Urges

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Leila stared out the window observing the pink-yellow hue of the sky and the passing tree line. She briefly glanced over at Yuri who was toggling with the radio.

She twirled her wedding ring around her finger as she usually does when she's deep in thought.

"You okay, Leila?"

The sound of Yuri's voice pulled her from her thoughts.

"Um-yeah, I'm fine." She chuckled lightly, "Sorry, I don't know where my head's at tonight."

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked with a genuine look of concern on his face.

Leila felt a warm sensation spread throughout her chest. Maybe she had one too many shots of tequila. She spent the majority of the day fighting her urges. As much as she enjoyed spending time with Yuri, she could tell her feelings for him were growing.

"Yuri..." Leila started, unable to look up from her fidgeting hands. She could feel his dark brown eyes observing her. "I don't think we should keep spending time together like this."

"Wait, why?" Yuri asked slightly exasperated, "Did-I do something wrong?"

"No, Yuri." Leila sighed, "You didn't do anything wrong. It's me. I just can't spend time with you like this."

Yuri pulled his truck off to the side of the road and put it in park.

"Leila look at me." He said sweetly. Leila felt the warm sensation in her chest move down to her stomach. She couldn't look at him.

"Leila-" she saw him reach out to touch her arm, and she jerked away. Yuri reeled back looking slightly hurt.

"Yuri", Leila started, "You're a great guy", she looked up at him and saw how hurt and confused he looked. She looked away again, "Spending time with you these past few weeks has been amazing. I haven't had this much fun in years..."

"Then why end it? I'm having a great time with you, and Franco told me to keep you company while he's gone."

Leila took a deep breath and briefly pinched her temple.

"Because I'm attracted to you."

Yuri was silent. Leila's heart beat feverously in her chest. She looked at Yuri who was now staring out at the road. Leila fidgeted with her ring some more as she continued.

"It's been...difficult to spend time with you lately because I...can't stop thinking about..."

"About what?" he asked, turning to look at her.

"...about fucking you." She finished. This time not breaking eye contact. She suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her feet like she wanted to run away.

Yuri gripped the steering wheel with both hands and sighed. He shook his head and smiled.

"Yeah, I'm done pretending. I feel the same way." He responded.

"I love my husband", Leila started, "and I know you two are friends. I don't want to ruin my family over this. It's just hard to keep being around you with these...urges."

The car was silent again.

"I have an idea", Yuri said perking up. "Let's talk it out, get everything out in the open, and maybe that will relieve the tension."

"Um, o-okay?", Leila agreed hesistantly. "Ugh", she shook her head and tried to laugh the nerves away. She looked over at Yuri who was intently staring at her. "What?"

"Well", he shrugged, "now that we're going to be honest and open...I think you look so sexy tonight."

"That was intentional," Leila laughed. "I don't know why I was trying to impress you subconsciously or something?" They both started laughing. "I mean look at this outfit. Franco would be pissed, but it feels nice to get dressed up sometimes."

"I want to take that dress off and fuck you in the backseat", Yuri said boldly.

Leila felt the warm sensation in her stomach and the tingling sensation in her feet meet in the middle.

"It's-ugh, really hot to hear you talk like that, you know. You're so sweet and lovable, but hearing you talk that way makes me...want to get fucked by you."

The car fell silent again. The two stared at each other longingly.

"Tell me about your urges, Leila", Yuri asked breaking the silence, "I want to know what's been going through your mind all day."

Leila considered her response briefly to convince herself that this was an okay and healthy conversation, that it would help her get over this stupid crush and continue with her life like before.

"Well...I think about um," she laughed nervously, "I think about sucking your cock pretty much every day."

"Whoa, you skipped right over kissing", he joked.

"I know, I know", she laughed, "I just imagine...", she looked away ashamed of what she was about to say, "getting on my knees and just sucking you off. I-I want to kiss your dick and swirl my tongue around the most sensitive part while I stoke you. I want to deep throat you and feel myself gagging on your cock and then using the saliva from deep throating you to stoke you more. I want to look up and see you loving what I'm doing. Telling me-I'm...I'm a good girl and to not stop."

Yuri was silent. After a few moments passed, Leila looked over at him. Yuri looked visibly uncomfortable.

