I knew I should have been pissed off with both Sarah and Daniel yet I felt the words she said painted images I had never before stopped myself from visualizing. The tent forming in my pants was a testament to this.
I had moved to the room bar to fetch myself a Scotch, but I opted for coffee instead. When I came back, I sat on the sofa. "Sarah? Look at me. What happened there in the car?" I asked her. I realized the words were coming out a bit louder than I intended. She flinched slightly at my voice.
Sarah started to speak then stopped. She tried again. Sarah found her voice this time. "David, I am so, so sorry. You know I completely love you, and I want you to know how I felt that day. I am going to be honest with you as I tell you everything that happened.”
As I listened, I was too stunned to think straight. "Okay, tell me, where did you go with him?" I demanded.
Sarah stared at me for a moment; then she continued. “Once I was in the car alone with Daniel, my mind raced wildly. He started off, without anything being said yet both could feel the tension that was between us. It was scary and exciting. Then Daniel said ‘If I were your husband, there's no way I'd let you alone with another man.’ ‘Well, you're not my husband,’ I told him. I knew I was ******** myself to tremendous risk by playing into his game and yet I couldn't help it. ‘You are lovely, Sarah’ he said softly. ‘You are handsome too,’ I surprised myself saying. My cheeks burned in shame. I could lose everything, just to satisfy, what? I wondered why I was here. Soon, I could barely breathe, the sexual tension was so thick. Inevitable, was the only word to describe the outcome. ‘Would it ruin our friendship if I kissed you?’ he said. He didn't let me answer, telling me to think about it. I had been thinking about it! “
"So, did he go ahead and kiss you then? “ I said, clearing my throat louder than I meant to.
Sarah took a deep breath. She appeared to be bracing herself for something. “Yes, he did. I did not realize he had taken another route and had stopped the car on the side of the road. Without asking for approval, Daniel he took my face in his hands and kissed my lips ever so gently I thought I'd melt. Rather than pull back, I let him kiss me. I was so startled, like a teenager who had been kissed for the first time on her first date. My heart was racing and I found myself drifting further off into the moment. When he stopped, I longed for him to kiss me again, to leave me breathless and light-headed. After a pause he again kissed me, this time fiercely, almost savagely. I found myself responding in the same way. One of his hands was locked in my head, holding my head back. The other hand gripped my body tightly. The thought flitted across my mind that I must stop the madness now. But intense, irresistible desire surged through my body and I clutched him as if I was drowning.”
What Sarah had just told me, was astonishing. I waited to see if Sarah wanted to say anything more but she didn't. I was unsure of what else to say, but seriously hoped Sarah would continue telling her story, and not leave out a single detail.
"Sarah, whatever you say from now on will never change how I feel about you. I love you and always will. But please tell me if this is what all happened between you that day? I need to know.” I said.
Sarah looked away from me. Her head dropped and she stared at the floor for a moment. Finally she calmed down and took a sniff, and a deep breath then let it out. “No,” she replied. “At that point, Daniel said something, ‘Why don’t we step outside for some fresh air?’ Overcome by the intoxication of my passion, I said, with a tone of desperation in my voice, "Let's go."
For a moment I was stunned by what she had said. "David, believe me at the time it seemed the most natural thing in the world to do.”
Even as I listened to Sarah, I was aware of the lustful thoughts racing through my mind. I no longer recognized the old Sarah: the one who used to make love with a deliberate quiet reserve: the pretty, honorable wife who used to lay nearly motionless, not wanting to appear too eager as I thrust inside her.
Listening to her, I realized that she had turned into a woman intent on satisfying her physical urge, no matter how deceitful. Yet I found myself squirming as I listened to her story and could feel my erection throbbing! I had the craziest desire to sneak my hand and stroke myself.
“Daniel immediately grabbed my hand and began to lead me outside. I followed him to a somewhat secluded area off of the beaten path behind a large clump of shrubs and trees. I couldn't exactly explain why I followed him. My heart was beating fast in my eagerness; my body ached with need. I inhaled deeply, trying to hang on to sanity. I stood there, trembling, eager to find out what was going to happen next. He smiled slightly and pressed me against a tree. I stiffened, knowing his intentions, but it was to no avail. My heart raced and my legs became wobbly as I realized this was the moment of truth. ‘He certainly knows how to take charge of a situation,’ I said to myself as he held me to him.
"Yeah, Daniel really knows what he wants," I said, even as I felt my arousal increase. I looked over at my wife and saw that she was blushing profusely as she looked back at me and continued the story.
“At first I just felt the cool touch of his lips against my throat and I closed my eyes, feeling the now familiar pleasure his kiss brought to me. I could not breathe as I felt myself slowly drifting away. He continued to kiss my throat. I shivered in anticipation of the promises borne in his kiss. I tilted my head back in silent need as his mouth moved to my breast through the material of my dress, kissing both of them, taking turns between them. My back arched of its own accord and a moan escaped my lips. My body trembled with need, my veins making me ache with desire and wanting.”
