0 comments/ 5754 views/ 0 favorites CJ and Sherri Ch. 01 By: VoyeuristicMinx She had a bad day granted, but this was ridiculous. Or at least she felt like it was. Why was she so dam horny today? Well sure, it had been months since she was properly satisfied by good no holds barred sex, and masturbating, or playing as she had come to call it, was a big stress relief, but it wasn't sex. Today was different. She felt an unyielding need that refused to be ignored. As if there was no choice in the matter. She simply HAD to be satisfied by another human being, yet she was unable to have who she really wanted. What, she thought to herself, was the best course of action in this situation. Other than trying to lure him into meeting her and let the inevitable seduction begin, that is. She knew simultaneously that it was pointless yet guaranteed to work. They had been friends for some time now, and their chemistry was beyond unavoidable. Sharing so much in common, having such respect for one another on a professional level, and aspiring to reach their dreams added to the richness of their relationship. There was just one problem. She was married. Granted it was only on paper, the trust and bond with her husband had been broken beyond repair for some time now, but her best friend couldn't get past his guilt. He felt responsible, at least to some degree, for the death of her marriage of almost twenty years. They wanted each other body and soul, yet after one glorious slip, he couldn't bring himself to do it again. But he wanted to. He loved her. She felt strongly that his feelings should be respected so she didn't push. In some ways she even loved him more for it. Yet she knew she could have him whenever she wanted. When they saw each other, no matter how brief their encounter, the heat always escaped. Whether it was him finger fucking her or her sucking him off, an intense touch and feel session that never went beyond just that, or even a mutual but separate play time, their heat was always on the edge. They both knew it. So, feeling this way, she decided now was the time to push him over it. She didn't even think about how awful it would surely make him feel afterward, and in turn make her feel even worse, because it killed her to think of hurting him. Oh she knew it, but today her body was in control. The mind and heart would have to shelve their arguments for now because the throbbing clit, hardening nipples, moist labia, and super-sensitive skin covering her body were all well on their way to being fucked. They kept in touch via text every day, on and off all day, and although they couldn't always respond to each other right away, they instinctively knew the message always got through. She didn't ask today, but rather told him. "Meet me in our spot as soon as you can." He texted her back within the hour, of course he would, and said he was looking forward to seeing her. Hmmm she thought, a slow low groan escaping from her so that the nearby people looked toward her in wonder. "So am I.", she said aloud, knowing what she was about to do to him, and have done to her. She began the foreplay in her mind because she knew it would add to the experience ahead. She'd back him up against the wall then take him by surprise with a kiss. They were electric, and so they had shared very few in his efforts to prevent more from happening, at least more than he could deal with, anyway. Far too long she had respected this boundary, and now she'd kiss him until he no longer worried about what was going to happen because he wanted it to just as much as she always did. She would slowly run her hands down his back and grab his ass pulling him into her, and feeling his bulge growing warm against her already hot crotch would feed the fire. She knew he'd feel the heat through the little clothing she'd be wearing, and that it would interest him enough that he would start touching her body to get a response from her. He wouldn't suspect too much at this point, he'd be blissfully unaware of her end goal, so she'd capitalize on this by going straight for the goods. Unzipping his pants and rubbing his penis with her hand, grasping it and smiling at him, making eye contact while stroking and making him harder with every second. Talking to him about how good he felt in her hand, how she wanted to put him in her mouth, and then she'd pull him over to the loveseat and push him down on it. Underwear now down at his ankles she'd do just that, suck and pull, move her mouth up and down. As hard as it would be she'd need to slow it down at this point, and start playing with her body.....let him watch. She hoped he'd start playing too, but even if he didn't she'd have him. She would fantasize and plan all afternoon, in the car on the way over, and then while waiting for him to arrive. She was inside waiting for him, and she was so wet with anticipation that her G-string was soaked. She could feel the heat rising off of her when her hand wandered downward involuntarily, fingering herself, gently stroking her clit, arching her back making the fabric of the shirt she wore tease her nipples. It all felt so good. She wasn't wearing much, but what she did covered her enough to intrigue. The lace across her