A story about cheating. Please don't read if this may offend.
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He could not believe his insane luck. Sheer luck was all it came down to, of that he was certain. A few hours ago he was just a regular married man, enjoying a rare night out with the boys. Now, here he was, his aching balls deep in a stunning brunette, trying desperately not to blow his load in her prematurely.
He wanted the moment to last forever. He cared about nothing else in the world in that blissful moment.
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It had started as a regular night out. It was his monthly night out with his mates, a group of eight guys he'd known for years. Five of them were married, himself included, one in a relationship and two single.
A few beers down at the first pub. A few more. Some harmless flirting with a couple of cute girls who stroked their middle-aged drunken egos. A couple more pints.
He had noticed a gorgeous brunette girl earlier in the night. She was hot, a natural beauty. She was with a few friends, two which started chatting to the single guys in his group. She hung back slightly, allowing her friends the space to talk to his mates. He caught her eye. They started chatting.
They all started getting quite drunk. He found himself separated from the group with this gorgeous girl. They were drifting further from their friends as their conversation got closer, more intimate. She knew he was married. It didn't seem to deter her from getting quite close to him. The sexual chemistry was intensifying and, before he knew what was happening, she had lightly kissed his mouth and whispered to him.
Those magic words whispered in his ear. "I want you to fuck me tonight."
The words that made him forget all morals and spoke directly to his cock.
"Forget everything. You need to fuck this beauty."
So there they were. After a ten minute taxi ride in which he switched his mobile phone off and they began to drunkenly grope each other, they had reached her apartment. They made their way to her door, with a bit of difficulty; they struggled to keep their hands off each other, exploring, kissing... they entered her front door, her with her skirt almost around her waist and him with a very obvious raging erection.
As soon as she was down to her bra and cute lacy knickers, he pushed the fabric aside and buried his fingers inside her again. She leaned back against the front door, eyes closed, biting her lip and bucking her hips against his hand.
"You are incredible," he said, his voice a throaty growl. He gazed over her incredible body. Never before had he been so intensely attracted to a woman. He wanted to fuck her and please her and make her cum, and cum in her, and do it all over again.
"Your wife is a lucky woman," she purred, opening her eyes and staring at him with what he could only interpret as pure, raw, animalistic lust.
"We don't fuck all that often" he found himself saying, three knuckles deep in her clenching cunt. Her hips bucked faster at this. Her chest heaved, her brilliant tits slicked slightly with sweat. She seemed to respond to mentions of his wife with increased horniness.
"Mmmmm," she hummed in response. She clearly had no reservations about fucking a taken man.
His head was swimming now. Part drunkenness. Part lust and horniness. And a small part his conscience growling at him. Telling him to back out now.
His cock won out easily. She was kneeling now, wrapping her lips around the top of his dick. Her tongue flicked over and around the head and he felt a gentle sucking sensation. She gazed up at him, locking with his eyes, and slowly started to swallow his length. He groaned and stumbled sideways slightly. Her mouth clung around his cock. Her hands were now involved. He put a hand on the hallstand to steady himself, brace himself as she worshipped his manhood. He clenched his teeth as he tried intensely hard not to burst his cum down her eager throat. He gripped the edge of the hallstand and growled a string of expletives.
She was enjoying this as much as he was. Her loud moans vibrated around his shaft, sending him even further insane with lust. He noticed her fingers sliding to her pussy. She was slurping hungrily over him, taking in as much as she physically was able to. She was touching herself now, her hand moving indicated to him that she was playing with herself as she engulfed his saliva-slicked dick.
He knew he had a massive cock. He wasn't at all arrogant about it though. It was just a fact. He first knew he was larger than average when he was a young teen in the school sport lockers. His mates joked about it. But he had this happy fact confirmed when he started fucking girls at fifteen. Some would respond to his cock with nervousness and apprehension. Some would pounce on him desperately in an apparent quest to take on its full length. In his university years he quickly gained a lot of popularity with the females and enjoyed a heavily sexually active life. In his late twenties he met his wife and hadn't fucked another pussy in twelve years.
He had forgotten that look of unrestrained lust. He was reminded of how females used to respond to his cock, the sheer excitement. The hunger. The expression on their faces when he penetrated them for the first time. The expression of pain mixed with rising ecstasy as they grew somewhat accustomed to his meat.
He watched her at work on his cock. She was a pro at whatever the fuck she was doing. He felt dizzy and horny and...
"Get up," he grunted. She stood up quickly. She knew he wasn't able to wait any longer. She grabbed his hand and started leading him down the hallway. He followed, cock pointing outwards, his gaze on her tight lace-covered, swaying ass. Before they could reach her intended destination, he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back on him.
She gasped in surprise but responded quickly. She reached out and planted her hands firmly against the adjacent wall. He ripped her panties to her ankles and pushed her thighs apart further. She steadied herself, ready for the exciting inevitable. She wiggled her ass at him, teasingly and he slapped it playfully. She bent further forward, bracing herself. She looked over her shoulder at him and mouthed, "fuck me".
He aimed the head of his throbbing cock at the opening of her pussy. She was sobbing in anticipation, bucking back on him. He gripped her hips tightly to stop her moving and she cried out in frustration.
He started to ease his dick inside her. His head started spinning again, as pleasure shot through his body. He took a long, deep breath in attempt to prepare himself.
She let out a wail of obvious pleasure. Her head swung from side to side as he slowly inched himself in, deeper and slowly deeper inside her amazingly tight, wet cunt. He could barely breathe as he felt her pussy muscles contract around his thick shaft.
Breathe, you idiot, he told himself. You can't screw this up. Make it last!
He tried to calm himself as much as possible.
