Brett was a brilliant software engineer working for a large tech company in San Francisco and earned a great income. But he was a nerd.
For the last five years, he’d been married to a beautiful young lady called Emily.
Brett and Emily had met while still in high school and fell in love with each other. Ever since then, they’d remained close through high school and attended the same college.
Like most nerdy folks, Brett didn’t have a lot of sexual experience or history. Emily was the only woman he had been with and that didn’t mean they did anything wild in the bedroom.
Through five years of marriage, all Brett had ever done was the missionary position during sex.
Two months ago, Emily traveled to her hometown to visit her parents who were celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary. Brett had a lot of work to do at his company so he couldn’t go with Emily.
After spending a whole week alone, Brett became horny. He needed a quick release and Emily still had a week to return.
He was anxiously awaiting her arrival, a little nervous even. He had never cheated on his wife before and had never been with another woman.
Then he had an idea — the internet. So he quickly hopped on his laptop and turned to Craigslist personal ads to try to find a partner in adultery.
It turned out that was a tedious task, with all the spam, but that was where he discovered Kimora.
Kimora was a pretty lady of Korean descent. From her pictures, Brett could hardly guess her age but he could tell she was in her early thirties or so. She had long shoulder-length black hair, a cute smile, and a well-kept body.
More importantly, from their chats, he could tell she was wild. She was willing to do almost anything that can be done between a man and a woman.
She claimed to love giving head and she expressed a willingness to try whatever Brett wanted to try.
Kimora understood his position as a happily married man, and she was willing to help him out with his problem so they set a meeting for Friday night. Brett knew that night would be a night to remember.
Friday night came. It was already 5:00 pm and Brett was waiting for her. Even while waiting for her, Brett was still daydreaming about his wife, wishing it had not come to this.
But he couldn’t blame himself, his wife did only the bare minimum to satisfy him sexually.
In five years of marriage, they had yet to venture beyond the missionary position. Emily never gave him oral sex or allowed him to give it to her.
Forget about any kind of sexual variety; she expected him to be happy with plain sex every few weeks, and could not understand why he was upset about it.
A knock at the door woke him up from his reverie. He was trembling a bit when he stepped to the door and opened it.
There she was, Kimora, with shining dark hair, smooth Asian skin, and a hesitant smile.
“I thought you would chicken out on me,” she said.
“No, I need this. More than you know.” Brett replied.
She stepped into the apartment and he shut the door behind her.
“Nice place,” she said, seemingly expecting some kind of brilliant, witty response.
“Yes, it is,” was all he could muster.
She turned and looked sharply into his eyes.
“You are still thinking about backing out, aren’t you?”
Brett couldn’t lie to her, so instead, he blurted out;
“I can’t stop thinking about Emily. I don’t know why. I want this, I really do, but she is in my head and I can’t push her out.”
“Let me try,” she said, and she planted her lips on his and forced her tongue into his mouth.
Brett reciprocated, timidly at first, then succumbed to the passion of the kiss. He felt a stirring in his pants, and he knew that he was doing something he needed to do. But he still thought of Emily.
“You said you have never fucked anyone but your wife, right?” said Kimora as she walked over to the living room couch.
Brett shook his head. She beckoned him over, and he sat down.
“Then we had better start quickly, and get you to shoot your first load of the night. It is going to be quick, powerful, and messy. Lay down.”
She got up as he obliged, stretching out on the couch. She slowly removed her T-shirt, revealing large breasts held in by a black lace bra.
Brett watched, speechless, as she stripped before him. He felt his crotch getting warmer and his pants seemed to be getting smaller. Her shoes came off, then her pants, revealing panties to match the bra.
Without saying a word, she reached down to unbuckle and remove his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and removed them, revealing his white boxers. His erection was clearly visible, nearly bursting out of his boxers by now.
“Let’s release him, okay?” Kimora purred sweetly.
Brett could only nod, dumbfounded by what was happening.
She began to gently stroke his cock, now standing at attention. She smiled but said nothing.
Slowly she lowered her face to his crotch and gently ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft.
Brett could not believe the sensation; he felt like he would blow his load right there. Then she gave him a wicked grin, and he watched as the head of his cock disappeared between her lips.
