m attracted to you. I just wanted someone with experience to show me how it can be done, to teach me ways to help make it better for me.”

As she spoke, my hand continued to trace her velvety soft skin, slowly moving higher, until my thumb was lightly brushing the cloth of her bikini between her thighs. Her thighs squeezed together for a moment, but she acted as if nothing was happening.

“Rachel, I would be glad to help you in any way I can, but you know this is a very personal subject, and it can only work if you trust me completely, and if you feel comfortable with me. You will have to let me see you naked, and let me touch you, I mean intimately, even more intimately than this…” as my thumb pushed the cloth up into her moist pussy.

With a sharp intake of breath, she said, “Ahhhhh…” she sighed, “Mmmmm… yes! I’m sure. I know I can trust you. We both have the same amount to lose. I like you… I like you a lot.”

“I like you too, Rachel.” I said caressing the crease in her bikini bottoms.

“Ohhhhh… Mmmmmm… I mean… I know you would never tell your wife or my husband, and I do feel comfortable with you. Will you please… help me?”

“Ok, but I want you to know this… You will have to do everything I tell you, I mean everything! And if you want to call it off, you can at any time. Once you say "marshmallow”, it’s over, and we will not go on from there. Do you understand all of that?“

She nodded in agreement, saying "Ok, sounds good to me. Marshmallow, huh? You’ll stop if I say marshmallow? Is that our safeword or something?”

“Yes Rachel. Don’t forget that word. You can yell, and scream, and beg me to stop, but the only word that will stop me is marshmallow. You can leave and we will never speak of this again.”

I then went and locked all the doors, and told her to go upstairs to the bedroom at the top of the stairs. I followed her up, getting an up-close look at her ass as she walked up. Hers was the most perfectly shaped ass I have ever seen, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. Her thighs were long and lean, and I watched her muscles and the cheeks of her ass ripple as she climbed the steps. I couldn’t believe I was actually seriously thinking about cheating on my wife. We were both about to commit adultery here. This was a crime… wasn’t it? It felt so wrong… but as I had that thought Rachel looked over her shoulder back towards me and smiled her devastating smile.

“I want to do this with you.” She said. I closed in on her at the top of the stairs and we kissed. Passionately. We we going to be lovers. Neither of us had any choice now.

I opened the bedroom door and I led her inside by her hand. Once there I said, “Ok Rachel, stand in the middle of the room, hands at your sides, and do not move. Now close your eyes.”

She did, and I got a blindfold out of the dresser, and put it around her eyes, tying it on the side.

As I tied it, I said, “I want you to be able to visualise your husband, and this will let you do that. Are you doing ok so far?”

“I’d rather visualise you. You’re so much more attractive than he is.”

“Don’t Rachel… don’t make this hard. Just nod or shake your head. What we are doing is wrong. This is taboo…” I began to struggle with my feelings.

“I know.” She kissed me again… and I was in heaven once more. I only wanted Rachel.

“Ok.” I took a deep breath, “Are you ready?” She nodded her head yes. As soon as she was blindfolded, I took out my phone and set it up to record the scene. Then I led her by the hand over to the foot of the bed. My bed.

I said, “Ok, now, I want you to stand perfectly still, hands at your sides, just let me do it all. Ok?”

She nodded, and I slowly untied the straps to her bikini top, very carefully and slowly pulled it off. She shivered a bit, and stood still, hands at her sides. Her young breasts were small but pert; the skin beneath the bikini was white. They were perfectly shaped, rounded and standing straight out, and her nipples were large pink buds, pointing slightly upward. She was already turned on, there was nothing wrong with her at all…

I traced my fingers along her cheek, across her lips and played in her wavy hair. Pulling her hair back, I kissed her neck, then up to her ear, and around over her other cheek. She gasped my name as planted tiny kisses behind her ear, sucking on her lobe, before kissing her forehead, and finally… her lips.

Rachel was a fantastic kisser. She had sweet tasting, plump lips. Our lips nibbled at each other, then I felt her tongue between her lips, and as we nibbled at each other’s lips, our tongues touched and circled each other. She held her breath as I probed inside her mouth and shivered… in pleasure I hoped. I pulled away, and my teeth tugged at her lower lip, my lips sucking at it.

I asked her “OK, now how am I doing? We can stop if you want to? We don’t need to take this any further?”

She answered “Shhhh… I want this. I want this with you.” She caught her breath as her voice became croaky “I want to take this as far as it will go.” She sobbed. She was crying.

“Rachel, baby… no, don’t cry.”

“I never knew,” she said between sharp breaths, “I never knew a man’s touch could feel this way.” She sobbed but began pulling herself together. “You’re fantastic. Amazing! I want you. I’ve never felt so turned on.”

“I noticed!” I laughed trying to lighten the mood.

“You are certainly… getting me ready… if that’s what you mean.” I then kissed her neck down to her shoulders. “Mmmmmmm! Yes! Oh yes, that’s very nice,” she squealed, “Ohhhh… please, don’t stop now…"

My kisses moved lower, across her shoulders, down each arm, sucking on her fingers then back up and over to the upper part of her chest. Gradually I kissed lower, moving over the tops of her breasts, then around each one, making ever decreasing circles around them, slowly getting closer to her nipples, but never touching them. As I watched, I could see her nipples begin to swell further, growing firmer and harder with each kiss of her breast.

I knelt in front of her, and with the tip of my tongue, just barely touched first one nipple, then the other. She sucked in her belly, but stood still. I then returned to the first nipple, and my tongue flicked up and down over it, and she reached up to hold my head, obviously loving it.

I sucked her pert breast into my mouth, as my tongue circled her nipple. I could feel the nipple harden, growing hot inside my mouth. I moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, as her hands cradled my head, pulling me to her. As my lips closed over her other nipple, she moaned, and pulled my head against her breast. She was apparently enjoying this very much.

