How I Almost Caused Myself a World of Trouble Having an Affair with a Gangsters Wife - Sex Stories

How I Almost Caused Myself a World of Trouble Having an Affair with a Gangsters Wife

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It was best to never know what that madcap was doing, it would only drag you further into his world. I was sad the night was ending. I enjoyed Laylas company but didn’t know when, if ever I would see her again.

The next morning, I woke to the usual barrage of notifications. Mostly work stuff, but the one that stood out was Instagram: “Layla Carson has requested to follow you.”

I accepted the request, followed back and before I could finish telling myself to tread carefully a message popped up.

“Hey, how’s the hangover? x”

That message lead into months of chatting daily. We could talk for hours and never run out of things to say. Our connection was so easy and natural, it felt like we had known each other forever, but neither one of us dared to make a move beyond flirting and deep conversation.

On New Years Eve I was in a different town a few miles away, celebrating with some old friends and family. Layla was hosting a party for her salon staff at the Grand Western, a big fancy venue which was coincidentally just along the road from my flat. She sent a few selfies early in the night. My god she looked stunning, done up to the nines in an all black mesh top/leather skirt combo. At some point during the night, she sent a single smiley face emoji with no context or message. Then a bit later followed up with:

“Sooo what are you up to after midnight. Chatting up a girl and taking her back to yours I guess? x [upside down smiley face]”

In a moment of ...

... madness where the blood rushed from my brain to my dick, I took the bait and replied.

“Got my eye on this gorgeous Lebanese girl, probably going to ask her.” SEND

No no no! Have you ever sent a message and immediately wanted the world to swallow you up whole. Too late, she was already typing… Two replies rapid fire.

“Uhh, she’ll probably say yes.”

“She’ll probably do what you tell her to.”

It wasn’t long after midnight and I was in a taxi heading back to my place. When I pulled up Layla was already standing inconspicuously at the side of the building smoking a drunk cig. She took her heels of before going in the main door to avoid making any more noise than necessary.

As soon as we were inside my flat I pinned her between myself and the door and went straight in for a long, sloppy kiss. It was an explosion of feelings and emotion that had built up for months. We continued into the bedroom. The foreplay was lengthy and intense. We spent ages kissing hard, groping and dry humping. We were both lost in this long-awaited moment, just enjoying each other.

I flipped her onto her stomach, peeled off her skirt and thong and took my time playing with and teasing her, grabbing and spanking her arse, eating her pussy from behind, then biting and kissing her butt cheeks before my mouth made its way to her tight asshole. Layla arched her back. Her exposed pussy and arse pointing into the air at that moment is one of the most erotic visions ever retained in my memory to ...