Stop Her

“Honey, all I need is you.” Adam answered with a strength that he didn’t know he had.

Holly just rolled her eyes. “That’s cute honey, but we both know we’re not working out.”

Adam started to speak, but Holly’s words rang true.

“I’ve been trying to tell you, I want you to see other people.” Holly reminded him as she gently stroked his cheek. “I need this.”

Adam nodded with understanding, and Holly’s face lit up. She turned and dashed toward the door.

With a wink Holly turned and opened the door, letting their guest in. It was Sara, wrapped in a long khaki coat. She was radiating sex appeal. “About time!” her gaze locked onto Adam with a look of smoldering lust.

Without a word, Sara began unbuttoning her coat, her movements deliberate and seductive. The khaki fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her now familiar youthful and toned lines. Adam found himself captivated, drawn into a vortex of forbidden longing. He watched, mesmerized, as Sara approached him. Holly silently leaned against the doorframe, her eyes burning with an intensity that mirrored Sara’s, and the bewilderment in Adam’s heart.

This went beyond simply satisfying hidden desires. This was more than pushing the boundaries of their marriage. They were shattering them.

Sara’s lips met Adam’s in a deep, fervent kiss. His heart pounded a frantic rhythm like never before. The taste of betrayal mixed with the unfamiliar thrill of forbidden desire. Sara’s teeth grazed his lip, a sharp sting amidst the heat of her touch. The zipper’s scratch and the fabric’s soft whisper on skin were joined by the fast rush of blood to his swelling cock as Sara slid her delicate fingers around his thick girth. Adam gasped for air, lungs burning, as Sara’s head dipped again, her kisses hot and wet against his throbbing erection. This time, under his wife’s delighted gaze.

Sara savored the experience, a second chance to explore the glorious cock she’d coveted for so long. Her wet tongue traced his sensitive head with slow, luxurious teasing circles before trailing up the underside, with a deliberate, sensual exploration of its receptive length.

Adam groaned and arched his back in appreciation as he caringly stroked Sara’s hair, even as his wife’s eyes were glued to him, biting her lip and slowly hiking up her dress as his erection disappeared into his lover’s lips.

“Fuck that slut.” Holly said.

“Don’t call her that.” Adam snapped back in Sara’s defense.

“What are you going to do about it?” Holly asked coldly, with a sly smirk.