Chris

“I’m looking over your pictures again. I can’t believe you posed like that for me. I bet you can imagine what I’m doing as I’m looking through them.”

Sandra smiles as she thinks about his hard cock in his hand. She looks around the empty apartment and makes a decision. She types back a quick reply, “I have an idea. I’m sure you don’t need a hand with that.”

Ping. “Need, no. I’m more than willing to accept some assistance though.”

“I’ll be over in a few minutes.” Sandra rushes to the bathroom and touches up her makeup, and then swaps out her flats for a pair of heels. Traffic is heavy, but she manages to make it to Chris’s place in less than 45 minutes. Checking her lipstick before she gets out of the car, she starts to wonder if what she is doing is too wrong. She takes several breaths and then knocks on his door. When he opens it he is shirtless and is wearing sweatpants. She bites her bottom lip when she sees how his cock is stretching the fabric and any questions about this left her mind.

As she walks past him he places a hand on her butt and she can fill her skin tingling. They sit beside each other on the sofa and Sandra can see that Chris had loaded the pictures on to his TV so he can see can see them easily.

“I’m not sure if I want to see myself that big.”

“We can look at them on a computer, if that makes you more comfortable.” he offers.

“No, it is OK. I just wasn’t quite expecting to see myself displayed that way.”

Chris places an arm around her and she curls in to him. He starts to flip from one picture to the next, telling her what he liked about each one. As his voice gets husky with desire she can feel herself getting turned on as well. She slides her hand up his thigh and his voice catches when she cups his balls through the sweatpants.

Sandra smiles up at him and winks. “Go on. I do love the way you talk about my body.”

Chris smiles back at her, wanting to toss the remote to the side and jus fuck her on the sofa, but tears his eyes away from her smiling, upturned face to look at the screen.

Emboldened, Sandra plays with his balls for a couple minutes, listening to his voice and his heartbeat before using just the tip of her finger to caresses his hard cock through his sweatpants.

Chris thinks he is going to die with the teasing as he looks at her sexy pictures on the TV. When he gets to the last one he looks down at her.

She looks back up with innocent eyes. “You really like those, don’t you?” He can only nod. She pulls at his waistband, but his hand clasps around her wrist, stopping her.

“Before this goes any further I need to know. Does your husband know you are here?”

She releases his sweatpants and leans away from him. “No. Josh is working late. I had something nice planned for him, so I told him that I was going out and not to wait up.” She looks away. “I know this is wrong, but I’m hurting.” She looks back at him with tears in her eyes, “Should I leave?”

Chris pulls her to him and leans down to kiss her, letting her make the decision of the last inch. She closes the gap and kisses him hard as her fingernails rake down his chest. Sandra is lost in the kiss and Chris’s strong embrace. They break the kiss and look at each other for a moment.

Sandra grabs his cock through the fabric and squeezes it firmly. “So, would you like help with this?” he lets out a groan and she snakes her hand in to the sweatpants. She leans up and nibbles on his ear as her thumb rubs the pre-cum that is oozing from the tip. “Tell me Chris does this feel as good as when you touch yourself?”

“Oh gawd, so much better.”

“Look up at the TV. Do you see that slut up there, exposing herself for you?” She starts to stroke his cock slowly. “Tell me, what do you want to do to that slut?”

He growls, “I want to get her on her knees. Slap her in the face with my cock. Make her beg for it.”

Sandra lets go of his cock and tugs on the sweatpants. He raises his hips and she is able to expose his cock, giving her a better angle to stroke it. “So you think she would submit to you like that? On her knees begging for your cock?”

“Ugh. Yes, I’ll make her beg for it and then when I finally let her lick and kiss it I’ll shove it in to her mouth and fuck her face with it.”

Sandra starts to stroke faster, his eyes are glued to the TV. “Tell me more. What next?”

“When I’m about to cum I’ll pull out of her mouth and cum all over her face.” His thrusting hips are matching her stoking.

“You want to cover her with your cum?”

“Yes. Yes! YESSSSSSS!” Chris cums hard; his semen spraying on to her hand, his chest and his stomach.

He pants and she uses her clean hand to direct his gaze to her so that he can watch her lick it all of her hand before tongue bathing his stomach and chest. She smiled up at him as she sucked his flaccid cock in to her mouth and sucked the remaining from him. He shudders in post-orgasm delight. “Mmmm. You taste better than my husband.”

Chris pulls her up and kisses her hard. Sandra starts to straddle him, but he pushes her to the side and climbs on top of her. He kisses her again as he roughly kneads her breast through her shirt. Sandra starts to struggle, but moans as she digs her claws in to his back. Chris growls and arches his back. “Now it is your turn.” Before she can realize what he means he is on his knees and is pushing her skirt up. Sandra spreads her legs wide, inviting him to her bare pussy.

Chris slowly kisses his way up her inner thighs. When he reaches the apex, he stops to make eye contact with her and kisses her engorged labia. Sandra gasps softly and then moans as he works his tongue between then. He slowly parts them lick by lick until her clit starts to peak out. He flicks it twice with the tip of his tongue. Needing more she grabs his head and pulls him in to her. “Suck it.” Sandra commands. He sucks her clit between his lips and massages it with his lips as he easily slides a finger deep in to her. Sandra bucks against his face and finger, feeling her orgasm crash over her. Chris doesn’t relent until Sandra pushes him away, gasping for air. Chris smiles up at her before joining her on the sofa. Sandra curls in to him. “Fuck that was good.” Sandra’s stomach growls and they both break out in laughter. “I haven’t had dinner yet.”

“Stay there and relax.” Chris kicks off his sweatpants and heads in to the kitchen. Sandra watches his taught ass. After the microwave dings a few times he calls her to the kitchen. On the small table is a plate with a pork chop, mashed potatoes, sautéed green beans and two glasses of wine. “I had dinner earlier, and this is my leftovers. Please, eat.” Sandra digs in and complements him on his cooking.

After she is done he refills the wine glasses and head back to the sofa. They cuddle and chat as they slowly finish the bottle of wine. Chris sighs. “I guess you should be getting home.”

Sandra looks at her watch and shrugs. “He may only be leaving work now.” She checks her phone to see five messages from him, but doesn’t read them. “Tonight is for me.” She turns to him and kisses him deeply. She slips down to the floor and smile up at him as she takes his flaccid cock in to her mouth. Chris groans and lets his head fall back as she sucks him hard. He looks back down when he doesn’t feel her mouth surrounding his cock any more to see her stripping out of her clothes. “We got them a bit sweaty before, I didn’t want to add to it.” She takes his balls in to her mouth as she starts to tease her erect nipples. “I’m going to try to swallow all of your delicious cock. I want your cum down my throat.” With that she takes him in to her mouth until the tip of his cock is touching the back of her throat. Chris groans and thrust his hips forward, causing her to gag slightly. Her head bobs up and down, slurping loudly on his cock as she gets a little bit more in each time. She takes her time, enjoying his cock and the way he claws at the sofa. Almost too soon for her she can feel him getting thicker in her mouth. She forces herself to take the last bit of length, the tip of his cock, stretching her tight throat. Gasping he holds her head in place, thrusts in to her mouth and shoots his load in to her throat. Sandra swallows hungrily, milking the cum from him.

Panting he lets go. Sandra wantonly licks and sucks his cock clean. He pulls her in to his lap and kisses her passionately. “Oh fuck. Any time you need a ‘night for yourself’, please feel free to call me.” Sandra nuzzles his neck as she squirms in his lap.