The Beginning - Part III
This was the first time I’ve wanted another man other than my husband... more than my husband. The teasing at this point was a game of who’s going to give in first. We both knew what we wanted, there was no more denying, just will power to not cave. Soon we were working alone again where the teasing intensified. Verbally telling each other that it’s only a matter of time until we would cross the line. Working alone with him made things worse as the sexual tension grew but still trying to be good people and not submit to our cheating desires.
The first real line we crossed was the kiss or better yet a lack of... Everyone had left for the night and he only had to close up shop. On our way out I feel his hand on my waist as I get to the back door. In one smooth motion I feel the cold wall against my back, the feeling of instant butterflies fill my stomach as I look up at him. One hand resting against the wall to the side of my face, another firmly gripping my waist. The deep devilish look in his eyes filled with hunger looking into mine...down to my lips...and back up. An intense energy radiates from him, like the calm before the storm. My thong soaking by the second... The room was dead quiet, enough to hear my heart thumping in my chest I’m sure. Slowly, he lowers himself closer to me...my own lips moving closer too. “What am I doing?! I’m married...He has a girlfriend... I’m so much older than him... Why can’t I stop myself...” I think to myself. My brain telling me one thing while every fibre in my body telling me another.
“Fuck... it’s going to happen... I can feel the warmth coming off from his lips even without touching them... fuck...fuck...fuck” My mind was going crazy as I soon as I felt the slightest touch of his lips. I push myself forward, even parting my lips slightly with my tongue ready to play with his...but this motherfucker (or soon to be) pulled away. It quickly dawns on me, the game wasn’t over! We’re still in play! Last minute equaliser! Game point is now a deuce! We’re now in overtime! (Literally how Rob told me when we later spoke about it) Things like this kept happening over the next few days, both of us leaning in but never committing, placing me in constant sexual itch that my husband couldn’t scratch and even if he could we weren’t having sex because I wasn’t in the mood. Even the smallest evil grin on this boy’s face, was enough to leave me dripping wet.
We catered for a large wedding which was fabulous yet hectic. Not a sexual thought ran through my head during this day, just work work work for 16 hours until finally we finish. We head to his car just is it begins to rain, exhausted after sending the rest of the team home and soon it was pouring. I open the car door but he shuts it quickly, pulling me closer to him as the rain began to sink into our clothes. Looking deeply into my eyes before going for the kill. I felt his lips on mine, rain running down between our faces as we passionate make out. It was everything I had been dreaming about all this time and completely catching me off guard. His lips were just so... fuck. Even just thinking about this is making me feel hot. I don’t know how to explain the feelings I get when we make out. Imagine the best make out session... ever... x10... you never want it to stop... x100. I mean he’s made me cum from just making out with him before, and I’m going off topic....
Simple terms, we made out in the rain next to his car, it was amazing.... Soon we’re in the back of his car soaked through our clothes but quickly go back to making out as his hands begin to roam my body. Skillfully unbuttoning me. “To let them dry, we can’t stay like this” he says while kissing my neck. “Of course.... we’re not doing anything wrong” I whimper in his ear. His hands worked fast yet smoothly like he’d done this a million times. Soon I’m on my back, with my sun dress around my waist and my tits on show for him as I look up at him with hunger. He pulls my thong to one side and began to taste my soaked and wanting pussy. It was a while since I had sex with my husband so my little pussy was aching to be filled. He licked me like no one had before, every now and again getting closer and closer to my ass. An area no one has ever claimed before... but that’s for another story...
I was cumming hard within seconds from just his tongue. I’m so wet I can hear it as he feasts on me. The windows are steamed up for perfect camouflage, with the added tint, we would just be two people who were hooking up at a wedding...like that never happens... He takes his top off and I quickly come up to kiss him again, tasting myself on his lips while his hand quickly finds my clit making me cum again. “I’m older, why is this kid taking so much control and making me cum ohhhh so easily?!?” I thought... It turned me on... It pissed me off... I push him on his back and quickly open his jeans, revealing his throbbing cock, I couldn’t quite see in the dark but it felt big. I felt my pussy drip as I stroked him, which made me want to taste it that much more. Soon I had a mouthful of cock while he holds my hair firmly fucking my mouth. I have to admit I wasn’t the best cock sucker back then, I would gag easily and couldn’t take much. It was enough for him to stay rock hard as he pulled me up to kiss and pushing me into missionary as his spit covered cock teases my clit while he kisses my neck “do you have a condom?” I whimper as I feel him spreading my juices all over his cock, teasing at the entrance. “No.” He whispered in my ear as he slowly pushed in. “Fuuuuuuuck” I moaned is he continued to enter me. This was definitely not my husbands cock. I was being stretched more than ever, touching places I’ve never been touched. He kept going until I felt his heavy balls on my ass, this was by far the best cock I had ever felt, not mammothly huge but the biggest I’ve had. We stayed like this for a few minutes while I adjusted to his size, but I began to unconsciously move my hips against his. It was all the encouragement he needed as he began slowly backing out until just the tip sat in my already creaming pussy. Inch by inch he began to fuck himself into me, taking what he had wanted to for so long. I was a moaning mess, scratching his back and fucking him back the best I could. He was strumming my clit steadily with one hand, his tongue flicking and sucking on my nipples one by one all while pistoning himself in and out of my pussy, making me cum again for the third time. He was determined in making sure my pussy was ruined for my husband... Determined to make me question every single decision I’ve ever made which made me marry him in the first place and settle for anything less than I was getting now. Each stroke he took with my pussy was with his entire length, long, deep strokes just to make sure I knew what I was in for now.
He had succeeded in less than 30 minutes. We were fucking like wild animals having been let out into a new world, yet at the same time, everything was perfect. I soon straddled him and was on a mission to make him cum. Pulling out all the moves to impress him, riding his cock like a pornstar. At this point the car is bouncing as much as we are, but we didn’t give a shit, if anything it made things even hotter. “You can’t cum in me... I’m not on anything” I moaned in his ear, his hands grab my ass, spreading them as he begins to fuck me harder. “I’m not that crazy... Not yet... and I’m not close yet” He growls, fucking me harder and faster. My husband would have been done an 45 minutes ago and been asleep for 40... All of a sudden my phone begins to ring and all my feelings turn...it’s him...why is he still up?? I didn’t have guilt but I was fearful of getting caught. I look at it while Rob begins to slow down. “Answer it and stay calm, we had an after work drink and you’ll be home soon” He says calmly. I take a deep breath and answer, immediately regretting that I did. I played the good wife and did as Rob had instructed as he not so innocently fucked up into me slowly. “You can’t even wait for the rain to die down before I leave? Fu... Fine.” I ended the call and slowly sat next to Rob. Apologising that I had to be home ASAP and that I felt bad for not making him cum. We both began to dress in our still soaked clothes. We shared a loving smile before kissing slowly yet passionately...
...Why don’t I feel guilty???
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