1. Images Of Sin


    Date: 8/5/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: Coco, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

    I tossed in sweat-drenched sheets as the dream continued vividly in my mind. And though I was vaguely aware that my body approached climax, I didn’t intend to do so alone. I woke fitfully, and Natalie came to mind just like she was in my dream…naked. We’d been together three times since the spontaneous sex on the beach. ‘The woman is truly addictive,’ I thought as I threw my dark legs over the side of the bed. Her mind, her very filthy mind, intrigued me just as much as her body aroused me. I wondered what she was doing at that very moment, but my husband drew me into his body as I tried to escape the aromatic sheets. “John, I need to pee,” I mumbled as he gripped me tight. He slapped my ass. “Hurry back, I want to know what the hell you were dreaming about.” ‘You might regret that curiosity,’ I thought as I sauntered naked into the spa-like bathroom. Of course, there was a part of me that realized that truly he would not mind. Cheating is cheating, but he might feel differently if I told him that my adultery involved a long legged, svelte blonde that had a body made for sin. I doubt he’d throw me out of bed if I whispered about my dalliances to him while I rode his thick dick. I felt a spark of arousal at the thought of sensuously whispering in his ear as his muscle slid into me. I left the bathroom and quickly went to him. His body was in the early stage of arousal, and my eyes roamed the length of him. I took my time; I gazed at his mouth while he took his dick in his ...
    hand. He stroked himself while he began to speak. “What made you moan and grab at your breasts while you slept?” “Are you sure you want to know, babe?” Slowly I began to massage my breast. John’s dick twitched in his hand. “Yes.” His chest heaved and a moan escaped his full lips. I knew that I couldn’t lie to him, but I also knew that cheating was not high on his list of forgivable actions. I took a seat in the chair on the opposite side of the bed. “If I told you that I was dreaming about a lover, what would you do?” His hand stopped mid-stroke; his mouth opened as if to say something, but not a word was spoken. His face told me everything I needed to know. Instantly, I was sorry. “Let me start over, and please…just let me finish.” “Okay,” he said as he turned to face me, his cock suddenly limp, yet still impressive. “When I arrived here, I met someone.” I hesitated as he stood, and angrily walked toward the breathtaking ocean view. “That’s who invaded my sleep.” His body slumped, his head met the glass; it was something that he did often when upset. “Did you fuck him?” Images of creamy skin flooded my mind, and my body responded to them; I didn’t actually hear what he asked. I touched myself, felt the familiar pull of need surge throughout my sex. Images of blonde hair that tickled my thighs while her tongue wickedly pleasured the fleshy folds of my swollen pussy plagued me. I couldn’t stop the visions that filled my mind, I couldn’t stop the wetness that pooled in my sex as my ...
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