Max Capacity One Cock One Slut

Entry 42

Hi guys!

So, I figured it was time to tell you about what I think was the best way to be welcomed back to town. Paris was fun. I mean, I told you almost everything that happened.

Almost...come on, you can't think I told you everything. A lady has to keep her secrets, but enough about that.

I decided it was time to get into shape a bit since I was back. A few of the feats I carried out in Paris, I imagine, were only because I was in Paris or maybe because of the passion.

Maybe because of the need or how desperate I was to please them, but some of those positions and some of those angles tested me. I'm feeling them now, so I did what any sensible person my age would do.

I went to the gym. Turns out that was the best decision I ever made because you would not believe the tall drink of sunshine I saw the moment I walked in.

God, he was amazing.

You know how easy it is for a woman to tell when a man is staring at her tits. Oh, he couldn't get his eyes off of them. It was very exciting to find myself being lusted after in that way. We didn't communicate at first, but I gave him a few messages with my eyes, and maybe I chose a few workout positions just so HE could get a better view of certain choice areas.

Eventually, he made the smart move and offered to help me. Turns out Mr hot and sexy is a trainer at the gym.

Just my luck, don't you think?

He did a very good job of leaning into me and trying to balance my weight, and he made me feel him in all the right places. I imagine we made a few people uncomfortable, but no one could see anything. It was all very exciting, felt very strange, and it was almost like fucking in front of people--which, of course, by now I've done a lot-- but with clothes on and with plausible deniability. It felt very...naughty.

Something about it was just so incredibly sexy.

We barely noticed when everyone else had left. Well, he barely noticed. I took great care in counting the seconds between each new person leaving the building. More time alone, I gave an excuse and went to get ready to leave, hovering so more people would leave the establishment.

You see, I knew the kind of guy he was; he just needed the right environment and the right push. I took one strap off my sports bra. I knew he needed the right incentive.

I want to ask you guys to imagine how it went from there, but I wouldn't leave you high and dry. God, I loved how good it tasted. There's something about the smell of a man who's putting work on his body, who's perspired ever so slightly.

Something about smooth skin and tired muscles just gives you that extra kick on the first taste. Of course, when it's way past your tongue and down the back of your throat, you forget about the taste, but you can't blame a girl for taking the time/

It was so good going down on him until his hands were like vice grips on my shoulders. I enjoyed the grimace on his face when he came. It was a bit too much (I wonder if he was pent up or that was just him)

I imagine he enjoyed the shock on my face when he thrust completely into me. I enjoyed the feel of him a lot more, that's for sure.

What can I say? I like what I like.

The gym was exactly what I needed it to be, if not what I expected it to be. I will probably be going back.

Until then.

Slutty Wife Anonymous.

Typing while walking was so much work I wondered how people did it. I had just sent my most recent entry when I bumped into someone on my way to an elevator.

I didn't hear a word of his apology.

He was gorgeous, drop-dead gorgeous. There was something about the waves in his hair, the wrinkle around his nose.

As I thought about these things, I let out a sigh. I could already tell you if I had bumped into him in any other situation besides the goddamn elevator...well, let's leave it at that.

Suddenly, he offered his hand to help me. It wasn't any trouble, so it was probably an excuse for physical contact. The knowledge sent a warm buzz through me as we made contact. Besides his piercing eyes holding my gaze, I got the feeling I was looking at what would probably be my next conquest.

The problem now was orchestrating how to get him to notice, how to tease out his darker side.

"Guess I'll have to let this one go," I murmured.

Suddenly, the elevator jolted, and I gasped, my grip tightening on the rail as we came to a sudden, jarring halt. The lights flickered ominously for a moment before stabilizing, casting an eerie glow over the small, claustrophobic space. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins. I glanced around, taking a quick inventory of my surroundings--my purse, my phone, and the man standing beside me.

Suddenly, I was looking at him.

He was tall, with dark hair that fell in disheveled waves over his forehead and a confident smirk that seemed out of place in this confined space. His eyes met mine, and there was something in them, a spark of interest that made my breath hitch. He looked younger than me, maybe in his mid-twenties, but there was an undeniable magnetism about him.

"Looks like we're stuck," he said, his voice smooth and casual, as if being trapped in an elevator was just another day at the office.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "Yeah, looks like it."

The silence that followed was heavy, charged with tension. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the proximity making the air in the elevator thick and almost suffocating. My mind raced, a whirlwind of emotions--fear, curiosity, and something darker, more primal. I'd always been the good girl, the one who played by the rules, but here, now, something inside me was breaking free.

"Name's Jake," he said, extending a hand.

I hesitated for a moment before reaching out to shake it. "Ashley."

His grip was firm, his fingers warm against my skin. There was something electric about the contact, a jolt that shot through me, igniting a fire deep within. As our hands parted, I felt a pang of regret, a longing to prolong the connection.

Jake leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "So, Ashley, what brings you to this neck of the woods?"

