My morning swim... [open for F]

No one had ever spoken that harshly to me. I was in shock. I tried to speak but all I could do was sputter as my face turned red in anger.

My legs refused my brains command to move, to run. I was about to be fucked, and I couldn't stop it, honestly I wasn't entirely sure I wanted too.

I just stood there fuming, while my pusdy got wetter and my nippes got harder. If this was happening, I wasn't going to assist, at least not too easily.
 
You just stood there, on the spot, looking at me. Even in my arroused state, I was not gonna rape you. That was a bridge too far. I needed to test if you were just pretending to be reluctant. I had always found it difficult to fathom whether you really meant something or if it was just part of your haughty act. "You can say Stop if you want, at any time, and I will respect that," I said, my voice more calm than a few seconds ago. "But that will mean the end of this night and of our horny escapades." I pauzed to let the words sink in before I continued: "But the way you walked out of the pool area, with you bare hard nippled milf tit swaying in the open for all to see, tells me that you liked what you were doing."

I grabbed your arm again and pulled you towards the window. There was one small light on in the room. Just enough to conceal our faces, but enough to let anybody who happened to be looking up, know what was going on in front of the window. "And if you tell me that you didn't like how I licked your fat pussy lips to a huge orgasm, you are just A LYING SLUT!" My voice went up a few notches again, feeling the horny anger flow back again.

I stood behind you and hissed in your ear: "You fucking loved the way your big cunt lips were spread open, squashed against my face, your legs draped over my shoulders like a helpless whore. AND you loved the people seeing you. Your cunt exploded with juice when you came." My hands roamed around the sides of your body, up towards your tits. I felt the stiff nipples, hard as pebbles, and twisted them roughly.

"Just as my cock has been hard since seeing your naked body, your slut cunt has been wet and aching for my cock hasn't it?" I whispered in your ear, One hand travelled down to your cunt and pulled on your engorged labia, twisting it, in sink with my action on your nipple. "You ARE just a horny milf aren't you, trying to keep up appearences with you family and at work? Trying to show others how dedicated, cool or bossey you are. But all the time, what you really want, is to have your legs spread and your married precious little private wet hole filled with hard cock. Tell me thats true. TELL ME!"
 
She offered no resistance. Her superego was warring with the id to take control of hr body and live in two very different ways. For years the Superego held the id at bay, but now that the id had tasted freedom, it wanted more.

"It's true" she squeaked not offering resistance or encouragement.
 
"I knew it," I whispered, still pulling your labia, but more gently. God how I adored your sexy cunt...
"Bend over. Please." There were no more wisecracks or retorts. You pressed the palms of your hands against the glass and pushed your ass back, tilting your hips. I needed a release, badly.
"Guide me in," I told you and you grabbed my meat. Knowingly, your hand placed my throbbing head against the opening.
I grabbed both your breasts and moved my hips forward. Oh my god... it felt so good... you were wet and hot and with just the right amount of grip...
"Fuck. Fuck yes... your pussy feels very, very, VERY nice." I breathed in your ear.
I started slowly, but after about twenty strokes, I dug my the fingers of my hands into your hips and started to pull you over my cock as I thrusted forward. Again and again.
"You wanted this and its happening," I stammered.
"Talk dirty to me, now" I urged you.
 
I rocked my hips back and forth, words stuck in my throat. I was in complete shock. I wanted this, but the reality of what I was doing, and how my life was changing by this one simple sexual act frightened me, a lot.

I moaned as you forced yourself into my wet pussy. Subconsciously I worked my muscles creating friction as you stroked your cock in and out of me.

My breathing grew short and heavy as I gripped the wall for support. "So good" I whisper as the pleasure helped the id knock the superego to the background.
 
'So good,' I heard her moan. She pushed her hips back each time I thrusted forward, breathing short bursts each thrust. Her pussy was very wet and the feeling of my hard pole gliding in and out was heavenly. "Oh god," I sighed, slowing down a bit as not to come just yet. I moved my hand down to your pussy, to feel your cuntlips, opened and big, my cock sliding past them with each stroke. I pulled on one gently and felt the wetness of it. My other hand also moved from your hip, to your hard swaying nipple.

"I can't get enough of your hot body, Jeanine," I whispered. "You turn me on so much, its killing me..." I knew I could not hold on much longer.
 
I closed my eyes knowing once I was filled with your cum there would be no going back, thaat I would not only have cheated on my husband, but that I would do it again and again and again.

I tried to convince myself this was a one time thing, but I knew deep down that once the sexual beast I had locked away in the deepest recesses of my soul was unleashed, there was no way it would allow itself to be imprisioned again.

I felt the beginings of an orgasm and tried to hold out hoping not to cum so that I could try and retain some sembelance of the resopectable adult I had pretended to be for so long.
 
By pushing back hard with your hips on every stroke, I felt my cum rise each time we crashed into eachother. I opened my eyes and saw your hands up against the window. I again got hit by the idea that you... such a neat and respectable mother and wife, were at the mercy of your dripping and throbbing cunt. You had succumbed to your lust, and mine.

Under normal circumstances, I would have felt sorry for you, maybe even stopped all this foolishness. I felt that there was still, even now, a bit of you that was holding back. As if you were thinking that if you didnt give yourself 100%, it would still all be ok. You would have kept some kind of dignity. I guess that was part of your survivalmode, the way you coped with this reality.

However, for me, these circumstances were not normal. I was passed the holding back. Passed the kindness. It made me even hornier to think that you had so cleanly kept your body just for your hubby. I had conquered you. Made you open yourself for me. Receive me. The way you were standing against the window, lots of people could see you.

Still with one hand on your flopping tit and the other pulling hard at your cuntlips, I let go and felt my sperm squirt on to the walls of your cunt.
 
As she felt his seed flood her hole she scramed out "Holy Fuck, I'm not on the pill" as he dug her heels into his back pulling him in deeper.
 
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