13-04-2019, 04:24 PM
MY FAITHFULL WIFE
From the moment my wife Stayla walked into her new office, she had James lusting after her. James was immediately impressed by how great she looked. He felt his face flush in embarrassment and he tried to look away but he couldn't. Completely unaware she was being watched, my wife pushed her long hair out of her eyes as she scanned the room. James gave a nervous laugh and kept looking at her, his eyes following her everywhere she went, her hips moving gently. Stayla was really striking: she had an oval face, wide set eyes of dark brown color, and an abundance of rich dark hair. She was wearing a very simple black dress with very fine straps that left her creamy shoulders bare. The dress was tightly fitted to her bosom, accentuating her breasts, and clung snugly to her slim waist and over her hips, displaying her splendid thighs. Under it there was the suggestion of a very good, full figure. She was everything a man could want. It wasn't a simple matter of being attracted to her. It wasn't a simple matter of wishing he could have her. James wanted to go up to her and tear her clothes off her supple body and take her right then and there. He had to have her. As the days went on, his knowledge of her grew, and he was even more convinced he had to have her. His erection was nearly instantaneous when she walked in every morning. James could practically sense her arrival at the office and would already be looking in her direction even before she entered the room. But the real killer was her open blouse. My wife had to know the number of days she worked beside James with an extra button or two undone. She had to know his eyes would constantly be gazing down her shirt and catching revealing glimpses of her bras. James never saw her breasts, but the shiny lace would be so visible across her flesh. She must have known, in fact, she must have purposefully tantalized him. But James knew she was married. She had been married for two years. James also knew she wouldn't have sex with him. Her marriage was her bound to traditions and customs. My wife always talked about me, her husband, who she was totally in love with. James must admit, it made him quite jealous. James certainly took every opportunity he could get to flirt with her. She usually allowed a little flirting, and sometimes even initiated it. It never went too far though, and she would always remind James that she is married, with a laugh and a smile, whenever he tried to go too far. "Let me make this clear to you. I take my marriage very seriously and I'm averse to men like you who find amusement their only purpose in life. So I won't be getting to know you better. But thank you for the offer." Her hair was the most glorious deep black, piled atop her head in heavy, silken waves and James wished nothing more at the moment than to free the pins holding it in place and watch it tumble onto her shoulders. "Perhaps some other time," James murmured, thinking he'd never seen such luscious peach skin, nor eyes like hers. "There won't be another time."
"If I ware a ladies' man”-James tried to say something. "But you are" Stayla stopped him quickly. It was the talk of town at the moment for he had the reputation of being a libertine. James smiled. "It was merely an expression. If I were a ladies' man, I'd say we are about to become good friends." "You're too arrogant. I'm not eighteen and easily infatuated by a handsome man, even one with your remarkable good looks." "Now I'm not only fascinated by your dazzling beauty. I am intrigued by your confident attitude." "Because of this, you think me available?" "So blunt Stayla." "You are interested in taking me to tea, I presume." "We'll do whatever you like," James replied, the suggestion in his voice so subtle. "You've more than enough ladies in your life. You won't miss me." "You're sure?" James murmured. "I can't change your mind?" "Absolutely sure...and no," she firmly declared. "A shame." "Speak for yourself. I have a gratifying life. If you'll excuse me," she said as she rose to her feet. " I have an appointment elsewhere." "May I offer you a ride to your appointment?" She slowly surveyed him from head to toe, her gaze coming to rest after due deliberation on his amused countenance. "No, you may not." "I'm crushed," James said, grinning. "But not for long, I'm sure," she crisply replied and waving at him, she walked away. James followed her progress across the large room and only when she'd disappeared through door, did he look away. "Wow, she's astonishingly beautiful," He couldn't help thinking. One day trying his luck, James told her. "Here, let me help you with your dress, your zipper is open." "Don't even think about trying to take advantage of me." She said, turning around to let him do the zipper. However, as soon as James touched her, she turned around again and said: "I think I can handle it from here thanks." She laughed as she grabbed her bag and left the room. Usually before leaving office, she would say, "behave yourself tonight?" as if to make sure he think of her in her absence. "Yes," James reassured her, " I will, but, what about a good night kiss?" James hoped to at least get that out of her. She smiled again, moved in close and pressed her lips against his cheeks. She smiled again and said, "That's all you get. I'm sorry, but that'll have to do. After all, I'm married and a mother of two. You know that... good night."