I teased that nipple to its full hardness, then I cupped and fondled her tits feeling her youth and firmness… revelling in her beauty. She was so different to my wife… my wife, I had all but forgotten about her. When was the last time she let me touch her this way? It had been too long. Rachel became impatient, possibly sensing my thoughts, and pushed my head lower. I kissed my way down her belly, feeling the soft fine hair that covered her skin, my tongue thrusting into her belly button, pushing it around under my wet lips, as I sucked at it. Her belly was almost perfectly flat, only slightly rounded, just the right amount of softness, and warmth, still firm below the thin cushioning layer of fat.

As I moved my kisses lower, my hands reached up to the waistband of her bikini bottom, and slowly started to peel them down over her hips. She made no move to stop me, or help, she just moved her hands to my shoulders, and rested them there, letting me slide her bikini down as I continued to kiss her belly, lower and lower. I left her bikini on the floor, around her ankles, and she stepped out of it. My hands slowly run over her legs, back up the backs of her thighs, over the cheeks of her perfect ass, as I am kissing her belly, just above her pubic hair.

I then said, "Rachel, I want you to move back a little, sit on the edge of the bed and then lie back, and keep your feet flat on the floor."

I guided her down, and then knelt on the floor between her legs. She was lying on her back with her ass at the edge of the bed, her feet flat on the floor, her thighs apart.

I said "Now I want you to raise your arms above your head, put your hands together, and pretend your hands are tied, and a rope is holding them there, and you cannot move them. Ok?” She complied.

I noticed that the movement of her arms thrust her tits even higher up into the air than they already were, twin peaks, each with a hard nipple protruding from the top.

Then I placed a hand around each ankle, and began caressing up her calves, to her knees, then along the front of her thighs all the way to her waist. My hands then traced a path down her belly, and over the insides of her thighs, to her knee again. Then, spreading her legs wider, along the inside lower part toward the back of her thighs, and very slowly approached her pussy, making small circles with my fingers. I leaned over, placing my face next to her pussy; her thighs over my shoulders, and my arms reached around her legs and parted the lips of her pussy from the front.

Her pussy hair was brown, trimmed, thin and fluffy. Her outer lips were swollen and the inner lips were a bright pink and very wet. With my face a few inches from her vagina, I looked up at her body spread out before me, her flat belly, the lean ribs, to her full breasts that still stood out even when she was laying down, her hard nipples protruding. Her waist was so small my two hands could reach nearly all the way around it.

I placed my tongue at the top of her slit, and slowly moved down the length of her lips, teasing the bud of her clitoris, then exploring deeper inside her wetness. My tongue circled her clit, and she began to rock her hips up to meet my mouth. I moved my mouth lower, and my tongue dived inside her pussy, as my nose pushed against her clit, rubbing up and down against it, applying pressure to her most sensitive place. She was going wild, rolling her head from side to side, rocking her pelvis up to meet my tongue, her arms flailing helplessly above her head on the bed.

She was moaning, “Oh Fuck! Fuck yes! Oh, oh, oh, OOOOHHH FUUUUCK! Oh, you’re going to make me cum!!!” as she writhed on the bed, and raised her legs, locking her ankles together behind my back, trying to urge my face against her pussy… desperate to draw me deeper into her sex. The silky warm softness of her inner thighs squeezed my head as I alternated between thrusting my tongue deep inside her, and sucking on her clitoris. Her thighs squeezed me, her heels digging into my back, pulling me into her.

She screamed out “OH MY GOD!!!!!!! Ugh, uuuughh, oh, Oh, OH GOD, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING!!! DON’T STOP!!! OH OH OH OH UGGGHHH!!!!” as she began to cum, I could feel her pussy milking my tongue, squeezing it tightly, pulling my tongue into her as it would milk a hard cock. The contractions of her pussy continued for several minutes, all the while she writhed helplessly, moaning, screaming out, her pussy sucking at my tongue, my face buried deeply into her wetness.

Gradually she slowed down, her thighs relaxing their grip on my head, she returned her feet to the floor, thighs spread wide open, totally satiated, a fine sheen of sweat covering her tanned body. I looked up, her pussy juice covering my face, dripping from my chin. She raised her head, as if looking down at me, though she was still blindfolded, and smiled.

“Where did you ever learn that?” she asked, breathlessly.

I answered, “You bring out the best in me. Practice makes perfect."

She laughed out loud, and said, "You can practice that on me anytime! That was incredible!” She looked at me with her doe eyes, deep and dilated. "You’re incredible.”

I climbed up on the bed, lying on my back beside her.

"OK, now that you have learned lesson one maybe you want to… return the favour?”

“I thought you’d never ask. Mmmmmmm.” She growled and began stripping me of my clothes. One by one the buttons of my shirt were undone and then my upper torso was on display. Immediately her hands roamed my chest, her fingers tangling in my chest hair. Then she dropped them lower, and quickly undid my by belt, followed by my button and then lowering my zip. I raised myself from the bed as she tugged my jeans off and cast them aside. The stretched outline of my boner was pressing through my boxers and she paused, as if looking at it, for several seconds… before taking the waist band in her fingers and drawing them down, over my excited penis.

My erection sprang free and she actually gasped as my boxers were slipped down to my ankles and then discarded with my jeans. I was now fully naked with this beautiful young woman on the bed I sleep in with my wife. My cock twitched at the thought and Rachel moved herself up the bed, and rolled over onto me. Oh, her smooth skin on mine… It was bliss. She lifted the blindfold and I looked into the eyes of my young lover and knew there was no turning back. Like Rachel said “I want to take this as far as it will go.” I hadn’t realised I had said it out loud and Rachel smiled up at me.

