He knew what he was about to do was WRONG!
He was in the bedroom of a twenty year old woman. She was not his wife. How she enticed him into her room isn't important. What is important, he wanted the young woman standing before him more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. With trembling hands he reached for her and she glided against him. His lips locked on hers and her body molded into him.
"She's less than half your age!" his conscience screamed. "Your daughter is older than her! Have you gone out of your stupid, fucking mind?"
Desire was all he could feel and it was much stronger than his conscience.
Breaking the kiss, he raised his hands and, with trembling fingers, started unbuttoning her blouse.
"This is faster," she said and grabbing the hem, pulled the blouse over her head. A white lace bra held the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. His hands ached to hold them.
Quickly he undid the front opening clasp to free her tits. He pulled the cups off her breasts and pushed the bra off her shoulders and onto the floor.
"You life has been blameless up to now. Do you really want to end it here? Is this, this female worth that?"
She moaned as his work callused hands cupped her tits, his thumbs flicking over the nipples. She grabbed his head and pulled him into another hot, wet kiss. Then she grabbed the bottom of his polo shirt and pulled it over his head. The hair on his chest tickled her boobs as they embraced again. He kissed his way down her chest, licking and sucking the nipples as he lowered himself to his knees.
He pop the button on her skirt open and lowered the zipper in one smooth action. Hooking his thumbs in the waist band of her skirt and panties, he pulled them down. She stepped out of them and flipped off her sandals. She was now totally nude, a young goddess, perfect in every feature. Shoulder length coal black hair framed a round face, with dark brown eyes, small nose and full pink lips. Her slender neck tapered to small shoulders which sloped into her full chest. Her breasts stood out firm and proud, about a b-cup he guessed, with brown nipples hard from excitement and want. Her waist was narrow as was her hips. Her swollen labia could be seen through her black pubic hair. Strong muscled legs tapered to petite feet with toenails painted the same pink as her lips.
Looking right at her sex, he slid his hands up her legs, his left hand to her right buttock and his right hand between her legs until it reached her pussy. The lips were swollen and wet and he rubbed his finger into the fold.
"OH, GOD YES," she screamed as she orgasmed from his very first touch. Only his hand on her behind kept her from falling over backwards. "Please stop. You must stop, I can't take it!"