I forgot my purse.
Maybe that's a bad place to start, but it's true. I simply forgot my purse -- and that's how it happened.
I had run into an ex-boyfriend from high school earlier that day. We hadn't seen each other in years, so when he invited me to his place for a couple beers that evening I said yes. He had a wife, it turned out. She worked nights at a restaurant. My boyfriend was going out with the guys, so I was free. We agreed on eight, I told him I'd bring the beer.
I arrived on time, as I always did. His wife was still there, getting ready for work, so I talked to her for a bit. I got to know her a little. She really wasn't his usual type. He likes them tall, slender, and with dark hair (like me). She was short, very round, and blonde. I guess it had to be the tits. Hers were huge. I couldn't stop staring at them. I had the urge to bury my head in them, or at least grab them a little. I refrained, but barely. A little before ten she went to work, and Mark and I settled down with our beers. We got to talking about everything over the last few years. Trying to remember why we had dated in the first place, or even broke up. Then he began to tell me about how his wife never wanted sex anymore. They had been married two years, and she had stopped touching him at all. Worse, he was pretty sure she was having an affair with a girl from her work. His wife was probably gay, and he couldn't leave her because he was a coward. I told him I thought that was sick and crazy. If I were married to him, I would never act that way. I would love him, and only him.
"You really mean that don't you, Betty?" he asked, smiling at me in a way that always made my clit swell. I figured it was time to go. I had about three drinks in my system, I hoped I'd make it okay. But I had to get away from him before I did something stupid. We hugged, agreed to have coffee soon, and I was out the door. At my car, I reached to grab my keys and realized.....
I forgot my purse. I had to go back into his house, so I did. I walked past him, explaining I was sorry and I'd just be a second. I turned to leave, he was standing so close behind me, I smiled, said bye again- then it happened. He pushed me against a wall and started kissing me. I moved my arms to push him away; he grabbed my hands and held them over my head. He was kissing me so deeply, I didn't know what to do, his mouth moved from mine and down my neck. One hand continued holding my wrists while the other explored my body. He grabbed my breasts, reached up under my skirt to grope my ass, and petted me through my panties. I was scared out of my mind, and yet more excited then I had ever been. Part of my mind was begging for him to fuck me. He had always been the best. He ripped open my shirt and his mouth began suckling my tits. He was licking my nipples, biting them, playing with them. He released my hands and guided one into his pants, wrapping my fingers around his cock and then guiding so I began to jerk him off. He then thrust his other hand under my panties and began toying with my clit and lips. My hips began to rock back and forth, I wanted to cum but not yet. I pulled my hand from his pants and began to undo his belt. I was shaking and fumbling a little so he had to help me. As his pants slid to the floor, I fell to my knees. I didn't know why I was doing this. A little voice in my head kept screaming He's married! He's married! Get out! But I couldn't. Instead, I took his full length into my mouth - toying with the tip of it first, rolling my tongue all over it, and even nibbling a little. Then I took it in; and let it sit there. I didn't suck or lick or anything, this was a game and he was going to play by the rules. He seemed to know what he was supposed to do because he began fucking my mouth. Slowly at first, then harder, as if he were trying to ram the whole thing down my throat. I finally began to suck it, rolling my tongue up and down his shaft as I did. When I could tell he was ready to cum, I stopped. He grabbed me and threw me on the couch, roughly spreading my legs apart, ripping off my panties, and immediately began to eat my already sopping pussy. He alternated from licking my clit and fucking me with his hands, to pushing his tongue inside me, I was already so aroused that it didn't take long for me to orgasm. Then he climbed up off his knees. Throwing my legs over my head, he joined me on the couch, and shoved himself roughly inside me. This was the first time I tried to protest.
