Sarah groaned as she turned over in bed. Dan's snoring was waking her up. She closed her eyes again and revelled in the warmth of Dan's body next to hers. His arm was draped over her, holding her closely. Protecting her. Not wanting to let her go.
She loved the way his naked body felt up against hers. It felt so intimate, so private. It just felt fulfilling. She loved that he subconsciously wanted to be close to her, even while sleeping. To feel her body against his.
But his snoring was extra loud today. She didn't like waking up before her alarm, especially on a workday. Sarah shifted in the bed and moved her butt back against Dan. That's when she felt his heavy, soft cock press into the back of her thigh.
Her eyes immediately snapped open, and she looked down at the arm draped over her. It was too dark to see it so she ran her hand over it. It felt thick and hairy. It wasn't toned like Dan's arm was.
Scooting to the side of the bed and wrestling the arm off her, Sarah sat up and looked down at the sleeping form next to her. She could tell by the faint shadowy outline and the labored snores that it wasn't Dan at all.
The previous night came flooding back to her. It was Lester.
Lester had fucked her in her own martial bed. Twice if she remembered correctly. Sarah racked her brain and tried to remember if he had worn a condom. He had said he had one. She put a hand to her crotch.
He had cum inside of her. It felt different down there than normal, and she remembered being too tired to get up and clean herself. She had slept all night with Lester's cum inside of her. Someone's cum other than her husband's.
Sarah grabbed her phone off the nightstand charger as quietly as possible and tiptoed into the bathroom. She closed the door before turning the lights on. There were several missed calls from Dan. Sarah felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She wanted to call and talk to him, tell him everything that had happened, but it was still early.
She would call him soon. She just needed to clean herself up first. She opened the glass door to the shower and started the water. The hot water hit her hand quickly, so Sarah stepped in and sat on the built-in granite bench to collect her thoughts.
What was she going to tell Dan? He knew it was likely that Lester would come to the house. He probably even knew how the night would end. But how would he react when he learned that Sarah had failed to uphold their one rule? That Lester had to keep his condom on?
She had thought he'd had one on. By the time she'd realized it, she'd gotten swept up in the incredible sensation of his bare cock, and she didn't want the feeling to end. She couldn't stop herself. She wanted to feel him and get fucked by his bare cock. It felt so much better than feeling the latex condom sliding in and out of her. She hated admitting to herself how much she had bent to Lester's will. She wasn't mad at him for being himself, she knew better. She was mad at herself for so easily submitting to the man. It scared her how easily she buckled for him. And yet, some small part of her was already anticipating their next encounter.
Sarah needed to clear her head. She'd get in contact with Dan and talk things through but for now she needed to get ready for work. There was still a crisis at hand that she needed to deal with. Letting the hot water run over her body, Sarah cleared her head and just focused on the sensation of the shower. How good it felt on her body.
The bliss she felt the previous night came back to the front of her mind. How her orgasms felt while she lay under Lester as he played her body like an instrument. The way his cock felt inside of her. How her body seemed to respond to him and the way he unlocked the most mind-shattering orgasms from her. She was thinking too much about sex. She could feel herself getting worked up, which was never good before a long day at work.
"Is there room in there for two?" Lester's voice broke her trance. She opened her eyes and saw Lester's odd-shaped naked body step into the shower beside her, closing the glass door behind him. She hadn't heard him come into the bathroom. She must have been too lost in her memories of the previous night. She blinked once, temporarily speechless from the interruption.
Sarah backed up into the back wall of the shower as her eyes scanned Lester. He was wearing that shit-eating grin of his. His hair looked thin and greasy, with an unkempt stubble roaming over his neck. His body was hairy, which was in stark contrast to her husband's maintained manscaping. Dan's toned body looked nothing like Lester's - his flabby arms and gut hanging from his torso. She still had trouble comprehending how she felt drawn to him or compelled to please him.