The sensation was indescribable. Brett had never felt anything like it. Her warm, wet mouth felt more like a pussy than he expected, but her lips and tongue were actively massaging his cock in a way that no cunt ever could.
At first, she just took the head into her mouth, then another inch. Before he knew it she was sucking on about three inches of it, with her hand still stroking the rest.
Brett moaned in pleasure, thinking again that he would blow his load, but somehow he still held off.
“I bet you aren’t thinking about your wife now,” she said mischievously, taking her mouth off of him and giving him another wicked grin.
“No,” Brett muttered under his breath, shaking his head.
She stroked his cock with her hand, three times, slowly, then in one smooth motion, she took the entire thing in her mouth.
Brett could feel the head hitting the back of her throat, and he nearly fainted from the sheer pleasure. He moaned, his whole body trembling, as she began to fuck him with her face.
Brett felt the cum welling up inside, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He felt it rise up and prepare to shoot down Kimora’s throat.
“I’m cumming,” he shouted, immediately thinking what a lame thing it was to say.
Kimora pulled his cock most of the way out of her mouth, holding the head and about an inch of the shaft in.
Brett felt his cum begin to shoot out, undoubtedly coating the back of Kimora’s mouth, as she moaned some encouragement for him.
Her moans only drove him further over the edge, as he shot spurt after spurt into her willing mouth. She did not lose a drop.
When he was finished, she let his cock leave her mouth with a small “pop.” She looked right into his eyes, a mouth still full of cum, and said “Mmm…” before she swallowed.
Brett could scarcely believe that any of it had happened, but he did not feel even the slightest pang of guilt or regret.
“So, are you still thinking about your wife?” she asked. Brett could honestly say no. This was going to be a fun night…
Brett had just gotten a taste of what was to come next. Kimora helped him take off his shirt so he was completely naked.
Her hand reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, leaving her boobs fully exposed before him.
Brett couldn’t believe what he saw — fresh, plump, and succulent milky boobs freely at his disposal. He swallowed hard.
“Still thinking about your wife?” she asked.
Brett shook his head vigorously. Every thought of his wife quickly vanished at the sight of Kimora’s fully exposed boobs.
“Lie on the couch, baby,” she said.
Brett did as told.
Kimora wrapped her hands around his soft cock and started milking it slowly.
“I know you still got more juice in you. Tonight’s your night, don’t worry honey. I’ll give you a good experience” she muttered.
Brett took a deep breath and closed his eyes as she started working on him. Her left hand was jerking his cock, trying to get it hard again while her right hand was rubbing his chest and stomach.
Brett was getting a handjob and massage at the same time; this was unreal.
Once he got fully hard, she stopped and mounted him, held his stiff cock, and directed it into her pussy.
Brett felt the warm walls of her pussy being lowered down on his throbbing cock and was amazed. He took another deep breath once his cock hit her cervix.
Kimora placed her hands on his chest for support and started riding him slowly at first, before going faster.
The living room was filled with loud moans from both of them. Their bodies were experiencing deep sexual pleasure like never before.
After riding him cowgirl for about 8 minutes, Kimora experienced her first orgasm. Her body shrieked and she shuddered and moaned aloud, then collapsed on Brett.
Nerdy Brett got confident and took charge. He flipped her over so she was on her arms and knees — doggy. Then he grabbed her hips and started thrusting deep into her pussy.
This time he was pounding her so hard that the couch was almost breaking apart. Brett went as deep as he could into her pussy, alternating between deep and shallow strokes.
Then he felt a tingling sensation from his cock. Another orgasm was around the corner, so with all the force in his body, he pounded her pussy with force.
Kimora’s pussy gripped his cock as she too was about to experience another shot of orgasm.
Two minutes later, Brett roared like a wild ox as his cock shot three streams of thick cum deep in her pussy.
Kimora too had just hit her climax and both of them experienced the inevitable high. Then he collapsed on her body and both of them lay on the couch, panting.
Brett just had the best sex of his life and this wasn’t going to be his last time. From then on, Brett and Kimora fucked at least once a week until he divorced Emily and started dating Kimora.
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