A Steaming Pool Of Valentine's Day Lust - Sex Stories

A Steaming Pool Of Valentine's Day Lust

... the air. He found me in the kitchen, the aroma of coffee mingling with the scent of anticipation. I leaned against the counter, the silky fabric of my robe hinting at the secrets beneath.

"Okay, what's going on?" he demanded, his voice betraying a taut edge.

I took a languid sip of my coffee. "Well, I've been seeing this guy," I began, watching his reaction closely.

"Seeing? As in…?" His hands clenched into fists.

"Seeing," I affirmed, my heart hammering against my ribs. "What? You're cheating on me? With the little honey pot next door, right?" Disbelief, outrage, perhaps even hurt, flickered across his rugged features.

"Is it cheating if it's playing by your rules?" I countered. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, we were locked in a silent battle of wills.

"Double standards don't suit you," I added softly, tipping the balance. Recognition darkened his expression; he knew then that his secret rendezvous was no longer secret.

"Damn," he muttered, the word hanging between us like a challenge.

"Damn indeed," I whispered back, feeling the shift, the beginning of something new, something dangerously thrilling.

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His gaze drilled into me, a mix of anger and something else - something hungry. I could almost see the cogs turning in his head, recalibrating the game we'd been playing separately together.

"Tell me about this guy," he growled, voice thick with barely restrained emotions.

I tilted my head, feigned innocence laced with mischief. ...

... "He's… impressive," I said, drawing out the word, savoring the tension. "Bigger than you, but only just."

"Is that right?" His hands found the countertop, gripping the edge as if to steady himself against the storm I was conjuring.

"Uh-huh." I smiled, sweetly venomous. "And when he fucks me… The way he takes my nipples in his mouth… The way he grabs my ass as he shoves it in so deep," I closed my eyes, recalling the image of my husband with her, repurposing it to stoke the fire. "It's like nothing else."

"Jesus," he muttered, jaw working as if chewing on the images I'd painted, the betrayal.

"His cum tastes good." I watched him closely, saw the vein throbbing at his temple. "I guess I just never let you do that… turns out, I love it."

"Stop," he snapped, but there was no conviction behind it. Instead, his hands released the countertop, reached for me, pulling me close with a force that sent ripples of anticipation through my body.

"What? Are you going to show me how you can fuck?" My words were a taunt, a red flag waved before a bull. "I bet I won't even feel you inside me. After his thick cock has stretched me."

"Does he cum in you?" The question erupted from him, raw and ragged.

"Of course." I leaned in, whispering directly into his ear. "What would be the point otherwise? I love feeling him twitch as he fills me up with his cum..."

His hands tightened on me, his breath hot against my neck. Something primal had awakened within him, and I reveled in ...