02-01-2022, 02:37 AM
He didn't think about the fact that he was just cheating on a husband who was sleeping just a few rooms away, but simply let the feeling of the soft breasts pressing against him, feeling soft and desirable, take hold of him.
And in the end, anyway, everything in this world was forgotten in those moments when he was allowed to hold this woman in his arms. He was in love! Head over heels in love!
And while they continued to kiss intimately, Marilyn began to fiddle with his clothes, undoing his buttons, and piece after piece of his clothing soon lay on the floor, until he too was finally lying naked next to her on the couch.
The blanket had also slipped to the floor in the meantime. Actually, Martin had never been a fan of sex in the dark. He wanted to see the woman, wanted to see her breasts, her sex, but also her face and her facial expressions.
But now it was different. He didn't need a light, he didn't need to see Marilyn properly now, it was enough to recognise the shadowy appearance of this woman in the diffuse light produced by the small lamps of the various electrical appliances. Much more important to him now was feeling, smelling.
He had never caressed a woman in the dark before, but now it was tremendously arousing for him. They were now kneeling opposite each other on the couch, their faces turned towards each other. His hands stroked her breasts, caressing the soft flesh and when his palm touched her erect nipples, he couldn't remember ever feeling them so intensely.
The tips felt almost like little graters, rough and hard. For the first time he also became aware of how uneven a woman's areola was.
Now, as he carefully ran his hands over it, he could clearly feel those little dots. Even as his hands stroked over her belly, he felt every little bump, every little hair.
For him, this feeling, this sensing of another person was completely new and yet exciting. Because at the same time Marilyn's hands were also running over his body, stroking and feeling. And when she then gently stroked his nipples, he felt little flashes of pleasure flow through his body. This too, that he was reacting sensitively here, was new for Martin.
And then one of his hands moved further down Marilyn's body.
He felt the slight bulge of her mons veneris, felt the first tender hairs and was glad that she was not shaved.
Martin liked the frizzy hair between a woman's legs. Sure, everyone had their own taste, but why now suddenly many women almost compulsively shaved their pussy, he did not understand.
But this was not important now. His hand continued between Marilyn's legs and soon he felt the base of her sex and felt the wet, plump labia.
Gently he stroked them, whereupon they opened almost of their own accord, embracing his fingers with warmth and a surprising wetness.
He felt the plump button he quickly found between them. He heard Marilyn suck in the air loudly and her breathing immediately deepened as he continued to stroke her clit.
But Marilyn did not remain idle during this time either. Her hand too had first felt and probed his body and then moved down to his sceptre.
She too had liked what she could feel.
Martin's body was not hard and muscular like that of a bodybuilder, she had also noticed a slight belly bulge, but overall she found this body interesting, and she would have liked to snuggle up to him and this body again.
But she wanted to continue this game, she wanted to feel more of him and give herself and him the time to feel each other completely and in the dark to give herself only to feeling and touching.
But when Martin then found her clit, she too put her hand around his cock, which by now stood hard and steep from his body. Marilyn had never been particularly interested in what a man's penis felt like.
Now, however, she was almost surprised at how she could feel the veins, indeed how many she could feel at all, and that she could even press lightly against them.
Its tip also felt different somehow. If the skin on the shaft was rather rough, the tip seemed smooth and slippery.
She wondered about herself now. She was already of mature age and had never looked at the fine differences so closely, or rather felt them. And it was also surprising to her how arousing it was to explore a man's sex in this way.
And right after Martin lay with his back on the couch, Marilyn crawled over him. Martin reached between Marilyn's legs and placed his cock directly under her pussy. But as Marilyn was about to settle on it, and could just feel the tip of his cock between her labia, Martin pushed his cock forward through her labia until he touched her clit with it.
Perhaps because it also came as a surprise, but also because the touch of the cock on her clit immediately sent a thousand little lightning bolts shooting through her pelvis,
Marilyn gasped out.