It was then Stayla and me decided to throw a party at my home and invited some people from her new company. James purposely came alone, hoping for a night of passionate sex with my wife, in her own house, with me- her husband there. James, of course, did not expect it to happen, she would never do something like that, and the opportunity probably wouldn't arise either. When James arrived at the party, Stayla answered the door, dressed in a black dress that had spaghetti straps tied around her neck, and was open completely at the back. She looked incredible. James pulled her close, and hugged her. She immediately broke the hug, and smiled at him. She asked " Why didn't you bring a date?". "That would just impair my chances of flirting with you." James replied. "You are hopeless", she told him, and walked away. His palms sweated the entire evening. His heart raced every time my wife stepped by him. Stayla’s perfume caressed the air. She was dressed with grace and eloquence. With a few buttons undone... Of course he looked down it. His eyes fought to gain sight of my wife’s nipples. He knew Stayla caught him looking. Several times my wife looked up at him, but James never broke his gaze from the heavenly sight. She never tried to cover it. As the night went on, James barely had time with her. At one point he saw her going towards the kitchen. James followed her and saw her heading for the fridge. She opened it and leant over. In one move James came behind her, put his hands on her hips, and rubbed gently. She was so surprised she had to grab the door of the fridge just as she realized who was behind her. She immediately turned towards him, completely flushed and said. " Listen, James, this can't happen. So please don't embarrass me in my own house, okay?" Her tone was very serious and determined. "Okay. But, you can't expect me not to take opportunities as they arise. You know how badly I want you Stayla?" James said. "Whatever ...just...just don't do that again. Please." She turned, picked up her vegetable tray, and left the kitchen. Now, James knew he had to have her in her house. His opportunity came soon. James was with a group of guests, in the corner, when he saw my wife moving down the hall to her room. His mind raced. Quickly he headed after her and made way to the room. Stayla was alone. Perfect, James thought as he bolted the door. "Oh it's you again", my wife said, "I thought I told you to behave yourself". "Yeah. But I came to tell you look as gorgeous as ever," James said. "You've always looked great in black. It's one of my favorite colors." She did look stunning, her hair pulled back with one loose curl caressing the side of her face. James had a sudden impulse to reach out and twist that curl around his finger. James cleared his throat. "Listen, Stayla, thanks for a wonderful evening,"James said, trying to find something to keep her longer. "It's ok," she replied. "I hope I'll be seeing more of you tonight," James added with a smile. "I doubt it," My wife said, "I have to attend to my other guests."
