Deception, Lust, and Passion

He brought his face to my clitoris and began to lick my juices like a dog lapping water on a hot day. I collapsed onto the sheets, trembling with passion. He paused again. I think his intention was to torment me in that way, and he did it so well. “Now show me what you’ve learned.” I kissed my juices off his chin, then leaned forward, stimulating my clitoris as he had shown me. “Am I good?” I asked

His soft brown hair and plump, full lips drove me crazy as I pretended to listen to what he was saying. Because in reality, all I wanted was to lean in, press my lips against his, and slip my tongue into his mouth. Our eyes met, and I knew he knew what was on my mind. Silence ensued. I had seen him at work for some time, but he hadn’t introduced himself until now. His wedding ring sparkled as a reminder that he represented forbidden territory. But I didn’t care. Then he asked:
“Would you spend tomorrow with me?”

Just infinitely intrigued, I could hardly keep my composure, and my panties were soaked with anticipation. I couldn’t believe he was really asking me what he was asking.
“Sure,” I replied in a totally innocent tone.
I watched as he stared at my breasts, my suddenly hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric of my blouse. I longed to feel his touch, but I knew that would have to wait.

The night dragged on. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep; I couldn’t get him out of my head. He had asked to meet in the supermarket parking lot in Marinići. I didn’t know where we would go from there, and that mystery heightened my desire. I thought about the upcoming adventure, relaxing in a hot bath. That man was almost a complete stranger to me, but as I imagined an intimate encounter with him, all possible sexual fantasies came to mind. I plunged my hands into the water and pushed them deep between my legs. I then slowly spread my legs and positioned myself under the stream of water. I moved up and down to catch the pressure of the stream on my trembling core. A powerful jet of water splashed over my body as I closed my eyes, imagining him watching me. The heat of the water caressed my body, bringing calm in a powerful orgasm.

Morning finally arrived. As I sat in my car in the parking lot, waiting for him to show up, I began to wonder what I was actually doing. Why was I here? After all, he was married. I couldn’t expect anything serious from that. I knew he had kids, but really, when I looked at it overall, I didn’t know anything about him. All I knew for sure was that every time he walked into the office, I wanted to be with him. I thought he might not show up, and I had spent hours preparing, shaving, painting my nails, choosing the best perfume. When I finally saw him getting out of his car and approaching me, I remembered why I was here. He was divine, and I wanted him. I asked him:
“Where are we going now?”
“To my house,” he replied with a smile.

He really intended to take me to his house and cook me lunch. That dangerous act enchanted me, as he himself mentioned that he was happily married. I thought how tempting fate was actually very sexy and exciting.

As soon as we entered, he turned to me and kissed me for the first time, as an introduction to what was yet to come. I enveloped his tongue with my lips and began to gently suck it. The grocery bags fell to the floor just before he pulled me into his chest. It seemed he liked how I tugged at his tongue with my lips; I could clearly feel his penis moving and hardening. I was ready. Reluctantly pulling away, I said:
“What about that meal you promised me?”
He asked me with a laugh:
“Are you serious?”, picked up the bags from the floor, and headed to the kitchen.
I kicked off my shoes and looked around the room. I said loudly:
“Your wife has style in decorating.”

At that moment, the phone rang. I heard him talking just as I headed toward the bathroom, wanting to freshen up a bit. From the snippets of conversation I could hear, I realized he was talking to his wife. His voice grew deeper as I approached the open door and gave him a chance to watch me standing in front of the large mirror, combing my hair. Still talking, he came up to me and began to unbutton my blouse. He slipped his hand to my breasts and began to playfully pinch my nipples with his fingers.
“I love you, babe. Bye.”

I no longer even noticed that he was still talking on the phone. He hung up. I was already so aroused that I wasn’t thinking about the phone, his family, or even the food. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled his magnificent cock into the light of day. He gently pushed me to kneel and brought his cock to my parted lips. I eagerly accepted him. He moved back and forth, and I enjoyed the intoxicating taste. He pushed deeper, filling my mouth all the way to my throat, and grabbed my head with his hands. This was what I had been waiting for since the first moment I met him. But he pulled my hair and lifted me to my feet; his hands explored under my skirt to find the wet, actually soaked source.

“You’re soaked. It’s time for me to take care of you,” he said.
He led me down a narrow hallway to the bedroom and laid me on the bed. He began to kiss me, making sure not to miss any part of my body.
“Has anyone shown you how to best pamper yourself?” he asked me.

Somewhat surprised by the question, I shook my head. He continued:
“You see, we need to take your finger and start drawing wide circles far away from your vagina. We have to do this very slowly and gently, outlining full circles, moving a little closer each time we outline a full circle.”

With his finger, he began to show how it should be done, and I just watched him. It was very erotic. He knew he had full control and used that knowledge to the fullest. His gaze was constantly directed between my legs. He brought me to ecstasy even before he reached my insides. I was ready to explode in climax, and then he suddenly stopped.

