1. Small Words


    Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Cheating, Author: skinnyandslinky, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    Small Words I pull in to her drive and flick the lights off halfway around her house. I drive right around and almost into her garage to conceal this little car from the street. When I pull up I wait. The motor ticks as it cools and I sit and look in to the back of the modest weatherboard. There is dim light in there and I can see her silhouette in the shadows of her kitchen. I am dying to get in there but wait a moment and think briefly of home and the life around me; of who might get hurt; of those around us; some of those who’s opinion we care for. Then there she is at the back door in heels and a black slip of a dress that sticks to her like skin and from the look of it nothing else. And I am thinking of nothing else. I can’t wait to be inside with her, inside her, and I am out, pushing the door shut quietly. She meets me at her door with a, "Shhh", index finger to her lips, candles burning on the table behind her, two glasses of wine, music playing. She takes me by the hand to the table and I kiss her and gulp wine. We say words but I can’t think of what they are. Small words like love and need and you. She pushes against me and I like that she is a few inches taller to me in those heels, the way her hips touch higher against me. Our hands are at each others genitals, brushing, stroking, pulling. The wine and the music and the taste of her mouth and the touch of her skin and the wet of her cunt, ready long before I got here, all scream sex, great fucking SEX! I plan to ...
    be here for a while, both of our partners are away and I want to take my time, to soak her all up like we can’t at work. Before I know it, though, my pants are at my feet and she is tipped back on that dining table with my cock growing hard and deep inside her, the healthy slap-slap-slap of our bodies sounding out with increasing intensity. I slow my thrusting and push as deep in to her as I can. I hold there and she kind of coughs, "Oh-h!" and she wears that delicious grimace of pleasure and pain. This is one place I really love to be. I love penetrating her and the slow riding in and out and the willing yielding of her cunt and the full physical frantic thrusting. But I also love being buried ball deep, the wet of her cunt engulfing me, the knob end of my cock finding some extra place, somewhere that lets me in a just bit further and feels as if she is licking the end of me with something deep inside her. She cracks her legs wide open for me with her arse tipping on the edge of that table and we move again together, slowly, rocking the table and those glasses of wine. The flames of the candles throw quivering light as we move and although I know this piece of furniture is new I wonder if it will hold up under this. " Fuck !" she says, like she can’t understand why this feels so good and I know just what she means. She tips her head back and says small words again, "Oh my god!" I bend down to kiss her then lean back smiling, happy, yeah, I’m happy. She smiles back, rifles my ...
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