Hi, I'm Kell. I'm 32 and I'm married. My husband is at home with our kids so I can have a long-over-due night out. I go out with some friends at 7pm and while talking and playing darts, we get overly drunk pretty quick. Somehow I end up at Jake's house just before 11pm. His wife is gone, so we're alone. There's an autumn storm brewing outside, and the rain is falling hard. I should go, but I can't. I'm drawn to stay, drawn to him. We're in the kitchen, standing by the "island". We share a few more drinks, some laughs and flirting, and talk. Normal, everyday talk.
As lightning flashes, Jake leans in and kisses me. Tentative, as if judging my reaction. As drunk as I am, my reaction is shock. That shock opens my mouth just enough for his tongue to enter. Hot, thick & wet, his tongue dances around my mouth, teasing mine. As the thunder rolls across the sky, I'm frozen. Scared. Drunk enough that I kiss back. Damn, he can kiss! Suddenly, I'm up against a wall, Jake's body pressed against mine! We kiss for what feels like hours. Our arms twist around each other's body, our hands are all over each other. I'm breathless as we finally part.
Only to take a deep breath and find myself going under again. Drowning in those kisses. His big, warm hands on my body, calming, caressing, convincing. His lips so giving, so demanding. As my mind begins to betray me, my body already has. The joy, the absolute pleasure! Oh Yes! ... NO! I have to stop!
"Jake," I say breathlessly into his mouth. "Stop, we can't."
"Yes, we can." He's breathing hard too. "Dee's gone, we're here alone. I know you want me Kell. I've seen it." As he puts my hand on his chest, I feel the rapid beating of his heart beneath my fingers. It beats in time with my own. I look into his eyes.
"Jake, Charles will never understand. He'd leave me. I may be drunk, but I'm not that drunk! Charles would kill us both!"
Jake's hands are on my waist, slowly sliding up into my sweater. I feel his skin on mine. I jump from the "zap" of heat.
"You feel that too Kell, I know you do. You want me just as much as I want you. No one will ever know, I swear!" His hands move to my breasts, his thumbs sliding over my now hard nipples.
Oh god, it feels so good! I've always been attracted to him. Dee knew, and she encouraged me. She knew he wanted me. She and I often spoke of "swapping" husbands, jokingly of course. But she had mentioned wanting to watch me with Jake. They had done "swinging" before. So I knew she wouldn't mind. But Charles would! He'd hate me!
My mind is racing...Jake's hands feel SO good, but I can't! I have to leave! Charles. Charles...Charles is not here, he'll never know! My treacherous mind is giving in, just like my body did long minutes ago. Jake's lips are on my neck, kissing, sucking; his thumbs on my bra-covered nipples, rubbing. I moan softly. Oh god, I'm only human!
"Ja-ke," I moan, "Mmm, that feels soo good! Jake we can't. Mmmm, oooooJake." My moans become pleading. My hands are in his hair.
"You like that Kell, I know you do." He reaches the clasp between my breasts and adeptly "snaps" it open with one hand. My 40C breasts are now free. Jake lifts my sweater and suckles my nipples.
Unable to stop, I moan softly, "Hhmmmm, yeah. More." As I lift my arms, Jake removes my sweater completely. It falls softly to the floor. Bringing my arms down, he slides off the bra. As it lands on my sweater, he pulls off his own shirt. Then he returns to my nipples. His chest is bare, just how I like it. I run my hands on his chest, toying with his nipples as he sucks mine. I hear him gasp. I flick his nipples with my long nails; he groans against my nipples, nipping at them with his teeth. I gasp!
"Jake, you're getting me wet! Stop!"
"Kell, you've got me rock hard! No way!"
Sliding his hands down to my belt, Jake unbuckles it, then unzips and removes my tight, white mini-skirt. He grins at what he sees. Thigh-hi nylons with a black lace garter belt, and a snug black silk thong. I was "dressed to impress", and he was impressed!
"Oh Kell, what have we here?" As he spreads my legs, Jake slides a hand over my silk covered puss. "Kell, you weren't lying, you Are wet," he groans into my neck. He leans back, watching me.
As I moan he rubs his hand over the silk again and again. My hands pressed against the wall, my hips are pumping into him.
"Jake, ohhh, please!" I'm begging, not sure what for. More? Stop?
Jake stops, and takes my hand. Grabbing our clothes he leads me to his room. His huge bed is in the center. Closing and locking the door, Jake drops the clothes and begins kissing me again. He takes my hands and wraps them around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.
With one hand, I sink my fingers in his hair, with the other, I run my long nails up and down his back. As I hear him hiss an intake of air, I know he's sensitive. I do it again. Moans.
"Kell, that's NOT a way to convince me to stop!" he groans.
"It's not?" I ask demurely, huskily. "What's it doing to you Jake?" I'm moaning into his mouth with each kiss. Lost in pleasure.
"You know damn well what it's doing to me Kell! I'm trying to take it slow. Keep that up and I'll ravage you!" As if to teach me a lesson, he steals a rough kiss, bruising my lips.
I'm gasping as he breaks the kiss. Not done, he leans down and grabs my nipple in his teeth, I arch my back and push my breasts closer to him, moaning. We're breathing heavy.
A hand slides down and rubs the very damp silk that lies between my legs. "Jake, ooohhhh"
Slowly guiding us towards the bed, Jake keeps rubbing me, kissing me again, sweetly this time. I'm so wet. As he sits me on the bed, he pulls away. Gently laying me back, Jake gets on his knees in front of me. He places my feet up on the edge of the bed. I feel the silk slide away. I feel Jake's hot breath on my just-shaved lips. I feel him spread my lips and blow lightly onto my clit, his hot breath exciting me. I sink my fingers into his hair as I grab his head, pumping my hips closer to him. He reaches his free hand up and pinches my nipple!