“Wait a minute. We’re not done. Not yet,” he said, spreading my legs to fully open my soaked entrance.
He brought his face to my clitoris and began to lick my juices like a dog lapping water on a hot day. I collapsed onto the sheets, trembling with passion. He paused again. I think his intention was to torment me in that way, and he did it so well.
“Now show me what you’ve learned.”

I kissed my juices off his chin, then leaned forward, stimulating my clitoris as he had shown me.
“Am I good?” I asked.
“You are, but not like me,” he replied, grabbing me from behind and thrusting his cock into me.

He pushed harder and harder, more fiercely. His cock was so hard and stiff that I could barely endure it. He drove deeper and deeper. He continued without interruption, accelerating the pace continuously, until we both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
Aside from us, it seemed there was no one else in this world. Sweat flowed over our bodies. He wiped a bit of sweat from his chest and applied it to my stomach. His penetrating gaze connected with mine. It was a moment I wanted to hold onto forever. He drove me back to the parking lot. As we said goodbye, he kissed me as he had when he first kissed me. I wanted to know:
“When will I see you again?”
“Soon,” he said almost absentmindedly.
The next morning, I eagerly headed to work. Just as I focused on the project in front of me, I heard his voice.
“Good morning,” he said.

I looked up from the paper in front of me, and he was there. Without any additional words, he placed a sealed envelope in front of me and disappeared as quickly as he had come. The message read:
“What you can do with your lips drives me crazy. Your eyes, face, body, protruding nipples, and alluring pussy don’t leave my mind. Can we meet after work?”

At that moment, I definitely knew I was irreversibly hooked on a married man. Taking a deep breath, I followed him. I caught him as he entered his office. Discreetly, I slipped the envelope with my response to his message and my address into his hand. When I was sure no one was watching us, I squeezed the visible bulge under his pants with my hand, then simply rushed back to my workplace.

Opening the door to my apartment, I heard familiar sounds from the living room. Peeking through the glass door, I saw my roommate and her boyfriend in a loving embrace. Surprised, I continued to watch them. I had never seen her completely naked before. Her long, shiny blue hair partially covered her perfectly firm, round breasts. I lowered my gaze over her flat stomach to the thick bush between her legs. The guy stood behind her, kissing her neck and caressing her back with one hand. She leaned back against him, rubbing against his chest, then bent forward, almost breaking at the waist, spreading her legs.

With both hands, she was pulling her lips apart in trembling anticipation. It didn’t take long for him to accept the invitation. With one hand, he grabbed her ass, with the other positioning his hard cock for entry. He accepted her with the other hand, then violently thrust into her. So violently that she screamed loudly, throwing her head back, making me fear she would break her neck. She continued to moan loudly as the guy, eyes closed, muscles tense, wildly thrust into her. I decided to leave before they came to their senses and noticed me. The moment I stepped out of the building, the man I had been waiting for appeared.

“We can’t go in,” I said disappointedly.
“Don’t tell me it’s because someone is already making love in your apartment?!”
“Well, you could say it has something to do with that,” I replied, surprised.
And then something came to my mind. I took his hand and led him to the garage we used as storage.
“Hmm, this is something,” he commented.
We squeezed past the stacked boxes. I stood beside him.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
His fingers touched my lips, gently tracing their edges with his fingers. I couldn’t handle it calmly. I parted my lips, inviting his fingers inside, teasing him with my tongue.
“You remember, the last time we saw each other, you squeezed my balls before leaving. Do you mind continuing where you left off?” he said.

He unbuttoned his pants, and his already hardened cock appeared. In joyful anticipation, I began to undress. He watched with desire. Slowly, teasing him, I pulled my panties from under my short skirt and held them in front of his nose. He greedily sniffed my scent on them, licking the trace of wetness. I climbed onto him. His cock filled my insides in an instant as he fiercely sucked my nipples. I tightly squeezed his cock with my thighs. He rhythmically moved to loosen my muscles that held him tightly and securely captive. I could feel my moisture flowing down my thighs. At the same time, as he thrust his thick cock into me to the limits, he pulled my hair.

“Is this satisfying you?” he asked.
Caught in climax, I couldn’t respond. I felt his seed bursting inside me, and then the rhythm began to slow down.
“I’m falling in love with you,” I whispered to him.
He looked at me, I would say, pityingly and replied:
“I know.”

He reached for my blouse and pulled it over my shoulders. The man to whom I had just opened my heart and soul began to dress me. Wordlessly, he pulled my panties up and adjusted my skirt.
“I think we need to take a break from seeing each other,” he said.
He took my hand and covered his chest with it, where I could clearly feel the beats of his heart.
“I’m falling in love with you too,” he said.
He finished dressing me and gently kissed me on the top of my head.
“We can’t continue like this,” were the last words he said to me.

I sat on the boxes with tearful eyes as he left. Intense feelings were tearing me apart, but I knew he was right, at least for now. I hope not for long.