Sarah's resolution

Kyle looked really surprised at the question, as if he hadn't expected it. He paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. "I... well, I mean, I'm not your husband, so I guess technically it would be. But," he continued, "if you're asking me if I'd want to have sex with you, the answer is yes. So," he added with a small smile, "it is fine."

Sarah felt a mixture of relief and confusion. On one hand, she was glad that Kyle seemed to be okay with it and didn't think she was some kind of terrible person. On the other hand, she still couldn't quite shake the feeling of unease. She was married, and having sex with Kyle, or rather helping him to have sex with you, was normal thing to do. She could not think of a single reason why the latter would be wrong. But asking him to have sex, that had totally different connotation to it.

"Listen Sarah, it is not that I do not want to fuck you, it is just that I am not so much in the mood right now," Kyle pointed at his soft cock, this state was quite a surprise to Sarah, "as you can see, I'm not even hard. So if you really want to, you would have to work a bit to get it up and hard."

Sarah felt her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at Kyle, searching his eyes for some sign of what he was thinking, but he simply watched the TV. She swallowed hard, and got on her knees between his legs, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she did it, and for a moment she wondered what would Chad say if he could see her now.

This stopped her for a moment, "Listen Kyle, I... I do not think what I am doing is right. I am married to Chad, and this is not how things supposed to be." Her voice was shaky, her eyes fixed on his face. "I mean, what I am doing right now feels like... cheating." She looked conflicted raising her hands to her face, touching her cheeks with her fingertips. "I just... I don't know why I am doing this."

Kyle reached out, cupping her face in his hands. His expression was soft, gentle. "Sarah," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You are doing it because you want to get fucked, right?" His hand got a little rougher on her face, for a moment she felt scared and opened her mouth, "Yes." she said quietly.

"And you know that I am the one who can fuck you the best, right? You want me, don't you? You want me to fuck you hard, fill you up with my cock?" Kyle's voice was low and husky, his grip on her face tightening. This time she slightly nodded before giving an answer, "Yes."

"Well than you have a choice, to go back to your husband and ask him to fuck you, I am sure he would be euphoric to do it. Or you can stop thinking about it and just start sucking my dick." With that Kyle let go of Sarah's face and leaned back on the couch watching down on her.

Sarah hesitated for a moment, looking up at Kyle, then down at his cock, still soft and limp in front of her. She wanted to do it, wanted to feel his cock inside her mouth, wanted to taste him, but the guilt, the thought of Chad, it all weighed so heavily on her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then slowly leaned forward, opening her mouth wide as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. She moaned softly as she felt him begin to harden in her mouth, her hands moving up to grip his thighs as she started to bob her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke.

Kyle's gently put his hand on her hair. She could feel his cock growing bigger, harder, and she knew she was going to take all of it. She moaned around him, the sound muffled but still erotic as she continued to suck and stroke him. Her cheeks hollowed out as she took more and more of him into her mouth, feeling him stretch her throat as she went deeper and deeper.

Finally, she pulled back for air, her cheeks flushed and her lips glistening with his precum. She looked up at Kyle, her eyes wide and dazed, and saw that he was watching her intently. His expression was a mix of desire and satisfaction. "You can finger yourself, I want to cum in your mouth," he said hoarsely.

Sarah nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement run through her as she reached down between her legs. She parted her lower lips with two fingers and began to rub her clit, moaning softly as her upper lips engulfed Kyle's cock once more. Her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she focused on the pleasure building inside her.

Kyle's hands gripped the back of the couch, his knuckles white as he watched her work on his cock and herself. He could feel the heat of her breath, the wetness of her mouth, and the tightness of her throat as she took him deeper and deeper. His hips bucked up involuntarily, wanting more contact with her mouth, wanting to feel her tongue on him.

Her fingers continued to work in tandem with her mouth, her body arching forward as she took him as far as she could. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the urge to come, and she knew that if she didn't stop, she would. But she didn't want to stop. She wanted to make Kyle feel good, to please him, to make him cum in her mouth.

Finally, she felt the familiar tightness in her abdomen, the release of tension as her orgasm washed over her. She moaned around Kyle's cock, her body shuddering with pleasure as she came. Her fingers slowed, no longer needed for relief as she concentrated on keeping Kyle's cock hard and satisfied.

Kyle's hips jerked up, his cock throbbing in her mouth as he came, filling her mouth with his seed. She swallowed eagerly, tasting him as he filled her, the taste making her heart race and her own arousal surge back up again. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him as she looked up at Kyle, their gazes locked. "I think it is going to be fine," she said finally, her voice shaking with emotion. "I mean, you feel good too in the end, right? So, it is not cheating at all."

Kyle laughed at Sarah's leaps of logic but kept quite simply massaging her breast.