By the time I got home, what I had done had really hit me. Tears in my eyes started to form as I tried to think of an excuse as to why I thought sucking off my fitness trainer was a good idea. Reckless doesn’t begin to describe it, but the adrenaline had clouded my judgment. Now, as I replayed the events in my mind, I felt a mix of regret and confusion, realizing that sometimes the thrill of the moment can lead to consequences that are hard to bear.

When Jon got home, I could see the warmth in his eyes and the trust he had in me, and it made my heart ache even more. How could I so easily betray the one person who was more important than life itself for a moment of reckless passion? I claimed I wasn't feeling well enough for intimacy and did something unusual: I refused sex for the first time since I could remember. I couldn't allow my husband to kiss the same mouth that held another man's sperm just a few hours prior.

Given Jon's supposed desires for sharing me, one might assume that I could simply tell him what had transpired, particularly since my involvement with another man aligns with his primary fantasy.

If, by chance, I agreed to having extramarital sex with Jon's encouragement, in his fantasy, he had insisted on being there to see the pleasure on my face. I denied him that pleasure, if, in fact, he wanted it to come true.

At some point during the night, I woke up in a panic. I dreamt that Shane was having sex with a girl from the gym. In the dream, I couldn't turn away as I watched him fuck her harder than I had ever experienced myself. She then looked up at me, saying, “You’re next.”

Was that what I really wanted? To be pounded like a piece of meat being tenderized? I didn't think so, but tell my throbbing pussy that. When I woke, I was lying in a wet spot that was obviously from the vividness of the dream and how genuine it felt. It impacted me so much that I masturbated right next to my sleeping husband.

A few hours later, Jon's touch roused me out of my sleep by rubbing my breasts. "Good morning, gorgeous," he said as he started to suck my nipples. There was no way I could deny him this time. I was already wet and ready for him, so when he entered me, his cock easily slid into my depths. I moaned in pleasure, feeling every inch of him filling me up.

Jon was gifted at pleasuring my body, which he did for the next thirty minutes before announcing that he was ready to cum. I surprised myself by jumping off of his cock to take him into my mouth, determined to lift the weight of the guilt from the night before.

“Fuck, babe, I'm going to cum," he warned. "Do it." I quickly told him. When he fired his first volley into the back of my throat, I nearly panicked. Being determined to give him what he has always desired, I forced myself to suck his cum out like a real, hot-blooded woman. I continued until his balls were empty and he started to soften. Jon figured I would run to the restroom to spit him out. Instead, he watched as I forced his semen down my throat.

After he was able to catch his breath, he told me, “I don't know how long you've been planning that, but thank you."

My pleasure; I've been wanting to do that,” I lied. I was so proud for allowing myself to give him so much pleasure. Although deep in my heart I was asking myself if I really did it for him, or did I do it just in case I was unable to resist another weak moment with Shane?

Later that day, the gym was the last place I wanted to be, but I didn't want one slipup, as huge as it was, to ruin my routine. Even though I had built a strong body, my mind was at odds. Shane surprised me by acting naturally, as if he hadn't experienced the exquisite feel of my mouth as it sucked the life-giving seed from his balls.

I realized in that moment that Shane was much more skilled at hiding his desires than I had previously thought. As the sexual tension between us escalated, he grew even more optimistic about having me in his bed; our bodies joined in sexual submission; it was just a matter of patience.

At home, Jon and I made love almost every night for the next three weeks, with me trying to wash away the shame that I continued to feel. When my time of the month showed its ugly head, I made sure that my mouth was available. The feeling of guilt did have an unexpected twist. It allowed me to become adept at swallowing.

Shane and I didn't work out together every time. Once, when I was there alone, one of my gym friends asked me a question. "Sister, are you holding out on me?" When I looked at her, not knowing what she was saying, she asked more directly. "Are you and your stud of a trainer getting it on after your workouts? She asked in a low voice but with an awkward smile. I see you going off together, and I was just wondering.”

"What makes you think that?” I asked with dismay.

"You and he act as if you are ready to jump all over each other every time you work out. I'm just hoping you're being careful," she said as she took my hand and discreetly touched my wedding ring. "So, is he as big as they say?"

