Linda’s head was spinning from the two portions of rum. She knew that she should go home and resume her housework but she was enjoying the company of her neighbor. Her normal inhibitions were being impaired by the liquor and conversation. She couldn’t recall the last time that she had a conversation with a male other than her spouse.
Robert sensed that Linda was starving for attention and she would soon be begging him to fuck her. He just knew it. He saw Linda’s cup was somewhat empty so he poured some rum in her cup (more than the previous portions) and walked over to the coffee pot. This time he came around Linda’s side of the bar where her leg was leveled with his crotch. His cock straining to get out, he rubbed himself lightly upon her leg as he leaned in to serve her some coffee. He announced with a fake British accent, “More coffee for the Lady,” as he made a big spectacle of pouring the coffee. She looked up at him. She’d never noticed his sparkling, vibrant blue eyes. Then again, she’d never been this close to him. She smiled. She was eating up the attention.
Then Robert asked, “Cream for my Lady?” as he rubbed a little harder against her leg. She hadn’t noticed at first, but this time she did. Her eyes diverted to his cock as Robert asked her if she wanted cream. Robert had her where he wanted her. She was looking down when Robert leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Or does my Lady want my special cream?” She looked up and their lips met. The rum had chased her inhibitions away completely. She was loose and going with the flow.
A voice deep in her was telling her this was wrong, but his tongue in her mouth felt so right, so powerful. He cradled her face in his hands as he kissed her passionately. She was breathless as he broke the kiss and said, “I’ve wanted to do that for oh so long.” Then he descended on her again. This time however she kissed him back wrapping her arms around him pulling him to her. His tight body felt so strong, his taut back his bulging arms. He felt so masculine, unlike her husband. Her husband!! The thought made her pull back. She looked sheepishly at Robert and said, “I can’t do this. I’m married. I love my husband.” Her eyes teared up. “You’re married,” she told him. “We can’t do this!” Her weak attempt to stand up was foiled by Robert’s rough yet tender hands on her face. Again her mood swung, her light-headedness took hold, and she felt submissive to him again.
Robert pursed his lips and comforted her with a soothing “sshhh.” He was controlling her, or perhaps it was the rum that had weakened her defenses, but she sat back down on her stool. Robert kissed her again and her body gave in to his manipulations. She could feel her nipples hardening, her womanhood moistening. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she wanted to be touched, to be desired, to be taken.
The kiss was broken long enough for Robert to ask Linda, “Do you want me to fuck you? I won’t if you say no.” I’ll let you leave and all will be forgotten, but just know that I want you as much as I know you want me and if you say no you’ll always wonder.” He took a step back giving her room to up and leave if she so chose. She didn’t move a muscle. She looked down, ashamed. She wanted this as much as he did. How had this come to be? Thirty minutes ago she was safely in her house tending to her chores. Chores, Ugh!
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