- Loving Wives
- The Start of the Affair
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She held him in her arms, her body shaking, his cock inside her, filling her. He held her in his arms, her mouth yielding to his, thrusting in and out of her. Candlelight danced across his cheek, lighting his eyes; they held her gaze, she found strength in his embrace.
Sheila had met Jason at his house, a meeting of hearts that had begun when she started working with him at the hospital. She was a great nurse, and an eager learner. He had experience, and a heart of gold. The separation she felt with her husband had driven her to Jason, and their mutual attraction of each other soon led them to this place, to his bed. She held him in her arms, and he held her in his.
Sucking his cock had been, she decided, a good way to fend off her nervousness and propel her forward in her affair. Jason was a polite but willing recipient of her attention, and he had chuckled when she knelt before him, unzipped his jeans, and then struggled to pull out his large cock. By the look on her face, her husband's cock was...smaller. Sheila had done her best, years having gone by since she had given a blowjob, and was able to warm him up with both her hand and mouth.
Now, in his bed, the intensity and pressure of that big cock of his penetrating her was bringing on a wave of pleasure she had all but forgot existed. She moaned as they kissed; his tongue teased hers, his muscular chest pressed happily against her full breasts. His cock was a machine, thrusting in and out of her wet pussy, always giving, never relenting in his desire to give her pleasure.
Sheila gasped out loud when he shifted his weight off of her, the change in position causing his cock to rub her G-spot as it almost slipped out of her. He held himself above her, fucking her hard for a couple of minutes, before laying back down on her, spreading her legs wide beneath him. She felt electric pleasure flow over her body, from her clit up to her nipples.
All her fears and all her hopes for this affair came crashing together in a wonderful, intense orgasm that opened her up to love and closed her heart to her husband. Sweat broke out over her body, and she moaned happily. Jason smiled down at her, and then allowed himself to cum inside her. His thrusting quickened, and with each penetration came a release of semen that filled her, and filled her, and then filled her again.
They looked at each other, and smiled. It was over, this first trysting, this first expression of their passion for each other. Now they could relax more, and truly learn how to please each other. Jason began to suck Sheila's breast, pulling her nipple in, biting it, massaging her with his lips and tongue. She closed her eyes in sweet, quiet offering. She had given herself to him; her body was his to do with as he pleased.
She reached down between them and took his cock in her hand, and Jason moved off her so she could stroke it. His mouth was still latched on to her breast, so she leaned over him, watching his face while her hand firmly eased him into another erection. He began to finger her as well, and soon her pussy began to warm and buzz with pleasure.
Jason got up, and moved around her, pulling her onto her knees. Sheila got on all fours, and he positioned her in front of him, his cock pressing against her ass. Positioning the head of his cock against the folds of her pussy, he slid into her heat with a happy sigh. She groaned, still not used to his size, the incredible feel of her pussy being stretched. He began to thrust hard, in and out of her.
Sheila felt him lean over her back, felt him cup both her breasts in his large hands, and sagged against them. Her body moved like a piston, back and forth, in response to Jason's strong pumping motion. He held her body up, with one hand, and reached between her legs to finger her clit while he fucked her hard. Her juices began to flow, and they both felt him speed up as she bathed him in her wetness.
Her orgasm rose like the sun within her body, warmth of the light of their passion filling her; the tingling in her body caused her to lower her head to the pillow. It wouldn't be long now before—she gasped out loud, surprised as the release of pleasure that rolled through her body. Her breasts were alive to his firm touch, her clit the match that started the flame.
He fucked her this way, alternating between hard thrusts and slow penetrations, until she came with a moan. He stopped and rolled her over onto her back, slid his cock back inside of her, and laid on top of her. "I like watching you," he explained with a smile, and began to fuck her some more.
Having a cock inside her for so long was new to Sheila, and she reveled in his stamina, giving herself to the motion and pleasure of their union. Jason began to cum, and she watched his face tense and the joy come into his lips and eyes as he released his load. His release brought on a second for her, and they both moaned happily. Soon he began to slow down his thrusting, fucking her slowly while they kissed. His chest rubbed against hers, rubbed her nipples into a sweet tingling of a desire for...more. She knew it was almost time to go, but she wanted more!
Jason held her in his arms, his cock filling her. Sheila held him in her arms, her body trembling.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 5 years agoShould have been in Erotic Couplings. Obviously being married had nothing to do with these people fucking. Seemed to be an afterthought. Hope she can still enjoy the sex as much after the divorce. Big cock fling with a fellow cheating asshole, versus a lifetime commitment for love and partnership. Yeah, immediate gratification versus ethics and character. Not even part of the story. But it read like a really good fuck. Congratulations.
Buckeyebobover 6 years agoWithout doubt a clinical description of sex. Not in the least erotic. No information about the characters involved. I have not read anything worse than this. Sorry but it is amazingly bad.
Anonymousalmost 9 years agoShe gives her husband a STD. He destroyed her in that he disappears with all there money. She comes home from work to a empty house and no money when she checks lster. The only left is a table in the kitchen full of pictures of her cheating. Her life runed when she finds out everone she knows has received a email or text with pictures provided.
Anonymousover 9 years agoI used to cheat on girlfriends and later, on each of my two wives. Then my second wife, who I had long arrogantly believed would never cheat on me, did. I was crushed when I found out. We worked things out and we are still together. I stayed with her because I love her and always will. I also knew that she loved me. She dumped the boyfriend as soon as I found out about the affair. I know it's not PC to say so but her affair was mostly my fault. After being cheated on myself, I realized what a bastard I had been to take other men's wives and vowed never to do so again.
It's important to remember the difference between fantasy and reality. I used to try to make my sexual fantasies come to pass. If I saw a woman I liked, I'd go after her. I'd usually go after the best looking (seemingly available) woman in the room. Getting shot down didn't bother me so I would persist or move on to a more welcoming female. I didn't care if the woman was single, married, engaged, separated or divorced. I used to love the chase and the conquest, but mostly I just liked the variety and novelty of being with different and usually very attractive women. I used to marvel at some of the women I ended up in bed with, women I had previously considered unavailable - a female professor, the wife of a male professor, the beautiful wives of two friends who thought that I could provide them with orgasms their husbands couldn't (I couldn't either), a gorgeous coworker who seemed totally devoted to her hard-bodied triathlete husband (I swam a few laps two or three times a week), and a black woman who didn't like white guys.
So nowadays my fantasies remain fantasies. I no longer believe that I have to make them come true. I will never do anything that would hurt my wife (even if I think she'll never find out). The old saw about "what you don't know won't hurt you" isn't true. My wife thought that old saw was true - until I found out! Fantasies mean never having to worry about lying, getting caught, blackmailed, stabbed, shot or STIs. They are also much cheaper, less stressful and time consuming than the never-ending chase for just one more orgasm.
