Ian tapped the tip of his cock on Clara’s clitoris, making her juices drool out of her pussy and down past her puckering sphincter. Standing between her legs at the edge of the bed, he knew that her mind and body were at his mercy. This wasn’t their first time, but their bodies still buzzed with the anticipation of their sex sessions.
She was a thirty-nine-year-old housewife with a loving husband and an ambitious daughter on the verge of embarking on her out-of-state college career. If she seemingly had the perfect life, why was she on her back in her marital bed holding her legs open for another man?
Part of the answer was that he was the only one capable of satiating her bouts of nymphomania. He made her feel desired, from the sexting leading up to their encounters to the relentless poundings that left her sore for days.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked her, already knowing the answer.
She looked down between her spread legs, seeing him place his length on top of her to show her how deep it would go. Of course, she already knew what it felt like, but it still drove her mad with lust to be teased by his throbbing member.
“I wanna hear you say it,” he continued, simulating a fucking motion that made his tip graze her belly button piercing.
“I want you…to fuck me,” she said, feeling her pussy contract and release another stream of juices.
He moved back, running his head along the length of her hotness before aiming it directly at her entrance. He pushed forward, parting her labia with his bulbous head.
She bit her lower lip, lightly digging her fingernails into the back of her thighs, and squirming at the torturous anticipation.
He penetrated her, plunging his cock into the pressure of her depths while his girth stretched her texture.
She moaned, welcoming the fullness inside her delirious, wet warmth.
He remained motionless for a moment, enjoying the way she kegeled to make herself tighter. For a woman who had given birth and was approaching forty, the sensations her sheath provided were far greater than that of his girlfriend’s.
He pulled out three-fourths of his length from her reluctant pussy and promptly stuffed it back in with a single thrust. He knew exactly what she liked as if he was inside her head, reading her darkest, immoral fantasies.
He began pummeling her, stimulating her most erogenous zones with deep and long strokes that made her natural lubrication run down onto his cock. There was something about the sting of his profound penetration that contorted her face in ways her husband had never seen.
“Harder, fuck me harder,” she urged him, slightly arching her back.
For years, she had relied on a vibrator to satisfy her urges. All she had to do was increase the intensity with a button and work her clitoris to multiple orgasms. This was similar, but it was the dirty talk and moans that elevated the vigor with which her real-life sex toy fucked her.
A mini-orgasm shot through her body, accompanied by a loud moan and a gush of juices that splashed against his lower abdomen. Her walls contracted, begging for a mutual release, but he had excellent orgasm control that allowed him to keep pounding.
The aftermath of her first mini-orgasm ignited her skin, flushing her face and upper chest. He pulled out entirely and knelt between her legs, pressing his flat tongue against her asshole and licking all the way up to her engorged clitoris. He traced circles around it, then flicked his tongue over it, making his mouth flood with her nectar. This was his way of giving her convulsing pussy a break while continuing to pleasure her.
He stood up, reaching forward to align his mouth with hers. She opened wide and stuck her tongue out, inviting him to spit her own sex juices into her mouth. He did just that, allowing her to taste the fruit of her depravity.
“I want you to leave her,” she pleaded, looking up into his eyes. “I want you all to myself.”
“Not yet…but soon,” he replied, in what was a tender moment amid their vigorous sex.
He loved his girlfriend like Clara loved her husband, but their sex-crazed affair was impossible to stop. It was a double-edged sword that satisfied their desires but tore their hearts apart.
He buried his cock back inside her and resumed the punishment that her married flesh deserved. The ravaging turned the world into a blurry background and her marital bed into the main stage. In this performance, she wasn’t a mother or wife, she was a woman overdosing on pure, uninhibited sexual ecstasy.
The thrashing of her guts forced repeated mini-orgasms out of her that made her lose track of time. They usually played it close, not so much because they were thrill-seeking the risk of getting caught, but because they wanted to prolong their session as long as possible.
Her moans intensified, giving his tiring body a boost as he knew she was approaching a full-body orgasm.
“Listen to how fucking wet you are,” he said, reaching with his left hand to choke her neck.
She squirmed, hearing the sound of her squelching wetness filling the room. The restriction of oxygen heightened her arousal, making her pussy grip his cock just as tightly as he was squeezing her neck.
He loved pushing her boundaries and finding new ways to please her, which was something they both lacked in their normal, legitimate relationships. Her body belonged to him. He knew it better than anyone, having explored it many times and conquering it each and every time.
He let go of her neck, giving her a feeling of euphoria as oxygen rushed back through her body. He placed his left thumb directly over her clitoris and began rubbing it in a circular motion. The combination of internal and external stimulation never failed to take her over the edge.
For a second, her entire body tensed up, causing her back to arch and her toes to curl. She clenched her teeth to brace for the waves of satisfaction that were about to crash through her body. Suddenly, her body collapsed, releasing a powerful body-shaking climax.
Her cries of pleasure reverberated through the house, making it clear that she would not renounce her immorality. In this moment of orgasmic bliss, their guilt dissipated in favor of their bodies reveling in their wickedness.
Her pussy convulsed in unison with her body, milking his spurting cock and flooding itself with his hot, virile seed. As a bit of his load overflowed and seeped into her rear entrance, her orgasmic juices forcefully gushed out, showering him from his chest down to the base of his cock.
Her satiated state brought her to a pocket of clarity between her conflicting dualities. She wanted to have it all, her normal life and her carnal addiction. She was confident that her wantonness would prevail and convince her lover to break up with her daughter.
