We'd had sex many many times before. 5 years and too many late night texts or phone calls- I learned way more about myself and what I liked than I ever could have with anyone else. But he got married and I respected that. That all changed one day when I received messages from both him and his wife to join them in bed. He viewed me as a "safe" choice when it came to their decision...and I came to find out she wanted to use it against me and him. She suspected things weren't as they seemed between us. Girls always know. But that's another story.
He texted me one Saturday afternoon, and whether it be fate or coincidence, my daughter was at my parents' house and my boyfriend was at work.
Whatcha doing
Just watching movies...whats up?
Bored. The kid napping?
She's at my parents.
Where's the hubby
We ain't married. Hes at work.
Want company?
I did. I hadn't been fucked right in months...it had been well over a year since he got married. I knew that by him coming over, we would be making a decision we both should regret. Should being the key word.
Sure. Come over.
15 minutes later, heart racing and nearly shaking I opened my door to him. White t-shirt and jeans, white hat on backwards- damnit, he knew how I felt about backwards hats. His green eyes could barely meet mine when he walked in and awkwardly hugged me. I'm sure he could feel my heart racing. He could always read me like a book, but this time, he didn't say a word. He'd never been in my house before, but made his way into the living room where I had been laying down on the couch, my pillow and blanket all askew from jumping off the couch so fast when the doorbell rang.
He sat down on one end of the couch, kicked his shoes off, rested one arm on the back of the couch, beckoning me to sit by him. Takes his hat off...runs his fingers through that short, soft brown hair I've nearly ripped out while clinging to him as he fucked me many many times before.
Shaking. No...can't sit next to him. I threw my pillow on the floor and sat on the other end of the couch, feet curled up under me.
Breathe...just breathe. Is he nervous? I can't tell. His cool confidence was a huge turn on to me. He asks
Why you all the way over there?
Because.
He laughed. Yep, he is nervous. I hear the shake in his laugh.
I only have an hour. That's usually not enough for you.
I can't look at him. I ignore his words, and stare intently at the tv, have no idea what was on.
Hey, c'mon, you said you wanted me to come over.
I look at him. Those damn green eyes. Then I look at his left hand. No ring. And honestly, I was relieved.
I did. But I'm not sure I can do this.
Do what?
Now it was my turn to laugh.
What do we always do when we are alone?
That smirk...I'm melting and he knows it.
Suddenly he grabs my legs and before I know it, I'm straddling his lap, his hands groping my ass. Sliding up my back under my shirt and I'm burying my face in his neck and my fingers going up to that soft brown hair.
No, no no no no no no. I jump off him.
You're married.
I know. Wheres your bedroom
Are you sure?
He stands up, the bulge in his jeans being meant as my response. I can't fight it anymore. I stand up, grab his hand and lead him to my bedroom. Shut the door behind us, and we stand at the side of the bed. We've never fucked in my bed before, it was new to both of us. He asks
What do you want
Biting my lip, I wrap my fingers around his belt loops.
I want these off.
Then take them off.
My hands are shaking so hard I can barely undo the button and zipper, but I manage, and rip his jeans and boxers to the floor. I take his cock in my mouth, as I've done many times before. My mouth was already good and wet waiting for this like always. Sucking his cock was enough to put me over the edge sometimes...hearing him moan, his hands controlling my head, telling me to suck his cock like a good little slut. No one else can call me that.
But I wanted more this time. If I'm going to hell, then I'm getting everything I want. 45 minutes may not be enough.