"You know that dress send mixed signals," James said quietly. "All aggressive on the outside, all soft and feminine on the inside. Like you." James couldn't resist, he leaned forward and touched her cheek lightly withhis hand. "Forget it, I'm married," My wife said, quickly stepping back. "You are sure you don't want to?" James stopped, but didn't take his hand away. "Well if you are sure, you are sure," she smiled. "I won't spend more time with you, Stayla," James said softly. "I love being with you. " James brushed the loose curl back from her face. Then gently caressing her cheek, he moved down the side of her neck, touching her gently. "Don't" my wife said, but she didn't move back. "I want to kiss your neck, and slowly unbutton your blouse. I want to feel the smoothness of your breasts in my hands." Stayla didn't move. James lifted her heavy mass of hair, put his mouth on her neck, letting his breath warm her skin, his tongue sliding down the hollow of her collarbone, then working its way slowly back to her ear. Stayla appeared to be in a trance. James wanted her to be unafraid. James wanted her to want this as much as he did. His heart was absolutely pounding. His body was alive with heat that exited through hisbreath. James looked the length of her exposed knees and up to her thighs and into the eventual darkness under her dress. Once more Stayla stopped him. "James, stop it. We have to stop now. You agreed. Anyone could catch us here." " Stayla, you know you want this. I can see it in your eyes. I don't care anymore what we agreed upon, I want you and I know you want me." But James knew he could say nothing to change the moment's thought. So he moved to kiss her. "What did I just tell you just now?" My wife again protested. "I wanted to do that for so long," James whispered in her ears, and as he slowly slid his hand under her dress. "I said 'don't'", Stayla pulled her face away, but didn't remove his hand. James looked at her quizzically, a half smile playing around the corner of his mouth, his voice seductively casual "why not?" "Because I can't," my wife said pleadingly, as his hand continued to move under her skirt. She didn't move as James placed his hand on her left thigh. Her eyes looked down and away as a maddening jolt of energy spiked through his fingers and across hisbody. James was touching a part of my wife that he never thought he would. James rubbed his hand slightly against the exposed skin. So smooth. She was frozen stiff. He moved his left hand to her cheek, and turned her towards him. Her face was radiant. Her long hair fell to her shoulders as her head turned. "Do you want me to stop", James asked, letting his fingers brush against her inner thigh with increasing pressure.
"We shouldn't..." My wife said as his fingers moved closer to her panties. "Why ...?" James looked at her with amusement, his finger still working on her. "Would you take your hand off there, please? I don't want this," Stayla managed to say. "Yes, you do," James continued to graze hisfingers over her crotch. "I don't..." she protested. She tried to keep her voice level, but her breath was now in quick little gasped. James pinned her to the wall like a butterfly, letting her flutter for a minute before he said "you want it... but you won't admit it." His voice was barely a whisper. She put her hands on his chest to push him away, and just as she pushed, James grabbed her with both hands and held her. For a long moment, she fought against him and tried to get away. Finally, she looked into his eyes, and mumbled, "I hate you." Determined to make this go further, James knew he had to act quickly. "Shut up and kiss me," James said, as he brought his lips to hers again. This time, her lips closed on his, and they quickly found their selves in a heated embrace. His arms were around her before she realized it. Their mouths kissed with fever. His tongue curled against hers as her hands moved against his cheeks. The moment of truth had passed. My wife and James were going to have sexual intercourse. He was uncertain of what to do. There were so many parts of her he wanted to touch, so many parts of her he wanted to see. Should he feel her breasts first? With one swift move, James backed her again to the wall. She watched as James undid her straps and exposed the upper portion of her chest. He had to see her breasts. He had to see and touch those nipples. He had to feel those poking nubs against his tongue, teeth, and mouth. His hands felt her chest as it heaved under him. The touch was like cream. The smoothness made him push his cock against her harder. James was leaning against her now. Undoubtedly she could feel his erection against her leg. Swiftly he put his mouth on the top of her breast, and he heard my wife gasp at the sensation as he licked along the edge of the bra, outlining each breast withhis tongue. James slid the straps of her bra down to her arms, pulling it down under her breasts, freeing them. James licked my wife’s nipple, sucking on it gently, then harder and harder, making her moan with pleasure. His own body had hiked her dress way up, and he could see the white panties beneath. James started to move his hand to it, but instead cupped her right thigh, his finger barely pressing against her panties. Again, James wasn't sure how much she would appreciate him enjoying this. He rubbed his hand between her legs, pressing against her thigh but letting the slightest pressure push against her. Almost roughly he hiked her dress up to her hips and he fell to his knees and kissed her panties with a feverish lust. "Oohh..." My wife moaned softly as she stroked his hair. The look in her eye confirmed what James had always suspected. She could never give herself to him by her own free will. Then he pulled down her panties to her knees, letting my wife feel the cool air on her bare skin. James knew what