It was just a lunch date between old friends. Some harmless flirting, nothing more. Who could have known that sizzling beef and chicken would lead to sizzling flesh of another sort.
I only wanted to flirt a little. We've been married for quite some time; although he's been married for a few years longer than I have. He and I were friends before either of us met our spouses. I didn't want to jeopardize the friendship by over-stepping my bounds. I asked him, "How in appropriate can the conversation get before you send me away?"
"Honey, that line is drawn in sand, it can be washed away." He had a glint in his eye when he said it. I blushed. I didn't believe the line to be breakable, but I had every intention of bending it.
After lunch, we sat in the car flirting with an invisible line; a line that was incredibly powerful. It made me want him, but afraid to even touch his leg. I could feel the desire rising in me like a fire. The lust was overwhelming. I looked at him with lust in my eyes. His eyes seemed to dare me to make a move. I accepted that dare.
I suggested we go somewhere with a little more privacy, so we drove around town, trying to find the perfect place. But I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted him. I needed to feel his touch. I decided to show him my desire.
I unbuttoned my pants and began to finger my pussy. My other hand busy squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. They were so hard, my pussy so wet. Faster and faster, I fingered my clit. Within seconds, I was throwing my head back, the orgasm taking over, and screaming, "I'm cumming, oh god." I grabbed his thigh and rode the waves. He was in shock, for a minute. Then he parked at a motel, got a room, and dragged me into it.
By the time the door was closed and locked, I was naked and on my knees in front of him.
"I've waited so long for this," I said. "Please, let me suck your cock." But before I could even finish speaking, his pants were down and he was shoving his cock down my throat. I had my second orgasm sucking it. I was so hungry for it. I needed it, and it felt so good going down. He grabbed my hair and face-fucked me for about 10 minutes then pulled out and shot his hot cum on my face and tits. I cleaned myself up, and licked his cum from my own nipples. He shoved me onto my back and proceeded to lick my clit. "Your pussy is so wet and sweet. I can't wait to get my dick in it." But he did wait. Riding his tongue, his finger in my ass, I had orgasm after orgasm. I lost count and began to slip into unconsciousness. His tongue lashing finally eased, turning into gentle kisses, moving out to my thighs, up my stomach, finally reaching my face.
We kissed for the first time, each of us tasting ourselves on our partner's lips. The smell of our desire hung in the room like a heavy perfume and we drifted off, wrapped up in each other's arms. About 30 minutes later, I woke up and saw him lying next to me; a dream come true. Grabbing my phone, I got out of bed, made a secret call and got back under the covers before he woke up. I was determined to enjoy each minute with my fantasy. I kissed his face, down his neck, across his chest, all the while rubbing his legs. Lower in the bed, I couldn't resist tasting his cock again. I began licking the head, running my tongue all around. He twitched a little and I knew my activities were being appreciated. His cock growing hard in my mouth, I began to suck harder, taking as much of it in m my mouth as I could. He began to moan, begging me to take him all in. When I did, he begged me to stop. "I've tasted your pussy, now I want to fill it."