The Pass Out - Prequel Part One - Sex Stories

The Pass Out - Prequel Part One

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I turned my head towards her. “How did he kiss you?” I asked, our faces close together.

“How do you mean?” Tara asked, puzzled.

“I mean, how did you two kiss? I’m assuming that given the fact he made you wet, it wasn’t just pecking on the cheek?” I added.

“Well, we kissed on the lips for a while and then our tongues met and then we were snogging like that for ages. I know it’s not what you want to hear but that’s what happened,” she answered. I knew she was being honest now by her responses.

“Show me,” I ordered.

“What? Really? Why would you want to kiss me after what I did?” Tara asked, quietly.

Calmly, I replied. “I want you to kiss me like you kissed him, so I can fully understand,” I explained.

Tara paused for a few moments before she placed her cheating lips on mine. At that moment, I thought my cock was going to explode.

She put her hand around my neck and pulled me towards her gently and kissed me, softly on the lips at first. I responded in kind, a little reluctant knowing that she had done this with another man behind my back. She pecked my lips and then gradually opened her mouth and her tongue started to probe at my mouth. At first, I resisted but then she slid her hand over my chest and pulled me in harder towards her. I couldn’t resist a second longer and despite the fact I was teetering between anger and extreme arousal, I opted to go with the latter.

Our tongues clashed together as we kissed; more passionately than we had ...

... done in as long as I could remember. I pulled her towards me as our tongues forced their way into each other’s mouths. Tara began to moan gently as we kissed and I worked my hand inside her pjs top and onto the soft, bare skin of her back, massaging her skin, trying to banish the thought of another man doing this to my fiancee in a club. Part of me didn’t want to though, it was adding to the state of arousal I was feeling.

After a couple of minutes, Tara was breathless and I pulled away.

“Is that how you kissed?” I asked her.

“Yes, except that was better,” she replied, pulling me nearer again.

“Not so fast,” I said, disappointing her. “I don’t believe that kissing someone you’ve been with forever could be as hot as what you did with a stranger, who you’ve admitted, in your words, was very attractive,” I added.

Tara looked away.

“It was just different like I said. It was exciting as it was new but it is nothing compared to what we have,” she replied.

I was unsure whether this was a compliment or not in truth.

“So then, how turned on were you by him? Were you soaking wet?” I probed.

“Erm, I’m not sure really, I know I was a little wet. I could feel it,” she replied.

“Judging by your honesty so far, I’m going to take that as you were soaking wet and turned on a lot, would that be right?”

The life dropped out of her hands on me.

“Okay, I was very wet and if I’m being honest, I was really turned on but there was always this guilt in my mind,” she ...