I forced a smile, trying to push away the uneasiness that had settled in my stomach. "Just visiting some friends in the complex. Heading back home now."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "And how long do you think we'll be stuck here?"

I pulled out my phone, only to find that the signal was weak, barely enough to load the emergency number. Frustrated, I gave up and pocketed it. "They said it could be an hour or more."

Jake's smirk widened, and there was a glint in his eye that sent a shiver down my spine. "Well, guess we have plenty of time to get acquainted then."

His tone was playful, but there was something beneath it, something deeper, that made my pulse quicken. I could feel the walls closing in, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. But instead of feeling trapped, I felt invigorated, alive. This was dangerous, forbidden, and yet... intoxicating.

"What do you do, Jake?" I asked, breaking the silence, desperate to keep the conversation going to stave off the growing tension.

He shrugged, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "This and that. I work in marketing. You?"

"I'm a teacher," I lied, my voice steadier than I felt. "High school English."

Jake's eyebrows shot up, a look of genuine surprise crossing his face. "No kidding? That must be rewarding."

I laughed softly, the sound hollow in the small space. "Sometimes. It has its moments."

As we talked, the awkwardness began to melt away, replaced by a strange camaraderie. We exchanged stories and shared bits of our lives, and somehow, despite the circumstances, the mood lightened. But beneath the surface, the tension simmered, ever-present, waiting to erupt.

Suddenly, Jake shifted closer, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that took my breath away. "You know, Ashley, I can't help but feel like there's something more to this ride."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "What do you mean?"

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I mean, what if this wasn't just bad luck? What if this was fate? Giving us a chance to explore something real, something raw."

My breath caught in my throat, his words sending a thrill through me. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He smirked again, a wicked glint in his eye. "Come on, Ashley. Don't play coy. I saw the way you were looking at me when we got stuck. You're curious, aren't you? About what could happen between us?"

I shook my head, my voice trembling slightly. "We're stuck in an elevator, Jake. This is insane."

He chuckled, stepping even closer until there was barely any space between us. "Maybe it is. Maybe it's exactly what we both need."

His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. I could feel the heat from his body, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. My breath came in shallow gasps, my resolve crumbling under the weight of his proximity.

"What if someone sees?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Jake's smirk turned into a full-blown grin. "Then let them watch. Isn't that part of the thrill?"

Before I could respond, he reached out, his fingers brushing against my arm, sending a shockwave of sensation through me. I shuddered, my body responding instinctively to his touch.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaky, my resolve wavering.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I'm giving you what you want, Ashley. What you've been craving for so long."

His lips brushed against my neck, sending a rush of warmth through me. I gasped, my knees weakening as his hands found their way to my waist, pulling me flush against him.

"Do you want this?" he murmured, his voice husky, full of promise.

I couldn't deny it. I couldn't lie to myself any longer. The years of repression, of playing the perfect wife, the perfect mother, all melted away, leaving behind a thirst I couldn't quench, a hunger I couldn't ignore.

"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

His lips found mine, claiming them with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubt. My arms slid around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kissed him back with a desperation that surprised even me.

His hands roamed over my back, slipping beneath the fabric of my blouse to press against my skin, his touch electrifying. I gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment as his fingers found the clasp of my bra, deftly undoing it.

"Take it off," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.

My hands trembled as I obeyed, lifting the blouse over my head and tossing it aside. My bra followed, discarded carelessly as his hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs grazing my nipples, already hard with anticipation.

I moaned, arching into his touch, seeking more, needing more. "Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire.

Jake grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "Tell me what you want, Ashley."

I hesitated for a moment, my pride warring with my need. But then I surrendered, letting go of the last remnants of control. "I want you," I confessed, my voice shaky but resolute. "I want you to make me forget everything else, just for this moment."

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head against the wall of the elevator. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough with desire.

"I want you," I repeated, my voice stronger this time.

He growled a low, primal sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Good girl," he praised, his lips descending to capture mine once more.

Our kiss was frantic and hungry, with every touch driving us closer to the edge. His tongue thrust into my mouth, exploring every inch, while his hands moved lower, tugging at my skirt until it pooled at my feet, leaving me bare save for my panties.

He groaned against my lips, his arousal evident as his hardness pressed against my thigh. "God, you're beautiful," he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

I gasped as his hand slid beneath the fabric of my panties, his fingers teasing my entrance, slick with anticipation. "Jake, please," I whimpered, my body trembling with need.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he gazed down at me. "Beg for it," he commanded, his voice gruff.

My pride shattered, leaving only the raw ache of my need. "Please, Jake. Please, make me yours."

His fingers plunged into me, and I cried out, my head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed over me. "That's it, baby," he crooned, his fingers moving with expert precision. "Let go for me."

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice cutting through my haze of pleasure.

I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he groaned, his fingers thrusting harder into me.

I couldn't hold back anymore, the pleasure building to a crescendo. "Jake, I'm close," I panted, my body trembling with impending release.

