Lacey put on the finishing touches to her long eye lashes in the bathroom mirror. She took a step back and admired the view she saw, before adhering another coat of lipstick. She smiled to herself, knowing how insanely hot she looked. She did a quick adjustment of her breasts in her very tight, leopard printed bra, tracing her hands down her side. She turned slightly, admiring her small, but plump ass as it stuck out of the matching leopard print thong. Beneath the thong, black leggings led up her smooth, milky white skin.
She exited the bathroom and set the mood in the bedroom, dimming the night stand lamps and making sure the room had the perfect, sexy vibe. A spritz of perfurme over the bed was a nice final touch. She wanted tonight to be perfect.
Pete had once again gone away on business, which made tonight special in Lacey's mind, and something she had been very much looking forward to. It had been a long, lonely few days, and she needed attention. Looking like she did, she didn't imagine it'd be any issue.
As she adjusted the covers on the bed, she heard the front door and perked up. He was here. She took one last glance in the mirror. She couldn't believe how far she had come in the past few years. The past few months she had really began to buy into what a hot piece she was, and it made her smile devilishly. She grabbed the robe on the floor next to the bathroom and quickly put it on, tying the front. She wanted to surprise him. The best gifts were always wrapped.
Lacey walked out of the bedroom, her stomach slightly nervous, as it always was. She approached the stairs and looked down to see the man she had been waiting for.
"You shouldn't leave the door unlocked, its not safe," Sean smiled from below. He had come from work which always made Lacey ridiculously hot. His fireman shirt hugged his muscular body tightly.
"Well I guess its good that I have a big, strong fireman here to protect little old me," Lacey said in her sultry tone, as she descended the stairs.
"I guess so," Sean smiled up, his mind racing on what must be waiting for him underneath Lacey's robe.
Lacey approached the hulking man standing in her living room and leaned up, kissing his lips softly.
"Did you park down the road?" she asked.
"I always do," Sean said between kisses.
"Good boy," she said pulling away.
"Then you get a treat," Lacey said softer, as she untied her robe, dropping it in front of Sean.
Sean smiled to himself, impressed with her lingerie covered body. He never tired of seeing the sexy redhead in lingerie, and especially never grew tired of the dirty acts that followed.
Sean walked towards her, kissing her harder, as his hands slid down her smooth sides. He grabbed her ass before giving it a slight spank.
"Lead the way, Lace," Sean said with a smirk.
Lacey took his hand and started to walk up the stairs. Her tight ass swayed in her leopard print thong. She turned back to watch Sean, and gave him an equally naughty smirk as they ascended the stairs.
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It had been 3 months since the BBQ where Sean and Lacey had their rendezvous in the guest bathroom. Lacey had watched in the mirror of her own home, the home her husband had bought with her, as Sean Phillips pounded her from behind. The voices of the party guests, including that of her own husband, were heard by both Lacey and Sean as she was fucked over the bathroom counter. The session didn't last long, but it ended on a slightly familiar note. After Lacey came, she dropped to her knees to watch Sean stroke his thick cock over her makeup smeared face. It didn't take Sean long to cum over her face, and watch it slide down her neckline.
Sean watched with glee as the married woman cleaned herself up, adjusting her wrinkled clothes and disheveled hair before telling him to let her leave first.
He was even more filled with glee as he later left the party, and shook Pete's hand. Pete was slightly drunk and quite insistent that Sean and them get together again soon. Sean agreed wholeheartedly with those plans as he eyed Pete's wife. Her tits slightly red around the edge of her blouse, where Sean had sucked on them furiously as they rummaged around in the bathroom upstairs. Lacey eyed him intensely, thinking fondly of how his hands had rubbed all over her nude body several times these past few days.If Pete wasn't there, she wasn't sure she could stop herself from jumping him once again.
It only took a week before Sean got a seemingly innocuous text message from Lacey that read "Hey". The conversation started friendly, but by the end of it, Lacey mentioned wanting to hang out again sometime soon. Sean didn't waste anytime telling her a time and place.