Of course I did know how big his cock was since I could still remember what it felt like in my mouth and how big his balls were when I held them. But I couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth. Marci raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in her eyes. "Just because you're married doesn't mean you can't try out another...size," she teased, causing me to blush.

"Don't worry," Marci told me as she took my hand and looked at my ring, "I won't say anything." I appreciated Marci's understanding and felt a sense of relief that she wouldn't judge me. It was a secret I intended to keep buried deep within me.

After another of my workouts with Shane, this one an exceptionally vigorous session where our sexual tension was at an all-time high, he asked. "How about we get together at my place?" He started as he walked me to my car, "I've been fixing it up and would like to see what a woman thinks of what I’ve done.

“Oh?” I teased a little more aggressively than intended. “Is that code for showing me your bedroom so we can finish what we started? I teased as my arousal peaked. “Did you get a new bed and want to try out some hip thrusts to see how it performs? Or are you just wanting to see what your sheets would look like with a naked woman on them?” I don't know what had gotten into me all of a sudden, but my blood was coursing through my veins to where I could feel it in my vagina.

"With those leggings, I pretty much see you naked every time we're together," he said as he took the opportunity to step back to, not so discreetly, check out my lady parts.

"You don't have to look." I told him with my hands on my hips, looking exasperated as I watched his eyes go between my legs.

“If you ladies didn't want to be gawked at, you would wear shorts to cover up. And since you mentioned it, I was actually thinking about getting a new bed. Are you wanting to be the first to help break it in? I can’t think of a more perfect test subject than you.”

I felt a sudden explosion of lust rushing through my body as Shane and I continued our bantering. “I was kind of thinking you could also redo that oral exam, since you really didn't finish it."

"What?! What do you mean I didn't finish? Feel lucky; I went much farther than I should have.”

“Oh, I do feel lucky. But hey, spitters are quitters. Just saying."

I stood there staring at him with my mouth hanging open, feeling at a loss for words, while my face became flushed and heated from the intensity of my arousal.

"I do like the idea of having you in my bed,” he continued. “And before you say anything, you started it. Men can't help but look. Women forget how visual we are, and leggings? You don't play fair, is all.”

I was surprised at his candor and how he could turn something so erotic into a joke. "What's wrong?" he challenged. "Are you afraid of what I might do if you came up to my place?"

"I'm not afraid. "It's just if you tried something," I warned, "I might have to kick your ass, and I wouldn't want to embarrass you," I flirted as I turned my body so he could see the full view. “And as far as leggings are concerned, I can't help if they are formfitting, showing every curve and contour of my legs, ass, and, well, the rest. I’m a woman in a woman's body; I can't help that men can't focus."

We had a good laugh, but it was cautious. “In all seriousness, I'm afraid of what I might let you do to me if we were alone," I confessed. “If I were single, your bed would be a real option about now. But I really am a happily married woman, I said as I tried to reel in my true emotions. “I’ve never been so confused or turned on in my life. It’s as if a switch turned on and I can’t figure out how to turn it off; it’s driving me insane.

Shane knew he had to step carefully and that I was ripe for the picking. The opportunity just needed to present itself. And did it ever!

"It sounds like if you don't get your needs taken care of, you're going to bust. My body is at your fingertips if you're needing me to take one for the team," he said with a big smile. “And if you just want to take a walk or talk, that’s fine too.”

"That's extremely big of you, and it sounds more tempting than it should, but you'll have to get with one of your other girls to take care of you this time.”

"You've been getting it plenty from your husband," he said as he took my hand as we continued to walk. "Yet you keep thinking of me when he's fucking you. You're probably so turned on right now that you can't see straight. Am I right?" We had reached my car and stood there closer than we should have been as we continued to talk with both of our hands intertwined.

“I already acknowledged that, Shane. Dammit, stay out of my bedroom! You shouldn't be there when I'm with Jon. Or any other time, for that matter.”

He laughed as he watched me stumble over what I was trying to say, wanting to see how far I would allow this conversation to go. He was very much aware that the fire between my legs was getting hotter and more awkward by the minute.

