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** So I’ve posted this one before, but it felt underwritten to me, and I decided to take another whack at it. -LV**
Even half-asleep the woman could tell who it was that stepped into her room. It wasn’t her husband. He stood at the dark foot of her bed and waited quietly. There was a dull thud when the metal clasp of his belt landed on the carpet. She was fully awake at that and listened quietly as he stripped his clothes. She thought that it had to be a joke, that, in his youthful fashion, he was trying to one-up her for what had happened earlier.
He made one comment that night, hoping to impress his friends who were always hanging around, and she foolishly played along, teasing him. It was Friday and she was feeling relaxed and thought she might fluster the unapologetically flirtatious young man. But he wasn’t rattled by her feigned advances and, instead, doubled down, making a joke at her husband’s expense. Unfortunately for the woman, she was the one who flustered, blushing at the brash, humiliating comments before excusing herself to bed. He made an obvious joke about being up to tuck her in soon, and the lot of them burst into laughter as she exited the kitchen. Maybe he wasn’t joking.
They always got like this with their jibes about how hot she was or how they wished they could find a woman like her. And she always shut them down, letting them know they should focus on women their own age, but not this time – her mistake.
She laid in bed, trying to discern by listening just what he was doing. Her hands grasped the comforter firmly as her mind became a mix of worry and traitorous thrill. One of the lackeys probably dared him to sneak up. She could still hear their voices echoing from the kitchen downstairs. Devilish curiosity overtook the woman. How far would he take this? Why did she humor him, even if it was only once? It had to be a joke. But then, she felt a rush of cool air on her naked back when he lifted the comforter and slid in behind her on the bed.
“You can’t be serious?” she whispered sharply.
He didn’t need to answer. Their bodies touched and several things became clear. He was completely serious, and, for all her pretense, she was waiting in her room — naked. They laid on their sides, spooning. He wrapped his arm around her and took one of her breasts in his rough hand. His rising erection was hot as it played across the soft skin of her ass. They certainly weren’t flirting anymore. She kept her body stiff, not inviting his advances any further, but didn’t protest. He correctly assumed that she wanted to be convinced, and he’d been working to convince her since the day he arrived.
In an almost-hypnotized state, she stared at the red digital readout of her side-table clock. It was exactly 1 P.M. when he moved his right hand from her breast down to her bush. She pinched her legs together with vise-like firmness and bent at her hips in a weak attempt to foil his advances, but stayed quiet as he kissed the her back and neck. The woman was still living under some strange self-deception that she didn’t want things go any further. The man was strong. He could have taken advantage if he wanted, but that wasn’t why he was there. He was there because she wanted it, and he’d give her the chance to yield to him.
She watched the clock and its bright red numbers shamed her with the reality of how easily she gave in. What felt like an eternity of her defending her integrity was confirmed by the clock to be less than two minutes. Her growing agitation and the heaviness of her breathing made it clear she wanted this just as much as he did. Her muscles relaxed and she let her legs be parted — just a little. It was more than enough of an invitation. He moved his hand between her opening thighs.
The quiet of the room was ruined by the indecent squelching sound made as the man’s strong thick fingers moved in and out of the woman’s vagina. Her body squirmed helplessly as he stirred her from deep within. Instinctively, she reached back and took his hard cock in her hand, circling along his length with soft, pleasurable strokes. His other arm held her close, gripping her soft maternal breasts while she shuddered from his burrowing fingers. She held her mouth closed hoping to stay quiet, but knew it was useless. Even if the goons in the kitchen didn’t know what the two of them were doing, she knew this man wouldn’t keep it secret. She was terrible for letting it happen.
The two of them became base creatures, completely overtaken by primal urges. The woman arced her head back and let out low, pleading sounds as the man indulged in her glorious body. It became hot under the blankets and quickly grew muggy and damp with the lovers’ comingling sweat. He nuzzled and kissed the nape of her neck while continuing his assault between her legs, her pubic patch becoming a wet, matted mess from her own excitement. The covers trapped the heavy profane scent of her sex, intoxicating the man even further.
Every day since he arrived in her home, she watched his eyes and the unashamed, predatory way he stared at her. It should have scared her, but she played it off, even when she knew what his intentions were. The real trouble was her inability or unwillingness to stifle his interest — all the mornings she let herself get cornered by him, making coffee in just a towel, or the times she would grab a top from the laundry room in only her bra, knowing he would see. She needed someone like him and let him know the only way she could.