“We need each other.” She said and we kissed once more. Our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. My heart pounding in my chest. I felt more alive than I had felt in a long, long time. “I’m glad we found each other.” She said biting her lip.

“We’ve only just met!” I chuckled.

“I knew as soon as I saw you. Do you believe in destiny?”

“I do now…”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” She said and began kissing my forehead, then my ears, and face. She kissed me on the lips, nibbling at them, sucking my lip between hers. She moved lower, licking and kissing at my shoulders, and then moved down to my nipples. She sucked the tiny bud into her mouth, between her wet warm lips. First one then the other, her tongue working circles around it, then her lips sucking it inside her hot wet mouth.

“I believe in you.” I whispered.

I had a raging hard on by now, and she moved down my belly, kissing all the way, thrusting her tongue into my belly button, as her hand was rubbing up and down my inner thighs. She then moved her hand up to touch my balls, first cupping them in her fingers, then slowly gently caressing them, and her lips and hand moved to my cock at the same time. This girl was not totally new to this, I thought, as she touched the tip of her tongue to the tip of my cock. I felt it swell, anticipating her warm wet lips.

I told her to move around and straddle me, and she moved, as I guided her slim thighs to plant a knee on either side of me, her pussy straight above my face. I looked up at her slim thighs, her perfect ass, and that tiny pink pussy, practically glowing now, above my face. Her lips were locked on the head of my cock, slowly sucking it inside her warm, wet mouth, and I reached up with both hands and pulled her pussy down to my face. My fingers parted her pussy lips, as her lips moved slowly down the length of my cock.

I thrust my tongue into her pussy, finding her clitoris, and moving my tongue up and down over it. She moaned out loud “OH GOD, that feels soooo good” and returned to my throbbing manhood. My tongue continued to send her to the brink of ecstasy, as her lips sent me there as well. As she continued to suck my cock into her mouth, I felt the cum beginning to churn in my balls.

“Rachel… oh, Rachel. I’m gonna…” she silenced me and took me deep into the back of her throat. My balls tightened and I couldn’t hold on a second longer. My cock twitched and shot my sticky load up into her warm wet mouth. Wave after wave of hot liquid blasted into the back of her throat, and she continued to suck and swallow every drop. Instantaneously she too was cumming, her wet pussy drenching my face with her nectar, as she moaned into my cock. She continued to suck, her tongue swirling around the tip, her wet lips moving up and down the shaft.

Without ever removing her lips from my cock, she turned back around, climbing between my legs, her long hair flowing onto my belly as she sucked gently on my limp cock, coaxing it back to life. I reached down and unfastened the blindfold completely and she looked up at me a smiled her wondrous smile. After only a few minutes of her expert sucking, magically it became hard again. I could feel that if she didn’t stop soon, I would cum again, and told her to stop.

My cock still in her mouth, she shook her head no, and kept sucking at it. I rolled up a pillow under my head so I could see her face, and moved her long hair to one side, watching her face as she worked on me, my cock between her lips, sucking it inside her mouth, her lips forming a big O, rolling in and out as she moved the cock in and out. I wondered if she was thinking about sucking her husband’s cock, or someone else’s.

It didn’t take long until the telltale signs of my approaching orgasm wracked through my body. I was more sensitive this time and couldn’t help but buck and writhe on the bed. Rachel locked her eyes on mine and sucked hard while her head bobbed up and down. She looked amazing and as I started to cum, shooting hot semen into her mouth for the second time, and she didn’t slow down, just kept sucking and swallowing. It was pure bliss, watching her beautiful face with my cock in her mouth, as I was shooting my creamy cum and she sucked in every drop.

Even after I stopped cummimg, she kept up the ministrations, keeping me in ecstasy long after there was nothing left in my balls to shoot into her. My cock went limp and she still sucked it, still giving me that wonderful blissful feeling. Then she let it fall out of her mouth, and moved down and sucked one of my balls between her wet lips. She was gentle, slowly rolling it around inside her mouth, and then moving to the other one, first licking it, and then sucking it gently.

She rose up from my lap and stretched like a cat up and alongside me upon the bed. I reached out and held her close, our eyes unblinking and locked. She smiled, my pearlescent seed dribbling from the corner of her mouth, and I kissed her. I could taste my salty metallic spunk on her slippery tongue but I still wanted nothing more in this life than this woman by my side and in my bed. When was the last time my wife sucked my cock? When was the last time I had even cum inside my wife?

“Do you fuck your wife in this bed?” Rachel asked dreamily.

“Yeah, well, not that often actually.”

“It’s a nice bed. Let’s test it.” She kissed me again and I felt her pointed nipples press into my chest.

“You’re insatiable.”

“I’m yours.”

“We both belong to someone else.”

“Not any more.” She took off her wedding ring and tossed it into our clothes pile.

“Rachel,” I began to protest but she quickly moved back down to my cock, sucking it between her warm wet lips, and stopping me in my tracks. Damn, this woman had some sort of magic gift! Within a few minutes my manhood slowly grew, as she swirled her tongue around it. This time, when it reached full hardness, she moved up and straddled me, her slim thighs on either side of my chest, her feet next to my hips.

“It’s time. This time we do it… I want you inside me. I need to get fucked… properly. I want to have sex with you, PLEASE!!!!” As she slowly lowered herself down, she reached behind her ass, guiding my cock to her pussy, sitting on it, slowly letting herself down, untill just the tip was inside her tight wet pussy. I felt her pussy lips open as she lowered her tightness onto me, imbedding my cock inside her. Entering her tight pussy would have been impossible had she not been so wet from the previous orgasms she had. She slowly worked it inside her, then moved up a tiny bit, then settled back down, letting it go deeper inside her each time. I felt the tight lips slowly sliding over my erection as she took it inside her hot pussy. The feeling was incredible, her vaginal walls gripped every square inch of my cock tightly, the muscles tight around me, yet still slick and smooth.