"Teasing a woman in my condition is wrong and just plain mean. You’re taking pleasure in being a bully, aren’t you? I told him as I tried to conceal what I was feeling.

“I am actually,” he laughed. “So, can I assume that my place is a definite no?" Shane teased.

"You're incorrigible, Shane… I have to get home before I do something I'll regret,” I insisted. He then did the exact thing I desperately needed and dreaded. He kissed me. The kiss lasted for over a minute, with both of our tongues sliding over each other as we fell into an embrace. His hand went to my ass and squeezed as the other molded to a breast. I could feel his solid reaction to having my body being pulled against his. As I was about to give in to my desperate needs, and just as my hand went to caress my desire, he pulled away.

“I should probably get going too," he whispered. He then opened my car door for me. After I composed myself, I drove home in a daze. I was roaming around my house, admitting that I wasn't getting anything done. Thank goodness Shane stopped us when he did. I wasn't sure I wouldn't be in his bed at that very moment doing something incredibly illicit. Jon had bought me a sex toy for when he was out of town. As wrong as it felt using it with another man on my mind, I had to do something to break the urges I was feeling.

For the next hour I used my fingers and dildo to pleasure my pussy. As I sucked the rubber phallus, I imagined that it was Shane’s cock inside of my mouth. It became so real that I could actually taste his semen on my tongue. As I masturbated, I would stop myself right before the approaching orgasm would have hit. I wanted to edge myself so my orgasms would be that much more powerful for when Jon unleashed them. I shaved my pussy smooth except for the little V of hair that I left to top the clitoris for when Jon got home so I could surprise him since he loves fucking me when it’s nice and fresh for him.

I was so excited when Jon arrived home only to have my night of uninhibited pleasure crushed. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry; I’m just home to pack," he told me. “I have to go out of town on an emergency. I'll be back in four days."

Expressing my excitement, I pleaded with him to make love to me. But realizing I couldn't delay him, he gave me a farewell kiss and a squeeze on my rear before departing. Teasingly, before he reached the car, Jon turned and unwittingly told me something that he shouldn't have said to a woman who had recently been compromised by another man. "Why not go out with a few of your girlfriends from the gym and see if you can find some action?"

What exacerbated the situation was my understanding that he spoke out of trust and assurance, believing he had no reason for concern. At the end of the day, I knew in my heart that he didn’t really want to share me, but him telling me to go out to find some guys to have some fun with was like telling an alcoholic to go to the bar and get drunk.

Trying to keep myself occupied and my mind busy after Jon left was a losing battle. It was obvious that I wasn’t in my right mind, and the images I was thinking about were certainly not appropriate for a married woman. Therefore, I should have known that texting Shane was the last thing I should have done, especially since I had yet to get off after edging myself for so long. I was a stick of dynamite, and my fuse had been lit. It was only a matter of time before I exploded.

I’m convinced that my building frustration is what led to the poor choices I was about to make. Essentially, those poor decisions were to have cascading consequences for the rest of my night.

"Hey there, you still up?" I asked, hoping for a response to distract me from my mounting frustration.

"Hey back, sexy. Did you decide to take me up on my offer? Wink, wink... What's going on?"

"My husband just left after being called away for the rest of the week,” I complained. “I’m bottled up at home with nothing to do and nobody to talk to. What are you doing?”

There was a long pause. I stared at my phone to see if he was typing, but nothing. Then I started to think that I said the wrong thing, realizing that I may have just mistakenly offered myself to him. Finally, the little dots started to move, making me even more nervous. His response was direct and to the point, not wanting to blow his opportunity that I didn’t realize I gave him.

Shane messaged back with the location of a sports bar that doubled as a nightclub just down the street. “I’m going to jump in the shower; meet me there in one hour. Talking was honestly the only thing I had on my mind, really.

"I'll be there," I said at last, even though it was with a great deal of anxiety.

An hour later I was sitting at a table wearing a short skirt and silk top. Shane had always seen me wearing my gym attire, so this was something different. I became so immersed in the thrill that I forgot I was a married woman and not a girl on a date.

"Wow, you look hot," he told me as he kissed my cheek and gave me a hug that probably lasted a bit too long. Shane mostly behaved as we sat and talked about hobbies, friends, the music playing, and, of course, fitness. My guard was up for a while, but the more we talked, the more my guard came down.