And now, she finally made it too obvious, and he was doing the things to her which she had fantasized about. There would be hell to pay for it.
He pulled his hand from her crotch and held his wet fingers to her nose and pushed them in her mouth. All of her superiority and her proud veneer of the “Woman of the House” evaporated as he fouled her face and mouth with her own carnal secretions. She embraced the degradation, humming with pleasure as she licked his large fingers clean. Nothing else mattered to her, her family, her marriage, the standoffish airs she maintained to hide her true self. In that moment, all that mattered was gratification — his and hers.
The woman let go of his erect penis and pushed her ass back, adjusting it into the appropriate position for what was to come. He didn’t need the hint, but he enjoyed the confirmation of just how much she wanted him. His cock waited, pressed against her closed thighs and, as she opened her legs, his dick sprang up between them. The area was well lubricated. The woman closed her legs once more, but now his firm shaft was trapped comfortably between her thighs, he began moving his hips, and his cock grooved along the charged entrance to her vagina.
Her hips circled automatically, provoking the man. His hands moved in an eager frenzy as they studied her body. She held her arms up and out of the way to give him easy access to her soft curves. He prodded her wide hips and ass and belly and breasts as his appetite overflowed. In his eagerness, his fingers pressed hard into her supple flesh. He was careless and the woman could tell that, in his carelessness, he would leave unmistakable marks all over her body. But, in that moment she didn’t worry about those things. Her husband’s humiliation was now unavoidable. Maybe, if he was more of a man, it would never have come to this.
Then her lover pushed her forward to find the optimal position, the two of them frantic with anticipation. She opened her legs once more and held still while he aligned himself with her entrance. Then, he pushed his cock into her in one firm motion. She groaned candidly as he filled her, and she reached back and groped for his body. He took her by the hips and began his visceral repetition — in and out. It was a simple position, one she’d experienced many times, but this was different, better. He had taken control of her in a way she’d never experienced.
For the man, the moment was a culmination, a dream he thought would never be realized. He’d long accepted the crush he had on her, but was resigned to the reality that his interest would never be reciprocated. The odds that the woman who rented him her spare bedroom, a wife and a mother, would be interested in him seemed impossibly remote. But, there were the times she gave him the odd look, and then, when she didn’t immediately shut down his advances he pressed the issue and saw that he wasn’t the only one who wanted it.
She told him earlier that he wouldn’t know what to do with her, but he was proving that very wrong. There was nothing nuanced in how he fucked her, but it mattered little. She never felt like this before, not once in her life. A flare of excitement shot through her, and she found herself pushing her hips back to meet each of his thrusts.
“Why did we wait so long for this? AHHHHH!!!” she said, letting herself enjoy the moment. Regret could come later.
As he increased his intensity, her low whines were replaced with loud degenerate cries. She could hear his friends laughing at her exclamations from the downstairs, and, with no more reason to worry about secrecy, she let go her last vestiges of decorum. The woman tore off the covers and slapped his hip, telling him she wanted something different. He paused his motion.
The moon was out now, and its soft pale light peeked through the bedside window. The man watched her, seeing her naked curves for the first time in the dim blueish light. She got on hands and knees with her hips spread wide, so she was low and close to the bed. Even her husband could give her enjoyment in this position, and she wanted to feel it with her new lover. He took his position behind her. Her face and chest rested on the bed and her vagina angled up towards him. He pushed his dick down and into her and she learned she wasn’t wrong about the position. She let out a loud, reverberating moan as he entered her. At that point she probably sounded like a caricature but cared little — she was in survival mode.
His thick member slid in and out of her as his pace quickened precipitously with his youthful ardor. The man became mesmerized by her thick ass. He watched with mounting pleasure as the waves of his thrusts echoed through her cheeks each time their bodies clapped together. He grasped the woman’s hips, and his thrusts became firmer and shallower as her vagina contracted utterly around his erection.
“oh — oh — Oh! — OHHHH!! GODDDD!!!!” she cried.
Her body stilled for a moment before the shudders of her orgasm erupted over her. The man arrived at the same time and in the brutality of his arrival he pushed the woman flat on the bed. Her climax was incredible, one of a kind in her life. It was heightened by the sensation of being pinned down while the man’s strong body forcing her down as his surging erection drove into her rapturing vagina.
Time passed and he eventually rolled off of her and the two of them found one another laying face-to-face on the bed. He placed a hand on her cheek and pulled her forward into a kiss. It wasn’t until that moment when the woman realized how much trouble she was in.