Yes, the idea of cheating with someone else’s wife and actually doing it is far in between. Nevertheless, what a rush!
Therefore, these are the days before I got married.
After my first and poorest attempt at sex, things were just going to get better. As the saying goes, the more one practices, the better one gets.
Let me introduce you to Debbie Jones, a 5’6 athletic body with 32-B breasts.
Her flirtatious nature made it hard for anyone to resist her charm, including myself. The tension between us grew stronger with each passing day, fueling the desire that was building inside me.
She also knew how to dance. Her dance moves were a mesmerizing combination of grace and sensuality, leaving everyone in awe of her talent. It was impossible to tear my eyes away from her as she effortlessly commanded the attention of the entire room.
Now her husband John was a jealous type of person but also a drunk, so once he got to drinking, he kind of forgot about his wife in every way—let us say, neglected her.
She was craving a man with a hard dick, and once she had you in her sights, game over. Not that I am complaining.
We used to meet at the bar we had on the floor of our department, and as always, her husband would go to the bar and drink. I would have a drink or two, and then just chill. Music would be playing, and the people and those women would play pool and socialize.
Debbie was a lovely woman who loved to chat and laugh, always willing for a dare, and any challenge you gave her, whether to play a game of dice, pool, or dance, she was game.
One evening, while chilling, I noticed that Debbie and her husband had a few words. She had a stern expression on her face as they continued to argue. It was clear that something was bothering her, and I wondered if this would affect her usual cheerful demeanor for the rest of the night. The music was playing, twirling and spinning with determined energy. Despite the tension in the air, Debbie’s passion for dancing seemed to shortly overshadow her worries. Her graceful movements and infectious smile captivated everyone around her, reminding us all of her unwavering spirit and resilience. Looking up, I could not help but feel a sense of curiosity and anticipation as our eyes met. It was as if she was silently inviting me to join her on the dance floor, offering a momentary escape from whatever was troubling her. Therefore, I answered her by joining her on the dance floor.
Just so, you know, I am not in any way the best dancer, but she was obliging. We danced together, and then the music changed to a slower tempo. We moved closer together and started to slow dance. That is when I felt her grind herself into me.
As the intensity grew, I could not help but feel a surge of desire coursing through my veins. The connection between us became undeniable, fueling the electric atmosphere on the dance floor.
Despite the risks and the fear of being caught, the temptation was too strong to resist. In that moment, we were both lost in our own world, consumed by the intoxicating passion that pulsed between us.
The song ended.
As we sat there, the tension between us remained palpable. It was clear that our encounter on the dance floor had ignited a desire that could not easily be extinguished. The mischievous smile on her face hinted at the possibility of further exploration, leaving me eager to see where this unexpected connection would lead us.
She offered to get us a drink, which I accepted, and as I watched her walk away, I could not help but feel a surge of anticipation. Her confident stride and the way she carried herself only intensified the magnetic pull between us. It was as if she were daring me to take a chance and delve deeper into an electrifying connection we had discovered on the dance floor.
My dick was throbbing inside my pants. She came back, and I knew tonight was my night. I was starting to sweat. As she handed me the drink, I could not help but notice the mischievous glint in her eyes, fueling my desire even further. The air between us crackled with an undeniable lust, making it clear that this encounter was about to become unforgettable.
She smiled at me as she handed the drink over. She chuckled softly, her voice dripping with seduction, and whispered, “John doesn’t need to know about us.”
The thought of the forbidden only intensified my desire, and without hesitation, I replied, “I’d be more than willing.”
She informed me that John would not be coming home tonight, adding an extra layer of excitement to our secret rendezvous. The anticipation grew as we both realized that this night would be filled with stolen moments and forbidden pleasures.
I felt a mix of excitement and guilt as I realized the opportunity that lay before us. With a nervous smile, I took a sip of the drink she had handed me, knowing that our secret rendezvous would be a night to remember.
I was pleased and agreed that I would take her home. As we drove in silence, the tension between us was palpable. The anticipation of what awaited us at her place only heightened the thrill of our forbidden encounter.