"Oh, I love this song!" he excitedly exclaimed. He then grabbed my hand, and we hit the dance floor. I was having fun and was totally relaxed when a slow song played. If I didn't know better, I would think he paid the DJ to play some romantic slow songs back-to-back.

Our bodies came together; only my hand on his chest separated us. "I'm not sure we should be doing this, Shane," I told him as I remembered the kiss he gave me and how he touched me not a few hours ago.

"We're just dancing, Suz…" He had a point; it was just innocent dancing. I finally settled down and allowed myself to reach up to wrap my arms around his neck. As soon as I did, my pussy and nipples surged, and I knew that I was in trouble. I swooned as I put my head onto his chest and allowed our bodies to mesh together into an erotic embrace.

My body was on fire, and I was almost certain that Shane could smell my excitement. I felt his arousal growing against my stomach, causing the moisture between my legs to increase. Two songs turned into three. A faster song came on, but our bodies didn't separate. He had smoothly danced me into a corner where we were out of the way of the main area.

"I'm going to kiss you now," he told me as I panicked. He pressed his lips to my own, and it didn't take long before we were making out like teenagers at a high school dance. His lips felt so good, and so did his tongue that easily maneuvered into my mouth. We just stood there in the corner making out for however long it was until I looked up and realized that the band had taken a break. The passion of the kiss left me with a soaking wet mess between my legs and a hunger to take this further.

I felt like I was in a romantic novel. He stared at me, and I stared back. With my last ounce of strength, I put my hand on his chest. “We can't," I was finally able to say. “I don't understand what is happening to me, but I can't cheat on Jon; I love him."

“Suz, you don’t ever have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. Since you didn't want to spend the night alone, I know of a place with an unbelievable view of the city lights,” he said as he took my hand and started out the door.

A sense of intimacy permeated the moment as our fingers joined together. After walking hand in hand for a few blocks, he finally told me that he was taking me to his apartment building. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not taking you there to take advantage of you…yet,” he said with a smile and a wink. "One of the reasons I chose to live where I do is the rooftop lounge. "People go up to hang out alone or with a date. I think you’re really going to love the view of the city lights."

As we reached the high-rise apartment building and walked into the elevator, my heart pounded in my chest. I knew he was going to try to kiss or touch me, but he remained a gentleman, and I don't know if I was more relieved or disappointed.

When we arrived at the rooftop, we stepped out to what looked like a relaxing place to get together. There was a small pool with a few people sitting around talking. Some couples sat and watched some sports in front of a large TV, and there was a cozy little bar where you could serve yourself.

Shane was right; the view was spectacular with the full moon just rising above the horizon. The area was quite large with plenty of space to move around, not to mention several built-in nooks for privacy.

As we walked further, there was a border of bushes that were obviously placed there for privacy. What I saw when I peeked in made my heart race. There was a small hot tub with two men and a woman. The woman was standing in the water while the guy to her left gave her a tonsillectomy with his tongue. The second guy had her bikini top pulled down to bare her breast to his sucking mouth. I couldn't see his other hand, but from the looks of how the woman was moving, I would bet that he was pleasuring her under her bikini bottoms. As she tried to mute her squeals of pleasure, some escaped, adding to the music in the background.

"Did you see that!?" I asked, astonished. Shane quietly laughed and whispered, "It's still early; wait till the action really starts."

He took me to a place around a corner where we could stand by the edge to look over the city. His hands rested on my shoulders, making my defenses crumble around us. "Beautiful view, isn't it?" he said. He then stepped against my body so I could feel his growing excitement against the center of my ass.

Impulsively, I pushed back against his cock and teased his erection. "Mmmm. I take it that you're going to blame me for that again?" I asked as I wiggled my ass against his firmness.

"I'm up here with the most exquisite woman I know, who is radiating with raw sexuality, so yes, you're obviously to blame," he said as his hand roamed to my ass, where he cupped the cheeks through my skirt.

A swoon escaped my lips as I tried to stay in control of my thoughts. "You're just trying to seduce me. Is this where you bring all the girls when you're trying to take them to bed?"

