Prelude: The Other Woman - Sex Stories

Prelude: The Other Woman

... to moan out his name. My voice is high pitched and strained. I was so close but I needed more. “You taste delicious.” He growls into my ear, slipping a finger into my slit. My hands fling to my sides looking for anything to hold onto. I was slipping so far into the abyss of pleasure, I needed anything, something as an anchor to reality. “Cum for me.” His husky voice whispers as his fingers continue to plunge and curl inside my slit. They were soliciting me, pushing me over the edge. “Don’t stop! Oh God! Please don’t stop!” I howl. My thighs shake, my stomach tightens, my toes curl and I shatter. “Ughhhh!!” I scream out, convulsing around him. My pussy clamps down onto his fingers as waves of pleasure overwhelm my body. Tremors consume me and my eyes roll to the back of my head as euphoria courses through my veins. Ragged, heavy breaths escape as I try to regain my senses. Slowly, I become aware of the room and the dark haired man between my legs, poised to conquer and deliver his fatal move. His twitching hot member rests at my entrance, while his face looms over mine. Gone was the charming man, but a carnal primal animal. “Stewart.” I manage to whisper as his cock head nestles its way across my slick folds. Millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch his flesh joined mine and slowly overtook my insides. Every ridge and throb of his member was greeted by the silken vice and warmth that welcomed him. My limbs tremble as he pauses, resting his cock head at my cervix. There is a ...

... triumphant smile on his face as if he has suddenly won a great prize. Slowly, he begins to move gliding in full strokes at a steady rhythm. With each shove of his hips, his upper shaft drags across my clit making low husky moans escape with each thrust. As if not satisfied, Stewart pushes my knees to my shoulders, giving him open access to fuck me harder. With each slurp, my breasts jostle and I can feel my toes curl. “Fuck me. Please make me cum.” I cry and beg, pinching and cupping at my own breasts. The wet slurping sounds, heavy gasps, grunts and moans fill the room. A blunt thumb rubs my exposed clit, flicking the nub back and forth, all the while he drills into me. “Cum for me. Scream my name.” He growls. “Stewart!” I scream out before convulsing powerfully around him. My orgasm hits me like a freight train on full throttle. There is no sense of time or place. All I know is the dark euphoria I am in. Moments, minutes, seconds, days later. I feel his cock twitch and grow inside of me. He cums inside of me, spurting hot seed into my depths. Our heavy breaths mingle together as we both come down together. Slowly he pulls out, leaving behind a sticky string of our mixed cum still attached to the helmet of his cock. *** Ring. Ring. I look down to the caller ID and immediately recognize it as Stewart’s wife, Katherine. It would be impossible not to know. How many times had I stared at it and dialed it before gathering enough courage to hit the call button? What was said and done ...