Soon she was sitting on me, the cheeks of her ass on my thighs, her pussy lips surrounding the base, my cock totally encased by her hot wetness, her pubic hair grinding into mine. She stopped moving, relaxing for a moment, getting used to being filled so full of cock. I reached up and slid my hands over her hips, and up her sides, to her firm breasts, caressing them both at the same time, one in each hand, then roughly running the backs of my fingers over her nipples. I could feel my cock growing to its fullness inside her pussy, throbbing, as if it were a living thing, surging, expanding. Her pussy was squeezing me, pulsing. I could almost feel her heartbeat through my cock.

She placed her hands on my chest, her fingers caressing my nipples, leaning forward slightly so her palms are against my chest. Slowly she began to rock her pelvis, moving her pussy slowly up and down on my cock, only a short distance, then pushing herself back, putting pressure against her clitoris with my member imbedded inside her. She began to fuck me faster and faster, and then leaned forward to kiss my lips.

We kissed like lovers. This was not the way I kissed my wife. There was a desperate need for our lips to be locked together while our sexes were joined. I rose up into a sitting position and hugged her tightly while we made love. She was mine… I was hers. I slid my hands up and down her back, coming to rest on her bottom, my hands cupping the cheeks of her ass, kneading the soft warm flesh, pushing her to me, pulling her pussy against me harder. Now her breasts were flattened against my chest, I could feel the beating of her heart, racing. Her lips were nibbling at mine, my hands caressing her ass cheeks; she was pumping her pussy up and down on my cock in a frenzy. My hands explored down her long thighs, then back up, spreading my fingers to cup her ass once more.

I moved my hands to her hips, guiding her movements, sliding her up and down over my rock hard cock, my hands almost fit completely around her hips, and I wondered at how small her body was in comparison to my wife, and how her thighs were so perfectly shaped, and soft and firm at the same time, at how flat her belly was, at how smooth and tight, warm and wet her pussy felt around my cock. Rachel leaned back allowing me to take in her naked beauty and I wondered how she was so perfect for me.

Her young, fertile body bounced on my married cock. Her perfect tits swayed and jiggled in perfect time to our sex. I was mesmerised by her bouncing nipples as she rode up my length, then down, up and down, up and down. Faster and faster. Mewing my name, our bodies wet and slapping together. She leaned forward for another kiss as I began meeting her, thrust for thrust. I reached around her ass, and slowly slipped a finger into her pussy, from behind, letting it slide in next to my cock, getting my finger wet with her juices. I slid my now slippery finger back between her ass cheeks, and forced it slowly and gently into her tight asshole. Her eyes widened as I penetrated her just a tiny bit, my finger tip barely inside her ass. When I wiggled it around, she again responded immediately and shook as her orgasm claimed her. She broke the kiss, screaming out “Oh shit! Yes, yes, this is so fucking good. Fuck! FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME! OH GOD YOU ARE SOOO GOOD! FUCK ME HARDER! OH, OH, OH…FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK MMMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!! OH MY GODDDDD! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!!!!” I was thankful the windows were closed in the bedroom because the whole neighbourhood would surely know of our illicit liaison by now.

I slowly withdrew my finger from her asshole, and using both hands on her ass, pulled her against me, forcing her pussy hard onto my tool, my cock was buried deep inside her. I felt the tip of my penis touching her cervix; I felt her pussy contracting around my cock, milking it, the spasms even stronger than before. She was sitting up, her head thrown back, her long hair flowing down her back. She looked like a vision of womanhood, perfect in every way. Rachel howled at the ceiling, moaning “ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh”, her hands on my chest balancing herself as the orgasmic tremors sparked through her petite body. Her husband could never take her to such heights. Her spasming pussy drenched my thighs with her juices as her tits looked about ready to explode. Finally, spent, Rachel collapsed on top of me, and I rolled her over onto her back, still imbedded deep inside her.

“Rachel,” I said breathlessly, “We have to stop. We can’t do this. What if the neighbours hear us. What if my wife comes home?”

“We are meant for each other. Can’t you feel it?” She wrapped her arms around me, pressed her hot poker nipples into my chest and gripped my member with her married pussy.

“I know we are both cheaters!” I replied abruptly, “But… I also know that something must have been missing in both our lives.” Rachel just smiled, radiant in the afterglow of our sex.

“No one will know.”

“Are you sure? I won’t even be able to walk straight after this.”

“I’m sure.” She kissed me, “I’m learning from a master. I had no idea that sex could ever be so intense. Thank you.” It was my turn to smile. No man can resist a compliment about his sexual prowess.

“How is it that you’re still hard?” She gripped me with her vagina as if to prove the point. I gasped and she giggled. “I still have so much more to learn…” she bit her lip provocatively and we cuddled on the bed exploring the shape and texture of each other. Rachel was right again. I now truly believed in Destiny. If nothing else… I needed to be happy… I would have to discuss this with my wife. Who could be home any minute! I panicked and looked at the clock… it had only been an hour, how can that be?

“She’s not due home for hours yet my love.” Rachel crooned, reading my thoughts once more. “Teach me something else.” She climbed off my slick, throbbing penis and took it in her delicate fingers, gently masturbating me. “Please…?”

After a few minutes, I said breathlessly “OK Rachel. Ok. Just drop the cock.” We both giggled like school children. “So… how about you to get on your knees at the side of the bed, and lie on your belly across the bed.”

“Yes sir!” She scooted off the bed and did as instructed.

“Good girl! Now stretch your arms out across to the other side.”