"Guilty as charged," he readily admitted. His hands moved to my hips as he pulled me into him, pushing his cock into the middle of my butt cheeks. "They become more pliable when they see the view from up here." He then kissed behind my ear while talking softly. "But we both know that you don't need seducing, isn't that right, Suz?"

"Shane, I don't think we should—this is a mistake." I said without much resolve as his arms reached around my waist to pull me harder into his loins. 

"Shhhhh..." is all he said as he kissed my neck and nibbled my ear. "I'm sure it's a mistake too. You're a married woman, and I'm sure that the last thing you want to do is to stray. I also know that your body is crying out for this. Trust me, we both want the same thing."

As I remained silent, he gently turned me to bring his lips against mine. He wasn't aggressive, but he was sure of himself. While I was soaking in the passion of the kiss, one of my hands, as if it had a mind of its own, took his and slid it under my blouse, placing it onto one of my breasts. It didn’t take long before his other hand came up to palm its twin.

His hands freely roamed over my chest through my thin bra, and I was certain that he could feel my incredibly erect nipples. He then slid one of his hands underneath and lifted my skirt so he could grind his cock into my panty-clad ass.

"There's nobody around us," he told me. Somehow I knew exactly what he meant. I was numb as I reached around to put my hand on the bulge of my hunger. I felt his shorts being pulled down right before his big, hard cock dropped into my hand. Instinctively, I started to stroke him before he finally spoke.

"Place it between your legs," he instructed.

I gasped my surrender, pushing his shorts down even further to where the fabric was under his cum-filled balls. Placing the bulbous head in my palm, I aimed it towards my vagina from the rear, guiding it through the thigh gap between my legs. His cock pushed against my thong-covered pussy, moving back and forth between my legs as if he were actually fucking me, giving me another pang of guilt mixed with intense pleasure.

"Oh my god, Shane, we shouldn't." They were only empty words that I felt obligated to say. He knew I didn't want to stop. I was so ready and so desperately needed to be taken.

"Damn, Suz. I can feel how thoroughly saturated your panties are.”

"Oh, God, please don't stop," I cried out. The next thing I felt was my silk thong being moved to the side before the bare head of his cock touched the opening of my pussy, which was screaming to be entered.

With the pre-cum making him slippery, Shane could have easily penetrated me, fulfilling his powerful desire. Instead, he slid the head and thick shaft back and forth through my legs, spreading our combined lubricant along the entrance of my virtue on each pass, spreading the lips of my labia as they tried to wrap themselves around their desire. I let out a soft growl, my body trembling with anticipation.

Even though we were only partially hidden, I had given myself up to my fate and leaned forward, presenting myself for the inevitable penetration. Our sighs filled the air as the tip of his cock pushed through the ring of my pussy when, just as fast as it occurred, he pulled away.

"Wait," I said in desperation. "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, we have plenty of time."

I then felt his fingers move between my legs from the back, only to hook two of them inside of my pussy. "You're completely wet. You want this, don't you?"

I gasped a little too loudly as his fingers started their back-and-forth motion inside of me.

"Tell me you want it, Suz," he said as his fingers moved more forcefully, bringing me perilously close to orgasm.

"C'mon, say it before you come. I want to hear you admit it."

Without warning I felt it; my pussy started to clamp onto his fingers. "Yes, damn it, yes, I want it; make me cum. I need it so bad.” I then exploded all around his fingers until I could actually hear the sloshing coming from my dripping wet pussy. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god...I'm coming." I groaned, much too loudly.

As my pussy pulsed around his fingers, desperate for more, I thought I saw movement to my side, making me notice that we were getting some unintended attention, which only made the insatiable lust I was feeling become more intense.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "I need you to fuck me," I told him through clenched teeth as his fingers continued to slowly move inside of my married pussy.

"Excuse me?"

“Don’t play with me; you need to fuck me NOW, or I’m going to completely lose it!” A couple was walking by at about that time, and I heard the girl moan. "Go get it, girl."

Shane removed his fingers from my pussy, making me groan from the loss. I watched as he brought them to his nose and smelled my lust before taking them into his mouth so he could lick my juices off.

