6 comments/ 28632 views/ 3 favorites Affairs Of The Heart By: espeteroh We should never have put ourselves into that situation. We were friends. We had gone out for lunch, had a wonderful and long conversation and when the impatient eyes of the waiter descended upon us for the millionth time we had retired to a nearby lake with a beautiful vista just to continue our conversation. I had twisted my body in the car seat so I could look directly at her and into her eyes, intoxicating and blue. They had always attracted me. I truly enjoyed just being with her. But my eyes had drifted slight to the right to her hair, dark blonde, long and where it was usually tied back she had left it loose that day. I had taken some of it in my hand and was playing with it. Lisa wasn't surprised by this as I had long complimented her on her hair and once, in joking, run my hands through it and told her how her hair was seducing me. We had both laughed about it at the time and it had reinforced in us an accepted level of comfort and intimate friendship that men and women can enjoy. Our conversations were of the sort that we could talk and talk and then both of us go silent for a minute or more and we'd found we could be comfortable in that silence. So there we were at just such a moment, silence and thinking nothing of it. It seemed, however, that the universe had other ideas. Forces had been set in motion and we were so absolutely comfortable with each other that we failed to notice the subtle changes. I was looking rather seriously into Lisa's eyes and took a deep breath and let it out. I didn't even realize I had done it until Lisa leaned toward me, my hand, just and little and said, "What?" "What?" I replied voicing my confusion. "You just sighed." "I did?" "Ah huh." I shrugged my shoulders, smiled but said nothing. I couldn't think of anything to say and found myself collecting my thoughts and finding my feelings. At that moment I noticed how emotionally close I felt to Lisa. It's the type of closeness you don't feel with a lot of people and which allows you to be yourself without fear. I couldn't help but think what a good friend she had been and how she'd helped me through more than one uncomfortable situation. Lisa could be a little sarcastic. Sometimes she called it bitchiness and other times other things. But it was important to me because it was always disarming and got me to see things more rationally. "You just did it again." "I did?" I replied having once again found myself drifting in my mind. "So what were you thinking?" Suddenly a question that usually would have met with an immediate and honest answer seemed loaded. I quickly did an inventory attempting to figure it out and what I came up with shocked me but just a little. I found I wanted to kiss her. Now understand, Lisa and I have kissed thousands of times but it was never a lingering kiss. I wanted a kiss that lingered. "Oh I don't know." I lied. Lisa looked at me for a second, smirked, and said, "Yes you do." I had told her long ago to not be afraid of calling me on my dishonesty when she felt it. Why did she have to be so in tuned with me? Why at that moment? She was though and I couldn't lie to her. I never have been able to be dishonest with her except for the briefest moment. Then it always seemed that I was either corrected by her or realizing I'd been dishonest I'd correct myself. I didn't know what to say so I impetuously and quickly leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Lisa saw the kiss coming and accepted it though she never expected it to linger but then she didn't resist it either. The kiss, though only slightly longer than any other we had had, was still obvious in its intent. As I moved my face only slightly away from hers I let out a deep breath. Lisa looked into my eyes, looked down momentarily, and then back up in mine. I kissed her again and again she didn't resist or stop it even though it lasted longer than the first kiss. This time as I pulled away she said, "Peter, we can't do this." "Why?" I asked, a question with the most obvious answer. "You know why," she quickly replied. "Your girlfriend, my boyfriend, and that's just for starters." Lisa knew better than to make much out of any incident. She leaned back and started talking about her job. She went on a little bit about one of her frustrations at work. Then she leaned in, touched my hand and said, "And then you know what happened?" She had been talking about something close to her heart and all her emotions were out there. She finished what she was saying in a bit of an emotional tirade and staring hard at me, her eyes seemingly attached to mine. This time it was Lisa who initiated the kiss although and where mine had been slow hers seemed to be the result of her built up emotions. As we kissed my hand swept into her hair as to hold us together. This became the passion filled kiss of lovers rather than anything friends exchange. I was hungry for her mouth, her tongue, her spirit. The wetness of our kiss