"Yuri, I'll stop. Just take me home."

"No." he paused, "it's not that", he laughed, "I'm just really fucking hard right now, and it's getting kinda tight. I don't want to offend you but, it's getting uncomfortable for my dick."

"Oh..." she paused, "What can be done about that?

"I could take it out."

"Yuri-"

"No, I don't want to you to do anything to it-well that's a lie. You don't have to do anything to it, I just want to take it out and..." he said, "I want to stroke it and have you watch."

"Is that cheating?" Leila questioned. "What about your wife?"

"Leila, I don't really know what else to say. I mean we're not touching each other or kissing, so is it cheating really?"

"I don't think either of our spouses would be happy to know we're doing this, to be honest, but-maybe it's like porn? Porn isn't cheating-or if it is I've been cheating my entire marriage." She joked.

Yuri laughed, "Yeah, it'll be like watching porn." He smiled and winked at Leila before rolling his seat back and reclining. "Do you want to take it out?"

"No touching."

"Oh, right, sorry." He unfastened his jeans.

Leila stared at his crotch relentlessly. There was a sizeable bulge. The curiosity was killing her. She wanted to lean over the seat to get a better look, but she kept her distance. Yuri pulled down his zipper and reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock.

"Fuck, that feels better", he sighed, his cock tasting freedom. He looked over at Leila, her eyes were the size of dinner plates. "Leila?"

"Nice cock, Yuri", she looked at him and they burst out in laughter.

"No, but really", Leila said wiping a tear from her eye, "It's a great looking cock. What are you like 7 inches?"

"Eh-7 and a half", he smirked, "Bigger than Franco?"

"Yes", she nodded, "Not that bigger is better, but it is nice to see more meat than usual. Not that I don't like sucking my husband off, it just doesn't require as much effort as it would for...you. If I did that to you, I mean."

"I'd love for you to do that to me, Leila."

"Stop saying my name it's making me hornier" Leila retorted.

"Sorry."

"No, it's fine um-...this is going to sound so fucking weird, and is probably overstepping, but could I spit in your hand?"

"You want to spit on me?"

"No," Leila laughed, "So, you can you stoke it."

"Sure", Yuri said excitedly and reached out his hand. Leila laughed nervously before accumulating the moisture in her mouth to spit in his waiting hand. Then her eyes drifted to his throbbing cock again. It looked so sensitive and delicious.

"Hello?"

"Sorry-Yuri." Leila pulled herself from her thoughts, "I just-I want to do more than spit in your hand."

"What do you want to do?"

Leila sighed, "I know we said no touching, but maybe we can change it to not touching each other's genitals, and no kissing."

"So how do you want to touch me?"

Leila felt her hand tremble a bit. She gripped the side of the car seat to pace herself. She reached out to Yuri's still open hand, took him by the wrist and brought two of his fingers into her mouth. The taste was warm and salty. She started massaging his two fingers with her tongue and mouth. She could feel herself getting wetter and hotter. She worked his thick fingers farther in her mouth until she felt his knuckle and couldn't continue. She couldn't help but let out a moan at the thought of sucking on his thick cock instead of his fingers. Then she felt disgusting twinges of guilt and stopped and pulled her mouth away.

"We have to stop right now--I", she looked over at Yuri who was now slowly stroking himself with the two fingers that she recently moistened and his thumb. He leaned his head back and started breathing heavily.

Leila stared at the sight. Figuratively recording the moment in her mind to use to masturbate for the rest of her life.

"Leila-" he started between breathes, "I mean--could you finger yourself?"

Leila's sexual region was on fire. It had been on fire for hours now, she was sure she soaked her thong thoroughly.

"Yeah, I can try", she responded nervously. She felt her face grow hot when Yuri turned his attention to her, still continuing to stroke himself. Leila slowly pulled up her tight dress and moved her white, laced thong to the side.

"Did you wear that for me?" Yuri asked, staring at her like he wanted to consume her.

"Well," Leila started, looking at him the same way, "I wasn't expecting you to see it, but yeah, I did." She smiled and moved her hand to her crotch.

"I'm like--soaked over here", she joked.

