9 comments/ 108570 views/ 16 favorites Forbidden Pleasure By: soncurious Another 4 AM and I have to get up to do my newspaper route. Nobody should have to get out of bed at this hour. I get dressed and head downstairs to see if the papers have gotten here on time. I turn on the light at the bottom of the stairs and hope I'm not going to wake my 22 year old son who is home on leave. He is sound asleep on his back on the sofa and I go to the door and bring in the papers to bag. As I'm bagging the papers, I glance at my sleeping son from the side. He's wearing a tee shirt and a short pair of military shorts. He's snoring lightly and he has one leg bent, the other straight. He looks so peaceful sleeping, just like when he was a little boy, but he's an adult now. I turn my focus on my papers again so I can get done delivering and crawl back into bed. As I turn the light out to leave the house, I glance once more at my son from a feet first view. I quickly turn the light out and leave. As I'm getting into the car the image of my son from that last glance is clearly in my head. Why was he sleeping in such short shorts? The whole time I'm delivering the papers my mind flashes back to my son in those shorts. Now mind you, I never thought of any of my sons in a sexual way, but I hadn't been with a man in over 7 months and the way those shorts gapped slightly at his one leg was getting to me. I was at my mid cycle and horny as hell as usual. I tried to shake the image out of my head, I was missing houses because I was so distracted. Finally finished, I drive home, I can't wait to get back to sleep. I entered the house, and without turning on the light I put my newspaper bag away and head to the stairs. Now, I do leave a nightlight on under the table at the stairs. I can't help but glance toward my son one more time in the dim light. He didn't move the entire time I was gone and that gap between his shorts and his leg was taunting me. I don't know what was possesing me, but I had to get a closer look. I went to the sofa and stared at my sons' crotch and that gap. I couldn't see anything but I was curious as hell. I bent down, but still couldn't see anything. Next thing I knew my hand was reaching for the leg of those shorts to widen the gap. I was now getting a small glimpse of my sons' hairy balls. I could feel the hair tickle my fingers as I tried to widen the gap a little more. I knelt next to the sofa and leaned my face closer and I got a noseful of his manly scent. I lightly brushed my lips against those hairs and sofly nuzzled his balls with my mouth. Abruptly I pulled my head back and stood up. What the hell was I doing? This is my son. I shouldn't have thoughts like this going through my head, let alone be acting on them. I quickly walked to the steps so I could go to bed and try to forget what I had just done. I only got two steps up when I turned to look at my son again. Something came over me and I went back down the steps and stood next to him at his chest. I bent over and lightly ran the palm of my hand over his chest. He didn't stir. My son is not exactly a light sleeper. I reached down with both hands and slowly pulled his shirt up to his arm pits. He still wasn't stirring. I started to lightly rub my hands over his bare chest and nipples. I once again knelt down next to the sofa and started licking and kissing his chest and nipples while caressing his abdomen with my one hand. This was feeling a hell of alot better than it should have and my crotch area was starting to tingle. Again, I stopped myself, stood up and turned for the stairs. I took only one step before looking toward my sons' crotch and noticed the nice size bulge that has formed in his shorts. I reached down and carefully lowered his shorts to the bottom of his hips and released that hard bulge. I bent over and caressed his balls ever so softly while running the fingers of my other hand along his stiff shaft. I lowered my head and began kissing, licking, and ever so slowly taking all of him in my mouth. He shifted slightly and I stopped. I hoped he wasn't waking up yet, I wasn't nearly done with him. I stood quiet and still till I was sure he was still asleep. When he didn't move again, I lowered my shorts and stepped out of one leg. I removed my shirt and bent over for one more taste of his meat. I managed to straddle his legs and started kissing my way up his body. I was now straddling his hips and lightly rubbing my wet pussy on his shaft. I kissed his neck and positioned the head of his cock at my wet, hungry hole. I lightly brushed my lips on his and ran my tongue between them to part them so I could shove my tongue into his mouth. I lowered myself onto his shaft. I started to slowly ride him, sliding him in and out gently. As I began riding faster and harder, I also began kissing him more intensely. I couldn't believe how good my sons' cock felt inside me or how good my tongue felt in his mouth. I was so horny at this time, nothing was going to stop me until we both orgasmed. All of a sudden I felt my sons' hands pushing against my arms. He finally woke up and was trying to push me off of him. I wouldn't let him. I stopped kissing him and said, "relax, and just enjoy what I'm doing to you." He said, "mom, this isn't right, you have to stop." I took his one hand and placed it on my ass, the other I put on my breast. I told him, "I will stop