was incredibly arousing and my hand found its way from Lisa's hair to her breast. But as soon as I grasped her breast is was as if an electric shock had coursed through her body and Lisa jerked away although her face was still very close to mine. "No! We have to stop!" She said breathlessly. I was silent. I didn't want to acknowledge that she was right. I just didn't want to stop and yet I knew I couldn't honestly contradict her either. "Peter," Lisa said softly yet firmly. "What?" "You've still got your hand on my boob," she said still softly. I didn't immediately remove it when she said this mostly because I just didn't want to. It was the first time I had ever touched her breast with anything other than my chest or that odd time when she had taken my arm as we walked and it had innocently brushed against my arm. We had that talk about her breasts that friends do with her saying how she hated it when men stared at her full breasts and didn't look her in the eye. I remember the moment so well because my eyes went from her eyes down to her breasts and quickly back up. We'd laughed about that incident many times. I wanted to leave my hand on her breast but I quickly moved it from her breast to her leg. "I just got so turned on," I said as a feeble defense. "I know, I did too," she replied. I wanted to use this as a springboard to start kissing her again but I found a little restraint, restraint I also wished I hadn't had. I couldn't take my eyes from hers and my hand found its way back up to her hair and began stroking it again. I love the silky feel of her hair as it runs through my hand. I later found out that she loved it too though maybe, at the time, it should have been obvious. I knew I was giving her a sort of longing look but she seemed to be doing that same to me as well. Whatever little resistance I had melted and I kissed her again. This time it was my passion for her that was surging out and again she didn't resist. Her passions seemed to rise and join mine. We were kissing like high school kids and yet here we were, she in her mid-30s and me, well, much older. Still, we abandoned our better judgment just as high schoolers would have giving into our lusts. One kiss quickly melted into another and yet another. My hand again went to her breast only this time when I touched her there Lisa didn't resist. Actually, it seemed she leaned slightly into my cupped hand. My hand ventured from one breast to the other and back again. Then I undid the first button of her blouse expecting her to stop me. She didn't. I undid another and quickly pushed my hand beneath her blouse and bra and over her breast. As soon as I touched her nipple she moaned into my mouth and moved her mouth from mine. I expected her to become resistive. She didn't and my fingers toyed with her nipple, rolling it and gently pulling on it. But when my fingers attempt to undo the bra clasp that sat between the cups she said, "No!" Lisa quickly opened the door of the car and said, "Come on!" Lisa quickly buttoned herself up and then jogged briefly towards the shore of the lake. Now this lake, because it was a bit remote and had no beach, was mostly frequented by fishermen. So since it was mid-afternoon of a weekday we had the lake to ourselves. As Lisa stared out across the lake I came up behind her and put my arms around her and pulled her into me. I pushed my face through her hair and kissed her on the nape of her neck. Lisa leaned back into me. "Peter, what are you doing to me?" "I could ask you the same question." "We can't do anything," she said after a brief pause. "You know how guilty we'd both feel if we let anything come of this." "I know," said, paused, and said again, "I know." Lisa was still leaning back against me. My face was still in her hair and we stood as lovers would. I had my arms wrapped around her with my hands holding her just below her breasts. We stood in silence for quite a while. Then my hands drifted down her sides to her hips and back up again. Finally I moved them up again and over her breasts. I could hear her gulp in some air as I gently squeezed her breasts. She moaned and I could see her close her eyes as I kissed her on her neck but she did nothing to stop me. I had expected her to stop me and I remember thinking I'd not be surprised if she did but she didn't. While my fingers danced over her nipples my lips and tongue nibbled at her neck and then her ear. She shivered and sighed beneath me several times before finally breaking from my grasp and quickly turning around so she faced me. She didn't say a word but one of her hands quickly when to my crotch and felt for my cock. She rubbed its hardness briefly and then, still without removing her eyes from mine, pulled at my belt. She deftly unbuckled it and then unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down. As they were falling to my ankles her hands went to my cock and cupped it and then caressed it. I closed my eyes and moaned, "oh yeah." She looked into my eyes and then looked back down at her hands. Shivers ran up and down my spine. I stared into her face not wanting her to stop and knowing I should stop her. My hands had stopped caressing her breasts as my mind raced. She would touch me in a particular way and I'd draw in a deep breath. Then I noticed her mouth would open slightly as she touched me differently and close again. It was like we were in a trance. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Her bra had a front clasp so she didn't need to move for me to remove it as well. Our clothes fell away as the leaves in the fall. We still hadn't said a word. As I looked upon her beautiful lush naked body for the first time I felt something stir in me, something other than sexual desire though that too was letting itself be known quite strongly. I quickly freed myself of my shoes and pants that had fallen over them. I took Lisa in my arms and held her firmly against me. The softness and warmth of her body seemed to belie the hard heat we both felt for each other at that moment. I thought I would just hold her like that and enjoy her closeness and then tell her we just could not go further. I put that thought off for a moment so I could run my hands down her back and clutch her firm ass. As I clutched her I pulled her gently in towards me and I could feel my cock pressing against her pussy. Lisa's desire, however, was equally as great as I could feel the wetness of her pussy on my cock and my cock strained for her. I felt her kiss my neck light once in one place, again in another place and then I felt her breath in my ear as she said, "you taste so wonderful." I had to say something. "Lisa," I started but paused. She pulled slightly away from me, looked into my eyes and smiled and replied, "Yes?" "I've got this sudden unexpected rush of emotions for you." Those were hardly the words I wanted to use to stop us. I felt like such a coward and yet I gain solace knowing that I'd still spoken the truth though it was a truth I probably should have withheld. "Me too," she replied with a smile. Then she kissed me and in her kiss I could feel a release of her emotions. Ours lusts and desires were consuming us, taking us quickly to a point of no return and beyond. I had given in and so had she. We had abandoned our boundaries, our promises. I wanted her more than I could have imagined and more than I had any woman for at least as long as I could remember if ever. Our bodies shifted against each other as we kissed with abandon and as we did so I could feel the head of my cock press into the folds of her pussy and the push down through it. I pushed her down on the leaf covered ground and lay down next to her. The leaves were a little hard against our skin but at that moment it didn't matter. Our lusts were driving us and we were able to block almost anything else. I ran my hand down her chest, over her breasts and down to her cleanly shaven pussy where I felt its damp folds. I want to taste her at that moment so I withdrew my finger and as she watched I put it in my mouth to taste her. I could smell her musky scent and then taste her. I moved over her and place my mouth on one of her breasts sucking in her hard nipple from her full breast. After I sucked it in a couple of times she said, "bite it." "What?" "Bite it but not too hard." I bit her nipple lightly and pulled on it with my teeth. She moaned in response. I bit it a little hard the next time and then a little harder and rougher the third time. I could feel and hear her wince that third time but she didn't complain or ask me to stop. I then got between her legs so I could attend to her other nipple and as I did I lowered myself a little so my cock was nestled into her pussy without entering her though. I had only bitten on her nipple a couple of times when I felt my arousal beginning to peak and I wasn't even in her yet. Lisa seemed to sense this and said, "I want you to fuck me from behind." As I moved from between her legs she said, "The leaves are a little hard to lay on. They're so scratchy." She got on her hands and knees and I positioned myself behind her. I could see her breasts dangling from her chest. I leaned over her so I could cup both of her breasts with my hands and squeeze them and knead them a little. Then I thought to pinch her nipples as I pulled them downward. But as I did so she whimpered a little and said, "fuck me now, please." I put the head of my cock on her pussy and as I started to enter her I moved my hands and grabbed her hips. She was firm and extremely wet. As I slowly slipped my cock in and out of her I could feel a gently breeze from behind me caress my ass and balls. I was desperately trying to fend off my own orgasm so we would come together or at least she'd come before me. Then a wicked thought crossed my mind, a way I might both surprise her and quickly press her into orgasm. I grabbed Lisa by her hair and pulled on it as I began to firmly bang my cock into her pussy. When I first pulled on her hair she responded with an "Oh!" and then