As she reached out and assumed the position I got out the soft silk ropes, and tied one around each of her wrists, then spread her arms wide to stretch them tight across the bed, and tied them to the bed frame. Next I tied a rope around each of her thighs, just above the knee, and stretched the rope out to the bedposts near the floor, opposite her. She was now on her knees on the floor, her ass in the air, and her breasts pressed into the mattress. Her arms were stretched out wide above her head, and she was helpless. She could not raise her upper body, or her legs. She could only wonder what was going to happen to her next.

“I like where this is going.” She whispered back at me.

I got on my knees behind her, between her legs, and touched the tip of my cock to her wet pussy. With my hand, I slowly moved it up and down her slit, wetting the head with her juices, moving it over her clitoris. Her tiny pink asshole was inviting, and I touched my cock there, and pushed a tiny bit. As I did, she let out a short quick scream, more of an “ohhhhh!” and I stopped pushing, returning to her wet pussy.

“Oh god, you’re such a tease!” She gasped.

I placed my cock at her entrance, with the head barely inside her, and put my hands on her hips. Her long hair was spread over her back, her long upper body flaring down to a narrow waist, and her hips and ass perfectly curved, all laid out in front of me, her long slim thighs soft and warm against my legs, her pussy lips revealed and bulging between her thighs. She was so wet our combined juices were running down her inner thighs.

I slowly slipped my cock inside her. First just an inch or two, then slowly back out to the head, then in a bit more. My hands kneaded the warm softness of her ass, as my cock slid slowly into her, her tight vaginal muscles gripping every inch as it went inside her. She was wiggling, and pushing back against me, as I buried my cock inside her, all the way, to the hilt. I looked down to see my cock disappearing inside her, my balls hanging down, slapping against her pussy. I pushed in and out of her hot wetness, fucking her, thrusting deep inside her, my hands on her hips guiding her hot wet sheath over my cock and then back almost all the way off of me. Her pussy was velvety smooth, wet, and so very tight.

I continued this movement for several minutes, gentle and slow. This time our love making would be different, as she demanded. I knew I was destined to give this girl anything she wanted. I felt her body begin to shudder beneath me so I increased my pace, hammering my sensitive fuck tool into her welcoming depths. Them suddenly, without warning, she screamed out “Shit shit shit SHIT. OH Fuck, I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!!! OH FUCK! PLEASE DON’T STOP!!!” and of course, being a gentleman, I was happy to oblige her, pistoning myself into her so hard the bed banged rhythmically into the wall. I remember hoping my neighbours would just think I was doing home improvements.

In an obtuse way… I was.

I felt her contractions milking at my cock, pulling me inside her, and kept fucking her hard and fast, staying deeper inside her, using short quick strokes, bottoming out against her cervix each time. But I knew this was wrong… I knew I shouldn’t cum… not inside this married woman.

I collapsed onto her back, still inside her, still feeling the tiny spasms of her pussy, as she gradually came back down to earth. I moved her hair to one side, and kissed her neck, my fully loaded phallus still buried inside her pussy.

She moaned, “Oh fuck yes. Mmmmm, that was wonderful! What are we going to do next!”

I raised up, and slipped my wet slippery cock out of her pussy, and rolled a condom over it, then got the vaseline out of the nightstand, and began smearing a big gob of the grease around her asshole, and over my rubber covered cock.

“Oh… I’m not sure about this.” She protested and tested the strength of her bonds.

“It’s part of the lesson. You need to know it all to know what you like and don’t like.”

“Yes,” Rachel relaxed on the bed, “Yes sir. I trust you. I love you.” She said.

My heart missed a beat. She said those three words… and I knew she meant them. Somehow I knew it to. In that moment my life changed although I didn’t realise it at the time.

I got back on my knees behind her, and placed the tip of my penis at her virgin asshole, then pushed slowly, and the head just barely popped inside, as her muscles relaxed for a second.

“You are going to get fucked in the ass! Have you ever had anal sex before, Rachel?”

“No” she said nervously. I could feel her body tense up beneath me.

“Relax into it. Yes, just like that. Let it inside… I’ll go slow.” I pushed the first inch inside her.

“Oh Fuck!” She drew in a deep breath and held it.

“Don’t forget our safeword.”

“I… won’t… need it!” She winced as the second inch disappeared up her.

I took hold of her waist and bottomed out inside her peachy behind and then held myself there… feeling her body twitch and spasm beneath me… getting used to new feelings… new sensations.

“I feel so… full!” She gasped. “Fuuuuuck!” She exhaled as I withdrew my cock from her cavernous ass.

“Ok, here I go…” and I pressed my full length back into her tight confines.

“Nnnnnnuuuuughh” she wheezed. Then I withdrew once more before sliding back into her, balls deep. She started making noises now as I found my rhythm. Sexual sounds, none even close to ‘marshmallow’. Her asshole had a vice grip on my cock as I began to fuck her. She found her words, screaming out “OH my GOD, stop! It hurts. Shit. No. Fuck! NO ONE HAS EVER TOUCHED ME THERE!!! No, No, NO, you mustn’t do that! OH GOD NO!!!!” but… she was helpless.

“Marshmallow?” I enquired.

“FUCK NO!” She replied. “Keep… going… fuuuuuuck… fuuuuuuu…nnnnnghhh.”

I was determined to rape her asshole and she could not stop me. She was securely tied, and with my weight against her, there was nowhere for her to escape my invading cock. She bucked and writhed, possibly trying to shake me off her, but it was no use; I simply held onto her hips and rode her.

She couldn’t move forward away from me, I had her shoved against the side of the bed already, and her wrists were tied to the opposite side of the bed, so she couldn’t pull back. Because her arms were stretched out wide, she was unable to move very far to either side, hard as she tried she could not get away from my cock.