nipples was rubbing all the right spots, and the open shirt allowed her to see just a hint of color revealing exactly where her nipples were within the present he was about to open. She tried to keep calm, she knew she needed to stay in control in order for it to pay off, so she got a cool drink of water and settled down sitting on the sofa. Was that a car door she just heard?! Oh dam, she spilled the water, and it was so cold! Now she had water trickling down her chest from moving too quickly to look out the window. She was wet enough to feel the need to remove her lace cami now, it was soaked and clingy, but before she could decide on a course of action she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the back steps. He had indeed arrived. Then, realizing she could work this to her advantage, she opened the door giving him a very warm smile. Instantly she knew she'd be getting naked sooner rather than later, and that he was thinking the same thing. It was written all over his face as he took in what she was, and was NOT, wearing. He returned the smile with hunger behind it. She explained her little accident to him as she lifted his hand making it touch the wet lace. They exchanged brief small talk, but her interest in anything other than sex quickly disappeared when she noticed his breath quicken. She did exactly as she planned, pushing him against the wall she surprised him with a kiss, and when he responded she didn't stop. To her great pleasure his enthusiasm was evident, and his engorged penis was now resting against her hot wet vagina. She carefully yet swiftly opened and dragged down his pants, pushed him onto the sofa and pulled him into her mouth. Telling him she wanted him to feel how much she wanted him, she began the relentless, pleasurable assault on his dick. Pulling in, sliding off, sucking back in, stroking with her tongue as he gasped with anticipation of her every move. And he watched. He said her name. After bringing him close to the edge she sensed it was time to make him watch. Backing off slowly she waited for him to make eye contact with her before kissing him lightly and lying back on the floor in front of him. Grasping her breasts, circling her nipples with her fingertips, arching her back...he sat mesmerized. But only as long as it took for her to slide down her stomach and begin rubbing her clit with one hand while the other hand slipped fingers into her waiting, hot, and dripping wet crotch. He bolted off the sofa and was on top of her, feeling every inch of her, inserting his fingers alongside hers. She brought one hand up to pull him in for a kiss as she groaned loudly with the pleasure of his forceful thrusting. When he left the kiss he used his free hand to sneak inside her shirt and pinch her nipples, enjoy feeling them pucker up under the lace so they were now protruding, looking at them. She reached down and took hold of his now rock hard dick and began jerking him off. He grunted and began kissing and nibbling her nipples, first through the lace, then eventually he lifted her cami and licked them with his tongue before pulling each one into his mouth in turn. Giving them a good long suck, feeling himself throb and knowing he was nearing exploding point, he heard her cry out that she wanted him to fuck her. Please she begged over and over, and it was more than he could handle. He rolled her over, ripped off the G-string, sat her down on top of his rock hard cock and heard her inhale sharply while he fought to control his need to cum right then, filling her with his hot sticky spray. She didn't hesitate, as soon as he was inside her she began to roll her hips, rock back and forth and search for the spot she knew would send her to the stars. It didn't take long for his dick to stroke her insides just right, and she felt herself tighten around him so she began to bounce up and down hitting it again and again. While he fought to remain in control he took turns fingering her nipples, and holding tight to her ass while she moved on top of him until her pussy began to tighten around him. He knew she was close now so he took her head in his hands, and when she rocked forward grinding herself down on top of him to stroke her clit, they made eye contact. She came with a loud groan, and a huge smile spread across her face when she watched him cum seconds after her, and heard his loud grunt of pleasure. She felt her body shudder as another wave of pleasure overtook her, and she came again when she felt him explode and fill her with his cum. Once the explosion of pleasure had rocked his world he pulled her down into his arms, and they rolled onto their sides panting. They lay there for a long time just enjoying being together until it was no longer prudent to ignore the clock. He kissed her quickly on the cheek before dressing, then looking at her lying there half naked one last time, and with a look of satisfaction on her face, he left her half asleep on the floor, smiling. It occurred to her as she lay there that she had succeeded in making her next fuck even harder to attain. But it was so worth it. CJ and Sherri Ch. 02 Finally! It was Friday, and CJ would leave it all behind him escaping to his uncle's place in the