Cheating

Renée never expected that voice on the line after all these years—Janet, the woman who first taught her how a woman’s tongue could shatter reality. When her former lover invites her over, Renée’s visit to the sunbaked limestone quarry reignites molten memories…and dripping anticipation beneath her fingers. Naked swims and urgent self-pleasure can’t prepare her for Janet’s confession: a marriage crumbling, desperate loneliness, and the hungry ghost of their unresolved lust.

Wine flows. Robes loosen. Candles flicker over Janet’s lush curves—heavy breasts, dark thatch of pubic hair, greedy mouth trailing kisses down Renée’s waxed skin. Fingers and tongues claim every forbidden inch: clits swollen beneath expert suction, pussies grinding into slick friction, a gold ring teased mercilessly as fingers plunge deep—one dancing over Renée’s clenching asshole while Janet’s tongue orchestrates raw, screaming ecstasy. Their moans echo through the married woman’s home, each orgasm a betrayal that tastes sweeter than the last…

But when daylight threatens, will they dare to awaken whatever wildfire this night ignited—or leave their bodies aching, forever starving for just one more forbidden taste?

About six years ago, I made a trip to a resort sponsored by my employer. I had heard countless stories of people, married people and others, finding sexual adventures there.

The resort was on a beach in California and was very picturesque. Three same-sex employees were accommodated in the housing units. Our trip lasted 3 days and 2 nights. While I was flirting with any woman I thought might be interested at a distance. Our group consisted of women of different racial and ethnic backgrounds. Being single, I felt I had nothing to lose.

One of my best friend’s mothers is about 42 or 43 years old and is absolutely beautiful. She has about 5’ 7", with long smooth legs, and perfect breasts that are not too big not too small. They’re natural, so they look perfect. She’s the typical blonde soccer mom everyone wants to fuck in the neighborhood. She is a gardener and takes care of her bushes in front of her house and her gardens in the garden.

Sitting in my garden, drinking a cold beer, the door rings. I get up, I answer only to find a shimmering blonde with sparkling green eyes, standing in my door. I feel a climb in my pants!

“Is the lady of the house there?” she said softly.

“No, but what can I do for you?” I’m answering.

“My name is Fawn, I’m the new Avon Lady, I just wanted to introduce myself.”

I’ve been seeing you for a while. I should say, literally, see, how harmless that was. I was deeply and passionately in love with Sandy, but unfortunately she was married. Although she knew how I felt, for months we had only occasional lunches. Some time ago, we went to various parks and talked nicely. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massages to release tension. Once, I even massaged her. And several times we shared a most delicious hug, but chaste and platonic. We both knew that there was more to our feelings than those “meetings” and we, each in our own way, were hungry more. But we were faithful, at least physically faithful.

I first met him through an online discussion room; he started with us discussing time, news, the usual conversation and progressed to discuss our sexual fantasies. This is where it became interesting, we were both in the middle of thirty, both married, both excited and open-minded. When he told me about his favorite fantasy, I was interested but careful, it seemed that another woman would do something, certainly not me. As we got to know each other better, I became determined to help him realize his fantasy. The fantasy he had in mind was as follows, he enters a hotel room to find a woman, naked, eyes closed, kneeling on the bed. So far, the really exciting thing was that he and the woman would never meet before and have no idea what the other person looks like, so she wouldn’t be allowed to open her eyes until he says so. This part excited me, I had been talking to him for several months and we spoke on the phone, but I could only speak to him about his appearance. I decided to do it and we arranged it for the next week.

A message on the answering machine was the only notice of his imminent arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would be here to stay just 48 hours. She sighed deeply in frustration. Twice before she came to see him. The first time, several years earlier, it had been soundly rejected. It hurt her. The second was during a visit when he had undergone surgery on his shoulder. I can’t really blame him for not being sexually interested. He was suffering a lot. But she and Greg had talked to him several times as the man she could be with. It was certainly one of his fantasies. If it were to become a reality, it would be another story.

I found out my new girlfriend Evelyn wasn’t in the mood. She didn’t get upset easily. So I was a little surprised one day by a little mood change, but suddenly. We were at the mall, and she asked me to come with her to one of those chic women’s shops where she was going to leave a dress to be modified that she had bought earlier. She let me wait at the cash register while she went into the dressing room to drop off the dress. When she left, she was in her pleasant and joyful mood, but when she came back, she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t say. She only said that the tailor was there, and that he would change the dress but that it had to be measured first. She told me she’d be back and back in the dressing room. It’s funny, but seeing her leave, I was thinking about her body.

My wife is a charming woman, with long burning red hair and crystal green eyes. Her name is Karen and she has 5'8 with long legs in shape. Its silhouette is perfect with full and firm breasts measuring 39" that require a D-cup bra. His hips also measure 39" but there is no ounce of fat on it. She has the softest, tightest and rounded ass you’ve ever seen. Even though her broad hips give her a big ass, her small size of 24" ends on her hour glass silhouette.

She looked good in what she had. The shape of her body suggests she’s very sporty.

Her top was low enough to show her neckline in her well-proportional breasts. When she leaned, they almost seemed to fall.

The pants she wore were skin tight on her ass, and slightly rang her feet. She had a nice ass.

She was following me around the gym. After I finished on a certain machine, I was heading through the room to work on another muscle arm/shoulder. After a minute, she came to the machine right next to me. This has happened several times.