UNFAITHFUL: You run into Mewslut while running through the park, ask her out! (POV) – Mewslut

As I strolled through the park, minding my own business and enjoying the refreshing breeze against my skin, I locked eyes with him. His piercing gaze sent shivers down my spine, triggering a flood of forbidden fantasies. It had been so long since I’d felt that spark, that exhilarating sense of naughtiness that comes with betraying my husband’s trust. And yet, here I was, open to a new adventure.

“Hey there,” he said with a disarming smile that made my heart flutter. “Beautiful day for a run, isn’t it?”

I grinned back, feeling my inhibitions melting away with each word. “Indeed it is. Say, why don’t you join me? I could use some company.”

His eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. “Gladly.”

As we jogged side by side, I couldn’t help but steal glances at his toned physique, the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt. The temptation to touch, to explore, grew with each passing minute.

We found a secluded spot beneath a large oak tree, its leaves whispering secrets in the wind. Without a word, I pulled him close, my lips crashing against his in a passionate kiss. He responded eagerly, his hands roaming over my curves.

“Mmm, you’re quite the eager little minx, aren’t you?” he murmured between kisses.

I moaned softly, my legs trembling with anticipation. “You have no idea.”

He grinned, pushing me gently against the tree trunk. “Let’s change that.”

His hands roamed higher, caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. I gasped, arching into his touch, desperate for more.

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, his fingers hooking into my yoga pants. He yanked them down, exposing my soaked panties. With a wicked smirk, he buried his face between my thighs, inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, you smell divine,” he groaned, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, guiding him closer, craving his touch. He obliged, his tongue swirling around my clit, teasing me with glancing licks. I writhed against the tree, my moans echoing through the park.

“Please,” I whimpered, tugging at his hair, “I need you.”

He chuckled darkly, standing up and shedding his clothes with record speed. I did the same, desperate to feel his skin against mine. As we came together in a tangle of limbs, I could only think of one thing: claiming him, marking him as mine, even if only for this moment.

He entered me with a swift thrust, filling me completely. I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He obliged, pounding into me with a fury that left me breathless.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his fingers digging into my hips.

I raked my nails down his back, marking him, claiming him. “Harder,” I demanded breathlessly.

He complied, his thrusts growing faster, more intense. The sound of our bodies slapping together mingled with the sounds of the park, a lewd symphony that only served to heighten my pleasure.

I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling heat low in my belly. He seemed to sense it too, his thrusts growing erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

As if on cue, my body obeyed, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I screamed his name, my walls clamping down around him, milking him for all he was worth.

With a final thrust, he followed me over the edge, his hot seed spurting deep inside me. He collapsed against me, both of us gasping for breath.

“I think,” he said between pants, “we should do this again sometime.”

I grinned, already thinking of my next rendezvous. “Definitely.”