when I'm done fuckin' you, not before." I put my one hand behind his head and pulled his mouth to my one nipple and said, "suck it." As he did, both his hands were squeezing my ass. I started pounding myself down on his cock and in short order, when he was deep inside me, we both exploded together in one intense orgasm. I leaned down and kissed him one last time as his cum oozed out of my pussy onto him. I dismounted and put my leg back in my shorts and pulled them up. I put my shirt back on and turned toward my son. As he was straightening his clothes, I said to him, "I'm sorry, I was horny as hell and needed a good fucking to relieve my frustrations." Adding, "I know this wasn't right, but you were here. It will never happen again." I turned and went to the stairs. After I went up a couple of stairs, I stopped, looked at him again and said, "I hope you enjoyed what just happened, if only a little. I know I really did." I then went up to bed. Neither one of us mentioned it the next day. Now all I can do is wait to see if I got pregnant from my forbidden pleasure. Forbidden Pleasure The class stood and held hands for the final prayer of the lesson. As I started off, I couldn't help but look out over the group, all friends and neighbors, including my lovely wife. I had, inadvertently, ended up away from her and was standing beside Lacey, holding hands and praying. I couldn't help but notice the softness of her voice as we repeated the prayer, the light touch of her hand in mine. I slowly turned my eyes to the figure beside me and accidently gazed at the most amazing cleavage I had ever seen. The angle was almost perfect in that I was gazing straight down the button up shirt she had on with her outfit. I had never gazed at such and quickly closed my eyes. The prayer finished and as we released hands, her fingers grazed the palm of my hand and I could have sworn she tickled my palm! I shook it off as imagination as we all walked to the sanctuary for the day's service. I watched as you sat directly across from me with your husband and I couldn't help but continue to think of the smooth curve of your wonderful breasts as they dived deep into that top. Sitting there beside my wife, I felt myself start to grow tingly and my cock throbbed slightly. I focused on the lesson and realized that it was time for the weekly offering. I walked to the front of the church and, with the other deacons, started collecting the offering. I was preoccupied enough that I didn't notice that your husband stood and left the large room. I ended up beside you with the offering plate and you smiled up at me as you slowly put an envelope in the plate. I tried not to look down your blouse, to no avail, as I was greeted with your wondrous smile and another view of your ample breasts. As we emptied the envelopes and money into the collection plate, I noticed that there was an envelope that had my name on it. I pulled it out of the plate and looked at both sides. Strange, but I slid it into the pocket of my jacket and promptly forgot about it. I returned to my seat, noticing now that your husband was sitting beside you. I sat down with my wife and she took my hand. Luckily, I was distracted enough to be able to focus on the sermon as opposed to the milky-white breasts across the wide aisle from me. As the sermon ended, we all stood for the final part of the liturgy, I noticed that your skirt was riding a little high and you were very deliberate in smoothing it out over your very shapely legs. My mind wandered again, pairing those very nice legs with your wonderful breasts until I was snapped out of my little reverie by another deacon wanting to shake my hand and invite my wife and I for lunch. We accepted and as we were about to leave, I couldn't help but notice that you were walking up the aisle ahead of us. The sway of your sexy ass was nothing if not tempting and you were getting some looks from other men in the congregation aside from me. I kissed my wife on the cheek and excused myself to go to the restroom. Standing there, trying to urinate with a semi-hard cock, I thought again of the envelope. I reached into my pocket to take it out and someone walked in the restroom. I put myself away and moved into the stall. Dropping my pants, I sat on the toilet and took out the envelope again. I quietly opened it and saw a delicate writing on the back of what appeared to be a picture. The words on the back were quite plain: 9am, Tuesday morning, room 345, Marriott Hotel. I was very puzzled until I turned the picture over. You were laying back on a chair, your legs spread wide and covered in a thin, gauzy pair of pink panties, you were wearing the exact shirt you had on in church, but it was unbuttoned and I could see every magnificent inch of your breasts and your very hard nipples pointing right back at me! I was shocked, the raw sexuality that you were showing. Your mouth smiling, your eyes inviting, and your body, simply dripping of nothing but desire and physical pleasure! I took a moment to catch my breath and noticed that my cock was standing quite erect. This was wrong. My adoring wife was waiting for me to take her to lunch and I was sitting in the restroom of my church! A church where I was a deacon and you were also a member! I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to destroy the picture immediately. I tore it into little