Coffee evening. 3

“Touch. It is touch that is the deadliest enemy of chastity, loyalty, monogamy, gentility with its codes and conventions and restraints. By touch we are betrayed and betray others … an accidental brushing of shoulders or touching of hands … hands laid on shoulders in a gesture of comfort that lies like a thief, that takes, not gives, that wants, not offers, that awakes, not pacifies. When one flesh is waiting, there is electricity in the merest contact.”

― Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose

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Remember last time? In case you don’t here’s the last thing that happened:

“Tomorrow?” I asked and she nodded, playfully. She took the tray and went to the kitchen, coming back in a few minutes.

“Tomorrow, at the same place, same hour… We’ll have our cup of coffee.” She explained, fixing her 0hair as I did the same with mine, my clothes and my throbbing womanhood. “Will you come?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Of course.” I nodded, I didn’t mean to sound desperate but that was exactly how I sounded, she just giggled. I waited for her to get ready and walk her to the parking lot, she got into her car, waving and winking at me.

I was left there, in the middle of the parking lot, with my heart beating like crazy. Now I had the opportunity to decide whether I’d comeback or not. And even if my brain was still shouting “no no no don’t.” my heart and body wanted a whole different t0hing.

(…)

“Okay… get yourself together.” I scolded myself as I watched her leave. It took me a few minutes to realize what just happened. My heart was still pounding hard, my womanhood was st0eamy and hot and my cheeks were slightly red. Besides, that body guard almost caught us made me get hornier if possible. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I sighed and made my way back to my car.0

It took me0 20 minutes to get home, I couldn’t get her out of my mind, and I rewound each touch, each word, and each gaze. This girl was going to drive me crazy for sure. I was about0 to get off my car w0hen I remembered her wet kisses 0on my neck, panicking I tied my hair up and roamed every inch of my neck, looking for some bite marks or hickies which may look suspicious. Luckily I didn’t have any which was weird because she enjoyed herself kissing my neck, the memory made my legs trem0ble.0

“Okay0, I got this… I do.” I sighed and almost shat my pants where I heard a knock on my window.

“GOTCHA!!” My husband was standing there with a gummy smile on her face and I felt the need of hitting him really hard.

“MY FUCKING GOD, COULD YOU NOT?!?!” I said trying to get myself together once more. He just laughed again and opened the door for me, he was still smiling and I felt kinda guilty at the moment.

“I’m 0sorry, babe. I thought you were having some hard time because I saw0 you tying your hair up and looking at your n0eck with a scare look on your face, touching it.” I panicked, and froze n0 my spot; he closed the door 0and looked at me. “So maybe, you caught a cold or something? Fever? I don’t know.” I 0blinked a couple of times, and sighed in relief, he was so innocent sometimes.

“Oh yes, I… felt… hot.” Shit, of course I was hot, I was still hot, you little slut. “So I was checking you know, my temperature.” I managed to smile softly, and he just nodded. “I didn’t want to go inside and pass it along to the kids.”

“You are so caring.” A warm smile appeared on his face and I felt like the shittiest person in this word. I just nodded and made my way inside the house, I wanted to avoid as many conversations as possible.

It was my daily routine, get home. Kiss my kids. Make dinner. Watch tv for a few minutes. Help them with their homework, like if I was a slave, routine was fucking me up, it’s been fucking me up for almost 20 years in a row.

Let’s make a stopover right here,

. I know, I know I may sound0 like I was tired and didn’t care about it but it isn’t like that, I do care about my family but sometimes you just need… a break. Not beca0use you don’t care but bec0ause you are… overworked. As a married woman I know many woman would match with me, sometimes all we want is to get lost for a week or two because it seems like we have time for everyone but does anyone have time for us? And I am 0not talking about 0trivialities but real stuff, we, wom0an, are not complicated we are just misunde0rstood.

However, let’s go on with the story, right?

Going back to that day.

It was already 11pm when I was ready to go to bed. Camila was a current thought and wouldn’t leave me alone not even a minute. I lied on my bed, well… our bed because I was next to my husband, maybe he was sleep already so I just looked at the ceiling for a couple minutes. I lied on my right side trying to make up missed sleep, I closed my eyes and her face started to appear on my mind, her reddish lips, her plumpy breasts, her long legs… her kisses, oh my god her kisses were heavenly made.

As I recalled those images I swear god I could feel her kisses on my neck again, her wet tongue roaming my nape slowly… making its way to one of my shoulders, biting it softly. It was heaven, I bit my lower lip so that I wouldn’t wake up my husband. God this daydream felt so freaking real I almost got scared. Then, one of her soft hands making its way to one of my big boobs, her fingers roaming and pinching one of my nipples, I bit my lower lip again, arching my back.

Her kisses, and touch were about to drive me crazy, how a simply memory could make me feel so hot? So horny? I felt my womanhood getting wet again, I needed to appease that feeling or else I’ll go crazy, I thought about it a couple minutes and changed the side I was lying on, now facing at my husband.

One of my hands travelled to his crest, caressing it softly and slows… then I managed to squeeze his sleepy cock over his pajama pants.  I know, I shouldn’t be doing this while I think about someone else but gezzz, If I don’t do this I’ll cry out of frustration.

He groaned, he wouldn’t say no and I wouldn’t take a not as an answer. I got closer and wrapped one of my legs around his, I think he was just snoozing because his right hand grabbed one of my thighs and I smiled, my lips travelled to his neck, licking it slowly as I kept massaging his penis which started to get hard, I was thirsty I needed it inside me. And of course I’d imagine it was her… it was her fingers or maybe she using a strap-on… I didn’t care, I needed sex right now and tomorrow I’ll need it again.

It took me a few minutes of slow massages to make him get hard, I placed myself on the top, sitting on his boner. He groaned and so did I. I kept my eyes closed or else I’d lose her image, her scent. I started moving my hips in little circles, again and again. I was wearing my dressing gown so my pussy (still covered by my underwear) was making contact with his crescent erection. My wet folds which would moisten my panties were chafing with his crotch, but in my mind it wasn’t his crotch I was rubbing on, it was her hands… or her dildo, I was sitting on the counter and she was teasing me.

“Yes…” I mumbled, a soft moan filled up his ears and he liked it but I refused to hear him, no. I placed my index fingers on his lips. “Shut up.” I commanded but I didn’t open my eyes, I didn’t see him but I could tell he was surprised because I felt how he opened his mouth again to speak. “I said shut up.” I groaned and shoved two fingers on his mouth, he gasped but accepted them because he started sucking them, roaming my fingers with his tongue.

“Yes…” I sighed and imagined it was her, the one sucking my fingers, just preparing herself to get fucked by my slender, long fingers. I kept moving my hips against his boner, which was getting harder and harder. His hands grabbed my ass, playing with it, massaging and squeezing it. I moaned and let him do that because that’s something she would do for sure. My underwear was soaking wet and I couldn’t resist anymore the need of feeling something filling up my wet throbbing core.