Lacey stopped by Sean's apartment a few days later after her visit to the gym. She had on her short workout shorts and a tank top, and was worried her sweaty and makeup less face might turn Sean off. After debating herself in the car on what she should do, she decided that she had already crossed the point of no return, and eagerly walked up the stairs of his apartment.
Sean opened the door, and wasted no time. There would be no flirting or build up, instead he grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. They both knew exactly what hanging out entailed, and this hang out session involved Lacey on her back, her pale legs spread wide apart. Sean humped on top of her furiously as she rubbed his torso.
The next session had an even quicker turnaround time. Lacey once again, in what would quickly become a routine, came over to Sean's apartment after a weekday gym visit a few days later. They fucked in multiple positions in multiple rooms. On her way out the door, Sean's stamina continued to impress Lacey, as their kiss goodbye quickly turned into a full make out session, and ended with Sean holding her up against the door as he pounded relentlessly. Lacey giggled and moaned with glee as she was held up effortlessly, and her ass pounded against the door as if Sean was trying to knock her through.
Over the course of the next few months, Lacey made many visits to Sean's apartment. His work schedule often gave him days off in the middle of the week, and Lacey was happy to oblige passing the time with him, as their humping, naked bodies sweated profusely over each other.
Lacey had long since dropped her "only a one time fling" attitude, and had fully embraced that her and Sean were having a full fledged, addictive affair. She had come to grips that this was very slutty and wrong, but the guilty feeling faded each time Sean would fuck her.
Sean didn't last long with his girlfriend, and there were other girls he dated during his affair with Lacey, but none lasted. He found sex with Lacey completely addicting, and the thrill of pounding her from behind as he glanced at her large wedding ring gripping his bed sheet never got old.
When he wasn't with Lacey, he would often peruse photos of her social media, and see her and Pete smiling with each other. It turned him on to see photos of Lacey in her other life, knowing what he was able to get her to do in her private life. He felt like her fantasy, and it was addicting.
He would see a picture of her with Pete and the caption "Saturday date night", wearing a red dress that showed ample cleavage. Sean's mind raced to the week before when Pete was out of town. Lacey wore the same low cut dress to his apartment after dinner with her friend. The dress laid out in his bedroom floor as Lacey rubbed her massive, sweaty tits around Sean's glistening cock. She egged him on about how his cock didn't get lost in her tits like her husbands, and moaned uncontrollably as Sean shot a large load over them.
A picture of them at brunch, with the caption "Brunch after Sunday service with this beautiful lady". Lacey wore a conservative dress that hid her unbelievable body. The week before, Lacey moaned unholy things that surely no amount of church could abstain, as his hand smacked her ass repeatedly. She called herself a dirty slut as Sean fucked the absolute shit out of her.
A photo of them at a brewery, with Lacey in casual clothes. The day prior, she wore lingerie in Sean's apartment in the middle of the afternoon. Her turquoise bra and thong practically glued to her pale, white body. She dropped to her knees with intense eye contact and began to slowly suck Sean's massive member. He watched her red lips slide up and down slowly, relishing each inch of him like she was an addict. His hand ran through her red hair as she slurped and gagged. Saliva trails left her lips when she came up for air. Sean pulsated in her mouth as she swallowed all of his cum.
A photo of them at a work event. Pete had no idea mere minutes prior, Lacey had excused herself to the restroom where she sent a photo of removed tits, followed quickly by her dress hiked up, her hand grabbing her tight ass. She returned to wine and dine with her husband as Sean furiously jerked off to her illicit photos. It made her feel confident, slutty, empowered, knowing an extremely hot firefighter was jacking off to her tits and ass as she embraced her husband.
On rarer occasions when Pete was out of town, Lacey found the courage to have Sean visit her. She would have him park down the road to avoid suspicion, and they would have wild, hot sex all around their home. Being at home gave her more of an opportunity to dress up in sexy lingerie, and Sean was more than happy to oblige. The first few visits, Lacey avoided her marital bedroom out of some misguided sense of loyalty that had long since passed her. They would fuck on her couch, the spare bedroom, and on one occasion Sean visited her after work and fucked her while she was bent over her kitchen table.
