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Cuffed Desire

... was struggling with the guilt, but could not get Renee off my mind. So, I made myself busy throughout the weekend as my wife can read me quickly and had started to question my arriving home later than usual. I simply could not wait to get through Monday and onto the Cantina. I was trapped in a staff meeting Monday, late leaving work and caught up in the (LA) strips traffic. My road rage in full swing, I cut through the sea of cars almost running a guy into the railing. I finally arrived at my favorite watering hole and hoped to find Renee inside. I stepped inside and was immediately overcome with a gut wrenching guilt and desire as our eyes met, she was facing me dressed to the nines! Renee’s eyes said it all… Our desire mutually expressed in a brief but inviting kiss. “I didn’t think you were coming and was about to leave Fred.” It was late and we normally would have departed for the evening but were taken by each other’s company and the anticipation that stoked our longing through the weekend. After a quick drink, we decided to take a stroll through a garden park adjoining the cantina and the parking lot to discuss our situation. We hadn't got very far before I had her in my arms. I held her tight and she fit my embrace like a glove, our tongues passionately exploring in a deep kiss, I ran my hands over her delectable ass and cupped her sweet buns. Our pace grew quicker as we ran our hands and tongues over our bodies nearing the point of no return. Renee I had brought a ...

... sexy change of clothes with me on Monday, and after work I changed in the ladies room at work and drove to the Cantina. I was delighted to see Fred walking inside. I nearly gave up on him as it started getting late, but that little voice inside my head kept saying, “Renee, give him another five minutes.” When Fred took the liberty of kissing me in the garden park, I felt my entire body melting like candle wax. My knees went weak and lent my weight to his hands that were cupping my ass. His lips sent tingles down to my toes. “Oh Fred, this is so wrong,” I said when our lips finally separated. “Yes, but it feels so right, doesn’t it?” he answered. “It does,” I said to him. “Do you think we should take the chance?” He pressed his crotch against my belly and said, “What do you think?” I felt his arousal pressing against me, and I felt my own arousal wetting through my panties. I opened my mouth and one word came out. “Yes.” Fred led me in a quick pace to the hotel across the street from the Cantina and we checked into a room. I called my husband from my cell phone and told him that I would be working late. Fred did the same, calling his wife from his cell phone. We smiled at each other and kissed again. This time, within the privacy of the room, we tore at each other’s clothes as though we were frantic to get all the obstructions out of the way. We were too hot for foreplay. Fred was as hard as a rock and my pussy was dripping though my folds. I pulled him down on the bed with me ...