“His arm encircled my waist, pulling me closer to him. His tenderness made me feel so secure and made me feel as though he was kissing me with his heart. Our passion was mounting and I literally throbbed for him. It felt as if my heart was beating between my legs along with a passionate burning urgency. I moaned and writhed with pleasure under his kisses and caresses. I could feel his equal excitement as his evident hardness pressed against my thigh.”
After a small pause, Sarah continued her story. “I am not entirely sure exactly what happened that day, as parts of it are a bit hazy. I remember Daniel kneeling down in front of me and removing my shoes, unbuckling the thin straps and sliding them slowly off my feet. He took one foot and bringing it up to his mouth. His lips caressed me all the way up my leg, stopping just to start with the other foot. I could barely stand what he was doing, and his name escaped my lips, a low whisper. As he made his way up my left leg, he conveniently brought one leg down so that my legs were on either side of his shoulders. I moaned loudly as his lips met with my soft inner thigh. His tongue slid in between me causing me to wriggle with delight.”
“His lips pulled at the soft folds of my skin. I was paralyzed by shock as his tongue began to probe in the crevices and then, as he parted my lips with his fingers, to thrust deep inside me. Finally his relentless tongue found a tiny, sensitive place, so sensitive that his touch was almost painful at first. I forgot my shock as I was overwhelmed by the most piercing sensation I had ever experienced. Unable to restrain myself, I moved my hips up and down, faster and faster, rubbing my slippery flesh over his mouth, his chin, his nose, his forehead, totally absorbed in my own pleasure. It built and built, feeding on itself, until I felt utterly possessed by joy and opened my mouth to scream, at which point he clapped his hand over my face. But I screamed in my throat as the climax went on and on, ending in something that felt like an explosion and left my so drained that I thought I would never, never be able to get up.”
I listened to her quietly with a curious lack of anger. I didn't know what to say. My attention was now on the bulge in my pants. My cock was tucked to the left and most of the way erect, but was restrained. I let my hand trail its way down my body, and through the fabric I shifted my penis so that it was now pointing straight up, but still restrained. I stroked up the shaft a few times, and felt myself get harder. I was pretty sure that my wife would not notice if I gently stroked my hand across my throbbing cock through my pants. I was wrong. Sarah stopped and glanced my way and could see me trying to covertly touch myself. She paled even more when she saw me reached down and pulled out my cock and watched it bob around as if it had a mind of its own sometimes. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, like she didn't understand what I was doing.
I had moved to the room bar to fetch myself a Scotch, but I opted for coffee instead. When I came back, I sat on the sofa. "Sarah? Look at me. What happened there in the car?" I asked her. I realized the words were coming out a bit louder than I intended. She flinched slightly at my voice.
Sarah started to speak then stopped. She tried again. Sarah found her voice this time. "David, I am so, so sorry. You know I completely love you, and I want you to know how I felt that day. I am going to be honest with you as I tell you everything that happened.”
As I listened, I was too stunned to think straight. "Okay, tell me, where did you go with him?" I demanded.
Sarah stared at me for a moment; then she continued. “Once I was in the car alone with Daniel, my mind raced wildly. He started off, without anything being said yet both could feel the tension that was between us. It was scary and exciting. Then Daniel said ‘If I were your husband, there's no way I'd let you alone with another man.’ ‘Well, you're not my husband,’ I told him. I knew I was ******** myself to tremendous risk by playing into his game and yet I couldn't help it. ‘You are lovely, Sarah’ he said softly. ‘You are handsome too,’ I surprised myself saying. My cheeks burned in shame. I could lose everything, just to satisfy, what? I wondered why I was here. Soon, I could barely breathe, the sexual tension was so thick. Inevitable, was the only word to describe the outcome. ‘Would it ruin our friendship if I kissed you?’ he said. He didn't let me answer, telling me to think about it. I had been thinking about it! “
"So, did he go ahead and kiss you then? “ I said, clearing my throat louder than I meant to.
Sarah took a deep breath. She appeared to be bracing herself for something. “Yes, he did. I did not realize he had taken another route and had stopped the car on the side of the road. Without asking for approval, Daniel he took my face in his hands and kissed my lips ever so gently I thought I'd melt. Rather than pull back, I let him kiss me. I was so startled, like a teenager who had been kissed for the first time on her first date. My heart was racing and I found myself drifting further off into the moment. When he stopped, I longed for him to kiss me again, to leave me breathless and light-headed. After a pause he again kissed me, this time fiercely, almost savagely. I found myself responding in the same way. One of his hands was locked in my head, holding my head back. The other hand gripped my body tightly. The thought flitted across my mind that I must stop the madness now. But intense, irresistible desire surged through my body and I clutched him as if I was drowning.”