followed that with a much more drawn out "ohhhh." "Yeah, this is want you want!" I yelled at her, "this is what you like isn't it! You've wanted to be my little slut haven't you!" She was becoming quickly more vocal and responding to me by saying, "Yes, oh yes!" "Tell me you're my slut Lisa! Come on, tell me how much you like me fucking you!" Almost breathlessly she replied, "I'm you're slut! Please fuck me harder!" That did it for me though and I yelped, "I'm gonna come in your cunt now!" I could feel the hot energy of my lust surging from my loins and through my cock making my cock swell suddenly. I banged my cock into her pussy forcefully with my hips slapping noisily against her ass. I heard Lisa whimper out a series of short, "oh! Oh! Oh!" as she too started to come. As my cock began to explode into her she yelled, "Oh yes! Fuck me you bastard fuck me!" My cum spurted sharply from my cock into her. The sensation of the cum draining from my balls was incredibly and hearing Lisa coming loudly in one long, "ohhhhhhh!" Then as if surprised by it she said, "I'm still coming! I'm still coming!" Although my balls were empty my cock was still hard. I fucked her a little faster as she said that trying to help her maintain her orgasm. Finally, both of us totally spent, we fell to the ground together and quickly into each other's arms. Though my sexual energy had gone down my other emotions for her were still running high. It was a strange time for both of us to be swept by self-consciousness but we were. It wasn't, yet, for what we had done but rather our fear of being discovered. Strangely we had once talked about fulfilling such a fantasy and we'd both said what great fun it would be but now somehow didn't seem like the right time. So we dressed quickly. As we walked back to the car Lisa took my hand. "Can I ask you something?" "Of course you can," I replied, "anything." "Do you love me?" Her question was unexpected and I wanted to ask her a question of my own before answering. "Yes, but I don't think I'm in love with you." I replied putting emphasis on the phrase in love. "But Lisa, you know I love you." "I know," she said, "but I needed to hear it right now." As we drove away we both seemed to pull inward. But we weren't silent. We asked questions about what we had done and the implications it had on the people we each had in our lives who we were supposedly committed to. To most of our questions we simply replied that we didn't know. We knew things were irrevocably changed and we agreed that even so we wanted to be certain our friendship wasn't harmed but the question of the day became how to see that happen. There was more to us, a lot more but the phrase you never know how things are going to work out proved oh so true. Affairs of the Heart This was inspired by an author of Literotica. Thank you for the inspiration Sparrow. * My name is Sierra and I lived next to the Jones' Family for about two years before actually getting to know their eldest son, Craig. We chatted on messenger on and off at first, then we became close after he had a fall out one night with his then girlfriend, Melissa. I helped him get through the rough patch of arguments they were having and we started talking more intimately. I got to know the real him, inside out. He told me about his childhood and about his favorite foods and books. He was a big John Grisham fan. Craig was away at university and wouldn't be back until the end of the year. I was just his friend but little did I know I had hidden feelings for him. For two years I've gone on friendship not bothering about my personal life, until one day he told me he was getting back together with Melissa. He told me how they kept in contact with each other and had lunch that day to discuss the relationship and the changes they were making so that being together will be successful this time. He also broke it to me gently that they were going to be engaged when he was back home in December. He knew I didn't like Melissa. I couldn't say I understood at the moment why I was hurting while the messages were coming through via messenger. I looked away from the screen and my eyes were welled up, I couldn't see the screen. Why was I feeling like this? This guy is not even mine. He is just a friend and he is engaged to be married to someone who is not me. To someone who doesn't care about him the way he deserves to be cared for. I realized then that he was the one for me. He was the one I was waiting for. He was the one I wanted to share my life with. He was the one I was doing that with for the past two years until Melissa came around again. Damn you Melissa! Damn you! The months rushed by pretty fast -- of course when you are running from something the time flies faster than a rocket to the moon. Craig and I spoke often still. He spoke of Melissa and how she had changed a little. She's not nagging like before but workable. I could have cared less. Where was she the past few months when he needed a shoulder? I was that shoulder. In