“Fuck, you’re delicious. I’m going to enjoy this,” he said as we joined hands and walked back through the doors from where we came. In the elevator, we made out until the door opened to his floor. After we walked through the threshold of his place a minute later, I heard the door lock behind us with a click.

I turned towards Shane and didn't know what to say. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me again, bringing with it a louder-than-necessary whine from my lips. Our make-out session was insanely hot and potentially dangerous because of the intimacy it brought with it. I knew that when I left Shane's arms for the night, I would be thoroughly soiled and gloriously violated. But, as delicious as the kiss tasted, it wasn't what I was here for.

"Can I use your restroom?" I asked after barely being able to pull away from the taste of his lips.

"Of course, just down the hall." 

While freshening up, my nipples and pussy felt painfully engorged. I started having a panic attack and found it difficult to leave the safety of the restroom. I was actually there to have sex with a man who wasn't my husband, I told myself. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I hardly recognized the woman staring back with the look of unrestrained passion and pure lust. Every fiber of my being was telling me this was wrong, but in the end, my lady parts outvoted my rational brain.

I took a deep breath and tried to convince myself that it was just sex, nothing more. Who was I kidding? I was in the apartment of another man, who I was going to allow to ravish my body. “Stop it, Suz,” I said into the mirror as my pussy throbbed, aching for the attention that was promised.

When I finally gained my courage to leave the restroom, Shane was sitting on the couch waiting. He knew I wasn't going anywhere and wanted this moment to last. His intention, I was sure, was to sit and have a slow make-out session and maybe a drink before taking me to his bed. I knew he wanted to savor his victory. I, on the other hand, didn't need any foreplay and certainly didn't want any romance, nor was I in the mood to talk. 

As I stood outside of the restroom, I had my shoes in my hand and dropped them onto the floor at my feet. "Where's your bedroom?" 

"The door to the left. Don't you want a drink first?" By the time he finished with his sentence, I was already walking down the hall to where I intended to lose my virtue.

"I like wine, but we're going to need some water," I said as I walked away, acting as if my nerves weren't about to burst. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my ass as I walked away.

When Shane came in, I was sitting on the edge of his bed with my legs crossed. My skirt was lying over the chair, and my bra was next to me on the bed along with my silk blouse. My bare breasts heaved with the excitement of my breathing, as my nipples pleaded for attention. The only bit of clothing I was wearing was my completely soaked panties. 

"Holy...sh...Oh my..." he tried to say as his eyes soaked in my provocative, naked body. I was leaning back while his eyes slowly moved up my strong, defined legs and hips to my flat, firm stomach. I felt powerful, sexy, and finally, in charge as my body begged for his touch.

"Put those drinks down and come over here," I demanded as I tried my best to look confident instead of being the puddle of searing flesh that I knew I was.

I watched as he took his shirt off, baring his muscled chest and stomach. When he went to the waist of his shorts to pull them down, I stopped him: "No, let me." I urged.

As he took another step towards me, my stomach churned with excitement, anticipating what would happen next. We remained silent as I explored with my hands, gently stroking the bulge in his shorts. He was aroused, and I felt him respond as I squeezed it. My hands moved up his stomach to his chest, feeling his strong physique. Kissing his stomach, I gripped his shorts and pulled them down and off, leaving him naked and exposed before me. 

"Nice," I said mostly to myself as I ran my hands down his legs and up again to cup his manscaped balls and to grip his iron-hard cock. To his credit, he was either smart enough to stay quiet or too stunned to say anything. I slowly stroked his masculinity, memorizing every vein and every ridge. I noticed the crown of the head was large and spongy, making me imagine how good it would feel pushing its way inside of me.

While I played, his pre-cum started to trickle down my fingers, confirming his arousal. I licked the fluid with just the tip of my tongue and swallowed it, savoring the taste. 

All pretense was over as I looked into his eyes, taking the head of his cock inside of my mouth. I slid off the bed to my knees so I could more easily watch the look on his face as I started worshiping his cock and taking him as deep into my mouth as I could. His cock being thick, I couldn't take him in as far as I wanted, but it was enough to elicit the moans of pleasure that I yearned to hear coming from his throat. 