pieces along with the envelope and flushed it down the toilet. With some difficulty, I pulled my pants back up and hid my huge erection. I walked back up the stairs and out the side door of the church. Your husband drove by and I waved briefly and walked to our car. I spoke to our friends and told them that we were going to pass on lunch and head home, that I had a slight headache and wanted to rest a little before the afternoon. My wife was questioning, but I just told her I wanted to go home. We got home and went into the bedroom to change. As I hung up my jacket, the bulge in my pants was evident. I dropped my trousers and my wife looked at my cock and looked at me. She walked across the room, had me unzip her dress, kissed me on the cheek and told me that a nap would help my headache as she hung up her dress and walked out of the room. I lay down on the bed in my boxers and turned to the side. My mind was whirling, thinking about the picture you had given me as well as the views I had of your breasts and your legs today during the service. Try as I might, I couldn't get you out of my mind as I drifted off to sleep. My dream was quite vivid, and was extremely erotic. I opened my dream eyes to see you in the same pose you struck in the picture. You motioned me to come to you and as I did, I noticed that I was just wearing my boxers. You reached out as I came closer, your shirt spreading completely apart as you did. I took a breath as I saw your magnificent breasts sway as you took my swollen cock in your hands and pulled me gently to you. Your breasts pressed against my hard cock and you smiled as I started to move my hips in time with your hands, fucking your tits. You laughed as I moaned, low in my throat. I dreamed that you then took my cock and teased the head with your tongue as you started gobbling it all up. Your hot mouth surrounded my cock as I moved my hips back and forth, your hands on my ass, fingernails digging in as you pulled me deeper and deeper into your throat. My orgasm came quickly and I watched as you pulled back your red lips and my cum spattered in your open mouth and on your neck. You stroked me until the last drop had oozed from my hard cock. As you started to open your mouth to speak to me, I felt wetness on my leg and opened my sleep-filled eyes to see my large load trailing down my leg and nearly dripping on the bedspread. I jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom and started the shower. Quickly, I rinsed off my boxers and jumped under the hot water. Dipping wet, I reached for a towel and felt my wife's hand as she handed me one. I fumbled for an excuse for the wet underwear and she laughed as she assumed I had simply gotten in the shower and forgot I had them on, as only the front was wet. The evening passed normally, and as I rose for the first day of the workweek, my mind was elsewhere and didn't focus on your breasts or my first wet dream in many, many years. I made it through the day, returned home and went through the same routine I always did on Mondays. The dawn broke on Tuesday morning and I wasn't thinking of anything else other than room 345 at the Marriott. I was resolved NOT to even think about going. I didn't drive by on my way to work and as the clock passed 9, I resisted the temptation to beg off for a few and leave. The time passed like frozen molasses as I watched the minute hand drift past the 4, the 5, and the 6. 9:30, surely I had resisted temptation. I am in love with my wife. We have been solid as a rock for 10 years. Sure, she's not adventuresome, doesn't have a spontaneous bone in her body. Stable. That's what has made our marriage sound and happy. I won't throw it all away just for a few hours of pleasure with someone else! I can't. It's just not worth it. The week passed as I was renewed in my vows. Thursday night sex was as it always was, satisfying and normal. We moved into the weekend and went to a minor league ballgame on Saturday. As we got up and prepared ourselves for church on Sunday morning, I was resolved to simply ignore the picture and the invitation, hoping that you would get the hint. Sunday school class for adults went as it always did, the lesson followed by our little bit of socializing together was pleasant. I couldn't notice that neither you nor your husband was present, which was a great relief to me at the moment. We finished up and moved up to the sanctuary. As we walked in, I couldn't help but notice that you were sitting in your normal seat, just across the aisle from my wife. I smiled sheepishly at your husband's nod and wave and took my seat on the aisle. You didn't look my way and I started to wonder what your reaction was going to be. The sermon started and I focused on the message and then rose to help again with the collection. I was on the other side of the church from you and didn't notice anything strange until I was emptying the collection plates into the bin. A white envelope was laying in there, with my name on it, in your handwriting. I quickly slipped it into my jacket pocket, finished my duties with the collection, and quickly walked downstairs to the restroom. Not knowing what to expect, I dropped my trousers and sat on the seat of the toilet. I opened the envelope with nervous fingers to discover the same note on the back of a picture. The exception to the first note was the day, it was Monday. I turned