As she writhed, I pushed harder and harder into her, her struggles causing my cock to slip inside her asshole maybe an inch or so at a time, until it had completely disappeared inside her taboo back passage, my pubic hair against the cheeks of her ass. Her warm virgin asshole gripped tightly around my cock. I bent forward and laid down over her back, thrusting my hips against her ass, my hands on her shoulders giving me more leverage to shove my cock into her hard and deep.

She was bawling now, crying tears, crying out “Oh, yes! Yes! Please don’t stop! Please don’t! Oh, Fuck, no, no, no!” Her confused body was racked with sobbing, as she bawled, the spasms causing exquisite pleasure as my cock filled her asshole.

As I lay over her back, fucking her asshole, I reached under her with both hands, slipping my fingers into her pussy, one hand caressing her clitoris, the other with two fingers sliding in and out of her hot juicy pussy. She gasped in disbelief at the whole new range of feelings she was experiencing. There were no words now, just two bodies working together to create the ultimate in pleasure. She was lost to the ecstasy and I could feel mine keeping up on me. My testicles began to rise and the tingle of release was only moments away.

Her screams of protest quickly turned into moans of pleasure, and after a few minutes of ass fucking her I had to stop or I would fill the condom… and I knew even then that I had no intention of ever using one with her again. As my cock spasmed inside her virgin asshole, nearing release, she cried out "FUUUCK! OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!!! Aaagggggghhhhhh!!!!” And her pussy exploded all over my fingers and side of the bed. She squirted out her pleasure, squealing in delight, as I struggled to hold onto my load. After a few more seconds, she went limp beneath me, and I collapsed onto her. Breathing heavily into her ear.

After a few minutes, I got up, pulling my erect cock out of her, removed the condom, and untied her wrists and knees. As she recovered, she started to get up off the bed. I stood behind her and watched as she stood up on shaky legs, and turned to me. I couldn’t tell she was mad as hell or grateful. She reached out with shaking arms and grabbed me, holding me close, our naked bodies simply slotting together. She really was perfect for me.

“Thank you.” Was all she said.

“My pleasure.” I replied and we just held each other as her breathing returned to normal. I picked her up and placed her upon my now very crumpled and stained marital bed and cuddled in beside her.

I wasn’t sure how long I slept for but it couldn’t have been long. The room was hot and still smelled of of sex, so I climbed out of bed and opened a window. Rachel was awake and staring at me as turned to face her.

“You have a very sexy body, do you know that?” She said. “You’re much more attractive than my husband.”

“I’m more than ten years older than you!” I laughed off the compliment.

“I guess I like older men.” She smiled. I melted once more. I really was besotted with the young, naked woman on my bed. I stood there watching her as one of her little hands cupped her breast and pinched at a nipple while the other slipped to between her thighs. My God! She was touching herself… looking at me! I was mesmerised and she never broke eye contact and gently fingered herself. My cock, dangling between my legs, twitched in response and she beamed.

"Rachel… make yourself cum for me. Put your hand on your pussy, and make yourself cum with your fingers."

“Yes sir.” She promptly complied, her right hand moving between her legs, a finger slipping inside, then two, then three… With her left hand, she began to circle her clit, rubbing and pinching it. Her hips rocked as if she was fucking, as her fingers slid in and out, and she began to moan once again, "I’m going to cum.”

I ordered her to “keep it up, don’t stop!” She must have continued for the next five minutes or so… her body was covered with sweat, her face, her belly, everywhere was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. She fucked herself with her fingers, her head rolling from side to side, moaning, and bucking her hips. Her thighs were spread wide, knees in the air, her feet flat on the bed, and she was pushing her pussy up into the air, as if fucking an invisible lover, as she pushed her fingers into herself.

With one hand, I pulled her ankles up so her legs were over her head; she continued fingering herself, still moaning. Suddenly I reached down with my other hand and smacked her ass hard. SMACK!!!! Then again and again. After the fourth smack, she yelled out “Oh yes, OH FUCK!!! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!! OH, OH, OH!!!!” As her fingers rapidly fucked herself, her pelvis rocking, sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy.

Finally, she stopped, and slumped to the bed, exhausted. She whispered, “Thank you…” as she lay there, unmoving. I lay beside her, taking her right hand and moving the fingers to her lips, letting her taste herself.

She licked her fingers clean, lapping up her pussy juice. I then told her to lie across the bed, on her back, with her head hanging over the side, and I pulled her around where I wanted her. I then went around to the side of the bed, and stood over her, my cock hanging over her mouth.

“We haven’t got long…”

“You know we’ve got all afternoon my love.”

I bent my knees a little, so my semi erect cock was lined up with her mouth, and she took it between her lips, sucking it inside her mouth. Her magic touch breathed new life into my member as her tongue swirled around my sensitive tip. As soon as I was ready I began to thrust deeper into her throat. Her head thrown back like that made her mouth and neck a straight line, and I fucked her mouth as she sucked, her tongue swirling around my cock, her cheeks sucking in as I pulled out.

I shoved my cock into her throat and she gagged, choking and coughing, watching in fascination the outline of my cock as it expanded her throat. Then I pulled back and let her catch her breath before shoving it in again. She accepted the face fuck without any protestations. By this time, she was either too weak to struggle or she really wanted it, she just lay there and let me fuck her mouth. Every time I pushed into her throat, I felt the contractions of her gag reflex gripping the head of my cock, and it felt heavenly, as if her throat were milking my cock.

My balls were bouncing against her face each time I shoved my manhood into her throat. I looked down at her and saw her wet lips encircling my cock, her cheeks sucking in as she sucked me, her long slender throat stretched out, filled with my cock. I dipped down and kissed her wet, pouting pussy. French kissing her hole as she sucked on my thrusting penis. This was incredible. She was incredible. I was truly falling in love.

