Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Devil With A Deal:>>Ep17

"You want me?" Tara asked, sitting up. Her feet pressed against my thighs. Her lithe little hand wrapped around my cock, holding it in position, readying to plunge me into her pussy.

This was the moment where I was supposed to stop. To step back from the precipice. It was my last chance to preserve the promises of my marriage -- admittedly already cracked, but at a point where it could still be fixed, sloppily, with super glue and hope.

You think that's how it happens. That the instant of cheating is obvious, pronounced, and you have the time and wherewithal to weigh it carefully. In truth each moment rolls on top of the next like a lightning avalanche where you see the flash in the far distance and, suddenly, you're buried in your sister-in-law's impossibly tight, indescribably wet pussy.

"Uhhhhhhhh-UGH!" Tara groaned as she engulfed me. "Slow-slow-slow. Fuck that's a lot."

Tara settled down on my dick like a three-inch ring being forced around a 3. 5-inch pole. Slow and steady. Sinking down. Panting like she was having a panic attack.

Finally, my wife's baby sister bottomed out. Looking at me wide eyed with shock, like even she couldn't believe what she'd just done. The way you'd stare at a sword if the sharp end was sticking out from your stomach.

Neither of us moved. We hung there, wondering at what we'd accomplished. Amazed at the experience of each other's body. Sure, we'd crushed on each other before, but I don't think either of us understood exactly what we'd been holding ourselves back from till that moment.

"Kate can't get excited about this?" Tara asked gesturing down at her cock-filled crevasse.

"Jesse wants to be with someone different than you?" I asked with the same incredulity.

down my shaft as she giggled. The pretty redhead leaned forward, careful to keep my dick inside her. Like she was playing a weird party game where she couldn't let go -- not even an inch. Clenching for cock. Bobbing for

slightest bit of motion. It wasn't enough to stimulate me. Just warm

sister-in-law's clit. Unlike what I was used to with her older sister, Tara's magic spot was easy to find. It stuck out almost swollen from between her puffy vaginal lips. Tara gently swayed against me. Her eyes

like that. This was languid -- almost more like soaking than sex. For a moment, I wondered if Tara wanted me to take her

and forth, lost in

you,"

got me," Tara said, a hint of confusion in her

over, holding our connection as I slammed her back into the couch. For a moment, I caught the flash of something in her emerald eyes. The thrill and terror of doing something dangerous. But a moment later it faded back to her now-expected warm

to catch every twist

could do more to take charge of my own pleasure and I didn't pause. Again, the images ran through my mind. That asshole, Jesse, with his arm possessively around Tara. Brian, nailing her to the bed. But now, she was mine. That pussy was creaming on my cock. That woman was moaning from my ministrations. I licked her pointed

Tara said,

difference. She'd been barely capable of speech with Brian. But now she was rambling, one long nonsense monologue, egging me on like a little

doing it. Fucking your wife's little sister.

"So good."

first met.

"You've got it."