1. Dirty Little Secrets 4: First Time


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    and it really has been love-making, with someone I love. It’s been nothing like this, because I don’t love Catherine; of course I don’t. It would be madness. She’s married, and I don’t imagine for a second that she’s going to divorce her husband to be with someone ten years her junior. There’s a photo on a shelf behind Catherine, of her and John on their wedding day. He looks vaguely familiar, but that's probably just be because he looks so ordinary. Catherine’s squinting slightly, but they look happy. I imagine they’re still happy. They don’t have kids, but there’s plenty of time, and when that happens, I’ll be out of Catherine’s life. And yet, below the picture Catherine sits. A few years older and nowhere near as innocent as she looks in her wedding dress. Black stockings, that cupless corset, holding herself open for me, an expression that even I, with my limited experience can read as big fuck-me eyes. She wants me to have my wicked way with her. That’s what she said. There are things I want to know, want to ask. But I know that if I ask them, the moment will pass. This is it. This is my chance. Catherine looks at me and smiles some more. Her nipples are still hard. She gives her pussy a little rub, then slides two fingers inside herself. I’m on my feet. I’m moving across to her. I’m hardly present in my own body. Catherine stares at my hard cock, licking her lips. Her fingers slide back out as I stand before her. There are no words, but her eyes speak volumes. I’m on ...
    top of her. And then suddenly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, which it probably is, I’m inside her. Catherine lets out a long moan. “Fuck me!” she breathes. “Oh yes, fuck me! I’ve wanted you to for so long!” I’ve gone so long with nobody wanting me, I can scarcely believe her. But I don’t care. I don’t care that this is raw, animal passion with no love to speak of. Catherine wants me and I want her. I drive my cock back and forth, breathing heavily. This is nothing like the love-making I’ve imagined, but what does it matter? Her moist, tight walls envelop me. I want to cry out, “Thank you! Thank you!” But I can’t. I’m too ashamed that I’ve never done this before. Instead Catherine looks at me with ravenous eyes and cries out, “Fuck me! Harder! Faster! Fuck me!” Whatever Catherine wants she gets. This is nothing like the slow, sensual love-making I’ve imagined, and I don’t care. Clutching at her breasts, squeezing hard, I thrust my cock into her as hard as I can. “Yes! Yes!” Catherine screams. “Fuck me! Oh yes, fuck me! I love your big cock!” Her nipples are massive. I lean forward and suck on one of them. Catherine’s body heaves under me. She has a hand under me too, rubbing herself as I keep working away, driving my cock back and forth. “Oh yes! Oh yes!” she moans. I’ve seen enough of her to know what this portends. I suck on her other nipple, thrusting and thrusting. Catherine moans, her body grows tense. Her impending climax brings me close to the boil ...
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