woods. There they would work together, but also take time to enjoy a spin around his uncle's track with the ATV so although their invention would consume most of their time, he viewed it as an escape nonetheless. Just a little more than an hour's work and he'd be off. Unless.....unless Sherri needed to see him. She'd been so up and down lately, maybe he'd just check on her quick before he left, see how she was. Oh, but she had already sent him a text! Remembering that he never did read it he felt a twang of guilt, he'd been so busy earlier, but he'd do it right now. Although he was anxious to leave town, he couldn't help but feel his spirits soar when he read her text. She told him to meet her as soon as he could, and he'd do just that. This last job wasn't gonna take that long, he'd have time to go clean up, and then meet her. Indeed he was well on his way to finishing early since he'd hauled ass at his previous client. Once he texted his yes to her he ran his fingers through his short hair and exhaled, trying to let the small pang of anxiety that rose up roll off his back, so he could regain his focus. There was no doubt whatsoever that he wanted to see her, wanted to know she was doing ok, but it was foolish to deny that there was so much more he wanted from her. With her. Sherri was more. CJ had arrived, and was waiting on the client to let him in so he could start work when his mind wandered back to their last get together. She was so dam sexy he just couldn't help himself, and he really did want her to feel good even though he felt like they were in the wrong for getting physical. He remembered the way it felt to please her. How wet and warm she felt around his fingers, how she tasted, and how hard she came when their eyes locked. Ok focus, he told himself, as reality returned in the form of his client's arrival on the front lawn from around the side of the house. They shook hands, got through the small talk, and at last he was able to begin his work. Once the outside treatment was finished he walked around to the front of the house, and knocked on the door. He'd been doing this work for many years now so he had seen his fair share of shockers, but every time he thought he'd seen it all, eventually there was somebody or something else that topped it. Today was no exception. The door opened and there stood a beautiful, naked, and very young, woman who couldn't have been more than twenty. She asked how she could help him, she was completely unaware of why he was there, and he answered quite simply. "Work." CJ said, smiling at her. She apologized, invited him in and walked away. He shook his head and announced out loud, to nobody in particular, that he'd start in the kitchen if that was ok. Fully aware of his escalating hard on, he decided to start on the farthest end of the house, in the opposite direction, instead of heading to the kitchen where he normally started. Once he finished treating everything, and had just begun to wonder where his client had gone, she suddenly reappeared, still naked and with a sly smile, asking if she could help him with anything. He smiled, and asked her where he could find the gentleman he'd spoken with out front, which he could only assume was her father. She chuckled knowingly, and replied that her lover was no longer home, he'd left on an errand. He stood dumbfounded for a moment then recovering himself bid her a goodnight, and left saying he'd send the bill in the mail. As CJ walked to his truck, his previous memories of Sherri returned, now accompanied by a picture of the lovely young woman. He started thinking of Sherri, whom he would see shortly, and what she'd say. He knew that she'd enjoy hearing about this job. Feeling extra horny now, he stepped on the gas, and turned tail toward home. He thought once more of how he'd felt when he had seen, and experienced, his forbidden love cum. With his dick rock hard, and no longer able to fly under the radar, trying to calm down became his focus since he preferred not to get out of the truck, and be seen walking into his home this way. But his efforts to avoid fantasizing about fucking Sherri senseless did not cease. CJ was pleased to see nobody else was around, on either the street, or in his home when he arrived. The shower would feel so good, and it occurred to him it would be the opportunity he needed for release. He headed straight for the bathroom, stripped off his clothes, turned on the water and jumped in the shower with one goal. Cumming was priority number one. He felt himself moving very fast in an effort to get to her sooner, and it filled his mind with pleasure just to think of where he was going when he finished cleaning up. The feel of her, the sight of her breasts heaving up and down as she panted with pleasure, the sound of her groaning and then the look on her face as she came. Speaking of cum, he had shot his load and was still rock hard. He began to clean himself up, and slowly his control returned. Well, I think that'll do, he thought to himself, temporarily at least. He just couldn't wait to see her. "Then, dry and dress." he murmured aloud because she is waiting, he finished the thought in his head. In no time at all, his thoughts consumed with