the time Craig was away I became close to his family and we did everything together. It was like I was already a part of the family. The day came when Craig came home. Chatting and cam-ing with him seemed so old school now that he was standing 6ft 3in in front of me. We hit it off (again) instantly. He wrapped me in his arms and swooped me off the ground. His family roared with laughter. They appreciated our friendship because they knew what he went through over the past few months with Melissa. They knew I brought back his happiness. There was an unmistakable glow in his eyes when he looked at me, I pretended not to notice. I lived alone in a one bedroom apartment next to the Jones'. It was a comfortable apartment for a single person starting a new life. I left my parent's home a few years ago to be freed from the burden of judgments. And Craig never left my side. He was always in my apartment watching movies, cooking, sleeping. He said it was homey and no one to interrupt his 'alone time'. One day, he came up behind me and whispered, "hey beautiful" and grabbed me with both hands at the waist. Bolts of electricity flowed through my entire body; he then pressed his body into my back and I could smell a slight hint of wine on his breath. He has been drinking. Why was he drinking? He is not an alcoholic drinker, not even wine! It had to be HER! They fought again I thought to myself. On the table there were two bottles of wine and two glasses waiting for me as I completed the dishes. My friend was in the mood. I obliged, feeling that I owed him due to the years we've known each other and never really gone out. We started drinking and talking. Craig is a brilliant guy and I only want the best for him. He suddenly burst out, "Why is it that a pretty girl like you doesn't have a boyfriend?" I joking said to him, "Maybe it's because I was waiting on you." We giggled and as I got up to get some chips he grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. Our faces got serious and our breathing became heavy. "WHAT WAS HE DOING? DOES HE KNOW HE IS HOLDING ME TIGHTLY?" He then took my face into his palms and caressed my cheeks. At that point I was confused beyond comeback. I sat there next to him like a statue, no expression on my face except my reddened cheeks giving away my inner feelings. He kissed me.. on the lips.. a grown up kiss. My lips trembled and I finally mustered the courage and I pulled back. He realized what had just happened and he apologized repeatedly saying he don't know what got into him. Tears were welled up in my eyes because I all the feelings came rushing to me once again. And now I was even more confused. Why would he kiss me if he didn't like me, even love me? Could it be the wine? I wanted this but I couldn't. We continued to watch the movie in silence. I noticed him fidget in his seat from time to time but I tried to ignore him. We continued drinking the bottles of wine until both were empty. I told him I was going to bed, he can either let himself out or he can come to bed. We would usually watch movies and sleep together so tonight shouldn't be any different from the rest of the nights we were together on the same mattress, under the same cover, in the same bed, in the same room. I didn't hear him lock the doors so I knew he was coming to bed. I pretended to be asleep when he jumped in the bed. I heard him breathing faster and harder and I knew it was the effects of the wine. I tried to stay calm but even his breathing started to turn me on. Between my legs began to get moist and I started to squirm a little to evenly spread the juices between the lips of my pussy. It felt wonderful. Craig noticed my squirming and he pressed onto my back holding my arm and asking me if I was okay.. all I could mutter was "hmmmmm" I was in a sea of ecstasy as I grinded my free hand between the folds of my wet pussy. Craig couldn't tell what I was doing because I was wrapped in my comforter. At this point all I knew is I wanted this man and I wanted him now. I tried very hard to ignore it but then he pressed his wet lips against my neck and kissed me again. This time he suckled my neck all the way up to my ear and started nibbling on my ear. I started to moan. The feeling was out of this world. He nibbled on my ear until I arched my back and begged him to stop. Now his body was over mine and he was staring into my eyes. Lost like a little boy. I am here to save you baby.. I will never hurt you I thought. I held his face in mine hands and with a gentle nod I invited him to kiss my lips. At first the kiss was a soft sensual kiss but then it grew into one of hunger, need and want. We ripped off each other's clothes and kissed every inch of each other's bodies. He spent time on my breasts, teasing, tasting, kissing, making love to my nipples. I loved when my nipples get the attention. His tongue traced down my tummy, down to my now dripping wet pussy. He slid his fingers through the fold and smiled at how wet I was for him. Not taking his