A Little Christmas Guilt - Sex Stories

A Little Christmas Guilt

... put her hands on her thighs and moved them up to her tummy, then, closer together, she slid them down so they framed her patch of hair. With her hands still in place she squatted part way down, spreading her knees, and slipped her fingers down on either side of her cunt and briefly massaged its lips. Standing again she stepped up to me and straddled my legs. Placing her hands on my chest she pushed the robe back and off my shoulders and down my arms. I sat naked before her, my cock standing fully erect and twitching slightly. She moved forward, reached past my shoulders, and gripping the top of the back of the chair with both hands, slowly pushed her breasts against my face. I placed my hands on her hips, feeling the garter belt beneath them as she slowly lowered herself until the tip of my cock touched her pussy. And now she started to groan, moving her hips back and forth over the tip of my cock as she increased her downward pressure. My hands were now on her legs, caressing them, and revelling in the feel of the transition of the silky taughtness of her nylons to the soft flesh of her upper thighs. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she groaned as she lowered herself further and the head of my cock spread the lips of her pussy open. “Oh yes. Oh fuck,” she groaned as I felt the warm wetness of her cunt envelop my aching cock. “Ahhhhh fuck. Oh yessss,” as she finally sat down on me, my cock buried deep within her dripping wet cunt. We were both immobile for a few long moments, savouring ...

... the feeling of completeness between us. She broke the silence by uttering in a whispering hiss, “I want you to fuck me. Don’t love me. Just fuck me!”, and she started to rock back and forth, her crotch grinding against me. She came quickly and I followed soon after. When we had come down off our rush she climbed off me, took me by the hand and led me to the bed, where she got on her hands and knees. “I need you to fuck me from behind.” And that was the start. She seemed insatiable, cumming time after time in the numerous positions we found ourselves taking. She even took me up her ass, which drove her wild. I left her asleep in her room at 2:30 in the morning and went immediately to my bed and fell asleep, totally exhausted. I got my wake up call five hours later and my day lurched into its planned activities. I struggled through my morning meeting, and when it was done I caught a taxi straight to the airport. During the taxi ride guilt over the previous night’s affair overwhelmed me and my mind went into a state of turmoil. I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeve, at least as far as my wife is concerned, and all too often she can read me like a book. On the flight, and the drive home from the airport, I agonised whether or not I should just come clean with her rather than have her somehow knowingly drag it out of me. By the time I got home it was dark and I still hadn’t come to a decision. When I walked in the house was dimly lit, the Christmas tree providing most of the ...