Martin continued to tease her by sliding his cock through her furrow again and again, but making sure that he also hit her pleasure button again and again and let his cock seem to play with it.
And with every contact on her pleasure button, Marilyn let out a sigh, the stimulus that the touch triggered in her was too strong. Marilyn would much rather have felt Martin's sex in hers, but she still enjoyed these games on her pussy. Never would Robert have thought of such a thing.
Robert would never have knelt on the couch opposite her and stroked her or let himself be stroked. No, for Robert there was only lying down, being ridden and squirting into her grotto.
There was never anything more, which might have been difficult for him because he always sailed away into the land of dreams immediately after his climax anyway.
How often had she lain next to him, sometimes really still aroused, and still wanted to have sex with her husband? How often had she disappointedly done it to herself afterwards? And how often had she imagined things and games like she was doing now, knowing full well that it would never happen; at least not with Robert.
And now all that seemed to be changing. Just the knowledge that she was allowed to dream again and could have hope that one or the other fantasy could become reality made her somehow proud, happy and ... greedy for the man beneath her!
And so she took the opportunity when Martin's cock was again right under her opening and let her pelvis drop down.
Instantly the hard, hot tube, which she had previously been able to feel in detail with her hand, plunged into her cavity, widening it, filling it. For a moment she just sat still, enjoying Martin's sex in her grotto and listening to the breathing of her new friend.
Then she began to gleefully circle her pelvis on Martin, feeling the rubbing inside her, being filled. Martin seemed to like this too, as his breathing became deeper, louder. Finally she leaned forward and until their lips met. She lifted her pelvis a little as she did so, which Martin took advantage of to take her deep and hard now.
With a loud clap, he slammed his pelvis against her bottom, driving his cock deep into her wet cave each time.
Their gasps finally turned into moans and then she felt the pulsing in her grotto and the semen that Martin was now pumping into her pussy in several spurts. Martin was too aroused to hold back for long.
But now everything would have been over with her husband again, so she pushed Martin off her, laid her next to her and began to suck gently on her breasts and let his tongue circle over her nipples, while his hand was between her legs again and continued to play on her clit.
And it wasn't a minute before she too felt the contractions inside her and let the waves of pleasure wash over her. And only when her body relaxed again, only then did Martin let himself fall back onto the couch, exhausted.
At first they just lay next to each other breathing heavily. But after a while Marilyn snuggled close to him.
She wrapped one leg over his waist and let her head rest on his shoulders. She couldn't say when she had last felt so content and good and then Martin felt hot tears dripping onto his shoulders.
Almost startled, he turned his head to Marilyn, whose face was now very close to his:
"Is something wrong, have what....?" he asked uncertainly.
"No, no," Marilyn almost couldn't bring herself to say it because a thick lump had lodged in her throat, "I'm just so... so incredibly happy!" and then she just howled.
She just couldn't control herself anymore and a torrent of tears ran down her cheeks and flooded Martin's shoulders, who had put his hand on her head and was gently stroking her, trying to comfort her.
But at that moment, all the frustration, all the disappointment and all the misery she felt had released like an erupting volcano and at the same time released all the pressure inside her.
She couldn't describe the feeling herself, but she couldn't stop crying either...
And yet, it was like a release, a liberation for her.
It took a few minutes to finally calm down again. With her eyes still wet, she propped her head on her arm and looked at Martin.
She tried to make out as much of him as possible in the almost darkness. But there was just enough light for her to see that he was also looking in her direction and still his hand was caressing her head.
At that moment she could have screamed with happiness and contentment.
But when she noticed how tears of joy began to run down her cheeks again, she felt she had to go back to Robert. Suddenly she felt a sense of fear, though she couldn't even have said from what. Something inside her, however, now made her take flight, though she herself did not know why.
In the dark, she crawled over him onto the floor, groping her way to the door.
