The Married Woman

She knew that as a married woman, having sex with someone other than her husband could be considered morally wrong. In her defense, her marriage had felt more like a chore than a marriage as of late. Her husband didn't notice her and certainly didn't appreciate her. There was no intimacy and what little sex they had was not about her pleasure. He had become a selfish lover and seemed not to care about her wants, needs, or desires. She met Luis during new employee orientation. She was taken aback by how tall he was, and hairy. He had a full beard and a bushy ponytail. There was something striking about him, his size was impressive, and his presence was commanding. She studied him, the way he walked, the way he talked with a slight accent, and the way he sat, wide-legged and spread eagle.

Several times he caught her starring at him, but she couldn't make herself stop. She wanted him to notice her, wanted him to return the stare. There was a 15-minute break and she was determined to talk to him. She walked up to him and said hello. He stared down at her and gave a polite smile. She tried to make small talk, but he seemed disinterested; this only made her want him more. This went on all week, her staring at him and him not acknowledging her. It was the last day of orientation and she was chalking it up to a lost cause. She collected her purse and benefits information and began to walk to her car when she felt him behind her. He walked in front of her and spun around.

"Do you want to go to my house for a drink?" he asked.

She was stunned; he barely spoke to her all week, now he's inviting her to his house, for a drink? "Ummm, to your house? For a drink?"

"You've been staring at me all week, come to my house," and with that he walked off. She collected herself and followed him. She got into her car and followed him to his house, the whole time wondering what she was doing and if she'd be able to go through with it. She should call home, have her husband feed the kids, let him know she'd be late, but she didn't. She got out of the car and followed him to his front door, not saying a work but very aware of her breathing. Her heart was racing, and her palms were sweating.

His house was cluttered and mismatched. He brought her to the bedroom and kissed her; it was not rushed or hard, it was soft and gentle. His tongue pressing against her lips and into her mouth. His hands were in her hair, drawing her closer to him. She was on her tippy toes and he was bending down. He kissed her neck and pulled her sweater off, unbuckling her bra and exposing her breasts. He kissed down her neck, stopping at her breasts. He studied her body and looked her in the eyes, "you have a gorgeous body" he said. She could feel herself blush and wanted his mouth on her body again. She lifted his shirt, exposing his long torso. She kissed his stomach and unbuttoned his pants. He effortlessly picked her up and placed her on the bed. He unbuttoned her pants and kissed her belly and all around her waist. He slid her panties down and kissed all around her body. When he came to the top of her pussy he inhaled deeply and moaned. He began to kiss her, gently spreading her pussy and slowly licking her clit. "You taste amazing." She felt her body react to his touch. It had been years since she felt this way, sexy, desired. She began to rock in unison with his tongue. Her back was arched, and she was squeezing her tits. His tongue on her pussy, between her thighs felt amazing.

"I'm going to cum," she said. He licked faster on her clit allowing her to cum in his mouth, she moaned and quivered, cumming into his mouth.

"No one has made me feel like this," she said, breathless and flushed.

"I'm just getting started," he said, kissing her. She could taste her pussy on his mouth, and it turned her on. She kissed him deeply, and with a bit more force. He returned the kiss, forceful and passionate. She could see his enormous erection and was shocked at how big he was. She straddled him and slowly lowered her pussy onto his huge cock. He guided her hips up and down on his dick. His length and girth was more than she was used to, but her pussy adjusted. Feeling him fill her all the way up was amazing. She squeezed her pussy as she bounced up and down on him. She leaned back, allowing him to suck on her breasts. He gently bit her nipples and sucked on her tits.

"I want to fuck you," he said

"Fuck me," she moaned. He put her on her back and threw her legs up over her shoulders and began to fuck her, slow at first and then harder and faster. She felt his eyes burning into hers as he continued to fuck her harder and deeper. He was all the way in her, filling her with his massive cock.

"Does it feel good; do you like it?" he asked.

"So fucking good, please don't stop."

He fucked her harder, and deeper, never unlocking his eyes from hers. She was back on top, but he was in control. Gripping her hips drawing deeper and deeper into him. She felt herself getting ready to cum again. Her pussy felt so good; she continued ride his dick, allowing him to take control.

"I want to cum with you," he said. "Tell me when you're gonna cum."

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum all over your dick, please cum in me, I want to feel you explode in my pussy." They came together, his cock exploding into her and her pulsating on his dick. She collapsed onto his chest. Sweaty and flushed, she wasn't sure she could feel her legs, let alone walk. He stayed inside of her, until she climbed off of him.

She got dressed without talking. He thighs sticky with his cum, her face flushed and her mouth still tasting his. He walked her to the front door. "See you Monday," he said. She just nodded. She felt giddy and sexy and like a woman.