Sneaking in the dark

Sneaking in the dark Sneaking in the dark

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Bored with my life for inexplicable reasons. I decide to do something about it.

Summary

Bored with my life for inexplicable reasons. I decide to do something about it.

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Submitted: October 24, 2015

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Submitted: October 24, 2015

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I got off the lift and stopped by an ugly looking fern to catch my breath. Fuck what am I doing here? I still can't understand it. I'm happy or at least I think I am. Doting hubby still revelling in our first two years of marriage as I should be and a beautiful little girl that I worship. I love them both, but that still doesn't explain why I'm here. 

I've asked myself the same question for months. Pained over the ridiculousness of my self inflicted guilt. Why do it? It started as a friendly email then after a few months of those it turned into texts. No phone calls as of yet but I know we're on the cusp of it. Just as I know that I'm swimming in dangerous waters. 

It's Stella's fault. My single bestie and I stupidly helped her set up her dating profile from an advertisement I'd seen one day. "There's no harm in it" I'd said. How stupid of me. I'm living the dangers that come with temptation. 

I took a deep breath and started walking towards his room. He booked it. We both know what we want. It might be the biggest mistake of my life but I have to do this. I have to see him. I've seen his picture but I need to meet him and at least explain if necessary. But just the thought of that gorgeous smile, those swirly brown eyes and his perfect face makes me doubt myself. 

Fuck it! Another deep breath and I'm actually outside the door. Without anymore hesitation I knock and it opens, but the room is in darkness as the door spookily swings open. 

"Err....hello? Tyler...are you there?" I called out as I took baby steps into the darkened room. Once again the axe murderer scenario comes into play. The reason Stella chose not to continue with her profile in case she gets chopped up by a psychopath. Little does she know that I fired up her profile and used her to quench this inexplicable thirst within me. Now I'm thinking she might have been right. 

I yelped as the door slammed shut and someone wrapped their arms around me. 

"Shhhhhh..." The whisper came soothingly into my ear as his warm breath cloaked my cheek. My heart hammered into my chest and I couldn't talk. I know this situation is off. Somethings not right, but damn those hands. I bit my lip as they glided up my arms to my breasts. Squeezing them over the slinky material of my dress making my breathing hitch. 

"Is that you Tyler?" I asked breathlessly feeling stupid and desperate now. Of course the psycho axe murderer is going to say yes. But a small part of me really wanted it to be him, for it to be true and those wonderful talks to be real. 

"Mmmmm" he grunted down my ear before running his tongue along the edge of it. Oh fuck! I don't care if it isn't him. That tongue feels good. Another thing I've learned about myself, I guess I'm a slut. 

He pressed himself right up against me making my head spin. I feel drunk and haven't had a drop. He hitched up my dress and started rubbing the lace of my thong. I felt my inner goddess waking up as he groaned slightly at the feel if my wetness. "That's for you baby" I purred as I turned my head and kissed him. Letting my tongue dance with his and enjoying the taste of him. Sweet mint. 

I reached behind me and my legs damn near gave out as I realised that he was naked and more than ready for me. I ran my thumb over his slit and spread that delicious precum out. He did exactly the same between my thighs. Sweeping my nectar from my juicy smile to my clit. I moaned as his fingers stroked me expertly. I tried not to lose focus and started to work his shaft. Closing my hand around it and playing him like my favourite instrument. Back and forth. Fuck I love that sound, that friction, the grunts of appreciation. 

Within seconds he had me up against the wall and was on his knees. I want his cock but he's got other ideas. That thong I agonised over for hours was torn away in one heated instant and his gorgeous face buried to my begging cunt. He gripped my thighs as they rested on his shoulders and I pushed my tits together feeling so horny I could melt right here. I plan to melt straight into his mouth anyway. I rolled my hips and fucked his face in a mad frenzy wanting every bit of it. The sucking, the licking, the feel of his nose and chin against my throbbing lips, it was all magic. 

