Cuffed Desire - Sex Stories

Cuffed Desire

Renee's Point of View I’ve been married to my husband Jack for seven years, and during that time I have never considered cheating on my man. But then I met this 6’4” tall drink of water with sparkling blue eyes, salt and pepper hair, and a glistening smile. His name is Fred, and he has a smooth personality and a smooth way with words. There is a local establishment that I sometimes stop at after work for a happy hour drink or two before I go home for the evening. Fred is another customer who happens to always hit that spot around the same time that I do. After a while it turned into our mutual meeting ground and we’d meet up two or three times a week, sharing a couple of drinks, a few laughs, and a whole lot of flirtatious innuendos. I got to like Fred, a lot. I like the way he flirts with me. He always makes me feel so sexy. One time we stayed late chatting away and downing a half dozen drinks, and the conversation got a bit overly heated in a sexual way. He put his hand on my leg and I let him keep it there while he was telling me how pretty I am. I liked hearing that and I even told him so. “My husband used to tell me that I’m pretty, but it’s been a long time since he last told me so. Thank you for reminding me,” I said to him and placed my hand over the hand he had on my leg. “You’ve been playing on my mind a lot lately, Renee. Every time I’m here with you I keep thinking about that hotel across the street.” He didn’t have to say anything more. I knew exactly what he was ...

... saying to me. I couldn’t fault him on it because I was thinking the same thing. However, there was the issue of that wedding ring on my finger, and the one on his. We were both married, but certainly not to each other. He had a wife at home and I had a husband probably looking at his watch by now and wondering where I was. On the other hand, Fred is the kind of man that makes me want to get naked and coil him between my legs and arms for a good hard fucking. Just the feel of his hand on my thigh was enough to make my nipples tingle and my pussy sweat. I had all kinds of erotic visions going through my head, probably more than he was having. However, I had to think about the consequences that could come with cheating on my husband, and I had to decline, regretfully so. I thought about it later that night when I was in bed lying next to my husband. I couldn’t sleep because my mind was at odds and my body kept me restless. If I was wise I’d stay away from that club after work and try to get Fred out of my mind. I’m smart, but wisdom is something I lack when it comes to a sexy man like Fred. Fred's Point of View I recall the first day Renee strolled through the door, she had a magnificent figure and a presence that drew notable glances from tables she passed by to the bar. She flipped her long brown hair (I love dark hair), clingy dress donned commando style with strapped Stilettos that held me in a transfixed gaze. After making last week’s pass it was difficult to go home and I ...