pleasure he was giving her. Already Stayla’s hips were moving toward him in a simulation of sex. Her hands reached for the buckles of his belt, but he held away from her, whispering urgently, " what does the lady want, tell me what you want?" And she moaned " please". She was shaking all over; sweat running down her face, and on her breasts. As they continued, they heard voices just outside the room. Her children’s voice was one he recognized just a few feet away, around the corner, and the fear of being caught washed over him. My wife had heard it too. Her inner battle began. Her mind knew that they faced discovery at any moment, and that they absolutely should stop immediately. But the growing, wonderful sensation in my wife, was winning the battle. James felt her body tremble as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. James clumsily opened his zipper and took out his cock. Stayla squirmed. James entered her in one quick, hard thrust. My wife cried out, but he silenced her withhis mouth, his tongue meeting hers, sucking on it. James moved his pelvis hard against her, thrusting into her over and over again. "Uhh........ Uhh………..Uhh………Uhh" She moved forward, pushing herself onto his cock. James started to hump her slowly as he kissed her neck and rubbed her breasts. My wife’s cunt tightened around his cock, squeezing pleasure from it like a soaked piece of clothing. James had to savour the moment. He loved the way she kept clutching at his ass, grabbing at him, roughly, almost painfully, pulling him more deeply into her, harder and harder each time. Just as James picked up the pace, my wife buried her head in her arm to avoid from screaming. They could still hear her children's voice through the thin walls. They ware probably only ten feet away. "Oh,.. Oh, …Oh..." Her fingernails dug into his buttocks and as she stiffened against him, James felt his own orgasm rising, scalding within him. He lowered his hands to her waist, as loads after loads he shot his sperm inside her. Stiffing their cries they came at each other one last time, arching up, way up, then collapsing, panting over each other. They waited, breathing heavily, while time and space came back to normal. "God...you are so good at that," Stayla said, and it sounded like a complaint. James kissed her face gently all over. "I've wanted to do that for so long," James whispered. He picked up her bras and handed it to her wordlessly. Silently she put it on, tied the shoulder straps of her dress and turned to go. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek. " You are one of a kind." James closed the door behind her and leaned against it, still out of breath. James felt better, more alive. He waited a few minutes and then went to join the guests. He however did not stay long and moved to the door. For him it was a conquest long awaited.(END)
From the moment my wife Stayla walked into her new office, she had James lusting after her. James was immediately impressed by how great she looked. He felt his face flush in embarrassment and he tried to look away but he couldn't. Completely unaware she was being watched, my wife pushed her long hair out of her eyes as she scanned the room. James gave a nervous laugh and kept looking at her, his eyes following her everywhere she went, her hips moving gently. Stayla was really striking: she had an oval face, wide set eyes of dark brown color, and an abundance of rich dark hair. She was wearing a very simple black dress with very fine straps that left her creamy shoulders bare. The dress was tightly fitted to her bosom, accentuating her breasts, and clung snugly to her slim waist and over her hips, displaying her splendid thighs. Under it there was the suggestion of a very good, full figure. She was everything a man could want. It wasn't a simple matter of being attracted to her. It wasn't a simple matter of wishing he could have her. James wanted to go up to her and tear her clothes off her supple body and take her right then and there. He had to have her. As the days went on, his knowledge of her grew, and he was even more convinced he had to have her. His erection was nearly instantaneous when she walked in every morning. James could practically sense her arrival at the office and would already be looking in her direction even before she entered the room. But the real killer was her open blouse. My wife had to know the number of days she worked beside James with an extra button or two undone. She had to know his eyes would constantly be gazing down her shirt and catching revealing glimpses of her bras. James never saw her breasts, but the shiny lace would be so visible across her flesh. She must have known, in fact, she must have purposefully tantalized him. But James knew she was married. She had been married for two years. James also knew she wouldn't have sex with him. Her marriage was her bound to traditions and customs. My wife always talked about me, her husband, who she was totally in love with. James must admit, it made him quite jealous. James certainly took every opportunity he could get to flirt with her. She usually allowed a little flirting, and sometimes even initiated it. It never went too far though, and she would always remind James that she is married, with a laugh and a smile, whenever he tried to go too far. "Let me make this clear to you. I take my marriage very seriously and I'm averse to men like you who find amusement their only purpose in life. So I won't be getting to know you better. But thank you for the offer." Her hair was the most glorious deep black, piled atop her head in heavy, silken waves and James wished nothing more at the moment than to free the pins holding it in place and watch it tumble onto her shoulders. "Perhaps some other time," James murmured, thinking he'd never seen such luscious peach skin, nor eyes like hers. "There won't be another time."
