The Other Woman - Sex Stories

The Other Woman

... another. As our intimacy deepened, one by one, the taboos fell away. We began to fuck bare without so much as a word. I willingly gave him my ass. I begged him to plant his seed inside me.

I have no illusions about where this goes from here. He won’t leave her, of that I’m certain enough. Nor would I want to wreck his marriage, selfish and smitten as I am. This arrangement will do. Its furtive nature only serves to heighten the intensity of our physical and emotional connection.

We’ve been apart for three weeks, no discreet circumstance having presented itself. The wait has been agonizing. My nerves are jangled and my chest tight as I park my car a block from his house. One more huge taboo had been broken a few months back when he invited me there. I know to cut through the park that backs up to his house and sneak through the backyard to the slider.

He’s waiting in the kitchen, and immediately we are locked in a passionate embrace. “I’ve missed you” passes between us. I reach for him and find him already hard, a wet spot on the front of his pants, evidence of his excitement.

He has me perched on the island. My blouse is already open, and he is feasting on my breasts. I muffle a cry as he harshly bites my nipples. He twists them violently as he kisses me. I am so wet.

In no time, I’m bent forward, standing with my hands on the counter, and his cock is inside me. He hasn’t bothered to remove either his pants or my skirt.

I’ve missed this.

His head buries ...

... deep inside me, and I moan in satisfaction. He begins to pound me, and I feel my second orgasm of the evening building. He abruptly withdraws, smacks my ass hard, and fingers me to completion. A modest squirt hits the floor.

He leads me upstairs. We turn left, not right, toward the master suite. Another taboo is to fall. In no time, we are naked and I am sucking his cock furiously, kneeling on the floor at the foot of their marital bed. I feel his cock begin to swell and he pushes me away, lifting me up and placing me on the bed where he sleeps with her. Where he fucks her.

He is inside me now. I am delirious. His cock seems even harder than ever. Is that even possible? I cum again, and again, and then he flips me over and drives into me from behind. His fingers are rubbing my clit as he splits me open. I feel him swell again and know that he is close. I look forward and my eye catches the framed photo of them on the table just as he erupts, and I cry out his name along with my pledge of love as the most violent orgasm yet tears through me.

We collapse in a heap. He strokes me gently, and I nuzzle up against him. I live for these moments. His musky smell, mixed with the scent of my sex in the room, warms me to the core. I am never happier than like this.

The buzzing of his phone startles us. It’s a text: “Heading home a little early. Can’t wait to see you!”

Quickly, amid “oh shit’s,” we dress. We smooth the bed sheets and run down the back stairs. I squeeze him ...