Affair

His arms wrapped around my body from behind, trapping me in his strong grasp.

“You’ve done nothing but tease me all night, you’ve got my cock so hard for you, can you feel it”

He pushed himself into my ass, and just as he said, he was as hard as a rock. 

“You strut around in that tight little fucking dress, bending down in front of me, letting me see this tight damp cunt”

He slid his hand between my legs, cupping my womanhood. I didn’t have underwear on, he knew that already, as he said I’d made a point of showing him throughout the night. He shoved my legs forward, till I was just next to the window overlooking the party below. 

“Can you see them?”

He whispered in my ear. Why was that so fucking hot? My eyes searched for the two people I knew he meant. My husband Charlie, and his wife Elisa. I found them both, talking together by the bar. 

“Yes”

I replied in a strangled voice, he still had a vice like grip around my body, he seemed afraid to let go, like I would, or could, walk away now. 

“Do you like looking at him, with my hand on you like this?”

His fingers began to fumble around, sliding gently inside my already plump pussy lips. 

“Soaking”

He whispered again, the pulse in my clit making my body jolt. The pad of his thumb circled my bundle of nerves.

“Look at him laughing, he has no idea I have 3 fingers inside his mrs”

He plunged 3 fingers inside me, I cried out in utter carnality. 

“Look at him, don’t look away, keep your eyes on him as you come, and tell me…”

He sped up the assault on my cunt, finger fucking me with vigour. I was crying out unashamedly, feeling him drawing my climax so easily from my body. His mouth was right against my ear as he spoke.

“…does he make you come like this?”

My entire body braced itself for an almighty orgasm. My belly seized up, my hole sucking his fingers inside like trying to get the last dregs out of a straw in a drink. The feeling was glorious, but nothing compared to the feeling of him yanking out his fingers and sinking his thick cock deep inside my still twitching orrofice. 

The noise I made was like a strangled hyena, I’m surprised nobody below could hear me. I leaned back against his chest, his penis bending inside me, we were both struggling to hold on. 

“Your turn, look at her, how would she feel seeing you bent inside me like this, just a couple of moves…”

Both of us gasped as I pushed down onto him a few times.

“…we’d both be coming. Look at her while you fuck me hard”

He bent me forward and slammed into me almost painfully hard. I fucking loved it, I wanted it, I needed it.

“Screw me, make me scream”

He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my hip bones, as he used me, taking from me what he wanted. I was putty in his hands. His cock pushed me towards and over into oblivion.

“Does she let you fuck her like this?”

I asked, as he slammed into me again and again, grunting like a man possessed. 

“Never”

He cried out as I felt his thick cream spurt deep inside me. The warmth of his sticky come hitting my g spot set off another mind splintering orgasm. I stood back up, watching all the faces below us, all unaware of our joint pleasure. Especially Charlie and Elisa, it turned us both on more to see them just oblivious to this indiscretion. 

This was the first time we’d become properly intimate, we’d never had full sex before, now we’d crossed that line, there was no going back. And as he kept a tight grip around my waist, his cock dying inside me, we both felt it, this was the start of something we’d both denied ourselves for years. His hand slid over my stomach, making me jump. My insides squeezing him.

“Your so sensitive”

I could hear the smile on his face. I hated he did this to me, he knew his touch drove me crazy, and he loved it, in an annoyingly cocky way. 

“All I know is, I belong here”

He pushed forward and I was suddenly speared onto him, stiff again, he began to fuck me, his hands holding my shoulders, my hands gripping onto the window sill in front of me. My head almost popping out the window with each inward thrust. My pussy was raw and swollen as once again he had me coming on him as he sprayed my insides with his baby batter. 

He pulled out straight away this time, spinning me to face him. We locked eyes, and silently agreed this was the start, not the end of something. As his lips took mine, and his hands gripped my naked backside, I felt the shift in our relationship. We were now in an actual affair. No more quick fingerings or hand jobs, sex, we now had sex, and I was already wondering when we could do this again.