As she opened the door, she switched on the light: "So you can find your things. Robert doesn't need to see that you were naked here on the couch."
Then she was gone...
And in the end, anyway, everything in this world was forgotten in those moments when he was allowed to hold this woman in his arms. He was in love! Head over heels in love!
And while they continued to kiss intimately, Marilyn began to fiddle with his clothes, undoing his buttons, and piece after piece of his clothing soon lay on the floor, until he too was finally lying naked next to her on the couch.
The blanket had also slipped to the floor in the meantime. Actually, Martin had never been a fan of sex in the dark. He wanted to see the woman, wanted to see her breasts, her sex, but also her face and her facial expressions.
But now it was different. He didn't need a light, he didn't need to see Marilyn properly now, it was enough to recognise the shadowy appearance of this woman in the diffuse light produced by the small lamps of the various electrical appliances. Much more important to him now was feeling, smelling.
He had never caressed a woman in the dark before, but now it was tremendously arousing for him. They were now kneeling opposite each other on the couch, their faces turned towards each other. His hands stroked her breasts, caressing the soft flesh and when his palm touched her erect nipples, he couldn't remember ever feeling them so intensely.
The tips felt almost like little graters, rough and hard. For the first time he also became aware of how uneven a woman's areola was.
Now, as he carefully ran his hands over it, he could clearly feel those little dots. Even as his hands stroked over her belly, he felt every little bump, every little hair.
For him, this feeling, this sensing of another person was completely new and yet exciting. Because at the same time Marilyn's hands were also running over his body, stroking and feeling. And when she then gently stroked his nipples, he felt little flashes of pleasure flow through his body. This too, that he was reacting sensitively here, was new for Martin.
And then one of his hands moved further down Marilyn's body.
He felt the slight bulge of her mons veneris, felt the first tender hairs and was glad that she was not shaved.
Martin liked the frizzy hair between a woman's legs. Sure, everyone had their own taste, but why now suddenly many women almost compulsively shaved their pussy, he did not understand.
But this was not important now. His hand continued between Marilyn's legs and soon he felt the base of her sex and felt the wet, plump labia.
Gently he stroked them, whereupon they opened almost of their own accord, embracing his fingers with warmth and a surprising wetness.
He felt the plump button he quickly found between them. He heard Marilyn suck in the air loudly and her breathing immediately deepened as he continued to stroke her clit.
But Marilyn did not remain idle during this time either. Her hand too had first felt and probed his body and then moved down to his sceptre.
She too had liked what she could feel.
Martin's body was not hard and muscular like that of a bodybuilder, she had also noticed a slight belly bulge, but overall she found this body interesting, and she would have liked to snuggle up to him and this body again.
But she wanted to continue this game, she wanted to feel more of him and give herself and him the time to feel each other completely and in the dark to give herself only to feeling and touching.
But when Martin then found her clit, she too put her hand around his cock, which by now stood hard and steep from his body. Marilyn had never been particularly interested in what a man's penis felt like.
Now, however, she was almost surprised at how she could feel the veins, indeed how many she could feel at all, and that she could even press lightly against them.
Its tip also felt different somehow. If the skin on the shaft was rather rough, the tip seemed smooth and slippery.
She wondered about herself now. She was already of mature age and had never looked at the fine differences so closely, or rather felt them. And it was also surprising to her how arousing it was to explore a man's sex in this way.
And right after Martin lay with his back on the couch, Marilyn crawled over him. Martin reached between Marilyn's legs and placed his cock directly under her pussy. But as Marilyn was about to settle on it, and could just feel the tip of his cock between her labia, Martin pushed his cock forward through her labia until he touched her clit with it.
Perhaps because it also came as a surprise, but also because the touch of the cock on her clit immediately sent a thousand little lightning bolts shooting through her pelvis,
Marilyn gasped out.
Martin continued to tease her by sliding his cock through her furrow again and again, but making sure that he also hit her pleasure button again and again and let his cock seem to play with it.
