Straight Female / 48
I Knew He Was Married
My friends, Rob and Laura, asked me for dinner knowing I'd just split from my boyfriend.
One of Rob's workmates, Ian, was only in town for three months but they thought we might hit it off. They were right.
I knew he was married and I was just an 'away from home' girl. His wife would never know.
We had dinner at their place and after a few drinks I agreed that I would stay over in the guest room without realising I'd be sharing with Ian.
What a wonderful night it turned into, this big hunk of a married man getting into bed with me when I was just in my bra and panties. We both settled down, back to back, to be decent and he said "Goodnight Janey". I replied "Yeah, goodnight Ian"
Half asleep I felt his hand on my thigh... my thoughts 'He is a married man, I should move his hand'. My pussy disagreed. I grabbed his hand and guided it to the front of my knickers. I kew all along it was wrong because he was married but he was so delicious and I yearned for the attention of a man, married or not.
As soon as he realised I was up for it, he turned and kissed me deeply, our tongues swirling around, me grabbing the back of his head, pulling him close as his hand slipped into my panties.
Our faces were mashed together as I felt a fat finger spread my kitty lips which were getting wetter by the second. He pushed against me and I felt his hard cock on my thigh. I sighed and opened my legs, giving full willing access to my now sopping wet pussy.
I wanted him.
We kept kissing as he took off my bra and slipped my knickers down to my ankles. I wriggled my feet until they were completly discarded, grabbed his hand and held it itght against my hungry, horny, hairy hole.
Two fingers slipped into me, causing me to let out a loud sigh and roll my hips to take them as deep as he could push. God it felt so good, I bit his lip lightly.
As I lay there, kissing him, his fingers buried deep inside me, I reached down and grabbed his strong, hard, married cock.
Married cock.
It felt like a challenge. Another woman's man, tongue licking mine, fingers exploring me, my hand rapped around his beautifully thick throbbing manhood.
I wanted to be better than her.
I wanted her man to be mine every night we could be together. I wanted Ian going home knowing I was better... than her, his wife.
I gave him everything, even things I'd never given a man before.
I took his beautiful thick cock into my mouth, deep, grinding my wetness against his mouth.
I took him deep inside me, as wide open for a cock as i'd ever been.
It felt so good to feel that throbbing length filling me. A big, beautiful married cock.
I got on all fours and let him lick me from clit to rosebud, making me shudder.
I was better than her, I knew it.
So when his swollen knobhead pushed against my little tight hole, I just relaxed and took a deep breath.
There was pressure and then, for the first time, I felt my bum open for a man. A married man. I gave him my unused place and it really hurt, but I wanted so much to be better than his wife.
I let him have everything I had and use me until he roared and exploded inside me. I could feel his hot spurting cum flood my stretched out little rosebud.
I knew I was better than her, his wife.
He was in town for three months and he went home to her with memories of the greatest fuck he would ever have.
I could only have him for a while, but he will never forget his little perfect fuckslut.
One of Rob's workmates, Ian, was only in town for three months but they thought we might hit it off. They were right.
I knew he was married and I was just an 'away from home' girl. His wife would never know.
We had dinner at their place and after a few drinks I agreed that I would stay over in the guest room without realising I'd be sharing with Ian.
What a wonderful night it turned into, this big hunk of a married man getting into bed with me when I was just in my bra and panties. We both settled down, back to back, to be decent and he said "Goodnight Janey". I replied "Yeah, goodnight Ian"
Half asleep I felt his hand on my thigh... my thoughts 'He is a married man, I should move his hand'. My pussy disagreed. I grabbed his hand and guided it to the front of my knickers. I kew all along it was wrong because he was married but he was so delicious and I yearned for the attention of a man, married or not.
As soon as he realised I was up for it, he turned and kissed me deeply, our tongues swirling around, me grabbing the back of his head, pulling him close as his hand slipped into my panties.
Our faces were mashed together as I felt a fat finger spread my kitty lips which were getting wetter by the second. He pushed against me and I felt his hard cock on my thigh. I sighed and opened my legs, giving full willing access to my now sopping wet pussy.
I wanted him.
We kept kissing as he took off my bra and slipped my knickers down to my ankles. I wriggled my feet until they were completly discarded, grabbed his hand and held it itght against my hungry, horny, hairy hole.
Two fingers slipped into me, causing me to let out a loud sigh and roll my hips to take them as deep as he could push. God it felt so good, I bit his lip lightly.
As I lay there, kissing him, his fingers buried deep inside me, I reached down and grabbed his strong, hard, married cock.
Married cock.
It felt like a challenge. Another woman's man, tongue licking mine, fingers exploring me, my hand rapped around his beautifully thick throbbing manhood.
I wanted to be better than her.
I wanted her man to be mine every night we could be together. I wanted Ian going home knowing I was better... than her, his wife.
I gave him everything, even things I'd never given a man before.
I took his beautiful thick cock into my mouth, deep, grinding my wetness against his mouth.
I took him deep inside me, as wide open for a cock as i'd ever been.
It felt so good to feel that throbbing length filling me. A big, beautiful married cock.
I got on all fours and let him lick me from clit to rosebud, making me shudder.
I was better than her, I knew it.
So when his swollen knobhead pushed against my little tight hole, I just relaxed and took a deep breath.
There was pressure and then, for the first time, I felt my bum open for a man. A married man. I gave him my unused place and it really hurt, but I wanted so much to be better than his wife.
I let him have everything I had and use me until he roared and exploded inside me. I could feel his hot spurting cum flood my stretched out little rosebud.
I knew I was better than her, his wife.
He was in town for three months and he went home to her with memories of the greatest fuck he would ever have.
I could only have him for a while, but he will never forget his little perfect fuckslut.
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