1. The Young Barista - Part 3


    Date: 12/17/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: SxyHusband, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    titch. I began caressing her creamy inner thighs, moving up and over her damp pussy and the down the other leg. In the mean time, my other hand had pulled up her dress past her waist till the hem was around her belly button. She was indeed a sight to behold. “Babe,” I said through heavy breathing, “let’s get in the back seat!” Without adjusting her dress, Sam got out into full public view, with her skirt hiked up and her red g-string glowing like a neon sign, she opened the back door and lithely moved into the back seat of my car in one fluid motion. No one saw us, but I loved how all our inhibitions had dropped and now we were fully indulging in our tryst without regret or conscience. The building pleasure was electric and intense. Once in the back, I took a moment to raise the built in shades in the back and rear windows and we went for each other again. All that comes to memory is mouths, lips, and tongues, along with groans, moans and wet slurping noises. My hands found their way between her legs once more, loving the feel of her pussy and the ever so tiny fabric that covered the waxed bald wonder waiting to be explored. Sam in return reached out and fondled my erection through my pants, rubbing up and down along the length of my married cock. The small wet spot on my pants was now a large one and both the musky smell of our juices filled the cabin of the car. Every few minutes or so, the reality of what was happening would hit me. Here I was, in a parking lot, in the ...
    back seat of my car with a seventeen-year-old girl, having an extremely hot and heavy session of utter sexual indulgence. Is this happening?! Apparently so. Images of my wife overseas would flash through my mind. What was she doing, would she sense where I was at this moment? Thoughts of our marriage, the time we spent together, our meetings and so on would replay themselves as my lips glided over Sam’s mouth and down her neck. Strangely, though I thought it would bring a sense of guilt and shame, it actually filled me with a heighten sense of life, alertness and simply being very present in the moment. So not what I expected. I later came to discover that my time with Sam broke the mold of the groove I had gotten myself in over the past many years. The ideas of what I thought was content and happiness was being systematically dismantled and the freedom I had longed for was being revealed in very new and pleasurable ways. ……………………… As our kisses and breathing got heavier and our hands more carefree in our explorations, I heard the klink of my belt being undone and my zipper being lowered. Though we were lost in our passion and our eyes were mostly closed, in my minds eye, I was watching Sam undo my pants and felt her urge to access her forbidden prize. “Lift your butt up handsome.” Sam said. “What?” “Just lift your butt up!” she giggled. I did as I was told and with one effortless motion, Sam had pulled my pants and undies off till they were around my shins. In that same ...
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