Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2)

... wetness. My husband never touched me like this. I pulled off the straps of my dress and he backed away from me just far enough for the dress to fall off of me. I turned around and stood in front wearing just my black lace panties, the matching sheer bra and a pair of sleek black heels. The way he looked me up and down made me feel like a centerfold model. “Throw me on the bed and fuck me.” He grinned. “Soon.” He wrapped his hands around me and pinned me against the window. He kissed me with more force and more passion than I expected. He pressed his hard on against me, but he didn’t want to give it’s pleasure to me just yet. His kisses quickly moved down to my neck. I removed my bra and gave him complete access to my tits. He took full advantage of that with his hands and his mouth. He gently bit my nipple and I let out a cry. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I needed him. His kisses went across my stomach and to my thighs. He kissed around the outline of my underwear, the underwear which I usually wore for my date nights with my husband. Todd peeled them off and left them on the floor. He kissed his way back up my thighs and with one quick flick across my wet lips sent a shock wave of erotic energy through me. It made my body buck. He looked up at me, I looked down at him. He smiled, then slid his tongue between my wet lips and across my clit. My husband and I had fallen into a routine in the bedroom. He almost always went down on me before we had sex, but he just ...

... went through the motions. Nothing just going through the motions about what Todd did. He centered on my clit with his tongue and targeted deep inside of me with his fingers. He made it very difficult to stand. I gripped the small ledge at the bottom of the window as tight as I could. He made it difficult to do anything other than moan. He listened to my moans, paid attention to my body and gave me more of what I needed. He took his time, almost to the point of teasing me. I wanted to beg him for more. He slowly worked up to the point where pleasure overflowed my body. He added more powers to his fingers, his tongue became more targeted. I couldn’t feel my feet on the hotel room carpet. I didn’t feel the window ledge pressed against my ass. All I I could feel came from his fingers and his tongue. I closed my eyes and everything became a blur. My orgasm started between my legs, but flowed through my whole body, overwhelming me with pleasure. It was a powerful orgasm, the kind that could’ve knocked me off my feet if he hadn’t held me up with his hands. It had been way too long since I enjoyed an orgasm like that. As my orgasm faded away, everything became still. I remembered where I was and who I was with. Part of me said now was a good time to end this game. However, I knew that he wouldn’t like that. Younger me had been described as a lot of things, however never a cock tease. I opened my eyes to him standing in front of me, unzipping his pants. To be honest, I didn’t want it ...