"Oh, fuck, Suz," he said as I soaked in the feeling of what I was doing. My actions felt so decadent and depraved as my mouth left his cock to slather his balls with my saliva, taking one into my mouth, then the other.

"Damn... Your mouth feels so good. Get on the bed; I need to fuck you."

"Shut up, Shane," I told him, "Let me have this."

I was giving him the best blowjob that I knew how while my mouth drooled all over his cock and down my fists. As much as I was enjoying the power I felt, my pussy was getting angry for attention.

"Get on the bed," I demanded.

Shane looked at me with a smile, loving that I was giving myself to him. While he rested his head on a pillow, I stood at the end of the bed and stared into his eyes. My hands went to the waistband of my panties and slid them down slowly as he watched his dream of seeing me completely naked come true.

"Is this what you want, Shane?" I asked while running my fingers through the folds of my swollen, wet pussy. "Do you want to stretch this married pussy with that beautifully thick cock of yours?" Shane was speechless as I brought my fingers to my lips to suck them clean.

“Mmm, you’re right, I do taste good.”

I climbed onto the bed to kiss my way to his cock, stomach, and chest before reaching his lips, where I kissed with more aggression than I intended, shoving my tongue into his mouth so he could share in the taste of my arousal. After only a minute or so, I broke off the kiss to move my body so I was now straddling his hips.

"Suck my tits," I said as more of a demand than a request. I put my hands on his head to direct his movements from one breast to the other. "Suck my nipples harder,” I told him in a low, sexually charged voice. "Oooh, yes, like that. Run your teeth over them... Mmmm. That's so good..."

After a few minutes of him manipulating my tits, I pulled my nipple off of his mouth with a wet pop. I then moved my way up, bringing both thighs to the side of his head so I could only see his eyes. 

“Don't worry, we're definitely going to fuck," I told him while looking down as I lowered my pussy onto his mouth. "But my pussy is burning up inside and needs your tongue. Lick my pussy, Shane."

I watched as his tongue came out of his mouth to lick my drooling pussy. "Ohhhhh yeah...like that." I then dropped down onto his face as he continued to eat the most delicious meal that I imagine he's had in a while. His hands caressed me and enjoyed the feel of the body that he helped tone.

It felt so good being in charge as I smothered his face right to the point of having my first orgasm. Ohhh, fuck, eat me..." I may or may not have grabbed his hair and forced his face into my pussy even more as my climax took hold of me.

I then dismounted his face, but only for a moment. He tried to speak again, but I quickly 69'd him and dropped my pussy down onto his face so he could continue with his oral pleasure. "I have some unfinished business to take care of, Shane. Keep eating me."

As he continued his tongue-lashing, I pulled his cock in and sucked him with the goal of making him shoot his seed into my mouth. I knew it wouldn't take long before he admitted defeat. "Fuck, I'm almost there," he said as he was only moments away from losing complete control. I increased the intensity of my movements, determined to push him over the edge. With a final thrust and a deep moan, Shane released himself into my gaping mouth, his body shuddering with pleasure. He said something incoherently as his first rope of sperm hit the back of my throat and continued until I could feel it seeping out past the seal of my lips with each convulsion. I loved the feel of his sperm bursting through his cock and balls as he fed me his load until his orgasm finally subsided.

"Okay, okay. That's enough. Oh my god," he exclaimed. Unmounting his face, I turned to him with my mouth open. As he watched, I forced his cum down my throat and into my stomach. “There, did I pass my oral exam, professor?"

"I would say so, yes. Holy fuck, that was hot," he told me as he tried to catch his breath. "Why haven't we done this before? That was amazing."

Looking at him with a hint of surprise, I asked, "Why haven't we done this before?" I then held up my left hand, showing my wedding ring as I pointed at it. "Married, remember?"

"Right, now I remember," he chuckled.

I knew he needed to recuperate, so I lay in his arms with my head on his chest as I thought over what I had just done. My pussy was still hungry for attention, but she was going to have to wait. I had just started to get a taste of what my body and mind were demanding and knew I couldn't stop now until my newfound hunger was sufficiently satisfied.