Chapter 82 Vignette 74
I shouldn’t be here. Not when my biggest crave is home alone.
I told my best friend that I do not have a problem with him bringing the file with him to work tomorrow. But he insisted.
“Marshal, I know how important this is to you and I would not want to be the reason your project is cancelled. My wife is at home, she knows where I kept it.” He had said calmly, but my cock twitched just at the mention of his wife's name. “You can always stop by my house on your way to the meeting and get the file.”
He trusts me…but I do not trust myself. Not where this lady is.
Every step I take deeper into the house feels like trespass, but the sight of her…barefoot, wrapped in nothing but a thin shirt that caged her boobs…burns away every ounce of restraint I thought I had.
She looks up, startled, lips parting like she is about to tell me to come further. But the words never come. Instead, her breath hitches, and I know she feels it too…the pull between us, magnetic, dangerous.
I close the distance. My pulse is a hammer in my chest. Her scent wraps around me, sweet and intoxicating, and I have to clench my fists to keep from grabbing her right then.
“I'm here to get the file,“ I whisper. My voice is rougher than I intend.
But she does not move. She only trembles, her eyes wide, and that silence is the permission I’ve been starving for.
I know she feels something for me too…a pull…sensual and hunger.
I hate to say this to myself but I can not resist.
I always knew it… that Marshall is not man enough for his wife. If she was mine, I would grab those sweet boobs every morning, pin her face to the wall and insert my whole thirteen inches inside her. So deep and hard, she would cum multiple times on my cock and then start begging me to stop.
But I would not. I would fuck her till her pussy becomes bruised, till her fat ass cheeks turns red from my hips slamming on it as I fuck her non-stop.
I know she thinks dirty about me too. She is just too shy to make it obvious. But her awkward behavior, the way she trembles, the way her knees go weak just by looking at me… and my hard cock prints on my trousers…spoke more things than she can ever imagine.
She staggers backward. Just a bit.
“Uh, uh, sure. The files, huh? Wait right here I'll get it for you,” her voice is unsteady. Broken with nervousness.
That makes her even hotter, heightening my crave for her, for her wet pussy. I know she is dripping for me. Clenching her thighs because of me.
I want to make her voice break even more when I choke her with my cock. I would try to put it all in even though I know her mouth would not dare take all of my thirteen inches the way her tight deep pussy hole would.
I fantasize a lot about her.
I hold her wrist and her pulse almost burst under my touch.
Her lips tremble as she turns to me. She stares at my eyes, then impulsively drops her gaze to my lips, refusing to move from there.
I draw her into me. Then brush a strand of hair behind her ear, my knuckles grazing her cheek. Her skin is fire beneath my touch.
She has no idea what is happening to her. Why she is suddenly leaning into me.
I break.
The close view of those pretty little lips I always saw from a distance…only when she laughed and joked with my best friend. Even worse, when she kisses him…is everything.
I wish you could see the way she is pouting right now. Hell, my cock is standing firm. Rock hard than ever. I badly want to press it to her thighs. She will feel me. And then beg me to insert it in her pussy.
Our nose brush. Even her bones are sexy.
My mouth crashes onto hers, desperate, claiming, and the little sound she makes nearly undoes me. My hands slide lower, finding her waist, pulling her flush against me. She is soft, warm, yielding…everything I’d ever craved.
I lead her to the cushion. Slowly sat beside her, knees brushing. Kiss steady.
My hand finds the hem of her shirt.
I slide my hand under and… damn.
Those boobs. Soft. Full. nipples hard and tight.
She moans and I press her hard nipples, fingers pressing into her boobs as I squeeze it.
She's everything I have ever wanted in a woman.
I completely lose track of every thought that this is my best friend's wife and she is supposed to be off limits.
But friends can share stuff, right?
I pull the shirt off her head. A full-time stay at home wife wearing nothing underneath her top.
I do not hesitate to take her nipples in my mouth.
“Ah, shit,” are the sounds that escape her lips when she feels the moisture from my mouth, my breath tickling her skin.
Then she throws her head backward and holds my own in her hand. It feels magical. Almost feels like her hand hovering on my hair is rubbing off my senses. I am supposed to be at a meeting but here I am, sucking the boobs of the wife of my own best friend.
A great way to get turned on.
I lift my head, just enough for our eyes to meet. The afternoon blurs as clothes slip away, as whispered gasps and bitten moans fill the sitting room. I lose myself in her, and the world fades, leaving only the taste of her lips and the heat of her body beneath mine…
And then the rest belongs to the shadows.