the picture over slowly and was greeted by your smile once again. This time, you were kneeling on a bed, nude, leaning forward slightly. Your fingers were pulling your hard nipples and lifting your fantastic breasts up. I could see the faint outlines of your labia in the shadows between your legs. I turned the picture over again and realized that I had stopped breathing! Slowly trying to start my breathing again, I shredded the picture and the envelope. The time, room number, and hotel name swirled in the blue water and disappeared once again. I stood and again found that my cock was throbbing and swollen, needing attention. This was wrong. I was in CHURCH. I was MARRIED! I had to stop this. I was resolved to speak to either you or your husband as church ended. I didn't' realize the passage of time, and had to hurry to get to the side door to catch you as you were leaving. I stood on the sidewalk and waited. My wife came out and, lo and behold, you were walking arm in arm with her. What the hell was I going to do now? You both walked up to me and I was promptly informed that you were both going for mannie's and peddie's this afternoon. I was promptly invited to go out and get my own lunch as your husband was leaving town for two days and his flight was in an hour. I was as freaked out as I could be, the Subway sandwich sat on the plate half-eaten as my wife walked in the house. She was bubbling over with the remnants of "girl talk" so I had to listen as she described the fun you had both had. Laughing with you, I agreed that we should have you and your husband over for dinner one night very soon. My mind wasn't focused on her lovely French nails, but was thinking back to your own nails in the picture I had flushed just hours ago. Monday dawned and I was firm. I was going to go to the motel this morning and make sure that this episode comes to an end. I was nervous as I left work. The drive to the hotel was quick in the morning traffic. I parked in the rear and had to walk all the way around the building to get in. I got on the elevator and pressed the button for the 3rd floor. As the doors opened, I took a deep breath and looked down the hall to room 345. I walked down the silent hallway and stood before the door for a full 5 minutes before I summoned the courage to knock on the door. You opened the door and I was stunned. Your business suit was crisp and efficient, and not what I was expecting. You were dressed for a boardroom, not a motel room. The pearls around your neck were a triple strand. The blazer was buttoned but it did little to conceal your breasts. Your skirt stopped just at the top of your knees and revealed your strong calves and a very sexy pair of heels that gave your ass a wonderful lift as you walked away from me and told me to shut the door and have a seat. "Lacey, I'm not sure what you expect from me." "I don't expect any more of you than you do of me." I wondered what that meant, and asked: "What do you think I expect...I mean, what do I expect..." "You're extremely nervous. Relax, Bryan, here, have a little drink." You handed me a glass filled with some amber liquid. "It's too early for that, geese, it's just 9!" "That's true, but you need to relax." You moved behind me and started to rub my shoulders. Standing quickly, I said, "Don't do that. I came here to find out what you are doing." "I'm just trying to get you to relax a little, Bryan, you're too tense." You patted the chair and I felt like I had no choice, as the only other seat was the bed. "There, just let me work out these tight muscles, it might help if you took off this jacket." "No, I'm not taking off any clothes here today." "Well, that's fine, but I can't really rub your shoulders with it on." "I'm not here for a backrub. I wanted to talk to you about those pictures you gave me." "Did you like them?" "Yes, well, I, you shouldn't have given them to me." "Would you rather I gave them to your wife?" "Oh, god no. She would be crazy if she knew I was even here." "Why, Bryan, are you doing something wrong?" "No, I'm just sitting in a hotel room with a beautiful woman who's been sending me naked pictures in the church collection plate. I'm not doing one thing wrong, I'm doing about 30 things wrong." "Bryan, you need to relax. Sit back and take a breath." You sat on the edge of the bed, just a few inches from my knee. You leaned back and I noticed rather quickly that you weren't wearing a blouse under your blazer. You smoothly crossed your legs and leaned forward, your hand sliding up to the button of your blazer. "Don't do that, please?" "Don't do what, Bryan? I'm just trying to relax, to get you to relax a little bit." As your blazer came unbuttoned, I was granted a vision of your breasts, barely covered by the lapels of your tailored blazer. "Don't do that, button your jacket, I don't want to see your breasts." "You don't? I've been told I have very nice breasts." You stand, pulling off your blazer and leaning close enough for me to take one of your hard nipples in my lips. "Please, I think they're very nice, can you put a shirt on or something?" I started to squirm in my seat as the nearness of your nipples was starting to affect my cock. You reached up and stroked my hair gently. "If they're so nice, why should I cover up my breasts."