B4B2505-Intense extramarital sex with her beautiful big-breasted girlfriend’s Step mom
Title: “My Secret Indiscretions: An Extramarital Affair”
The doorbell chimed, its shrill ring echoing through the quiet household. I glanced at my wristwatch – 11:35 PM. Far too late for a casual visitor. With a sigh, I rose from the couch and made my way to the entrance. As I swung the door open, my breath caught in my throat. There, illuminated by the porch light, stood my girlfriend’s beautiful stepmother, Sarah. Her ample bosom heaved under her silk robe, and her auburn hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders.
“Sarah? What are you doing here at this hour?” I asked, trying to keep my tone level despite the sudden flutter of nerves in my stomach.
She smiled, a coy tilt of her full, glossy lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, darling. About the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” She licked her lips, stepping closer. “When you stare at these.” Her hands swept down to cup her generous breasts, the thin material of her robe barely concealing the creamy skin and stiff peaks of her nipples.
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. This was wrong, utterly inappropriate. But God, how I wanted her. Wanted to bury my face in her cleavage, to feel those pillowy breasts against my chest as I claimed her mouth with mine…
Sarah closed the distance between us, her perfume – a heady mix of vanilla and musk – enveloping me. “Shh,” she murmured, placing a finger against my lips. “No more talking. Just let me take care of you.”
With that, she sank to her knees, deft fingers unbuckling my belt and lowering my zipper. My cock twitched in anticipation, already half-hard from her brazenness. She tugged my jeans and boxers down, letting them pool around my ankles. Then, with a sultry gaze aimed straight at my groin, she took my shaft in her hand.
“Mmm,” she purred, rubbing the broad head against her cheek. “You’re so big, darling. I’ve been dreaming about this.”
I groaned as she wrapped her lips around the tip, swirling her tongue around it teasingly. My hands fisted in her hair, anchoring her in place as she began to bob her head, taking inch after inch of my rigid length into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Sarah hummed her approval, the vibrations sending tingles of pleasure racing up my spine. She worked me with expert skill, sucking and licking and swallowing me whole, until I was sure I’d burst right then and there.
But she had other plans. Releasing me with a wet pop, she stood and shrugged off her robe. “I want you inside me,” she breathed, pulling me towards the bedroom. “Now.”
Once there, she pushed me onto the bed and straddled my lap, her slick folds grinding against my aching cock. “Fuck me, darling,” she demanded, reaching between us to line me up with her entrance. “Claim me as yours.”
With a feral growl, I thrust up, impaling her on my shaft. She cried out, the sound mixing with my own guttural groan as her tight heat enveloped me. Then she started to move, rising and falling on my cock with abandon, her breasts bouncing hypnotically with each motion.
I gripped her hips, kneading the firm globes as I met her thrust for thrust, driving into her harder, faster, deeper. The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, the headboard pounding against the wall as our coupling grew more frenzied. Sarah raked her nails down my chest, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she ground her clit against me.
“Harder,” she panted, “Fuck me harder! Fill me with your cum!”
I redoubled my efforts, pistoning into her with wild abandon until her walls clamped down around me, her orgasm ripping through her. With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, painting her insides with my seed.
Sarah collapsed atop me, both of us panting and sweat-slicked in the aftermath. “That was…incredible,” she gasped, kissing my neck. “But don’t think we’re done yet, darling. The night is young, and so are we.”
And she was right. That first encounter was only the beginning. Over the coming weeks and months, Sarah and I snuck stolen moments together whenever we could – a quickie in a supply closet during one of my girlfriend’s visits, a sordid rendezvous in the cab of my truck during her lunch break, hot and heavy groping sessions in the dark corners of parties and gatherings.
We became experts at staying one step ahead, always looking for opportunities to satisfy our growing appetites for each other. And satisfy we did, in every way imaginable. Sarah rode me reverse cowgirl in her daughter’s empty bed, my hands on her ass cheeks as I pounded into her from behind. She suckled me under a table during a family dinner while pretending to tie her shoe. We even risked a quick bathroom tryst during aWork Christmas party, giggling and breathless as we ducked inside at the first opportunity.
Yet all the while, we maintained the facade of propriety, polite smiles and banal small talk masking the scorching passion that lay just beneath the surface. It was precarious, exhilarating, addictive. Walking a tightrope of danger and desire, never knowing if our secret would come bursting into the light.
But do you really think I give a damn? The thrill is half the fun. Knowingly cheating on my girlfriend with her stepmother, dipping my cock in forbidden honey. The risk only sweetens the satisfaction, every illicit tumble leaving me craving still more.
So bring it on, life. I’ll take my chances. The die is cast, and I’ll happily see this affair through to the bitter end. Because in the end, releasing pipe in the most enticing, untouchable places is always worth the consequences.
