Chapter 3: Crimes of Passion
With that Jason emerged from the closet and gently pushed her shoulders to make her fall backward onto the bed.
"Ooohh, please don't hurt me; I'll give you whatever you want" she said trying not to laugh.
Jason paused for a moment to take her in, she was so beautiful, hair wildly splayed around her on the bed. He removed the remainder of his clothing, walked around to her side and grabbed her hands, clapped the shiny cuffs on, and slammed them down on the bed above her head. "Mmmmnn kinky, those are cold! So I guess you're gonna take what you want Stranger."
He started to run his fingers slowly up and down her chest and stomach and her breathing started to become more erratic. He began lightly kissing her stomach and then licked his way up to her breasts, taking one into his mouth while massaging the other.
'Wow his face is really smooth today and his hands seem smoother and...bigger?' she though to herself as she groaned out loud. It was probably due to the whole "Stranger" thing she thought and was really into it.
He started to turn his attention to her nether region and when he felt how wet she was, he felt his cock twitching. His silence was killing him because he was extremely turned on by how vocal she was. He pushed the undies to one side and gently started to slide his fingers up and down her smooth, wet slit.
'Holy shit, she waxes' he thought to himself, feeling his cock stiffen even more. He paused again, extremely turned on by the vision writhing on the bed beneath him.
He was surprised that she was that same honey brown all over, even down to the tips of her lips, which bloomed into the hottest shade of pink he'd ever seen.
He wanted to tell her that he wasn't her husband, that he wasn't a stranger...that he loved her. He loved her? Of course he did, he fell for her as soon as he saw her. He wanted to believe it was just physical attraction, had she not been married, he would've gotten it out of his system months ago.
His plan to get her had backfired and he'd dug himself in too deep, there was no turning back for either of them. He had to have her, but he wanted her to know it was him, to want him just as much: but not yet, soon.
"Mmmmnnnhh" she groaned aloud, breathing heavily, breasts heaving.
He untied and removed her top and then proceeded to pull off the hot shorts he'd bought just for that perfect, round ass he'd been lusting after for months. She was so wet, they left a trail down her legs, and after he'd gotten them off, he started at her ankle and slowly cleaned the trail with his tongue.
"Oh my god, don't stop, I want you so bad!"
He grabbed her by the thighs and forcefully pulled her closer; he slowly licked her wetness, from ass to clit. Nigha let out a guttural moan and started to reach down to grab his head. Jason caught her hands and pushed them away.
"Oh, don't want to break the rules...please don't stop, please don't...uuugghhh" she let out another moan and he thought he would explode. He started to slow his pace, savoring the taste of her, enjoying her wanting him to finish her off.
Nigha's thoughts began to wander: who could this stranger be? Since she was enveloped in this fantasy, she let it take over her and starting thinking of Brett actually being a stranger.
The thought of being with someone other than her husband had always excited her, but she was too faithful and valued their marriage too much to act on it. There were times she had let her mind wander while they made love, about Brett being someone else. So who would he be this time?
As he rubbed his hands all over her she thought of Jason, her sexy new friend from work. She'd always thought Jason was really hot, and never forgot what he whispered in her ear when they first met; how his hard cock rubbing against her when they danced made her wet.
'If I were a single woman I'd fuck his brains out' she thought to herself. Jason would be her "Stranger" tonight. He would be the first man, outside of intangible celebrities, that she'd let creep into her thoughts.
Jason was perfect; tall, funny, gorgeous, cut, and perpetually tanned. Seeing him in his tank top that clung to his well muscled chest, those big strong arms, the way his hair wasn't cut in the stuffy executive style, but in a shaggy, layered cut that suited him, and that tight ass; she felt like she was in high school again.
He's assumed the role of the hot friend that she valued too much to fuck, but always wanted to tear the clothes off of when they were alone. But what was the harm in giving in to an unspoken fantasy?
Jason continued his assault, licking, blowing, and nibbling her swollen clit and lips, sliding fingers in and out of her pussy. Nigha thought she would explode; the sensation was pushing her to the edge. Then, he took one of his fingers, glistening with her juices, and started to push at her asshole.
"Mmmmmnnn, ooooohhh" she groaned aloud.
With a little work, he pushed it into her forbidden entry and started pumping his fingers in and out while thrusting his tongue into her pussy.
'Brett's really into this whole stranger thing too, he's so different tonight' she thought.
He noticed that she was getting wetter, hotter, and louder; moving her hips in time with his movements, which in turn made him hotter. All of his 10 inches were fully erect and he knew that it was bigger than it had ever been before.
Never in his life had he gone to such extreme measures to get a woman, but he couldn't go on without feeling her, all of her. He hated what his desire had made him become, but he couldn't help himself. He knew she was close and he longed to let her know that she was about to cum for him, but that would come soon enough.
"Aahh, aahh, aahh, oooohhhh, ooohh....Jaaason" she screamed out as she came, not realizing that she'd taken her fantasy a little too far, but Brett didn't seem to mind because he just kept going and she kept cumming.
Hearing her scream his name made Jason instinctively start stroking his painfully hard cock: did she know it was him all along?
As she started to come down, she once again forgot the rules and took hold of the back of her husband's head, but immediately noticed that something was off. This wasn't Brett, it was a stranger.
She'd played along thinking that it was her husband, but it wasn't. She felt sick, but strangely aroused at the same time. It had been 15 years since another man had touched her and made her feel like that, and she had vowed that Brett would be her one and only. She wondered what she would do now.
Jason knew immediately that she'd been caught up and hadn't realized it was him after all. He still couldn't stop himself. Then she felt the hands on her again and found something familiar in their touch.
Not knowing exactly what to do or how to feel, she just lay there trembling, half from fear, the other half from her orgasm. She felt him climb on top of her, between her still open thighs, and rest some of his weight on her.
'Oh shit, he's a big guy' she thought to herself, she could feel how hard and ripped his body was as he lay on top of her, and she noticed that she'd smelled his cologne before. He slowly began kissing her neck, her chin, and then he softly kissed her closed mouth. His lips were so soft, and he didn't seem to want to do her physical harm. Lost in the fantasy again, she opened her mouth to accept his tongue and was extremely turned on by his skill.
"I've wanted you for so long, your taste matches your sweetness" he said to her in a soft voice, and she was immediately snapped back to reality. She knew his voice, she knew him.
He lifted the mask from her eyes, and it took a moment for them to adjust to the light. She blinked a few times to regain her vision. The stormy, crystal blue eyes she'd expected to see; but hoped wouldn't be the ones to stare back at her, were indeed there.
"Jason, oh my God no, what have you done?" She was in shock as she looked into his eyes as tears welled up in hers.
"How did you...how could you...why would you do this to me? I trusted you!"