eyes off of me he started licking the juices off of my pussy. Savoring and enjoying the taste of my fat pussy. I grabbed his head and kept him in place. I felt my climax building and I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to taste my cum. I wanted to cum all over his face. A few seconds later he started biting my clit and he started to furiously finger me and I came all over his face like I intended to. He rubbed his entire face with my cum and rose up triumphantly from my pussy. He then came to me and commanded me to lick my cum off his face and I obeyed, I licked his face clean. We cuddled for a bit and I was dying to return the favor. He slept away in my arms so I released myself from his embrace and wiggled my way down south. I freed his cock from his boxers and was amazed at the sight before me. Half erected and it was about 8inches already. I love me some black cock. I started sucking his cock. I stuffed the entire shaft down my throat while I was playing with his balls. He woke up smiling when he saw and felt what was happening. I gagged on his cock until he was fully erected. I was impressed by the shiny black cock in front of me. It was going to be mine. I was going to get fucked by this monster and I was going to like it. He grabbed my hair and stuffed cock down my throat. I wanted his cum in my mouth, I wanted him to choke me with his cum. Then I felt his cock started to twitch and pulse and I knew it was coming. I set my mouth open to receive the spurts of cock juice and it was the most delicious thing I've tasted in my life. His cock didn't go down, instead he grabbed me and threw me on top of him. He positioned his cock at my opening and pushed me down on him. His cock flew straight up into the hilt of my pussy and I went crazy. I started to buck on his cock like no tomorrow. I flung my head from left to right trying to contain the pleasure I was feeling in every inch of my being. He grabbed my tits and began squeezing them while I rode his cock. I bounced up and down and his hand reached for my clit and started playing with it in circular motions and I started to ride him even faster as my second climax approached. I came again and fell on top of him, spent. He flipped me over so I was now on my belly he put me in doggy style position and propped me up with a pillow. He held my ass and spanked it several times. I could feel the burning on my ass but it was a good burning. I begged him to slap it some more. I also reach to my bedside drawer and took out two nipple clamps and asked him to clamp me. "Ohhh baby, you are one freak aren't you?" He said. I can only nod because my body was shaking with excitement. He clamped me and then slammed his cock all the way into my pussy. I cried out in painful pleasure. It was the biggest cock I have ever had and the best. Craig fucked me with wild abandon until I felt him tensing up and I knew he was going to cum. I wanted his cum in my mouth again.. so I turned around and had him fuck my mouth until he filled me with that succulent drops of honey. I milked his cock dry until he went limp and we sunk to the bed in an embrace until the next morning. THE MORNING AFTER... Melissa was arriving today and Craig was still in my bed. I was nervous and happy at the same time. I looked up at him and he was still sleeping. I didn't want this feeling to end. But It had to. He wasn't mine. He belonged to HER. I slipped out of the bed and brewed some coffee. I sat at the breakfast bar and stared into space remembering last night's events. Why me? Why am I the most confused person in the world? Craig came out of the bedroom and smiled at me, "Good morning Minx", he said with a smirk. I smiled and he knew something was wrong. I told him how I felt guilty about what happened between us and we shouldn't let it happen again. "Sierra, we cannot change what happened last night. I do not regret it because somehow this feels right and I will not let you feel guilty for something that was meant to be." I nodded but he wasn't pleased. He sighed. "I came to you last night with wine because I felt I needed to tell you how much u mean to me but I couldn't do it on a sober mind. Heck, we didn't even get this that part and we were already tearing each other's clothes off. Sierra, I am crazy about you. Everything you told me over the internet, all the time spent chatting, all the late hours.. all of that was for you. Because I loved you all this time. There's no Melissa, I lied about that entire Melissa scenario. We never got back together. I came home to see you baby.. to confess my love for you. I only told you about Melissa so you could figure out you had feelings for me. I knew you felt something but I just wanted you to understand what you felt. Sierra, I love you very much and I was right when I said I was coming home to get engaged in December. SIERRA LOGAN, WOULD YOU DO ME THIS HONOR AND BE MY WIFE? I smiled and then it turned into a grin. My lost boy finally found his home. "Yes Craig Jones! Yes I will!"