Here comes chapter 2 of my favorite story. For all those who liked chapter 1, thank you for your support. I've tried to correct the criticism regarding the grammar and hope part 2 is more readable now.
Enjoy reading.
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POV Sabrina
With my heart pounding, I leave the car and slowly walk from the carport to our house. In the calm of the approaching night, I hear the clicking of my high heels, which is even more noticeable on the dark stone floor. After a few meters, I reached our house. With trembling hands, I open the front door and step into the spacious hallway. From the living room, I can hear the TV and know my husband is probably back with football fever. After taking off my shoes, I gently step into the large living room, at the end of which is a gray sofa on which my husband, lost in thought, looks at the television without registering me.
"Hey darling," I say when I'm only a few meters away from him.
"I wonder if he notices that I have dressed up a bit more today... maybe he even notices his wife enjoyed the dance and the attention of a much younger man... Sabrina, stay calm, nothing happened today. "In my head, the thoughts roll over.
"Hi," he says curtly without looking up.
A little offended and still lost in my thoughts, I sit down next to my husband, who finally looks up at me when he feels my presence.
"That went smoothly with your dancing; how is John? Has he had enough already?" He says with a short laugh before returning to the current League game. When I heard his words, I realized how angry I was because of them.
"Why do you think John wouldn't have fun dancing with me?" I ask with a huff.
"Oh, Sabrina, don't be like that right now. You could be his mother. You understand, and he's a young man. As a young man, you have other things on your mind," he says and tries to calm me down, but instead, it hurts me to hear that I am old and a young man might not be interested in me.
"So you say I'm old, and John doesn't feel like me?" I growl, get up, and stand before him with my arms crossed, being in his field of vision.
"Oh no, don't make such a drama... you know what I mean... and can you please walk away from the TV," he says, annoyed.
"Okay... I'm going to take a shower," I say in a huff and quickly leave the living room without another look at my uncomprehending husband.
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A few moments later, in the shower
I feel the wonderfully warm water flow over my body, and I slowly relax a little. The conversation with my husband is still on my mind.
"Am I already that old and unattractive?" I quietly ask myself, looking down at my shiny body from the water. My big, round breasts immediately fall on me; despite their size, they only hang down slightly but otherwise proudly protrude from my well-trained body. I slowly let my right hand run over my slim stomach, which is in good shape thanks to a lot of exercise and good nutrition. I enjoy my tender fingers touching my heated skin. I slowly let my hand slide higher until I felt one of my full breasts. I grip the flesh of my right breast tightly, which instantly sends a slight shiver of pleasure through my body.
"John would like that; the young men dream of such breasts." I hear a faint, devilish voice in my head, and involuntarily, I start to touch my already stiff, thick nipple. Another shiver of pleasure runs through me when I start playing with my sensitive nipple. My body, still agitated by the dance class, gives in to my shallow touches while I let my thoughts wander.
"What am I doing here? Why am I so excited?" asks a part of me as I unconsciously pamper the neglected left breast with my other hand.
"Ahhhhhh," escapes a slight moan from me as one shower of pleasure after the other runs through my aroused body.
"John likes you; didn't you feel his touch and his hard penis that pressed against your phenomenal body" Again, my growing devilish voice reports in me, and immediately I have to think of the hard penis that pressed against my body. As if by itself, my right-hand slides from my chest over my wet body until I reach the throbbing goal between my legs.
"Ahhhhhh god," I exclaim loudly as I stroke my hairless pussy and touch my protruding clit. Immediately I feel the heat emanating from the middle of my body, and I start to rub my clit quickly by myself.
"Oh, why does that feel so good? I can't get so excited from dancing with my son's best friend" The embarrassed thoughts in my head got weaker and weaker as I rubbed my clit faster and faster, and my reason was pushed further and further into the background. Suddenly, everything feels so right: the closeness to the attractive young man who desires me, the loving touch, and the attention I get.
"Ohhhhh damn," I moan loudly again when I finally push two fingers into the moist depth of my tight pussy, and a new shiver of pleasure takes hold of my trembling body.
"What if John would be here? Could we continue our dance together here in the shower without clothes? What if it wasn't my fingers that pamper me? How would be the feel of his hard, potent young cock?" says my inner devil to me and unintentionally brings me to a new level of excitement when I imagine how John takes me unprotected with his big hard cock, me the mother of his best friend.
"Fuck.... fuck.... ah..... yes...... oh John.... yes, take me," I moan into the roar of the shower while I finger myself more and more intensely and slowly, but indeed I feel an enormous orgasm approaching.
"He will give you what no one can give you.... he will give you love.... he will give you attention... he will give you orgasms.... Sabrina, let you go... maybe this potent young man will give you another child," whispers the soft, devilish voice in me while I plow through my pussy like a wild one and press my hard nipple so hard that it almost hurts.
"Damn, I am coming.... don't get pregnant, just don't.... ah God, John, make me happy... ah," I suddenly shout out loud as I am shaken by an enormously violent orgasm and sink to the ground with trembling knees while the warm water is still pattering down on my body. Breathing heavily, I sit for a few seconds while the orgasm slowly subsides. My guilty conscience breaks over me, and I suddenly feel tears in my eyes.
"What's wrong with me?" I ask myself, sobbing and crossing my arms in front of my face while the warm water is still pattering down on me and hot tears of guilt pour into my hands.
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The next morning