My Dirty Secrets 3.2 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets 3.2

... stammered.

"But she's telling the truth, huh?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, she is," I replied timidly.

"How do you feel about that?" Jake asked.

"How do you feel about it? I'm the one who wasn't honest last night."

"I'm married too," Jake replied, "My wife lives out of state with her future husband, though."

"What? I don't understand?" I said, feeling confused.

"I've been married for four years. One day after work, there were divorce papers on the kitchen table. Her shit was gone," Jake explained.

"I could have been divorced by now, but she didn't give me the decency of telling me how she felt. So, I've held onto the papers and drug this mess out," he said with a wink.

"I live with my husband, and things aren't bad," I said meekly.

"Seems you were looking for something last night," he answered.

"I don't know what I was doing last night. Things just happened, and it was so great just being me," I explained, "Then I started drinking a little, then a lot, and you know the rest."

Jake stood up. He looked at me. I'd not been comfortable enough to sit down after Jules' announcement.

He looked right into me. He wasn't angry or upset. Fuck his perfect ballcap! How did he do that?

"Well, I could go," he said slowly, "or."

That's when the "or" was made clear. Jake put his hand on my cheek and kissed me. His lips were soft. He smelled so damn good. He pulled back and awaited my reaction. We sat there for a few seconds. He started to back away, and ...

... I grabbed him.

“What the hell, Melissa?” I screamed inside.

I didn't do anything but keep him from backing up. I just needed a few more seconds. I didn't want him to go, and I couldn't let him stay.

His lips found mine again in the chaos of my thoughts. Holy shit, was he a good kisser. He just melted his lips into mine so gently. I closed my eyes and breathed in whatever that magical smell this man had. He put his arm around my waist and kissed me slowly. What else could I do? I put my hand between his shirt collar and jaw and kissed him back. My mouth opened as I felt myself offering my tongue to him.

Jake took my offer, and his own tongue met mine. His kisses were tender and drove me to want more. I put my hand against his chest and felt the heat of his body on my palm as I contemplated shoving him away and grabbing him so he couldn't leave. As he probed my mouth with his tongue gently, I felt my teeth biting down against his tongue. My hand closed, grasping his shirt and holding him. His breath escaped him with a light moan.

What was happening here? I released his tongue and found myself biting his lower lip and sucking as I did. Jake inhaled and grabbed for my breast. Refusing to release my grasp on his shirt, he tried to move around my arm. He angled to get better access to my chest, our kiss uninterrupted.

"I'm married. Is this even okay?" I asked, trying to get a handle on the moment.

"Yes, Ma'am," Jake said, returning to kiss me again.

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