Model Et Tu? - Sex Stories

Model Et Tu?

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She looked at the point of crying. "So I said, "Of course you're still desirable. But you're married. Remember?"

At this, her back straightened, and she put on that haughty, aristocratic aire that I really didn't like. Her 'I'm better than you' look.

This lasted for about thirty seconds before it began to crack, and she was leaning back towards the look of a teenager, not an adult.

Although I hated myself for it, my heart melted at this crack of her veneer. I knew it was not going to be for the good, but I walked over to her and hugged her.

My long deferred erection began rising to take over my interaction with her. It began to rise up to the level of her crotch, and nestle there, as if asking for further instructions. "You're married," I quietly told her. "And it's not to me."

"Not anymore," she said, as her floodgates began to open.

This was interrupted by a sudden and loud knock on the door. "Are you ok, Sharon?" The Instructor asked.

"Yes," Sharon told her, her voice strengthening into a more adult like voice. "We'll be just a few minutes," she told the woman on the other side of the door.

"Ok. I have some paperwork to do, so I'll give you a few minutes," she said, and then softly added, "Ok?"

"Yes. We won't be long."

My erect member was trying to decide on whether this was a 'go for launch,' or a momentary distraction that should have warned me from anything further.

But her body felt so warm and welcoming, it was hard to ...

... decide. Would my 'higher mind' prevail? Or my lower 'mind?

"What do you want to do?" I asked her softly. "We don't really have the time to do anything here. And as soon as you walk out the door, I'm sure your mind will change.

In response, she put her fingers on her hips and slide her panties down her legs. Of course, causing my erection to spring back up and slap her moist intimates. I began slowly sawing in and out, gently rubbing my prick through her wetness and rubbing her clit with the helmet of my prick.

"Oh, this feels so good," she murmured into my shoulder with a sigh.

"If it feels so good, then why did you want to end our marriage?"

"Because you wouldn't take care of me. Like a husband should."

Right. Back to that old 1950's nonsense, I almost told her.

Instead, I decided to take it for the moment and have some break up sex. I speeded up the intensity of my motion through her lips, and at one point pointe upwards and entered her 'inner sanctum.'

"Yes," she hissed in my ear. "Yesss."

I stroked faster now, aware that she and I didn't have forever for a gentle fuck, but had a time limit. I reached down and brought up her right leg to rest on my thigh, and then her left, penetrating her as deeply as I could.

"Is that better now?" I asked, as I pounded her. I could feel her juices running down my legs now. I kept on slapping her thighs with my legs, until I felt her shudder and cum.

"YES," she almost screamed. Well if the Instructor didn't ...