"If I ware a ladies' man”-James tried to say something. "But you are" Stayla stopped him quickly. It was the talk of town at the moment for he had the reputation of being a libertine. James smiled. "It was merely an expression. If I were a ladies' man, I'd say we are about to become good friends." "You're too arrogant. I'm not eighteen and easily infatuated by a handsome man, even one with your remarkable good looks." "Now I'm not only fascinated by your dazzling beauty. I am intrigued by your confident attitude." "Because of this, you think me available?" "So blunt Stayla." "You are interested in taking me to tea, I presume." "We'll do whatever you like," James replied, the suggestion in his voice so subtle. "You've more than enough ladies in your life. You won't miss me." "You're sure?" James murmured. "I can't change your mind?" "Absolutely sure...and no," she firmly declared. "A shame." "Speak for yourself. I have a gratifying life. If you'll excuse me," she said as she rose to her feet. " I have an appointment elsewhere." "May I offer you a ride to your appointment?" She slowly surveyed him from head to toe, her gaze coming to rest after due deliberation on his amused countenance. "No, you may not." "I'm crushed," James said, grinning. "But not for long, I'm sure," she crisply replied and waving at him, she walked away. James followed her progress across the large room and only when she'd disappeared through door, did he look away. "Wow, she's astonishingly beautiful," He couldn't help thinking. One day trying his luck, James told her. "Here, let me help you with your dress, your zipper is open." "Don't even think about trying to take advantage of me." She said, turning around to let him do the zipper. However, as soon as James touched her, she turned around again and said: "I think I can handle it from here thanks." She laughed as she grabbed her bag and left the room. Usually before leaving office, she would say, "behave yourself tonight?" as if to make sure he think of her in her absence. "Yes," James reassured her, " I will, but, what about a good night kiss?" James hoped to at least get that out of her. She smiled again, moved in close and pressed her lips against his cheeks. She smiled again and said, "That's all you get. I'm sorry, but that'll have to do. After all, I'm married and a mother of two. You know that... good night."
It was then Stayla and me decided to throw a party at my home and invited some people from her new company. James purposely came alone, hoping for a night of passionate sex with my wife, in her own house, with me- her husband there. James, of course, did not expect it to happen, she would never do something like that, and the opportunity probably wouldn't arise either. When James arrived at the party, Stayla answered the door, dressed in a black dress that had spaghetti straps tied around her neck, and was open completely at the back. She looked incredible. James pulled her close, and hugged her. She immediately broke the hug, and smiled at him. She asked " Why didn't you bring a date?". "That would just impair my chances of flirting with you." James replied. "You are hopeless", she told him, and walked away. His palms sweated the entire evening. His heart raced every time my wife stepped by him. Stayla’s perfume caressed the air. She was dressed with grace and eloquence. With a few buttons undone... Of course he looked down it. His eyes fought to gain sight of my wife’s nipples. He knew Stayla caught him looking. Several times my wife looked up at him, but James never broke his gaze from the heavenly sight. She never tried to cover it. As the night went on, James barely had time with her. At one point he saw her going towards the kitchen. James followed her and saw her heading for the fridge. She opened it and leant over. In one move James came behind her, put his hands on her hips, and rubbed gently. She was so surprised she had to grab the door of the fridge just as she realized who was behind her. She immediately turned towards him, completely flushed and said. " Listen, James, this can't happen. So please don't embarrass me in my own house, okay?" Her tone was very serious and determined. "Okay. But, you can't expect me not to take opportunities as they arise. You know how badly I want you Stayla?" James said. "Whatever ...just...just don't do that again. Please." She turned, picked up her vegetable tray, and left the kitchen. Now, James knew he had to have her in her house. His opportunity came soon. James was with a group of guests, in the corner, when he saw my wife moving down the hall to her room. His mind raced. Quickly he headed after her and made way to the room. Stayla was alone. Perfect, James thought as he bolted the door. "Oh it's you again", my wife said, "I thought I told you to behave yourself". "Yeah. But I came to tell you look as gorgeous as ever," James said. "You've always looked great in black. It's one of my favorite colors." She did look stunning, her hair pulled back with one loose curl caressing the side of her face. James had a sudden impulse to reach out and twist that curl around his finger. James cleared his throat. "Listen, Stayla, thanks for a wonderful evening,"James said, trying to find something to keep her longer. "It's ok," she replied. "I hope I'll be seeing more of you tonight," James added with a smile. "I doubt it," My wife said, "I have to attend to my other guests."