? Stepping back, you knelt on the bed, hiking your skirt up and re-created the pose from your second picture. I didn't know what to do. My body was telling me to make love to you, my mind was flashing on pictures of my life; my wife, work, the church. I was faced with a terrible decision. "Bryan, don't you want to touch me? Don't you want to feel my breasts in your hands, in your mouth?" Barely a whisper came from my mouth as I said one word..."yes". You slowly moved off the bed. You took my hands from my lap and placed them on your breasts. As I felt the soft skin under my fingers, I started to knead them gently. My hands grew a mind of their own as I explored every inch of your breasts. I think I felt you help me take off my jacket but my mind was focused on your breasts. My fingers stroked and pulled at your nipples and you started to breath a little heavier. You stood before me and I watched as your skirt slid down your waist and hit the floor. Your heels were incredibly sexy as you stepped out of the skirt and moved closer to me. Your legs were sheathed in very sexy patterned hose that ended mid-thigh and were held up by a very sexy dark garter belt. Your panties matched the bow on the garter belt and were a lovely shade of pink. The sheer fabric barely hid your labia and I thought I actually saw the hood over your clitoris. You guided my lips to your hard nipple. As I took one in my mouth, I heard your quick intake of breath. I attacked your breasts with an unquenched hunger. My lips and hands were all over them, your hands stroking my hair and moving my mouth from one breast to the other. Your breath deepened and you moved back from me. "You like, I think?" "Of course, you're beautiful." "Why, thank you. Why did you come here this morning?" "I came to tell you that you had to stop sending me pictures." "Oh, I intend to stop sending you pictures." "Thank you." "Yes, I'm not sending you any more pictures. I want you. I want you right now." "That's impossible. I'm married." "So am I, what's the difficulty?" "I can't." I protested meekly. "You need to talk to your cock." You reached down and stroked my cock through my pants. "Don't do that. I can't be here." "But you are. Aren't you?" "Yes. But I have to leave." I stood and faced you, slightly shorter than my 6'2" frame. You reached down and started unzipping my pants. "Are you sure about that?" "Yes, I have to leave." I kept trying to stop you from unzipping me. "There you are!" You pulled my hard cock from my pants. I felt your hands stroke me gently and nearly exploded when your mouth touched the taut skin of the head of my cock. "Oh, geese. Don't." I protested quietly. You slowly slid your mouth down the entire length of my cock and then moved back. My dream came to my mind very vividly. You licked the shaft of my cock, feeling my balls in your hand. "Very nice, Bryan, very nice." "Um...I..ah.." I was stumbling vocally, but physically, I was starting to enjoy what you were doing to me. "You had pineapple juice today, didn't you?" "What?" "For breakfast or earlier, you drank some pineapple juice, right?" "How did you know that?" "I can taste it in your pre-cum and it tastes fantastic. I don't know if I want to taste your orgasm or if I want to fuck you." "Um...I..ah.." "I think I want to taste you now and fuck you later." You started sucking and stroking my throbbing cock a little faster. You moved your mouth over me and I felt your hands grab my ass, just like in my dream. I was fully into what was happening and unbuckled my pants, pushing them to the floor. You grabbed my ass and I couldn't help but notice your French manicure just before your nails gripped me tightly and started pulling me deep into your throat and out. The sensations were too much for me as my hips started thrusting on their own. My orgasm boiled up from my balls and exploded from the head of my cock. Your mouth opened wide and you swallowed most of my cum. As the milky-white juice oozed out of your mouth, you sucked me until I was nearly in pain. The drops of my orgasm spattered on your chin and in the cleavage of your wonderful breasts. You stood, kissed me sweetly on the cheek, and walked into the bathroom. I heard water running as I draped my pants and jacket over the chair and smoothed your skirt over another flat surface. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for you to come out of the bathroom. "You relaxed a little now?" "Oh, yes, very relaxed now." You walked into the room and picked up your skirt where I had draped it over the low table beside the window. You stepped into the skirt and zipped it. Smoothing the fabric, you reached for your jacket and slid your arms into the sleeves. Buttoning it up, you turned to the mirror to check your look. Forbidden Pleasure "What are you doing?" "I'm going to work, don't you need to get back too?" "Well, yes. I thought we would..." "I know what you thought, but I have something different in mind." You re-applied your lipstick and smiled at me. I must have been a sight, sitting there on the bed in my boxers, a stunned look on my face. "You're so cute, that lost puppy dog look on your face. You're going to have to play along so you can play, if you get my meaning." "I really don't." "Then you'll have to play in order to understand, won't you." "I guess." "Alright. Go back to work, lover. And don't do something stupid." "Stupid?" "Yes, lover, like tell your pretty little wife. I figure you won't because she's never