Her eyes darted down to Lester's cock, hanging between his legs. It wasn't limp like it had been a few minutes ago in the bed. Now it was beginning to rise and point itself towards her.
Lester reached down, grabbed Sarah's loofah from the wall, and squeezed some of her soap into it.
"Here, let me help you," He said, stepping up to her and running the loofah over her shoulder. Sarah felt her body shudder as Lester began gently running it over her skin. She wasn't recoiling. Her body felt immediately aroused by his attention. At the confidence of how assuredly he put his hands on her body.
"I..er..we should hurry. Need to get to the hospital and get going," Sarah said, finally making eye contact with Lester. She felt her knees get weak as she looked at the lust-filled expression on his face.
Lester didn't answer. Instead, he stepped close to the young wife, pushing his gut into her flat stomach. Sarah's breasts mashed against his flabby chest, giving Lester a great view. He lowered the loofah and began to clean the tops of her breasts as he ogled them.
"We have time," He smiled as his hips began to move back and forth in time with the loofah in his hands. Sarah could feel his cock growing, its head pushing against the top of her thighs.
"Time for what?" Sarah breathed. Knowing the answer. Knowing what Lester would want.
"Time to talk about last night," Lester said as his cock pressed against Sarah's wet pussy. She felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, "I feel like we reached a new level in our relationship."
"Relationship? What do you mean?" Sarah asked, breathing hard. Her breasts were moving in time with her breathing, pushing up against Lester's chest. Steam was beginning to fog up the shower's glass. She had forgotten to turn on the fan. It was getting hot in the shower. Sarah adjusted her feet for balance, causing Lester's cock to slide lasciviously against her pussy lips.
Lester leaned in and whispered, "You made love to me last night. Made love to your Chicago boyfriend."
Sarah shuddered again at hearing the words. Making love. That was something reserved for Dan, but she couldn't help but realize that was exactly what they had done last night. She and Lester didn't fuck that first time. They had made love. Together. Passionately. And the fact that he called himself her Chicago boyfriend. She wasn't sure how to react to that.
"And you took me with no condom," Lester whispered as he planted kisses on her earlobe.
"I thought," Sarah started, but he shifted his kisses down her neck, "I thought you had one on."
"But then you realized I didn't. And you didn't stop it. You wanted it. You loved how good it felt inside of you," Lester began to push himself against Sarah, nuzzling his cock against her crotch. Sarah needed to think, and she couldn't do that with Lester's cock pressing against her. He had her pinned against the shower wall. The only thing she could do was to get on her tippy toes to try and put distance between herself and Lester's cock.
That proved to be a mistake. She felt her one-foot slip against the water at the bottom of the shower. She reached out to catch herself but Lester was the only thing within reach. She gripped his arms and felt the head of his cock press against her entrance.
"Ohhhh," Sarah moaned, feeling his strong cock so close to her. She had to do something. To reestablish her control over Lester. She moved her hands to his flabby, hairy chest, "Sit down."
She tried to push him in the direction of the bench. Lester complied and sat down - his ugly face tracing every curve of her body. Sarah followed him down, and soon she was kneeling between his legs, the hot water hitting her back.
"You want to hear how much I enjoyed myself last night?" Sarah asked as she slowly began to play with Lester's cock. Maybe she could get him off quickly and then be on her way to work. As much as she wanted to feel his cock inside her, she was scared of becoming addicted to him. Lester nodded.
"I loved it," Sarah admitted quietly, "You felt amazing inside of me. So much better than with the condom on. I can't believe we made love last night."
Both of Sarah's hands were now working on Lester's shaft. He leaned back against the wall, his mouth hanging open as he intently stared down at her.
"Who did you make love to?" Lester said as his hips bucked off the bench, fucking Sarah's hands.
She lowered her head, extending her tongue, swirling it around the tip of his cock, "To my Chicago boyfriend." She met his eyes as she said it, making clear she meant what she'd said. She knew the phrase would get to him, but saying it out loud was adding to her growing arousal as well.