"You know that dress send mixed signals," James said quietly. "All aggressive on the outside, all soft and feminine on the inside. Like you." James couldn't resist, he leaned forward and touched her cheek lightly withhis hand. "Forget it, I'm married," My wife said, quickly stepping back. "You are sure you don't want to?" James stopped, but didn't take his hand away. "Well if you are sure, you are sure," she smiled. "I won't spend more time with you, Stayla," James said softly. "I love being with you. " James brushed the loose curl back from her face. Then gently caressing her cheek, he moved down the side of her neck, touching her gently. "Don't" my wife said, but she didn't move back. "I want to kiss your neck, and slowly unbutton your blouse. I want to feel the smoothness of your breasts in my hands." Stayla didn't move. James lifted her heavy mass of hair, put his mouth on her neck, letting his breath warm her skin, his tongue sliding down the hollow of her collarbone, then working its way slowly back to her ear. Stayla appeared to be in a trance. James wanted her to be unafraid. James wanted her to want this as much as he did. His heart was absolutely pounding. His body was alive with heat that exited through hisbreath. James looked the length of her exposed knees and up to her thighs and into the eventual darkness under her dress. Once more Stayla stopped him. "James, stop it. We have to stop now. You agreed. Anyone could catch us here." " Stayla, you know you want this. I can see it in your eyes. I don't care anymore what we agreed upon, I want you and I know you want me." But James knew he could say nothing to change the moment's thought. So he moved to kiss her. "What did I just tell you just now?" My wife again protested. "I wanted to do that for so long," James whispered in her ears, and as he slowly slid his hand under her dress. "I said 'don't'", Stayla pulled her face away, but didn't remove his hand. James looked at her quizzically, a half smile playing around the corner of his mouth, his voice seductively casual "why not?" "Because I can't," my wife said pleadingly, as his hand continued to move under her skirt. She didn't move as James placed his hand on her left thigh. Her eyes looked down and away as a maddening jolt of energy spiked through his fingers and across hisbody. James was touching a part of my wife that he never thought he would. James rubbed his hand slightly against the exposed skin. So smooth. She was frozen stiff. He moved his left hand to her cheek, and turned her towards him. Her face was radiant. Her long hair fell to her shoulders as her head turned. "Do you want me to stop", James asked, letting his fingers brush against her inner thigh with increasing pressure.