done that for you, has she?" "Well, once, she tried, but she didn't finish and she hasn't since." "It was something we talked about yesterday while we were out. A little girl-talk." "Well, I'm not going to tell anyone about this, you can rest assured." "Then go back to work, lover. I can't wait to enjoy you again." You walked out of the room and I had no other choice than to get dressed and go back to work. As I sat and tried to eat lunch, my cell started vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and flipped it open. I had a text message: When you get done eating lunch, I want you to think about eating me. I nearly dropped the phone. Where had you gotten my number? I quickly deleted the note and my phone vibrated again. Another text from you: Two things, think about my tight pussy wrapped around your cock and delete these texts right now. I barely kept my composure during the rest of the day. My biggest temptation was to call or text you. I resisted as long as I could and as I was starting to open my phone, it vibrated again. Another text from you: You have a wonderful cock and your cum tastes fantastic. Delete this and don't text or call me. I was flabbergasted. You had taken over my mind and my body. My cock was rock hard and I was having difficulty finding the clock to see what time it was. The day ended without any more texts. I drove home and fell back into the same familiar routine of my life. As I lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to come, I spent the time recalling the feeling of your skin under my hands, your mouth on me, the strength of my orgasm, the first real blowjob I've ever had. Smiling, I drifted off to sleep. As the traffic droned on a rainy Tuesday morning, I was still smiling. The day started much as any other, work was challenging, but I couldn't shake the image of your mouth on me and your hands, so sexy with the French manicure, grabbing my ass. I started heading out of the office for lunch and my phone vibrated. I jumped and pulled it from my pocket, almost dropping it. My wife was texting me, reminding me to pick up some things at the grocery on the way home. As I was putting the phone away, it buzzed again. Thinking she had left something off her list, I ignored the text until I was done eating. Walking back to the office, I remembered the text. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I opened it to find a text from you: I'm sitting here having lunch with your wife and thinking about sucking your very hard cock. My pussy is getting wetter by the minute lover. I sat back down in my office, putting my phone on the corner of my desk. During the afternoon, I received no less than 13 very explicit text messages from you, all telling me what you wanted me to do to you. By the end of the day, I had the worse case of blue-balls ever. My hard on had been present for the whole afternoon and I had to sit at my desk just to keep it hidden from everyone else. The drive home was near agony and I couldn't wait to get in the house. I had to do something, so I climbed in the shower and started jerking my throbbing cock. The slick feel of the soap was a poor substitute, but after about 20 minutes of pounding my balls, I finally came. The orgasm was so intense I nearly fell to my knees in the shower, but quickly recovered as my wife walked into the bathroom to use the facilities. I dried off quickly and put on some shorts. Walking into the garage, I stared picking up and cleaning to take my mind off you. I heard the phone ring and started to answer it. As I neared the phone in the kitchen, I heard my wife pick it up in the living room and say "Hi Lacey, how are you this evening?" This was getting very weird for me. I didn't know what was going on and felt like I was going to explode. My phone vibrated and I opened it. Another text message from you: I'm talking to her right now. I want to feel your cock inside me. I felt a stirring in my cock once again. I changed into a pair of swimming trunks and walked out to the pool. The heater was off, so I was assured of it being extremely cold. I lay my phone on a chair by the edge and jumped in. Swimming a few laps, I loosened up. As I started toweling off, my phone vibrated again. Another text from you: Last one for the night, lover. I'm lying in the bed and stroking my clit, thinking of your mouth all over my wet pussy. Other than walking around with a hard-on for most of the day, Wednesday was the same as Tuesday. Text messages from you teasing me to no end. I was nearly in agony until the last one: Room 345, one hour. I was in agony. The drive over was only 10 minutes, and I had 50 minutes to figure out what to do. You had driven me crazy and all I wanted to do was everything you had teased me with since you sucked me dry on Monday. I got in the car, drove with all caution to the hotel, parked around back, walked back around to the front, got in the elevator and walked to the door of room 345. Before I even knocked, you opened the door. Standing before me, you were a vision of eroticism. Your outfit was incredible. The shoes were at least 5-inch heels; pink, to match the light pink of your hose. My eyes moved up your beautiful legs to the crotch of your pink and red bustier. The slightly glistening lips of your pussy were plainly visible through the crotch less panties you were wearing. Your waist was very sexily slim