I pulled my head up from between her legs and looked at her. I took all of her in, stunned by the fact that we were both married and how absolutely wrong this all was. Somehow it felt right… In just a short amount of time I felt more connected to this young woman than I ever did with my wife. Sure, I had fantasied about having an affaire countless times, and here it was, actually happening. I looked at Rachel’s face and she smiled.

“Do it, eat my pussy! Please? I need you.” She said.

Hearing those words from that melodic voice I was helpless to resist. I had lost all track of time but I didn’t care. I only wanted to pleasure Rachel. I needed to provide for her needs and so I stopped fucking her face. I breathed in the scent of her moist vagina and licked the tangle of well trimmed light-brown hair above her pussy. I looked down at her pink, married tunnel of love, and ran my tongue over her parted labia in one long stroke. Her sweet nectar covered my tongue, and I took a deep breath to absorb her faint sweet scent. I was through teasing and buried my face into her valley. I entered her hole with my tongue and licked as deeply as I could. I began rubbing her nub with my right thumb as I ate her. All of a sudden, Rachel became very vocal, crying out as I pleasured her. She started out squirming beneath me slightly, then more and more, eventually pushing her hips into my face.

“Oh yes, yes, YESSSSSS!” She let out a loud cry and her pussy seeped out a small amount of juice over my lips and tongue, obviously from her orgasm. I licked her a little more, enjoying her sweetness.

When she regained her composure, Rachel took a handful of hair and pulled me up her body. We kissed deeply; my tongue entered her mouth, allowing her a taste of her own juices. I was worn out but ready for more. Rachel reached down and grabbed my cock as I moved onto my back and she started stroking my straining member. Rachel broke our kiss and headed down to my dick, Precum leaking down its shaft.

She looked into my eyes and I smiled in appreciation. Her slender wrist reciprocated up and down, gently stroking me as she moved her mouth towards it… her eyes never leaving mine. She flicked her tongue over the tip, which drove me wild. Then, she did it again, and again, and again. She must have done it ten times! She knew I was going insane from the teasing, but she didn’t seem to care. She was giggling the whole time. Finally, when she leaned back in for what I expected to be another teasing lick, she completely devoured me in her mouth. She was able fit my entire length inside her effortlessly. The warmth of her oral cavity felt amazing. As she sucked me, she still continued licking the tip of my length, but since I was engulfed in her mouth, it felt even more amazing! I hoped that she didn’t plan on sucking me for long, because I knew I wouldn’t last long now. Thankfully she must have been well aware. “I better stop before you fill my mouth!” She said. “Besides, I want to feel you inside me…”

“Rachel… we cant…”

“I want you.”

“This is wrong.”

“Then why does it feel so right?” I had no answer to that.

While I contemplated my fate she moved up onto the bed and lay next to me, on her back. She turned to face me and there was no need for any more words between us. We kissed for a few moments before she parted her legs and I climbed on top of her. As I moved onto her, I again took a few seconds to try to absorb what was happening. I didn’t hesitate long though. Rachel grabbed my cock and moved it to her pussy. I eased the head into her, and then looked deeply into her beautiful blue eyes as I plunged into her forbidden sex. She let out a loud cry as I entered her. Her legs were wide open; I was stretched out between her thighs, my hard cock engorged within her pussy. I rose up a bit, sliding my erection from her welcoming vagina, moving so it was touching her pussy lips.

I felt her hot wet lips separate as I shoved my hard cock up inside her young forbidden snatch once again. I fucked her again, as she lay there writhing, moaning, and throwing her head from side to side. She was pinned to the bed by my cock, and my hands on hers, holding her down, fucking her one more time.

I grabbed her hands, pinning them down onto the bed above her head, trying to get her to calm down, but it was no use. She was screaming my name despite the open window and I was past caring. She continued to buck and kick and scream, the two of us naked, my cock hard and eager to reach its primary sexual function. I continued fucking her, faster and faster, harder and harder. Her small but perfect tits bounced in time to our adulterous intercourse. The bed began to creak and bang against the wall once more.

I tried to take my time and go gently as I made love to my young married lover. I slowly thrust into her, in and out, as she writhed, yelling for me to never stop, begging me. As I continued, she began moaning, then “OH, OH, OH!!” and she cried out once more “OH GOD!!!!! I"M CUMMING!!!! I"M CUMMING!!!!” And I released her hands, and she promptly grabbed my ass and pulled me harder into her as she shuddered beneath me. She was incredibly tight. It was a great feeling fucking her tight pussy, feeling her vaginal muscles pulling me deeper into her. She looked into my eyes as she climaxed and looked so happy… so complete… incredible.

I continued ploughing into her, breathing hard, desperate to last. We worked up a rhythm, me slamming into her as she pushed her hips up into me. We were both very vocal as we fucked, moaning and groaning with each thrust. She looked so beautiful; a look of pain and bliss as I fucked her, my married neighbour. We were breaking the law.

She began crying out as her pussy quivered around me. She wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me into her. I was on the brink as she came all over me. The warmth of her pussy juice over my cock was too much for me to handle. I cried out, “I’m almost there Rachel.” I gasped as my hips continued to fuck her frantically, “Where do you want me to cum?”

"Yes, yes, let me have it baby. Cum inside me. Cum in my pussy!” She answered, ecstatically.

“No Rachel… I can’t.” I slowed my rutting, my balls swinging against her thighs.

“Yes you can. Cum in me!” Rachel insisted, “I don’t let my husband…”

“But…” I felt her buck beneath me, frantically thrusting her wanton vagina onto my tingling penis.

“Cum inside me. Now! I want your seed.” She kissed me, passionately. And I was lost to this woman.