"We shouldn't..." My wife said as his fingers moved closer to her panties. "Why ...?" James looked at her with amusement, his finger still working on her. "Would you take your hand off there, please? I don't want this," Stayla managed to say. "Yes, you do," James continued to graze hisfingers over her crotch. "I don't..." she protested. She tried to keep her voice level, but her breath was now in quick little gasped. James pinned her to the wall like a butterfly, letting her flutter for a minute before he said "you want it... but you won't admit it." His voice was barely a whisper. She put her hands on his chest to push him away, and just as she pushed, James grabbed her with both hands and held her. For a long moment, she fought against him and tried to get away. Finally, she looked into his eyes, and mumbled, "I hate you." Determined to make this go further, James knew he had to act quickly. "Shut up and kiss me," James said, as he brought his lips to hers again. This time, her lips closed on his, and they quickly found their selves in a heated embrace. His arms were around her before she realized it. Their mouths kissed with fever. His tongue curled against hers as her hands moved against his cheeks. The moment of truth had passed. My wife and James were going to have sexual intercourse. He was uncertain of what to do. There were so many parts of her he wanted to touch, so many parts of her he wanted to see. Should he feel her breasts first? With one swift move, James backed her again to the wall. She watched as James undid her straps and exposed the upper portion of her chest. He had to see her breasts. He had to see and touch those nipples. He had to feel those poking nubs against his tongue, teeth, and mouth. His hands felt her chest as it heaved under him. The touch was like cream. The smoothness made him push his cock against her harder. James was leaning against her now. Undoubtedly she could feel his erection against her leg. Swiftly he put his mouth on the top of her breast, and he heard my wife gasp at the sensation as he licked along the edge of the bra, outlining each breast withhis tongue. James slid the straps of her bra down to her arms, pulling it down under her breasts, freeing them. James licked my wife’s nipple, sucking on it gently, then harder and harder, making her moan with pleasure. His own body had hiked her dress way up, and he could see the white panties beneath. James started to move his hand to it, but instead cupped her right thigh, his finger barely pressing against her panties. Again, James wasn't sure how much she would appreciate him enjoying this. He rubbed his hand between her legs, pressing against her thigh but letting the slightest pressure push against her. Almost roughly he hiked her dress up to her hips and he fell to his knees and kissed her panties with a feverish lust. "Oohh..." My wife moaned softly as she stroked his hair. The look in her eye confirmed what James had always suspected. She could never give herself to him by her own free will. Then he pulled down her panties to her knees, letting my wife feel the cool air on her bare skin. James knew what pleasure he was giving her. Already Stayla’s hips were moving toward him in a simulation of sex. Her hands reached for the buckles of his belt, but he held away from her, whispering urgently, " what does the lady want, tell me what you want?" And she moaned " please". She was shaking all over; sweat running down her face, and on her breasts. As they continued, they heard voices just outside the room. Her children’s voice was one he recognized just a few feet away, around the corner, and the fear of being caught washed over him. My wife had heard it too. Her inner battle began. Her mind knew that they faced discovery at any moment, and that they absolutely should stop immediately. But the growing, wonderful sensation in my wife, was winning the battle. James felt her body tremble as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. James clumsily opened his zipper and took out his cock. Stayla squirmed. James entered her in one quick, hard thrust. My wife cried out, but he silenced her withhis mouth, his tongue meeting hers, sucking on it. James moved his pelvis hard against her, thrusting into her over and over again. "Uhh........ Uhh………..Uhh………Uhh" She moved forward, pushing herself onto his cock. James started to hump her slowly as he kissed her neck and rubbed her breasts. My wife’s cunt tightened around his cock, squeezing pleasure from it like a soaked piece of clothing. James had to savour the moment. He loved the way she kept clutching at his ass, grabbing at him, roughly, almost painfully, pulling him more deeply into her, harder and harder each time. Just as James picked up the pace, my wife buried her head in her arm to avoid from screaming. They could still hear her children's voice through the thin walls. They ware probably only ten feet away. "Oh,.. Oh, …Oh..." Her fingernails dug into his buttocks and as she stiffened against him, James felt his own orgasm rising, scalding within him. He lowered his hands to her waist, as loads after loads he shot his sperm inside her. Stiffing their cries they came at each other one last time, arching up, way up, then collapsing, panting over each other. They waited, breathing heavily, while time and space came back to normal. "God...you are so good at that," Stayla said, and it sounded like a complaint. James kissed her face gently all over. "I've wanted to do that for so long," James whispered. He picked up her bras and handed it to her wordlessly. Silently she put it on, tied the shoulder straps of her dress and turned to go. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek. " You are one of a kind." James closed the door behind her and leaned against it, still out of breath. James felt better, more alive. He waited a few minutes and then went to join the guests. He however did not stay long and moved to the door. For him it was a conquest long awaited.(END)
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