and the top blossomed up to your breasts, which were barely held in check by the fabric that almost didn't cover them. Your endless teasing had nearly driven me crazy. I strode into the room, shutting the door and grabbing your shoulders. I kissed you deeply, our tongues colliding as your hands started to undress me. I stepped back, pulled off my tie and slid my shirt and jacket off in one fluid motion. I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants to the floor. Stepping towards you, I slid down my boxers and kicked off my shoes and socks. I grabbed you and pulled you to me again. Kissing you hard, feeling your hands on my back and your body pressing against me. I pushed your face down to my crotch. "Blow me, Lacey. Your mouth is so hot." "My, aren't we a little impatient?" "Come on, lover, you've been teasing me for three days. Suck my cock." And you did, taking me in your mouth, licking the shaft and teasing my balls with your tongue. You sucked me more aggressively than before, my hand on the back of your head, moving you back and forth. I pulled my cock out of your mouth and lifted you up. Kissing you, I tasted the saltiness of me in your mouth. I pulled the fabric of your bustier down, releasing your beautiful tits and attacked them with my mouth and hands. Sucking one nipple while I pulled and tweaked the other, moving back and forth, I could tell you were getting very excited. I confirmed this when I slid my hand between your legs and felt the dampness of your pussy on my fingers. I slid my fingers into my mouth and tasted you. Pushing you down on the edge of the bed, I knelt at the foot. I lifted your right leg up and slid your left over my shoulder. I kissed your damp pussy, sliding my tongue inside you before I slid it up and started drawing circles on your clit. My tongue worked from side to side as I slid a finger inside your pussy. Stroking your g-spot with my finger, I felt your legs tense up. As I kept the same motion, I increased my speed. Your moans were all I needed to move faster. You started to cum for the first time and I tasted your sweet juices in my mouth. Your hips moved in rhythm with my fingers as I stroked your g-spot faster and faster. Standing, I kept fingering your pussy and helped move you up on the bed. I spread your legs and knelt between them. "This is something I've been in agony for the last three days over." "That's my lover, fuck me. Drive that hard cock in my pussy and fuck me hard." And I did, spreading your labia with the head of my cock; I rubbed it against your clit for a few seconds before sliding into your soaking wet pussy. Lifting your knees and putting your feet flat on the bed, you started meeting my thrusts with your own. Our hips crashed together as we fucked, your breasts bouncing against my chest. Your orgasm came rushing out of you and squirted all over my cock and balls. Your juices soaked the bed as I slowed, to give you a chance to enjoy the pleasure coursing through your body. I grabbed you around the waist and rolled over. You straddled me with a smile on your face and my cock buried deep inside you. Watching you ride me was fantastic, your breasts in my mouth as you ground your hips against mine. The feel of your skin on mine was nearly electric. Your head tossed as you rode me, your hair flying around and a smile on your lips. I felt you start to explode again and wanted to push you over the edge. I slowed and scooted to the edge of the bed. Putting my feet on the floor, I raise up to meet you, kissing you as you kept grinding your wet pussy on my cock. Your arms wrap around me as I grab your ass and pull you farther and farther onto my hard cock. The trembling in your legs betrays you as you start to explode again. The clenching of your legs and arms was incredible as you started squirting all over me again. You groaned as you squirted again and again, the sticky fluid running down the inside of my thighs and dripping on the carpet beside the bed. You wrapped your legs around me and I stood up. Walking over to the wall, I leaned you against it and started moving against you. You slid your foot down and stood on the low dresser and I could move in an out of your wet pussy. The position was fantastic and I loved the feel of your breasts pressed against my chest, but I wanted, needed to fuck you. I turned to the bed again, laying you on your back. Stretching one leg out on the bed, I lifted your other one and slid inside you. You lay back on the bed, as I started fucking you hard and fast. You moaned with every thrust inside you, my balls slapping against you every time. Driving inside you, I felt my orgasm start to build. I was going to have a huge orgasm. "Where do you want me to cum, lover?" "All over my tits, baby, cum all over my tits, fuck me harder baby, I'm going to cum again!" I slammed into you, harder and faster, trying not to explode inside your pussy as it gripped me while you came again. I pushed through the tightness and the fantastic orgasm you had. As I slowed, you released your grip on my arm and I pulled my throbbing cock out of your wetness. I knelt beside you and watched as you stroked my cock with both hands, feeling the slickness of your own juices on me. I was so close, you slid your hand over the head of my cock and I started spewing all over your tits. My orgasm was the biggest in months, the cum was thick and