"Touch yourself", he said in a voice that was equally suggestive and demanding.

Leila slid on finger inside herself and gasped at the feeling.

"Fuck." She spat at the delicious sensation. She easily fit in another finger and kept sliding in and out of herself. Then she used her thumb to massage her clit at the same time. For a minute she forgot about where she was and what she was doing. All she could think about was Yuri gently fucking her. Pulling in and out in slow, yet powerful strokes, each stroke making her wetter than the last.

Leila heard his voice although it seemed distant, "Put another finger in, I'm bigger than that."

Leila obeyed and attempted to put three fingers in but struggled. "I'm too tight", she sputtered between moans.

"If I could touch you, I'd open you up, mami."

"Fuck, it's hot when you speak Spanish."

"Oh yeah?" Yuri laughed in between gasps, stroking himself, "Si no estuviéramos casados, te trataría como la zorra que eres allí detrás."

"What does that mean?" Leila gasped taking her fingers out of herself to focus on massaging her clit.

"Uh", he laughed, "It's like, if we weren't married, I would treat you like the whore you are in the back seat."

"I want you to treat me like a whore", she admitted.

"Then let me", he said grabbing her by the hand and pulling her closer.

"No, Yuri." She grabbed her hand back and quickly pulled the bottom of her dress down to cover herself. Her face was covered in sweat and she was breathing heavily.

"No more." She felt like she was on the verge of crying, then she saw the tears fall on her lap. She covered her face and sobbed quietly.

Yuri felt terrible. He tried his best to tuck his dick away and rested his head on the steering wheel. He had encouraged Leila to do this, when he should have taken her home like she asked.

"I'm sorry", he started. "I know you're my best friend's wife, and he's a great guy, and you two have a beautiful family. I love my family too. Elize and I are just starting to get back together." He paused, "She cheated on me you know? I didn't even know if my son was really my son until we did a paternity test. I'm not trying to say that to justify my actions, but it did happen."

Leila didn't respond. She just took a few deep breaths, wiped her eyes, and looked out the window turning her body away from him. The entire atmosphere of the car changed. It went from hot and tender to cold and hollow.

Yuri started the truck again, and the two headed to Leila's home in complete silence.

When Yuri pulled into Leila's driveway. He made one more attempt to apologize.

"Leila, please forgive me. I hope I didn't ruin the friendship we have. You mean a lot to me."

Leila felt his words in the most sensitive part of her heart. She looked at him and saw a reddish hue to his eyes as if he a shed a few silent tears on the way home.

They both stared at each other in silence for a few moments. Then Leila turned to her empty dark house, knowing no one would be there. She looked back at the adorably sad look on Yuri's face and smiled again.

"Come here," she beckoned and drew him in for a long, intimate hug. When they separated they locked eyes, the mutual attraction started bubbling in both their stomachs.

"Fuck it," Leila said and kissed Yuri deeply. He tasted like the juicy fruit gum he picked up at the gas station, she tasted like cherries with a hint of tequila and lime. Leila deepened the kiss and climbed over the gearshift and sat on his lap. She slowly started grinding on him and pulled away from kissing him to suck on his neck. Yuri felt his cock spring back to life and placed his hands on Leila's hips savoring the feeling.

Leila started hungrily sucking on his neck.

"Leila", Yuri warned in between gasps, "My wife will see it."

"Sorry", she said and went back to passionately kissing him. She grinded against him harder and harder, the clothing causing friction on her clit. Yuri's hands drifted from her hips to her ass, and one hand drifted farther down, under her dress. He pulled her thong aside and started finger fucking her.

"Fuck yes, Yuri, just like that!"

Leila grinded and bounced on his fingers a few moments longer until he could feel her insides pulsating. She threw her head back and breathed heavily.

"I'm sorry." She eventually said, "I just couldn't-"

He stopped her, "You don't have to explain yourself", he laughed.

"You're still hard." She commented.

"Yeah, but I'll take care of that before I get home. You've...given me enough material."

They both shared a good laugh before Leila smiled, pecked him on the lips, got out of the car and started heading for the door.

"We still going bowling tomorrow?" He called out of the window.

Leila chuckled and called back, "Yeah, come get me at 7!" and disappeared inside.