I was between her legs, lying on her, desperately sliding my cock in and out of her hot wetness. I changed position, supporting myself on my knees as she placed her legs up against my chest. One arm held her legs close to my chest while the other gripped her throat, keeping her pinned so she couldn’t slide up as I pushed my erection into her. I was nestled in the vee of her smooth firm thighs, spread wide, her feet in the air. She reached her arms around me, her fingers digging into my back, gripping, pulling. She grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper inside her hot wet pussy as my hips ground my sex into her faster and faster.

My cock felt harder than ever, and I fucked her for several minutes more, feeling the cum building in my balls. Her exquisite tightness and the smooth silky walls of her pussy massaging my hard cock. With my had tight around her neck, restricting her breathing, she came once more, her breasts reddening, her nipples swelling and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Ahhh… YES!” She mewed as her petite body shook. I felt her vagina pulsating, throbbing, milking my cock. This time I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back. While she was cumming, I felt the cum churning in my balls, and began to pump my hot throbbing member into her faster and faster.

“Yes! Cum for me.”

“Rachel!” I proclaimed fighting the urge to unload my seed, promised to another woman, into this young girl, who belonged to another man. She rose up to meet me and kissed me, our eyes met and I knew… I just knew.

I tensed above her and she smiled, knowing I was past the point of no return. I plunged my cock deep into her forbidden pussy, nuzzling against her twitching cervix and shot my spunk into her, the hot liquid causing her to go over the edge once again. She thrust her pussy up to meet me, her ass rose from the bed as I pressed down, into her. Her pheromones filled my senses, her hormones, unknowing to us both, caused her to ovulate. My semen pulsed into her body, wave after wave, shooting into her, and she moaned my name and squeezed my cock with her vaginal walls.

I released a flood of my hot seed deep into her open quivering cervix. I blasted my semen up her uterus and flooded her fertile womb with my married seed. Her egg was immediately engulfed by millions of my potent sperm, one of which would drill into her egg and impregnate her. She gasped as each thrust of my hips delivered the final spurts of my virile sperm as it pumped into her receptive vagina. Her womb, now teaming with my DNA, was swelling fuller and filling both Fallopian tubes with life. Her mind went blank from the overload of orgasmic pleasure as her body was fully mine to take and own.

Wave after wave of my hot cum blasted into her pussy, and for what seemed like several minutes, her pussy continued to milk my cock, extracting every last drop of semen. I collapsed on top of my young lover and we giggled as we kissed some more.

We were breathing hard, merged into one sexual being at last. As we relaxed our bodies became disentangled. It was at this point we were interrupted.

“You fucking bastards!” The voice cried out. I knew immediately who it was and looked up to see my wife standing in the doorway. “Fucking Whore! You cheating bastard!” She screamed. I leapt out of bed and put myself between her and Rachel, completely naked. My wife stood her ground, fuming. We must have fallen asleep and slept together for hours… not minutes as I first thought.

Rachel walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my stomach. We just looked at each other, then my wife. We’d been caught red-handed by my wife. Here we were, nude and shamed, standing in front of my spouse who had just caught me fucking my married neighbour. How could I possibly fix this?

“Get your fucking hands of my Husband! His cum is seeping down your legs, you slut!”

Rachel bolted for the door, grabbed my discarded shirt and clasped it in front of her as she ran from the house.

I began to go after her but stopped myself. My wife deserved an explanation, and I deserved her anger. I pulled on my boxers as my wife hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. I pleaded with her but it was obviously going to fall on deaf ears. I listened to her sobbing. Repeating over and over again “How could you. How could you.” I knew I should feel pain at the disappointment I had caused but… I didn’t. One way or another, my marriage was over the moment I let Rachel into my life.

By the time I got dressed and fetched us some drinks, my wife had gone to bed. Our bedroom door was locked.

“Please… let me in, let’s talk about this.” I said.

“What the fuck is there to talk about?“ She asked angrily. "I never want to see you again. Get out of my fucking life.”

I knew I was in deep shit, so I figured I’d just settle in on the couch downstairs and hope that maybe she’d calm down after a night’s sleep, but I doubted it.

The next morning, my wife didn’t even mention what had happened. She went about her morning routine acting as if nothing had changed. But she never made eye contact with me. She didn’t even acknowledge my existence. I cleaned the bedroom, it still stank of my shame. I picked up Rachel’s bikini and wedding ring and grabbed a suitcase. My wife left for work and I went about packing my bags and loading the car. My marriage was over. It wasn’t even worth fighting for. She could have it all. I just wanted one thing…

As I prepared to leave I noticed a figure behind me. It was Rachel. She had an overnight bag with her. As I turned to face her she ran into my arms crying… tears of joy? Tears of remorse? I couldn’t tell… but I now I felt the pain in my heart that was missing from earlier.

“Rachel, are you Ok?”

“They all saw me…” she sobbed, “Our neighbours. They must have heard us. They just stared… I felt such shame… I had to run to my house… naked.” She wailed.

I just held her. A lump in my throat. There were no words that would make this any better. Then I noticed her face. She had bruises on her chin, she had a black eye and a cut on her forehead.

“Rachel! What the…!”

“My husband found out.” Was all she said. I fished into my pocket and handed her wedding band to her. “I don’t need this anymore.” And she walked to the bin and tossed it inside. I looked at my own wedding ring, took it from my finger, and it joined hers in the garbage.

“Want to come with me?” I asked.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She smiled… and I melted.

I opened the car door and helped her inside, noting the neighbour watching intently. I placed her overnight bag in the back with my suitcase and joined her in the car. I deliberately, lovingly, kissed her and she wrapped her tiny hands around my face. Now we were both crying.

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“To start a new life.” I replied, as a new life came into being inside her.

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gluecklichzusammen

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