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Leaning forward with my back arched Ted immediately noticed when my nipples got hard. He reached up to touch them, but I quickly pushed his hand away. What Ted probably didn't notice was how wet I was getting. I was almost gushing at this point. My mind was racing. I was in bed with a man who was not my husband. He had just made me shave my pubic hair and now I was sliding my pussy up and down his oversized cock. Whatever reluctance or embarrassment I had felt previously was completely gone I was 100% into this. I looked down at Ted who was clearly enjoying this himself. My own satisfaction was quietly revealed to Ted through moans and heavier breathing. I could tell Ted knew I wanted him.
Ted had convinced me that sliding his cock through my cameltoe wasn't sex and it wouldn't be cheating. To be honest I really had convinced myself he was right. That was the only way I could have made it to this point. Up until this point it was the situation that had been a turn on, I was living out one of my stories, but I began feeling my body betray me. For some reason I decided that if I let myself have an orgasm it would be cheating so I had to keep myself in check. While I was pretty clear I wanted Ted, I couldn't give in and betray Mike.
Sliding up and down the length of Ted's cock I closed my eyes and willed myself NOT to climax. I began concentrating on not having an orgasm, which seemed to bring me closer and closer to actually having one. While I had my eyes closed Ted tried to pull my blouse up over my head. I started to stop him, but when I felt myself losing my concentration I decided not to risk having an orgasm to keep my shirt on so I let him pull it off.
I leaned back down, my fingers and nails digging into his chest to help hold myself up. Again I began tracing my steps asking myself how I had got here. I looked down and watched Ted watching me. I was almost completely naked riding up and down the length of his cock and I was close, so close to an orgasm I could taste it. I held my ground, sliding back and forth willing myself not to climax.
Soon I realized that I was working harder and harder to keep myself on the edge of an orgasm. I could feel the yet-to-be realized orgasm building in strength and intensity and I to be honest fighting it was giving me as much pleasure as I thought the orgasm might provide. I closed my eyes, bit my lip and began moving a little faster. While I was holding Ted's chest he wasn't able to reach my breasts, but I could tell he was dying to squeeze them and that fact turned me on even more.
Instead Ted grabbed my waist. He was helping me slide back and forth, but he was helping a little too much. With each forward slide he will pull me a little too far forward so I could feel the head of his penis pressing against my vagina. The pressure felt good, but if we went just a little farther his penis would pop up and I would lose the momentum and the orgasm I was holding back. Of course I realized that I was enjoying this just a little too much and wondered how that would affect my 'guilt' in the situation.
Just as those thoughts filled my head Ted pulled me too far and his penis flopped to the side. Quickly, almost too quickly I lifted my body and resumed sliding over his cock. Again I wondered what I was doing. I could tell Ted was about ready to cum and assumed it was almost over. My only question was, "Would I let myself climax?" I had already convinced myself that an orgasm was the line I would not cross, but I began to rationalize that I was getting as much or more pleasure from holding back than I would from the actual orgasm. In fact, the sensation of stopping the orgasm was perhaps the most pleasurable experience I had ever had as a woman.
Here I was really beating myself up and the truth was I was riding the cock of my husband's employee. There was no 'innocent' way to do this. I had all but given myself permission to have an orgasm when Ted pulled me too far for a second time. Not wanting to stop since I had given myself permission to climax I tried to slide back over Ted without stopping. I arched my back to keep my clit in contact with Ted, but Ted had tilted his pelvis trying to maintain contact. When I began to move backward the tip of his penis pressed against my vagina. At first I thought that it would slide through the lips of my vagina allowing me to keep stroking his cock, but the tip slipped inside of me instead.
The moment I felt the tip of his penis inside of me I knew I would let him fuck me. The pretense was over I wanted him and I couldn't help it anymore. I gasped when I felt him just inside and my momentum hadn't stopped, I was still moving backward. I started to sit up, but that just made it slide farther inside. Ted was still holding my waist when he settled the matter. I feigned surprise and reluctance, but when he pulled my body down onto his penis I couldn't hide my delight.
I sat back and arched my back allowing his penis to fully penetrate me. Feeling him inside of me I could tell he was bigger and longer than Mike. I looked down at Ted and for the first time I thought I could feel something for him. Staring into his eyes I said, "Oh God, this feels good."
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