Early Sunday morning
It was such a wonderful feeling. Waves of sweaty, sensual delights washed over her entire body, as she felt the sexual assault on her senses. She struggled playfully, only to happy to let him have his way with her completely. His muscular arms held her wrists against the cool sheets, making her give in to him even more, trying to take him deeper inside with each stroke of his plunging tool. His face was blurred, hidden in the semi-darkness, but it didn't matter to Megan. The pleasure she was experiencing kept her head clouded from all reality around her, as the mysterious stranger fucked her into ecstasy.
Something was wrong. He began fading away from her on the bed, like a distant dream slowly evaporating from her memory. Megan reached out for him, unable to stop his escape. She felt her voice cry out for him to return to her, her body lying wanting and vulnerable. Megan could hear not only her own distant gasps now, but another's echoing through her head.
Megan suddenly awoke, stirred by the sounds coming from the adjoining room. Her eyes still barely open, she could plainly hear the grunts and moans coming from Adrian's room. Disappointed in losing her idyllic, dreamy moment, Megan's head fell forlornly back onto her pillow.
For a moment, Megan even considered throwing the nearest thing she could grasp at the wall, but at the same time, was more than a little curious to listen in. The headboard rattled against the wall as she heard Adrian through the wall, obviously banging the ass off some dirty slut he had picked up the night before. His lady-friend was squealing and clearly gasping in delight, as Megan listened intently. David lay silently beside her, totally oblivious to the animalistic passions from the next room.
It was slowly turning her on. Megan tried to ignore it but the sounds alone were causing very vivid images in her head. Not yet fully awake, she started dreamingly imagining that it was she that Adrian was fucking so wildly. Was Adrian the mysterious stranger that had turned up in her dreams of late? Megan's hands began to glide over her body as she listened to the intense pants of passion coming from Adrian's room.
Megan rolled over in bed. She could feel the dampness between her legs as David lay snoozing beside her, unaware of her building desire. Unable to turn off from Adrian's noisy but welcome distraction, her hand slowly glided down her stomach and through her lightly trimmed bush, before she ran her fingertips over her swelling pussy lips. The folds of moist, sensitive skin parted easily, allowing Megan to probe for the opening with her fingertip.
Lightly, Megan began to rub and stroke her wetness with her finger and thumb, moaning softly at her own exquisite touch. Her palm rested on her crotch, using the pad of her thumb to stimulate her clitoris into life.
The curtains billowed with the slight breeze coming through the open window, as Megan continued her self pleasure. Her fingertips squeezed and teased at her hardening nipples, as she rubbed herself gently, taking time to build up the momentum. David stirred for a moment and Megan's heart raced as she gently rubbed the nub of her clitoris, in expectation of a reaction from him.
"Baby, are you awake?" she whispered breathlessly.
No response. She moved up against him, her skin buzzing with anticipation as she ran her fingers over his back. Her breasts pushed into his back, her protruding nipples stirring him into life. Her hand slithered round his waist and she found his cock with ease, disappointed that signs of life were minimal. He grunted something incoherent before rejecting her advances, with an ignorant shrug.
"Meg...not now, I'm tired. Maybe later..." David mumbled, before turning away from her further still.
Megan sighed at his apparent lack of interest, disgusted that she would have to resort to self-pleasure once again, before falling back to her own side of the bed. It was the same old story. Meanwhile, Adrian's rampant thrusting was having the desired effect on his latest conquest, her lusty orgasmic moans only infuriating Megan even further.
She was beginning to grow tired of David's lack of attention. Long hours, always tired, never in the mood for sex, wasn't this supposed to be her role? It had been this gradual change from David over the last few months that had drawn Megan to her newest friend and housemate, Adrian. He was carefree, passionate and had a wicked way with the ladies, as Miss Fuck-Fest in the adjoining room would obviously testify to. Megan began to question had she chose the right guy to settle down with.
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David and Megan had dated for three years, before Megan had moved in with David, a year previous. Their sex life had been good to average, although Megan would argue that a little more effort from David would be nice. Around the same time, Adrian, a work colleague of David's, had been looking for a place to rent, only for David to invite him to rent a room in the house.
At first, Megan had been against David's decision, arguing that she didn't want to share the house with anyone else but David, but David had explained that it made sense in the long run, what with sharing the bills and the general upkeep of the house, besides it was only a temporary measure for now...Megan had gave in, realising that David made sense.
In fact, against her initial doubts, Megan had grown quite fond of Adrian over the twelve months that had passed by. They had become close friends, perhaps closer than either would admit to, but they had a deep understanding of each other, two people who had an unspoken bond. Adrian had become an ally in little arguments Megan had with David in the house, he also cooked, cleaned and was pretty much the perfect housemate.
Things with David had really never been better, apart from the usual boring sex, until he had got his cursed promotion at work some four months earlier. As was the way in the cities financial world, it meant longer hours, meetings and entire days and weekends spent in other parts of the country, meaning less time for the lovers. When he was home, he was too tired to go out or spending his time with "work friends" playing golf, lunching and meeting contacts. It really had drove Megan to distraction. She was tired of being ignored, tired of spending some nights and weekends in bed alone and most of all, tired of not being sexually fulfilled.
Megan had begun to pleasure herself at every opportunity she had, whether she was taking a warm shower or watching weekend television, but it wasn't enough for a sexually alive woman. Having purchased a vibrator and used it until she was sore, it still wasn't the same as having a man ravish her entire body. Megan knew there was no substitute for a big, stiff, hard cock to play with.
Then, one weekend, when David had been away, she had spent the entire time with Adrian and had seen him in a whole different light. They had cooked together, talked and laughed over three or four bottles of wine, when Megan had initially felt the first urges of horniness towards him. Sitting closely, his arm would brush against her, they were looking into each others eyes as they talked and the atmosphere was getting more and more intimate. With the alcohol clouding her head, she had thought of Adrian sexually for the first time. How would he be in bed? Would we satisfy each other? What would he do, and me to him? She had felt the first shudders in her stomach, her insides constricting and tightening as her pussy began to dampen. Adrian, oblivious to Megan's rising lustiness had continued talking.
Nothing had happened between them that night, but Megan had rubbed herself silly in bed that night, knowing Adrian was only in the next room. She had wanted so badly to act on her drunken impulses, to go to him, to touch him, to feel him inside her, but in the end Megan let it pass her by.
She had thought about it since and on more than one occasion Megan had innocently flirted with Adrian. They were spending more and more time together and as a result, Megan knew it may only be a matter of time before something would be said or acted upon. What tore Megan up the most though, was the question of did Adrian ever think of her, in the same sexual way?
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