“Take me to the bed you share with her.” I stand, my rock hard cock pointing straight at her as I scooped her into my arms, carrying her the way I carried my wife on our wedding night. I threw her down on our raised bed as she giggled, perky breasts moving wonderfully as she propped herself up, looking me up and down as I stood at the edge of the bed. I looked down at her pale form, marvelling as her hands traced her sensitive spots, clearly still completely aroused despite her barely subsided shuddering orgasm.
I startled as she suddenly shifted, both hands grasping my throbbing erection before she lowered her head to delicately caress the head of my cock with her tongue. I took a half step back as the pleasure of her touch nearly overwhelmed me. Tracy grinned up at me. “Still feeling guilty?” she asked, running the fingers of one hand slowly up and down my cock as her other hand went to her pussy, sliding easily through the slick wetness. The shy, nearly demure young woman of the bar was all but gone, replaced by a lascivious seductress.
A vision of my wife in a similar position as she gets ready for bed, wearing a heavy nightgown and talking about minutia of her workplace dramas ran through my head, but faded quickly as I took in the breathtaking young lady on our bed. I shook my head at her. She smiled again and started to stroke me faster, increasing the pressure. “Do you want to go all the way?” she asked, gesturing towards her glistening slit as she shifted on the bed, moving towards the edge and bringing her pussy closer to my bulging dick.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed hoarsely, a sudden realisation shocking through my pleasure. Tracy looked at me, concern flashing across her face as she quickly removed her delicate hand from my engorged shaft. “My wife and I, we don’t use condoms. I don’t have any protection.” Tracy’s crystalline laughter shocked me a little as she looked up at me from the bed, legs opened wide and her pussy only inches from the end of my cock.
“I wouldn’t have let you use one if you had them!” she growled, lips twisting into a wicked grin. “Now, let’s stop being silly.” she grasped my cock and pulled me towards her. My rational mind broke as I let her guide me towards her, the heat of her pussy palpable well before I touched her.
“Oh shit” I moaned as I felt her slide my cock up and down her wet slit. I leaned over her to kiss her deeply as I felt her guide me to her opening. My hands found the hard nubs of her nipples as the head of my dick entered her. I squeezed them firmly as we both gasped, my thick shaft sliding smoothly into Tracy’s tight, wet pussy. Tracy looked me in the eye and said, through gasps as I started to move in her.
“Isn’t this better than fucking your wife? Don’t you wish you’d been fucking around on her for years?” she swallowed as I sped up, starting to thrust harder and deeper into her, my balls slapping against her perfect, round ass. “Are you enjoying your first taste of forbidden fruit?” she whispered in my ear as I put my hands under her ass, lifting her so I could pound her harder, wildly thrusting into her as she looked into my eyes, holding her legs high and wide.