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Natalie Sierra 7-9 minutes 8/9/2021

An all consuming affair has this couple seeking out every opportunity to give in to their illicit desire.

Natalie Sierra

The wind whipped my hair, a pleasant chill tracing itself up my spine.

He’d come at last.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” His voice was muffled; stolen by the wind and carried away across the hills. He bore no excuses. I did not ask for any.

“It’s fine. You’re here now.” I turned, facing him at last. His height always astounded me; 6’4, his exquisitely muscled body hidden beneath an expensive overcoat. His dark hair was tucked into a hat, its tip shrouding his manly features. Dark eyes with intelligent brows almost always drawn tight in thought, a long, straight nose above sensuous lips and a cleft chin permanently encased in black stubble.

“It’s warm in my car,” he offered, noticing me beginning to shiver. Of course, it was always warm in his car.

We both went straight into the backseat, each of us eager to begin what we had been doing for the past year: fucking our best friend’s spouse.

It had happened by accident one night. Both of our partners had been so drunk at a party that they’d passed out, leaving us alone together in the living room. One thing led to another, and now we were… here. This hot, forbidden liaison that we didn’t know how to stop. Or whether we even wanted it to.

He took off his coat, tossing it into the front seat, along with his hat. His lips were on mine instantly. I loved the press of him, this sudden passion of his that was infecting me. My heels fell off, and I pulled my pencil skirt up above my hips so that I could sit comfortably on his lap.

I let out a little satisfied giggle as his hands began their talented exploration of my breasts beneath my office appropriate button-up.

I wanted him to just grab both ends and rip it to shreds, but he oh so slowly, unbuttoned each one, our chests heaving with desire. His lips rubbed against mine, my chin, his breath was in my hair, my ear. Licking it, sending hot flutters of lust down my spine. I felt his impressive bulge beneath me, and I rubbed myself against it, relishing the feel of his cock against my wet, throbbing pussy through my silky panties.

He grabbed my breasts into his hands and brought my nipples into his delectable mouth. He sucked both of them at the same time, rubbing his tongue across the sensitive skin. I moaned against the top of his head, rubbing my face against his hair.

I pressed my finger against my clit, sending delicious shocks of pleasure throughout my body.

“I wish we were on a bed,” he panted into my chest. “I love the taste of your pussy.” He took his right hand, pressing his index and middle against his tongue, and then seized my clit between his fingers.

I gasped, I couldn’t help myself at the sensation of the silky panties being rubbed against me. My tongue found his, our mouths were locked against each other. I moaned into him, my arms frantic against his back as he rubbed my quivering pussy.

I wished we were on a bed, too. A giant bed with silk sheets, room to explore each other as we always wanted. Time was always scarce; these small moments were all we had, and we did as much with it as we could.

I felt myself dangerously close to orgasm as he took my nipples into his mouth again, his fingers still rubbing my pussy.

“Please fuck me,” I moaned, both wanting to be driven over this edge of desire and stopping myself from it before I fell into this wild heaven.

He kept his thumb pressed against my clit as he breathed into my ear, “If you want this cock, you have to let it out of its prison.”

I gave a breathless laugh, reaching down to undo his belt, rubbing my hands against his skin as I went down. I loved the silken feel of his chest, loved to find my hands suddenly full of his gorgeous cock and balls, loved the feel of his dark hair when it was wet with our sweat, our cum, saliva. I pulled his cock out of his boxers, relishing the feel of every girthy inch of him.

I sat up higher, letting him grasp his cock and rub it against my wet entrance. We both were quiet, anticipating the moment, the lull in the storm before we lost ourselves to the hurricane of desire.

“Do you want this?” he asked me, his cock teasing my entrance. His eyes were full of mischief, a devilish smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“You know I do.” I brushed my pussy against him. He pulled my panties aside and let me feel him, skin to skin. I nearly screamed with the urgency that was eating at me. I was so impatient for him, desperate with desire.

“Please, I need to feel you inside of me,” I begged, panting heavily into his ear.

“You always know how to undo me,” he whispered, before pulling me all the way down onto him.

I think I screamed, although now I’m not sure. I was lost in this world of gasping moans and the hot slap of our flesh as his hands gripped my hips, pushing me down onto him again and again. My pussy rubbed against the soft flesh below his navel, our mingled wetness creating an intoxicating scent that filled the car.

He reached up and seized my hair in his hand, plunging his fingertips down to my scalp. I shuddered against him, my breasts crammed against his face as the first waves of orgasm crashed around the edges of my consciousness.

I pressed his sweaty head against my chest, feeling the in and the out of him, every solid inch of him plunging deep and pulling out. I could almost feel each throbbing vein against my pussy, the entrance of him bulging against me.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled into my neck, licking the soft flesh just below my ear.

“Make me cum,” I moaned back, teasing his earlobe with my tongue. He pressed his thumb into my clit again, looking me right in the eyes as I fucked him.

And I came undone.

It was his eyes that did it, that deep connection with him, that pull that I felt, like gravity, like falling, and I gave myself to him, trusting that he would guide me into what I most desired: a sexual release that I had not found anywhere else.

Damn the consequences.

I fucked him hard as I came, pushing myself against him, his cock so deep into me, a perfect fit, my pussy grown tight as a withering orgasm shot throughout my core.

He bucked against me, his own moans so full of passion that they ignited another wave of pleasure through me. I pressed his chest to mine as he wrapped his strong arms around me. “Oh god, oh god I’m gonna come,” he groaned.

“Come inside me,” I demanded, knowing full well that would be the end of him. That he would not be able to hold back any longer. He pressed me tighter against him and whispered something I could not quite understand, something that could only be felt and acknowledged but not spoken aloud.

He filled me with his cum, his gasping moans locked against my mouth. He pulled me back a bit and just looked at me, watching the heat flush against my face as he fucked me.

He ran his hand down my face, watching me, as we both finally began to slow.

“I don’t want to love you,” he said, knowing full well what that sentence hid. What it meant.

“I don’t want to love you, either,” I replied, kissing the top of his sweaty head. I held him against me, our hot skin flush against each other. Held him for a moment longer.

“I have to go,” I said, not daring to look at his eyes, keeping myself up above his head.

“I do, too,” he replied softly. He kissed me once more before we both began to dress quietly.

We finally looked over at each other when we were both dressed. He took my hand in his, brought it up to his lips and kissed each fingertip. If we had more time…

“I’ll see you again soon,” he promised, his deep voice resonating within me. I leaned in and kissed his lips lightly.

“I know you will,” I kissed him once more before I got out of the backseat and walked over to my car.