And with every contact on her pleasure button, Marilyn let out a sigh, the stimulus that the touch triggered in her was too strong. Marilyn would much rather have felt Martin's sex in hers, but she still enjoyed these games on her pussy. Never would Robert have thought of such a thing.
Robert would never have knelt on the couch opposite her and stroked her or let himself be stroked. No, for Robert there was only lying down, being ridden and squirting into her grotto.
There was never anything more, which might have been difficult for him because he always sailed away into the land of dreams immediately after his climax anyway.
How often had she lain next to him, sometimes really still aroused, and still wanted to have sex with her husband? How often had she disappointedly done it to herself afterwards? And how often had she imagined things and games like she was doing now, knowing full well that it would never happen; at least not with Robert.
And now all that seemed to be changing. Just the knowledge that she was allowed to dream again and could have hope that one or the other fantasy could become reality made her somehow proud, happy and ... greedy for the man beneath her!
And so she took the opportunity when Martin's cock was again right under her opening and let her pelvis drop down.
Instantly the hard, hot tube, which she had previously been able to feel in detail with her hand, plunged into her cavity, widening it, filling it. For a moment she just sat still, enjoying Martin's sex in her grotto and listening to the breathing of her new friend.
Then she began to gleefully circle her pelvis on Martin, feeling the rubbing inside her, being filled. Martin seemed to like this too, as his breathing became deeper, louder. Finally she leaned forward and until their lips met. She lifted her pelvis a little as she did so, which Martin took advantage of to take her deep and hard now.
With a loud clap, he slammed his pelvis against her bottom, driving his cock deep into her wet cave each time.
Their gasps finally turned into moans and then she felt the pulsing in her grotto and the semen that Martin was now pumping into her pussy in several spurts. Martin was too aroused to hold back for long.
But now everything would have been over with her husband again, so she pushed Martin off her, laid her next to her and began to suck gently on her breasts and let his tongue circle over her nipples, while his hand was between her legs again and continued to play on her clit.
And it wasn't a minute before she too felt the contractions inside her and let the waves of pleasure wash over her. And only when her body relaxed again, only then did Martin let himself fall back onto the couch, exhausted.
At first they just lay next to each other breathing heavily. But after a while Marilyn snuggled close to him.
She wrapped one leg over his waist and let her head rest on his shoulders. She couldn't say when she had last felt so content and good and then Martin felt hot tears dripping onto his shoulders.
Almost startled, he turned his head to Marilyn, whose face was now very close to his:
"Is something wrong, have what....?" he asked uncertainly.
"No, no," Marilyn almost couldn't bring herself to say it because a thick lump had lodged in her throat, "I'm just so... so incredibly happy!" and then she just howled.
She just couldn't control herself anymore and a torrent of tears ran down her cheeks and flooded Martin's shoulders, who had put his hand on her head and was gently stroking her, trying to comfort her.
But at that moment, all the frustration, all the disappointment and all the misery she felt had released like an erupting volcano and at the same time released all the pressure inside her.
She couldn't describe the feeling herself, but she couldn't stop crying either...
And yet, it was like a release, a liberation for her.
It took a few minutes to finally calm down again. With her eyes still wet, she propped her head on her arm and looked at Martin.
She tried to make out as much of him as possible in the almost darkness. But there was just enough light for her to see that he was also looking in her direction and still his hand was caressing her head.
At that moment she could have screamed with happiness and contentment.
But when she noticed how tears of joy began to run down her cheeks again, she felt she had to go back to Robert. Suddenly she felt a sense of fear, though she couldn't even have said from what. Something inside her, however, now made her take flight, though she herself did not know why.
In the dark, she crawled over him onto the floor, groping her way to the door.
As she opened the door, she switched on the light: "So you can find your things. Robert doesn't need to see that you were naked here on the couch."
Then she was gone...
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