I stood outside Vincent's door, nervous yet excited. I was here for a fuck, nothing else, just a straightforward fuck. We had been exchanging dirty texts, and I mean pure filth, for a couple of months. It had become unbearable. I was so horny, it was hurting!
I was in a sexless marriage and could no longer give myself the pleasure I needed. I longed to feel a man's weight pushing down on me. I needed to feel his breath on my neck and his hands on me. Vincent was the man to do it. Never in a month of Sundays did I think he was at all interested. I was pleasantly surprised when he revealed that he had craved me for over a year.
What started out as a friendly exchange and a little flirty banter, turned into graphic descriptions of what we would do to each other. We often sent them while we worked. He told me that he wanted to taste me now, or take me into a meeting room and fuck me. I'd describe what I would do if I were to crawl under his desk.
We only sat a few feet apart in our mundane office jobs, so were able to see each other's reaction. It was hell for me. But it was fine for him, since he could just walk off to the bathroom and take care of himself, often sending me pictures halfway through. I had to sit there squirming in my seat until I got home.
We had initially agreed that no cheating would take place. This was just to be a little sexting fun. I was not going to betray my husband, and he did not want to cheat on his fiancée. But, just like mine, his relationship was virtually sex free and dull. This had to be done: I had to fuck Vincent.
My hand trembled slightly as I knocked. I heard the lock turn and the door open. There he stood, barefoot in a pair of jeans and a tight white t-shirt. I instantly felt a pulsing down below. The scum bag! He knew what those t-shirts did to me! They fit perfectly around his amazing, strong arms, biceps straining, his shoulders, his chest. His short, thick black hair was messed up as if he had been sleeping, but it was so sexy. His dark brown eyes penetrated straight through mine.
He whispered, "Hi." He sounded nervous, too.
I smiled shyly, walked in and closed the door behind me. We stood there without speaking for what seemed like an eternity.
Suddenly our lips were pushing hard against each other. Tongues eagerly exploring each other's mouths. My hand pulled at his hair, bringing him closer to me, as I tasted him. He worked at the buttons on my coat, trying desperately to get it off me. My coat fell to the ground. He continued to grasp at me, but there was nothing to grasp. I had decided that today, clothes were a waste of time, so I had on my best set: black silk with ivory lace, black Cuban heel stockings, suspenders and my work shoes he had often mentioned. He stopped kissing me.
"What the ..?" he sounded confused. Then he noticed. "Fuck!" he gasped.
His lips were on me again in a flash. His tongue flicked at mine, claiming me. My lips hurt, but in a euphoric, sexual way. Without warning he grabbed my ass and lifted me up.
I threw my legs around his waist to balance myself, and he pushed me against the wall, his hips pinning me, his erection pressing hard against me. He started kissing my neck. That sent signals directly to my throbbing cunt. I was getting so wet. I tilted my head back and gasped for breath. This felt better than I had ever imagined.
He ran his kisses down my neck and shoulders before stopping in between my breasts, slowly kissing and licking, first left and then back to the right. He bit my right nipple through the material of my bra. Another bolt shot between my legs, which caused me to moan loudly. Then he slowly began to walk. He pushed me against a door to open it, and I realized that we were in the bedroom.
Without breaking the kiss, he put me on my back on the bed. He grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands above my head into the bed. I had to get his jeans off. I pulled away from the kiss, and that made him back off. I released one of my hands and pushed him back. He was now kneeling in front of me. My face was directly in line with what I wanted. I could see it straining against the material of his jeans. I pulled at his button fly. It felt like Christmas!
I could see a flash of his white boxers. I looked up and he was staring at me, desperate to be released. With a final tug the jeans fell down to his knees. I could almost make out all the details of his cock through the taut material. In one swift move he kicked his jeans off, and jumped on top of me. Now I could feel every inch of him pressed against my thigh. He was so hard.
Again he was back at my neck. He pulled my hair with his left hand and his right hand was on my hip. Slowly he slid it over my stomach. I felt his other hand moving and his fingers touching my bra. Gently he pushed a finger under the material, followed by another, until his entire hand was in my bra. My nipples immediately elongated and got harder. His touch was gentle, slow and teasing. It felt so good.