We pulled up to her house; it was about 10 p.m. The dimly lit porch and the sound of crickets added to the mysterious atmosphere surrounding us. I could not help but wonder what awaited us behind closed doors as she unlocked the front door, inviting me into her world of secrecy and desire. As we entered her place, I grabbed her from behind, swung her around, and kissed her. The taste of her lips was intoxicating, fueling the passion that had been building between us all evening. The cool night air seemed to heighten our desire as we embraced, lost in the moment, eager to explore the secrets that awaited us within her house. Our mouths opened, and our tongues entwined with each other. She tasted so good; her scent was so intoxicating, it took me literally to new heights. I held her head in my hand, and we kissed hungrily.
My cock was standing at full mast now, and she could feel it. She moaned as she grinded against me.
There was no talking, only in tongues. I was helping her take off her top and then undoing her jeans buckle and zipper. She moved away from me and landed on a huge upholstered chair. She kicked off her jeans and sat back with her legs open, exposing her G-strings and smooth pussy lips. She had that smile again, and I knew what she wanted. I fell to the floor on my knees and made my way. Closer to her. She gave me pillars from the couch next to her so that I would be more comfortable.
I moved her legs over my shoulders and kissed her inner thighs, first the left, then the right side. I breathed her in, and fuck, I was powerless. I nibbled my way towards her pussy, gently bringing myself closer to her lips. She lifted her ass, and I took off her G-string. I was breathing heavily, and I blew softly over her lips. Then I licked her moist lips from the bottom to her clitoral area. She squealed and moved her hips closer for me to feast on her pussy.
I flicked my tongue and sucked her clitoral area, nibbled on her outer lips, and started to lick her as a pussy would lick its milk.
Her nectar tasted so good. She was wet and dripping. I moved my way further up past her belly button to her fine, perky nipples, which I flicked with my tongue and sucked her whole breast in my mouth, sucking hard and nibbling on her nipples, which grew so hard they stood out at least a half an inch.
We were on fire for each other. I moved to her neck, kissed her, and bit her, then bit her lips and moved my way back down until I was feasting on her pussy again.
By now, she was grinding her lips into my mouth in a frenzy and moaning aloud. She then grabbed the back of my head. The intensity of our passion was overwhelming as we continued to explore each other’s desires. I eagerly reciprocated her pleasure, savoring the taste of her release.
We were consumed by an intense passion, unable to resist each other’s desires. As we caught our breath, our bodies yearned for more; craving the electrifying connection, we shared.
I stood up, and she took off my pants and jocks. She then grabbed my cock and rubbed her hand up and down my shaft. She squeezed my balls, and when her hand reached the top of my cock, my pre-cum oozed out, which she proceeded to lick and swallow.
Then she engulfed my whole cock in her mouth and started to suck and bob her head back and forth.
The intensity of her actions sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, making it hard to think straight. With each movement, I could feel myself growing harder and more desperate for release.
The taste of her lips and the warmth of her mouth heightened my senses, intensifying the pleasure. As I reached the peak of ecstasy, my body trembled uncontrollably, and I released myself into her eagerly awaiting mouth. The sight of her swallowing every drop only fueled my desire for her even more.
My legs felt weak as I followed her to the bedroom. We lay down. The softness of her skin against mine brought a sense of comfort and intimacy, deepening our connection. In that moment, I realized that it was just the physical pleasure that drew me to her. As we continued to explore each other’s bodies, the intensity of our passion grew exponentially. The scent of our intertwined desires filled the room, heightening our senses and driving us to new heights of pleasure and energy.
She then moved over to me and guided my hardening cock into her warm, moist furnace.
The intensity of her movements increased, matching the rhythm of our passionate connection. Each thrust ignited a fire within us, pushing us closer to the edge of ecstasy. With every moan and gasp, our bodies became one, lost in a world of pleasure and desire.
Her pace increased until she was riding me hard, with her head tilted back, her mouth slightly parted, and deep moans escaped. She was in heaven.
I was just a man with a hard cock, which she was enjoying and taking for her pleasure. In addition, I had no arguments about that.
We fucked each other until 2 a.m. the next morning before we collapsed into each other’s arms and fell into a deep sleep.
Brunch was at 11 a.m. that morning.
We both understood that our encounter was purely physical and that there were no strings attached. Despite my attempts to reignite the passion we once shared, she made it clear that our night together was a one-time thing. We both agreed to move on and cherish the memory of that intense night of pleasure.