01-02-2022, 04:26 PM
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.
"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.
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