He's like a hungry beast as he devours me. Stiffening his tongue and fucking me with it. I pulled my hair in sweet agony as my legs squashed his head. Good lord he's hungry for it. Within seconds I was draining into him, going off like a rogue firework. My whole body shuddered as his mouth guzzled my sweet juices. He was gorging so hard I had to grip his head to keep from falling to the ground. Gripping his hair, pulling chunks of it in my hands. Wait...does he have hair? My mind cast to the picture he'd sent. My sex filled brain was putting it together slowly, but he had other ideas. 

Next thing I know I'm on all fours squeezing the carpet as he rammed himself into me. All sense gone. Fuck sense, what's it ever done for me anyway? 
Wet sex filled my ears as his body smashed into mine. The carpet's burning my knees but I don't care. That beautiful friction is more then welcome right now. I pushed off the floor into every thrust. I want to feel him fill every spare inch of me, want my tight walls to milk his cock. 

He moved one hand from my hip and started to strum my clit like a rock star on his guitar. "Fuck yeah!! Oh shit I'm gonna cum....stop....I...I can't....oh..." I screamed as my pussy closed around him in ecstasy. Twice, fucking twice! It's been a lifetime since I came twice. 

I kneeled breathless as he continued to pummel into me like a mad man. This man is my god and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world in that moment. All I want now is his cream. I want to feel it dripping out of me and down my legs. Lord knows I'm gonna feel his cock for the next few days. 

Seconds later he pulled out if me and squirted his seed all over my slit and arse cheeks. There must be a bucket load of the stuff and I couldn't help but sneak a taste as I ran my finger around my opening. I sucked on it like an ice lolly as I collapsed on the floor. He lay on top of me panting as he rested his head on my stomach.  Silence. Nothing but breathing from our moment of stolen madness. 

I stroked his head feeling giddy, lust filled and spent. I tweaked a lock of his hair between my fingers. He styles it as I can feel the remnants of wax on my fingertips. I smiled at the newest fact about my lover. I imagined those beautiful brown eyes and wished I could look in them right now. 

My eyes widened and my breathing stopped as my earlier thoughts came back with a bang. Tyler had a shaved head in the picture he sent. I tried to console myself with the fact that maybe it was an old picture, but I'm sure he'd said it was fairly recent on a night out. I shook my head. Who am I to judge really? But the words left my mouth before I knew they were going to. "You're not Tyler are you?" 

"I'm sorry Stella..." He said after a few strained moments of silence. He's stiffened in my arms at my question, but his answer damn near gave me a heart attack. No. It can't be. 

I felt him move and knew he was about to reveal himself. Only now I don't want to see. I lay there. Frozen in time as the room filled with light and my worst fears were realised. Standing looking just as stunned is my loving husband. 

We never spoke for some time. I lay there and he ran his hands through his hair like he always does when he's stressed. It was when he had the nerve to ask me what I was thinking that I lost it. This prick just tried to meet up with my best friend for sex and worse still, fool her into it. Stella would never do that to me and he knows that. 

Weirdly I was disappointed not for his betrayal, but for the fact that Tyler was fake. I opened up to him. He understood me. Tears filled my eyes as my self loathing kicked in. John was by me in seconds being the man I fell for all over again. We both broke down in tears at our hopeless situation. It turns out he's just as confused as me and struggling with it. Stella could be anyone according to him. He's done it with one stranger before but craved some familiarity. So he found Stella and tried to desperately sort his inexplicable void. He's as hungry for it as me. Chasing that thrill and I can only guess that's why he didn't recognise my voice in all his excitement. I certainly didn't click even as he grunted into me as he's done millions of times before. 

"We're both as fucked up as one another!" I laughed but didn't feel amused. I winced as he mentioned the dreaded word that neither of us wants. Divorce. I shook my head and was instantly uplifted by the relief on his face. He looks beaten. "Does this mean we're over though?" He asked gloomily. 

I thought about it for a second and felt that fight I was missing before. I want him, my hubby. I stroked his face and smiled weakly. "It means we work it out..." I sighed and he seemed to like that. Then I couldn't help the grin. "It definitely means we're expanding our horizons in the bedroom. Not Stella but I'm game to invite a few others if you are?" 

Needless to say the smirk on his face told me that we're going to be fine. 


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