desire and his body still aching for her, CJ had arrived where they agreed to meet. The mental coaching began as he slammed the car door. He told himself not to slip. He told himself she was wonderful in every way, but married. He was also very aware of the fact that she often lost control, and tried to seduce him, even though she knew how he felt, and honestly wanted to respect his feelings. CJ believed it to be his fault that she had a hard time honoring his request to be just friends. He had made the mistake of letting his feelings for her show a long time ago when their friendship blossomed. Even though she chastised him for it, and refused to let him shoulder all the blame, he couldn't shake his guilt. So now here he was..... in love with her, and she with him. He told himself to hug her, be a good listener, offer encouragement, support he in every way possible to leave her marriage, and then be on his way. He told himself to be strong and remember how it had felt when his now ex-wife had cheated. He felt that wasn't exactly a good comparison, but still it hurt. Although CJ didn't intend for any of this to happen, neither of them had, he didn't want to anybody to get hurt. Sherri's husband had already treated her, well quite badly, in his opinion. He didn't want to do wrong, yet there was no denying their connection because it was so much more than a sexual one. All this was running through his mind as he climbed the steps, and knocked on the door. All of it left his mind an instant later when it opened. Sherri was wearing a white lace cami under an open button up shirt, a G-string, an absolutely hungry smile and nothing else. Her chest was literally glistening, and the idea of her playing with herself while she waited on him made CJ all the hungrier for her. He had a strong desire to see her naked as soon as possible, and he knew no resolve to behave remained. No, no, no, he told himself even as he returned her smile with great interest, and walked inside. She took his hand and placed it on the wet lace she wore, explaining something about why it was soaking wet, but he was taking in the entire view and heard almost nothing she said. He exchanged a bit of basic small talk with her, but she was so obviously about to pounce he was not surprised when she pushed him up against the wall, and kissed him. CJ could not stop himself from enjoying it, and returned her affections without hesitation. Their bodies touching one another he could feel her heat, and knew her arousal was high, but just as he began attempting to muster up the strength to speak, his pants were at his ankles, he was sitting on the sofa and Sherri took him into her mouth. She wanted him to feel her desire, she said. Oh boy did he ever feel it. It was sheer heaven watching her suck him off, the feel of her lips, her tongue! God she knew just how to bring him to the edge in every way! CJ found himself saying her name in ecstasy. Closer to the edge, Sherri slowed and then backed off, but he wasn't questioning why, she had him under her spell. Now she lay on the floor touching herself. First her breasts, then as she rose arching her back, the wet lace glistened, accentuating her hard, protruding nipples. He saw her slide her hand down, and knowing what it would do when it got to her wet hot crotch, his last bit of control slipped away. CJ watched her hand slip inside what little fabric there was covering her. As Sherri began to rub her clit, and insert her fingers he shot toward her and touched every inch of her skin that he could as he slid up her body. His fingers joined hers, and together they made sounds of raw pleasure as CJ sucked and teased her nipples, and Sherri grasped him in her hands. CJ had her so worked up; he knew the moment was close. He knew he would not say no if she asked him. Hell he may not wait for her to ask if she kept stroking him like this; it felt so dam good, he was dizzy with pleasure. She yelled for him to fuck her. She begged again and again, but it turned him on to hear her say how she wanted him so badly. He waited until he couldn't wait anymore then forcefully removing the G-string that she wore he rolled her over, and pulled her down hard on top of his rock hard dick. Sherri moaned so loud; good, he thought, I like it. He stimulated her nipples further, licking them with his tongue and plucking them with his fingers, while she settled into a good rhythm. It took all of his strength to hold back his cum. Feeling how close she was now, he held onto her ass helping her grind down on top of her clit so when she came she actually shuddered, and smiled such a deep, happy smile, he followed suit. CJ came very hard, and grunted more than once. He filled her with so much cum it oozed out, and covered the entire area around his now thoroughly satisfied dick. He enjoyed cuddling her, and then when he could no longer put the moment of departure off, he left her lying there, with a sleepy grin. Kissing her quickly, and dressing swiftly, he glanced at her one last time. The guilt had already begun to fester inside him as he thought about how much he relished fucking his soul mate, and how wrong it was that she just happened to be another man's wife. CJ and Sherri Ch. 03