Hustled

Though I was terrified with what I was doing there was no way I would stop it now. Not knowing how he feels inside me. There was no turning back, no stopping it and we both realized it. Besides with each thrust he made my will to say stop diminished. My thoughts of Neal drifted far away as he pounded me with that big young dick. At that Moment I wouldn't have even stopped should he appear in the doorway. He was bigger than Neal and the difference was obvious. I had forgotten how other men could feel and this one so good and he moved so well for such a young lover. I loved it and though I felt taken advantage of, I would have pulled him back into me and beg him to keep fucking me should he try to leave.

I grabbed his firm ass and said, "Come on fuck me, fuck me hard, God you feel good" I met his thrusts with my own and lifted my knees a little higher allowing me to feel every young inch of him. "Oh Yes. We shouldn't be doing this... this is Oh God Yeah" He was fucking me so hard that it became clear to me even in my of incredible enjoyment that his appearance of cumming earlier was all a ruse. A trick to get me here. A trick to get me to spread my legs for him willingly. I wondered if the ladder falling was even an accident, or that he happened to be changing that window when I was coming out of the bathroom.

My movements and sighs slowed as it all became clear to me. He wanted to get me here on my back to fuck me the whole time. He totally played me and I had underestimated him. He wasn't anywhere close to being done with fucking me. Even though it angered me. It did nothing to diminish my want for him to keep fucking me. God it felt so good even though it was so wrong. Yes I was happily married and after all this was over I would return to that life. I would return to being the faithful wife I had always been. But for now I loved the dick this hustler had in me and though he did and was getting the best of me I was not leaving empty handed. My needs would be filled as well.

I screamed out again in ecstasy and again moving to match his

"Come on Brandon this was what you wanted all along. You played me from the start, you wanted to fuck me so fuck me, make it count because you'll never have this again."

He gave me a slanted smile confirming all that I accused him of was true. It wasn't that he was fucking a women, it was that he was fucking a women that never imagined it possible. He was fucking a woman that he had played for the fool. He had conquered me.

He grabbed my tits as they lunged back and forth by his thrusts. He smiled and said,

"Mrs. Williams know that after all this is over and we go back to being neighbors, and I know we may never do this again but I will remember. I will remember it all. The way your tits rock and you feel around me. The way your moans sound. I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck you, and whenever you see me from now on you will know that I know".

With that he put his head down to watch himself enter me, engraving the picture in his mind forever.

I matched his thrusts and grabbed his ass pulling him inside me exactly the way I needed to so that I could feel him best. It was only a few strokes when I felt it mount inside me. I screamed out, totally unaware that the window had never been closed

"Yes, oh. Oh yes. Like that don't stop keep fucking me."

It went on forever and it must have been the final unknown that he was looking for, the last mystery of this woman to be revealed. The way I came. The way I squirmed and yelled during the most erotic and intimate act. The act of sweetest pleasure brought on by another. His started as mine subsided. He bucked and went tight on top of me. Motionless allowing me to only feel his contracting cock pulse as it filled me.

My husband came home and as promised I relieved his pent up stress. He pounded me on the same bed that I had been pounded on by Brandon. I will not tell what I was thinking of when he was or which fucking I enjoyed more. Some thoughts of women should never be shared. It startled me as he drifted off. The last question before he fell asleep.

"Did you pay Brandon?"

Which I responded with an

"I told you I'd take of care of it."