What Sarah had just told me, was astonishing. I waited to see if Sarah wanted to say anything more but she didn't. I was unsure of what else to say, but seriously hoped Sarah would continue telling her story, and not leave out a single detail.
"Sarah, whatever you say from now on will never change how I feel about you. I love you and always will. But please tell me if this is what all happened between you that day? I need to know.” I said.
Sarah looked away from me. Her head dropped and she stared at the floor for a moment. Finally she calmed down and took a sniff, and a deep breath then let it out. “No,” she replied. “At that point, Daniel said something, ‘Why don’t we step outside for some fresh air?’ Overcome by the intoxication of my passion, I said, with a tone of desperation in my voice, "Let's go."
For a moment I was stunned by what she had said. "David, believe me at the time it seemed the most natural thing in the world to do.”
Even as I listened to Sarah, I was aware of the lustful thoughts racing through my mind. I no longer recognized the old Sarah: the one who used to make love with a deliberate quiet reserve: the pretty, honorable wife who used to lay nearly motionless, not wanting to appear too eager as I thrust inside her.
Listening to her, I realized that she had turned into a woman intent on satisfying her physical urge, no matter how deceitful. Yet I found myself squirming as I listened to her story and could feel my erection throbbing! I had the craziest desire to sneak my hand and stroke myself.
“Daniel immediately grabbed my hand and began to lead me outside. I followed him to a somewhat secluded area off of the beaten path behind a large clump of shrubs and trees. I couldn't exactly explain why I followed him. My heart was beating fast in my eagerness; my body ached with need. I inhaled deeply, trying to hang on to sanity. I stood there, trembling, eager to find out what was going to happen next. He smiled slightly and pressed me against a tree. I stiffened, knowing his intentions, but it was to no avail. My heart raced and my legs became wobbly as I realized this was the moment of truth. ‘He certainly knows how to take charge of a situation,’ I said to myself as he held me to him.
"Yeah, Daniel really knows what he wants," I said, even as I felt my arousal increase. I looked over at my wife and saw that she was blushing profusely as she looked back at me and continued the story.
“At first I just felt the cool touch of his lips against my throat and I closed my eyes, feeling the now familiar pleasure his kiss brought to me. I could not breathe as I felt myself slowly drifting away. He continued to kiss my throat. I shivered in anticipation of the promises borne in his kiss. I tilted my head back in silent need as his mouth moved to my breast through the material of my dress, kissing both of them, taking turns between them. My back arched of its own accord and a moan escaped my lips. My body trembled with need, my veins making me ache with desire and wanting.”
“His arm encircled my waist, pulling me closer to him. His tenderness made me feel so secure and made me feel as though he was kissing me with his heart. Our passion was mounting and I literally throbbed for him. It felt as if my heart was beating between my legs along with a passionate burning urgency. I moaned and writhed with pleasure under his kisses and caresses. I could feel his equal excitement as his evident hardness pressed against my thigh.”
After a small pause, Sarah continued her story. “I am not entirely sure exactly what happened that day, as parts of it are a bit hazy. I remember Daniel kneeling down in front of me and removing my shoes, unbuckling the thin straps and sliding them slowly off my feet. He took one foot and bringing it up to his mouth. His lips caressed me all the way up my leg, stopping just to start with the other foot. I could barely stand what he was doing, and his name escaped my lips, a low whisper. As he made his way up my left leg, he conveniently brought one leg down so that my legs were on either side of his shoulders. I moaned loudly as his lips met with my soft inner thigh. His tongue slid in between me causing me to wriggle with delight.”
“His lips pulled at the soft folds of my skin. I was paralyzed by shock as his tongue began to probe in the crevices and then, as he parted my lips with his fingers, to thrust deep inside me. Finally his relentless tongue found a tiny, sensitive place, so sensitive that his touch was almost painful at first. I forgot my shock as I was overwhelmed by the most piercing sensation I had ever experienced. Unable to restrain myself, I moved my hips up and down, faster and faster, rubbing my slippery flesh over his mouth, his chin, his nose, his forehead, totally absorbed in my own pleasure. It built and built, feeding on itself, until I felt utterly possessed by joy and opened my mouth to scream, at which point he clapped his hand over my face. But I screamed in my throat as the climax went on and on, ending in something that felt like an explosion and left my so drained that I thought I would never, never be able to get up.”
I listened to her quietly with a curious lack of anger. I didn't know what to say. My attention was now on the bulge in my pants. My cock was tucked to the left and most of the way erect, but was restrained. I let my hand trail its way down my body, and through the fabric I shifted my penis so that it was now pointing straight up, but still restrained. I stroked up the shaft a few times, and felt myself get harder. I was pretty sure that my wife would not notice if I gently stroked my hand across my throbbing cock through my pants. I was wrong. Sarah stopped and glanced my way and could see me trying to covertly touch myself. She paled even more when she saw me reached down and pulled out my cock and watched it bob around as if it had a mind of its own sometimes. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, like she didn't understand what I was doing.