milky-white and nearly covered your beautiful nipples! We both collapsed on the bed. Spent. The heat rising off our bodies was almost visible. I walked over to the mini-bar and got us a couple of drinks. The water was refreshing and we talked about the time leading up to our coupling. "I'm not surprised you didn't come when I first invited you." "Well, I guess I had to be convinced." "I hope the blow job was good." "Oh, yes, and I look forward to the next one." "That means you want to keep this up?" "I think I do." "Well, my husband travels about twice a month. We can get together while he's out of town." "As long as your lunches with my wife don't get us in trouble." "They won't. As long as she and I are friends, and you and I are never in the room together, she'll never know." "As long as she'll never suspect, how about round 2?" "Oh, lover, I knew you were going to be good!" Forbidden Pleasure Edited by sexnovella It was a late summer day. I was out walking the regular round with my ear buds in my ears trying to clear my head, when I bumped into a friend. We decided to go sit on one of the benches on the side of the trails most people use to rest on. We sat there and talked for a while. For the first time in a long time I felt free to talk about all the thoughts I had inside my head. He really listened to every word I said. When I was done talking I put my head in my hands and sighed. He grabbed my chin and slowly brought his soft lips to mine. At first I hesitated for a moment but I returned the kiss. His mouth was so sweet. He let his tongue slide and play accross my lips. I opened my lips a little and our tongues touched for a split second before we broke the kiss. I had butterflies in my stomach. I was trying to understand what had just happened. I noticed that his hand was between my thighs. He placed his arm around my shoulders and I laid my head next to his. It felt like we sat there for a eternity and I had to continue my walk. I kissed him good bye and told him that I would meet him next day on the same spot at the same time. For the two weeks we meet there every day to talk and kissed each other. But one day when he had to help a friend with something. We meet at our usual spot and walked over to his friend's house holding hands. When we got there he started painting the walls. I have no idea why but I found it very sexy to see this handy man working. The way he bent over with his tight jeans pressed against his firm ass. I sat there half talking and half day dreaming about all kinds of things he could do for me. He stopped and took a break to get something to drink. I followed him into the kitchen and leaned up against the door frame. He came over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me close to him. Our lips met and his kiss was filled with love. I placed one hand on his chest and the other one on the back of his neck. He slid my hand downwards his chest and stomach to his opened zipper. To my surprise he didn't wear any underwear and I easily found his nice hard cock. As I put the fingers of my hand around his hardness and jerked him off softly he moaned into my mouth. He started to grab my tits and undo the buttons on my jeans and he slid his hand inside my panties to rub my warm pussy. I was so wet and horny that his touch caused my body to shiver. It felt like I was close to having an instant orgasm. I surprised us both with my inspiration when I suddenly went down on my knees and pulled his pants all the way down to his feet. The expression on my face was a mixture of shock and excitement because that must have been the largest cock I have ever seen in my life. I licked the precum that was coming out from the top of the glans. I used the tip of my tongue to tease all around the top of his dick and down the underside. Once I reached the tip again I sucked all of the glans into my mouth. When I nibbled on the top of it he moaned loudly. I sucked him further and further into my mouth till I felt his cock in my throat. He pulled me up and gave me a big hug. He pulled out the chair and sat down on it. Now I could get closer to his croach. I got down on my knees between his legs again and started sucking that hot cock into my warm wanting mouth. I teased him by using my tongue on his sensitive spots. I sucked all of his glory into my mouth until his glans touched my throat. I tried to relax my throat muscles so I could be able suck him deep down my throat for a long time. I slowly pulled his cock upwards with my lips and licked the underside of it all around the glans. I slowly put it inside my mouth again till I had swallowed all of the cock. I let him feel the vibrations of my throat on his glans. I repeated this treatment till he came unexpectedly in my mouth with several powerful sprays of sperm. I swallowed every last drop of his warm salty seed. Then I licked him clean and helped him to get dressed. I sat down on his lap and all he could say was 'Wow!' We looked deep into each other's eyes with a smile on our faces. I kissed him with all the passion I felt for him. Later I had to leave to go home. We continued to meet every now and then to have sex. Nothing was the same after this and I realized that I was deeply in love with this man. I would do anything to be with him all the time. This was the forbidden pleasure because I knew that we lied to his girlfriend and my best friend.