Getting Revenge On Vanessa for her Infedelity - Sex Stories

Getting Revenge On Vanessa for her Infedelity

... since I’ve had a few myself I’m able to feign laughter for the sake of the breasts. I notice that the blood is rushing to my taken and married shaft-pumper and it’s getting pretty hard - just hard enough for no one to notice unless of course I give them a hug or accidentally bump into them. So I give Joanne a hug and thank her again for coming out with me to pick my wife a gift up and she blushes but pulls me closer. We let each other warm up in the basking of our hug for a few minutes as we gaze into each other’s eyes like two innocent buddies of opposite sex who are doing something forbidden but not as forbidden as what might come later. In fact it was as if we were just doing what adults do - play around a bit and then go our separate ways. It was college innocence at 30. Finally Joanne seems a little uncomfortable so I pull away hoping no one notices that I’m fully erect - thank you beige baggy cargo pants. I look at my watch and we’re off to the races heading out of the bar and into the mall corridor talking about what my wife Vanessa would like for her birthday. As we veer around shopping mall corners we make all sorts of jokes about Vanessa and how uptight she is and how she is picky about what she wears and eats. Joanne, even snorts ironically, as she tells me how the girls in high school called Vanessa piggy because her nose stuck up a bit. Finally we pass Victoria’s secret and I stare awkwardly at the shop. Joanne says, “I know!” grabs my hand and pulls me in. It’s ...

... late and the store is a few hours from closing but there are a substantial number of women browsing. Joanne picks up some lingerie and says, “What about this? Or this?” as she pulls them up to her figure as if she was going to be the one wearing them. We pick some blue satin lingerie and we exit the shop. On the way to Joanne car, I grab her hand as we approach with angst and sexual bravado and pull her close. I let her feel the force of my cock ripening through my pants and into her through her blue jeans. Her sweater guards her luscious bubbly massive tits. My mouth is watering for a bite of her tit but I hold firm like a stone, my jaw square as a stone block. I look her in the eyes as she puts her hands on my shoulders and then around my neck. She comes closer as If she is feigning fear and kisses me. It is a deep kiss. We are locked for what seems like an eternity as my meat muscle pumps and pulsates at intervals into her landing pad through our clothes a sort of SOS that says, “let’s get a hotel room.” And that is what we did of course. We drove to a hotel room nearby the shopping center and rented a room. She took off my shirt and my nipples were hard and frozen against her sweater. She pulled off her pants and was wearing white cotton panties that were partially occluded by her sweater so all that showed were two beautiful and lovely polish ass cheeks. I grabbed them and let my fingers slide into her wet slit through her undies as she quivered a little and fell on to ...