"Come for me, Ashley," he urged, his voice laced with authority. "Let it take you."

With one final, powerful thrust of his fingers, I shattered, my body convulsing in orgasm as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. "Jake!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the confined space of the elevator.

He didn't stop, his fingers relentless as he continued to bring me closer to the edge, again and again. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "Show me how much you want this."

I couldn't resist, my body thrumming with the force of my climax. "Jake, please," I begged, my voice hoarse with need.

He finally withdrew his fingers, leaving me panting and wrung out, my body quivering with residual pleasure. "Not done with you yet, sweetheart," he said, his voice dark and full of promise.

Before I could catch my breath, he lifted me, positioning me against the wall of the elevator. "Wrap your legs around me," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

I did as he said, my legs wrapping around his hips as he guided himself to my entrance. "Ready for more?" he asked, his voice dripping with anticipation.

I nodded, my body burning with need. "Yes, Jake. Please."

With one swift motion, he thrust into me, and I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me completely. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his hips beginning to move, slow and deliberate.

"Harder," I pleaded, my voice breaking with need.

He obliged, picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, more demanding. "That's it, baby," he growled, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me with relentless force.

I clung to him, my body riding the waves of pleasure as he took me, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. "Jake, I'm gonna come again," I warned, my voice trembling with anticipation.

He grunted, his rhythm never faltering. "Then come for me, Ashley. Let me see you fall apart again."

With one final, powerful thrust, I shattered, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. "Jake!

I could feel Jake's hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he slammed into me with relentless intensity. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the small space, bouncing off the metal walls of the elevator in a symphony of primal desire. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, my body trembling with each impact.

"Fuck, Ashley, you feel so good," Jake grunted, his voice thick with lust. His breath was hot against my neck, his sweat mingling with mine as he continued to pound into me. I could feel his cock hitting deep inside me, rubbing against that sweet spot that made my toes curl and my back arch.

I moaned loudly, the sound echoing around us, filling the confined space with my wanton need. My nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I was lost in the sensation, in the raw, animalistic need that had overtaken both of us. There was no thought, no hesitation--just pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Jake reached around, his hand sliding between us to find my clit. He flicked it with his thumb, hard and fast, sending sparks of electricity shooting through me. My hips jerked involuntarily, meeting his thrusts with an urgency that matched his own. I could feel the pressure building inside me, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every movement.

"Yes, yes, just like that," I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, the familiar tingle of my orgasm creeping closer. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

Jake growled in response, his grip on my hips tightening even more as he redoubled his efforts. He was relentless, driving into me with a fury that left me breathless. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, the head swelling as he neared his own release.

The smell of sex filled the air, heavy and intoxicating. It was a mix of our sweat, our arousal, and something else--something primal and wild. I could taste the saltiness of Jake's skin on my tongue, the tang of our combined juices coating my lips. The sounds of our mingled breaths, our cries of pleasure, all-consuming, drowning out everything else.

I could feel myself teetering on the edge, the precipice of my climax looming just ahead. My body was shaking, my muscles tense and quivering with anticipation. I needed to come. I needed to release the pent-up tension that had been building for what felt like hours.

"Jake, I'm going to... I'm going to..." I panted, my words trailing off as my orgasm barreled toward me like a freight train.

"Come for me, Ashley," Jake whispered hotly in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "Let go, let it all out."

With one final thrust, I shattered. My entire body convulsed, a cacophony of sensations overwhelming me completely. I screamed his name, my voice raw and desperate, as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. My pussy clenched tightly around his cock, milking him for every last drop of pleasure.

Jake followed me over the edge, his thrusts becoming labored as he poured himself into me. I could feel his hot cum spurting deep inside, filling me up, marking me as his. We rode out our orgasms together, our bodies trembling and twitching with the force of it.

When the tremors finally began to subside, we collapsed against each other, our chests heaving as we struggled to catch our breath. Jake's arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we recovered from the intense encounter.

"God, that was incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against the top of my head.

I nodded, too exhausted to speak. Every inch of me was throbbing with the aftershocks of our shared climax. I could still feel his cum leaking out of me, warm and sticky, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to stay right where I was, wrapped in his arms, letting the silence of the elevator envelop us.

But as the haze of our passion began to lift, reality started to creep back in. We were still trapped in this elevator, still being watched by who knows how many security cameras. The thrill of being exposed, of knowing that someone might be watching us, sent another shiver down my spine.

"We should probably get dressed," I said quietly, my voice shaky.

Jake sighed, reluctantly releasing me from his embrace. He reached for his pants, pulling them on with a groan of discomfort. I did the same, my movements slow and deliberate as I tugged my clothes back into place.

As I buttoned my blouse, I couldn't help but glance up at the security camera in the corner of the elevator. Our every move had been captured and recorded for some unseen voyeur to enjoy. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through me, my nipples hardening at the idea of being watched, of being desired by someone else.