Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 02

... desperately chasing the culmination of their pleasure. As she rode him, Marcus's fingers continued their maddening pace, rubbing, stimulating, stroking her sensitive pink nub, the focus of her feminine pleasure.

With a final, desperate cry, they shattered together, their bodies convulsing in a powerful display of pleasure. Her orgasm triggered his own, and with a guttural groan, Marcus thrust deeply within her, his potent African-American seed spilling forth in a hot, pulsing torrent. Sigrid could feel the hot, thick jets of his release filling her, and she welcomed the incredible sensation, her Nordic body milking him for every last drop of his potent African-American essence.

As the tremors of their orgasms subsided, Sigrid collapsed atop him, her body spent and sated. She found herself once again wrapped in Marcus's strong arms. But even this feeling of safety and comfort couldn't wash away her concerns. She knew what she had just done was wrong.

Despite her desire to repair the fractured relationship with her husband, to move toward a future where they were a family, not just a couple, she had again broken the wedding vows she made to him two years earlier. She could see and hear herself whispering those words "to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

Sigrid swallowed softly, despite the post-orgasmic glow that still filled her body, the ...

... bitter tang of guilt started to bubble to the surface. She sighed. She knew what she had done was wrong, but she would have to deal with that later. Right now, she wanted to enjoy the moment with Marcus, hoping, wishing, that somehow it could stretch out forever.

Sigrid raised her head, meeting Marcus's gaze. A soft smile played upon his lips as he brushed a stray lock of brown hair from her forehead. She returned her smile as best she could, her thumb tracing lazy circles upon his shoulder.

Marcus knew that what they had done was both incredible and concerning at the same time. After their last time together, it seemed that Sigrid and her husband were committed to repairing their marriage. And now, a few weeks later, they were in bed together again. He knew this was, or at least it should have been, a one-time thing. He wasn't the sort of person to go around breaking up marriages.

"Are you ok?" Marcus whispered softly as he noticed a little tear form in the corner of her eye.

She nodded. "Yes..." she replied softly. "That was...incredible..." Sigrid whispered. "I...I..." she started to say as she averted her eyes. "Shhh..." he said. "I know..."

Sigrid nodded and lapsed into thoughtful silence, the beating of their hearts and their soft breaths the only sound that filled the hotel room.

Marcus gently rolled onto his side, allowing her to roll down onto the mattress as they continued to embrace each other. His fingers traced lazy patterns on the pale skin of ...