I didn't know what to say. I love my wife -- I love our kids. I love Alli and Mark, and their kids. I was so torn inside. Deep down I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her dirty right there. I was imagining holding her afterwards in my arms, naked (which isn't allowed in Mormonism according to some sites you can read online), and then tenderly exploring her body in a way I'm sure she hasn't had before. I wanted to make love to her as deeply and as passionately as I do my own wife.
"Alli..." I said quietly, "...I...can we talk about this later?"
"Sure. I better go see what Mark is doing in the other room."
I finished what I needed to do online then went out to see Mark. We got started on the yard work and didn't say much the entire day. I couldn't stop thinking about Alli, her petit little figure -- her round, soft face; the highlights in her hair drove me wild. I'm surprised Mark didn't notice the boner I was sporting all day. I tried to avoid looking at her, but I swear every time I did she would give me this sensual look as if to try to tease me. When she brought us food she'd give me a sort of wink and a nod with a lick of the lips.
I went home that evening to my wife Susan and made passionate love with her when our two boys were asleep. We did it more that evening than we had since when we were engaged. We made love, fucked, sucked, and I otherwise destroyed her pussy that night. I couldn't get enough, all the while imagining Alli as we did it. And as we did fuck and I looked down and saw Alli, I smiled, kissed her passionately, then rammed my cock into her until she cried out in pain and pleasure. Her pussy clinched on like I was getting a hand job and she came all over my dick as I unleashed the third load of the evening into her pussy. She was absolutely sopping wet, and kind enough to clean me off with her mouth when we were done before rolling over and going to sleep.
Later that week, Alli and I met to go over some landscaping details over coffee. As I sat outside the Starbucks, I debated whether or not I should go in to see her. I knew I was being tempted and I didn't think I could control myself. Being alone with her meant I could lose control. We sat and sipped coffee for a few minutes before she brought up our conversation from earlier in the week. I immediately started blushing, but she was very forwarded. She explained to me that she loved Mark tremendously and was very happy with him, but she felt she needed to please a man sexually, as if it were some sort of duty. She was sure to not insult my wife, insisting that she could tell that my wife was doing a good job but a little extra didn't hurt.
"So," she began, "I have time now. We're going back to my place."
I lost it. I had a raging hard-on and would have followed her to the end of the earth -- naturally it seems that was the same place we were heading -- to their house.
We arrived quietly, entered through the garage door without speaking. I followed her into the house, without making a noise, back to the bedroom. Once in the master bedroom, she turned to me and gave me a fierce look of passion. I grabbed her hips and pulled them towards me quickly, joining hers with mine as I moved in to secure my first passionate kiss of infidelity. As we began kissing the lust was building and we anxiously attempted to strip the clothing off of each other. Her hands fumbled with my jeans and mine with her sexy skirt and blouse. As I pulled her blouse over her head, it became caught on her nose giving me complete control of her arms and revealing her very supple breasts, being held in place by a wonderfully simple white bra. With her arms under my control I moved towards her, pinning her against the wall. Still blinded, she let out lustful moans, knowing she was under my control. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths, with our spit mixing and creating a warming sensation in my mouth. I finished pulling off her blouse and looked at her face. It was angelic. Her hair had that "fuck me now" look -- still made up but slightly askew from being ruffled -- and I did my best.
I took reached down and grabbed her ass, lifting her light frame onto mine and carried her to the bed, her skirt still around her form. I hiked it up her thighs and spread her legs as I climbed on top. Looking her in the eyes I said sweetly to her, "I've always loved you. Take my gift." She smiled as she knew what I was talking about. Her legs opened and the head of my cock touched the sweet warmth of her pussy lips, which were salivating with delight at the prospect of being invaded by my manhood. I moved the tip up and down to drive her wild a bit and to lubricate myself before slipping into her velvety canal.
It was unlike my wife's pussy -- unlike anything I had had before. My wife wasn't loose, but after two kids and a lot of fucking it didn't feel anything like this. Alli's petit frame also lent itself to having a small, tight pussy, even after two kids of her own. It struggled to stretch to receive my size, and she let out sighs of delight at trying to please me. As I slowly thrust back and fourth, I could feel my cum building. The fact that I was fucking her was fulfilling many fantasies of mine -- infidelity, fucking someone new, fucking someone's wife, and fucking Alli -- I couldn't hold back. I looked her in beautiful eyes, gave her a sweet kiss of passion and told her I loved here again before unleashing an epic load of hot cum into her pussy. I slowly thrust in and out as I moaned, attempting to spill as much of my seed into her fertile grounds as possible before retreating. As I was cumming, I heard her gasp for air and close her eyes as her insides grasped onto my cock as if to give it a handjob and acquire every last drop of my seed.
I pulled myself out of her warmth, now slathered in our mixed juices, and laid next to her. She took her skirt off, slid down me and removed the remainder of my clothes before licking up our juices from my cock. When she was finished, she cuddled close to me. We stared into each other's eyes for a long time before drifting off to sleep, not worrying in the slightest about what was to become of our indiscretion. All we knew at this point was that we had just had the most mind blowing love making of our young lives.
