Disclaimer: This is a story in which a fictional character cheats on his wife. If you find this sort of thing offensive, I recommend not reading any further. You have been warned, so please don't send me feedback or post comments telling me how wrong it is for men to cheat. This is fiction. Although Leylin is based on a real person, to the author's knowledge she has never actually engaged in illicit sexual activities with a married man.
Note: If you haven't already, read Layin' Leylin Ch. 01 - 03, which are prequels to this story.
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The heavy curtains did a good job of keeping the sunlight out so we slept well and relatively late the next morning. I know I woke briefly a few times during the night but would reach over and feel that Leylin was there then fall right back to sleep. The only time I didn't fall back to sleep was when I felt her climb back into bed, presumably after a trip to the bathroom, then felt her hot mouth engulf my cock. She was kneeling beside me, leaning over to suck my cock so, after just enjoying it for a moment, I had her swing herself around so we could sixty-nine. It may have been light outside by that point but in the room it was still too dark for me to admire her trim bush looming over me so I just started lapping at her slit, causing her to moan around my cock. Her juices were flowing, which wasn't surprising, but it did make me wonder whether she'd started sucking my cock because she was already worked up or if she got worked up this much already because she was sucking my cock.
Either way, I slurped up those juices while she applied her oral skills as we pushed each other toward yet another orgasm. I slipped a finger into her and redirected my tongue to her clit, not necessarily trying to push her there faster, just wanting to make sure I was providing her with as much pleasure as I was feeling. As usual, her cocksucking was stellar and I was actually thinking I might be spewing into her mouth before she started cumming. The quiet within the room was broken only by an occasional slurping as we were both focused on providing and receiving pleasure. I finally got to the point where I had to let my head drop back momentarily and just appreciate the approach of my orgasm. I continued sliding my finger in and out of her hot, wet pussy as I relished the feel of her mouth sliding up and down my shaft while she pumped the base with her hand. I let out a loud moan when I started spewing into her mouth while she swallowed my load and continued to suck me off.
Once I was spent and she'd let my cock fall from her mouth, I was already back to licking and sucking her clit while continuing to finger her. She needed my cock to vacate her mouth so that she could start moaning steadily. Not that she wasn't feeling any pleasure while sucking my cock but, now that she was solely focused on herself, she was expressing herself freely. I liked that she didn't retain the required behavior from our office encounters and, in fact, seemed to be extra expressive to make up for having the freedom to do so. I also liked that she didn't leave me wondering whether I was having the intended effect on her. I didn't switch things up since my standard technique seemed to be working, as it typically did, and she was soon tensing up in anticipation of her orgasm. Once it hit her, she relaxed and her body shook as she let out a cry of pleasure. I slipped my finger from her pussy and slurped up the increased flow of juices while still lapping at her clit until she moved off of me. She flopped down beside me and pressed her naked body against mine.
"It sucks that we have to leave today," she finally said, "but I can't even tell you how happy I am that you invited me. This has been so incredible."
"I agree," I replied, "and I'm glad that you were able to make it. I don't know if we'll ever get another chance like this so it's awesome that we could take advantage of it."
"Of course there's still one thing that we need to do since we haven't yet," she stated.
"Shower together?" I asked.
"You got it," she replied. We lay around for a bit longer, just enjoying the opportunity to do so since it was the first morning that I could. When we headed into the bathroom, Leylin got the shower going as I peed then I followed her in. I watched the water cascading over her succulent breasts, over her light brown stomach and into her trim, dark bush as she wet herself down and could feel my spent cock reviving. We switched places and, as I wet myself down, she grabbed the body wash. She gave us each a generous handful and we started to lather each other up. Naturally, my hands went right to her tits, soaping up the soft, smooth flesh and her hard, dark nipples. She reached for my cock, bringing it to full rigidity while soaping it and my balls. We did ultimately wash the rest of each other, not just our favorite parts, but we were well worked up by the time we were rinsing off the lather. Her pussy did get a few licks as I washed her legs just as my balls got tongued as she washed mine.
"Sex in the shower or out?" she asked, once we were completely rinsed.
"When do you think we'll have another opportunity for sex in the shower?" I asked.
"Good point," she replied and turned away from me, bracing herself against the wall. There really aren't a whole lot of ways to safely and comfortably have sex in the shower but I was perfectly content to take her from behind even though we did this often just out of necessity back at the office. At least I was practiced at it so I easily guided my cock into her then held her hips as I started to fuck her. She immediately started moaning and pushing back against my long, slow thrusting. Once I had a good rhythm going, I slipped my hands up to cup her swinging breasts, feeling her hard nipples against my palms. Her moans were echoing through the small, tiled room, leaving no question that she was on her way to another orgasm. Of course I could also tell just by how hot and wet her pussy was when I slipped into her and how it continued to become even more so.
As I hefted her tits in my hands and felt the soft, smooth flesh, I decided that, if I wasn't too close myself by the time she came, I was going to soap them up again and fuck them. Fucking her tits had always been outstanding but I had to think that, wet and soapy, it would feel even better. I'm not sure if thinking about it made my cock harder but it may have as she started pushing back harder. Rather than trying to match her pace, I left it to her and just gave an additional thrust each time her ass hit my hips. Her moans were increasing in pitch and duration and her pussy was feeling even hotter and more slippery. My orgasm was continuing to build due to the incredibly pleasurable feel of her pussy but there was still a very good chance she'd be cumming before I did. When she shoved backwards and just held there, my assumption was confirmed. She started shaking and I ended up moving my hands down from her tits to her waist just in case she needed support. Her legs did continue to support her but, when I was sure she'd finished cumming, I slipped out of her.
"Can you grab that body wash?" I asked before she straightened up.
"You are just full of surprises," she replied as she reached for it, "What do you have in mind now?"
