A cheating wife drives a man to extremes

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As I unlocked the door to my darkened apartment, I whispered, “My roomie is probably asleep, so we’ll have to be quiet.” But when I reached for the light switch, his big hand covered mine to stop me. Then he swept me up in his arms like I weighed nothing. “Which one is your bedroom?” he asked, and all I could do was point.

Truthfully, this was what I’d hoped for when I invited him in, but I hadn’t expected him to read my mind so well nor to take charge so completely. But now I was glad he had done so.

He laid me on my bed gently, and then his mouth was on mine and his tongue was searching and teasing my own. I was startled to discover I was panting. In no time at all my clothes had disappeared, and I was glad for the semi-darkness. Then his costume came off, and I marveled at the musculature I could see in the dim light.

Now he was beside me and his lips and fingers were everywhere, first caressing and soothing me, then building a sense of urgency that threatened to overwhelm me. My nipples are longer than average, and they’re very sensitive. His fingers sought them out and began to rub and twist them gently, driving me wild.

I certainly wasn’t a virgin, but the sexual experiences I’d had to date had been pretty unsatisfying. So even though I had wanted this to happen, I was surprised at the intensity of the sensations and my emotions. I closed my eyes and let him do whatever he wanted, enjoying every second of it.

Suddenly my eyes popped open when I realized he was kneeling between my legs and licking the insides of my thighs. Involuntarily, my hips lifted; then I was startled when his tongue ran over the lips of my vagina. None of my other lovers had done such a thing. Of course I’d touched myself with my fingers there many times, but the sensation of his tongue was so different and – oooh! — so much better.

I normally try not to make too much noise, but in spite of myself I groaned out loud as his probing mouth brought intense pleasure. I found myself raising my legs and wrapping them around his broad shoulders, using my heels on his back to lever myself up toward the lips and tongue that were driving me crazy. I heard myself moaning, “Oh!, oh!, oh!, oh!” as the inner tension kept building; then suddenly I cried out as the sensations reached an incredible peak, and I fell back on the bed. “Omigod,” I thought, “it was never that intense when I touched myself. That must have been a real orgasm!”

As I lay there with my eyes closed, my body luxuriating in the quivers still running through my vagina, I felt his fingers gently caressing me, and I was embarrassed by how wet I was. Then, to my surprise I felt the tension slowly beginning to build in me again. Just as I was about to say something, I felt his body shift, and now he was looming over me. His penis ran between the lips of my vagina, and when it rubbed across my clitoris, I shuddered and moaned at the sensation.

Then he pulled back and his penis slipped inside me in a long, slow motion that filled me wonderfully. He lifted my legs and began to stroke in and out of me in a smooth, pulsing motion, and I heard myself start to whimper again. When his penis pressed inward, I felt exquisite pressure on my clitoris, and now there came a new sensation as the head rubbed against my inner walls. Once again his fingers found my nipples, and it felt as though an electric current was flowing between them and my vagina.

The build-up was slower this time, maybe because I’d already had one orgasm, but it continued to grow stronger and stronger, and my body began to rock and arch in time with his, stretching to intensify the sensations. “Oh, please, don’t stop, please, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I began to chant, completely forgetting about my roommate and everything else. Then I was pulling at his back and thrusting my hips up at him, crying “Now, now, please now!” as the sensations overwhelmed me.

I collapsed on the bed, shuddering as the spasms kept coursing through my vagina. Alex continued to drive himself into me faster and faster until he gave a loud groan and pushed himself as deep as he could, triggering yet another spasm in me. Then, after a few more thrusts he collapsed on me, and his weight felt good as we clung to each other.

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