The fire warmed her and cast its dancing orange glow over the room. A tremble ran across her body, not from the chill of the room, but from the apprehension she felt when she looked at the man sitting in the chair. Why had she agreed to come here? Did she even want to be here? Her stomach churned as she chewed her lip. Her man encouraged her to come. It was his fantasy, but was this her fantasy as well?
He turned his head to look at her, those eyes roaming her body with a desire she knew to well. She felt her skin warming and wished she could say it was the fire that caused it.
"Are you cold?" He smiled as his eyes met her own. She shook her head and moved her arms to cover herself. The teddy was a gift he had given her when she arrived at his door. Seeing it had almost sent her running for the door, but she tried it on and had to compliment his taste.
"Wont you come over and sit?" He turned back and she brushed her hands along the thin fabric. Clenching her fists and swallowing hard for some courage before moving to the front of his chair. The room was empty, other than this chair, a lamp, and the rug on the floor. It was a strange set up for a den. Warm and still clearly made for purely himself.
He moved slightly in his chair and she jumped a bit, settling herself to the rug and looking down to the floor. Her heart raced in her chest and her mind raced. She should go. Now. This was a mistake.
She opened her mouth to speak but the words caught in her throat as his hand touched her chin and he turned her to look up at him. A playful light danced in his eyes as he smiled and drifted his fingers along her neck and shoulder.
"So, tell me, why did you come here? For you, or for him?" His words were soft, but straight to he point.
"I'm not sure." She arched her back as his fingers tickled her skin. They were warm, and surprisingly gentle as they roamed along. Their path has no purpose or course, just drifted across her body awakening her nerves.
"I believe you. But that is something you should decide before anything happens." She relaxed at his words. Knowing he didn't expect anything, even with her sitting here in the lingerie he bought, made it easier somehow.
"Thank you. I was worried I'd disappoint you if I said no." a small smile crossed her lips and he traced it with his fingertip.
"That isn't the man I am." His fingers brushed down her neck and across her chest and she felt her breath catch. "You knew that or you wouldn't be here at all." His hand took her arm and lifted her up to sit on his lap. His arm around her, keeping her steady and secure. Always secure.
He was right. She knew from the moment they met that he wouldn't push her. They chatted, laughed, and connected and it was nice. Her thoughts had surprised her when she had imagined him kissing her. She was a dedicated wife. The kind of woman who only wanted one man to love and cherish. Never had she considered anyone but her love, and still she found herself thinking of him and smiling.
"I know. It surprised me when I told my husband that I had fantasies about you. Surprised me even more when he wanted me to come here and fulfill them. He never fucked me like that before." her eyes softened as she thought of sex with her husband that night. It was primal, animalistic almost. His normal tender nature gave in to a lust she had never seen in him. All from her desire to be with another man.
"Probably the same fantasies I had for you." His hand caressed her leg, the rough palm moving along her smooth skin brought a sigh to her lips.
"Me? I am nothing special. Nothing like the women you know." Her eyes looked into his, trying to see what he saw in her.
"Of course you are special. Not being able to see it is half your charm." His hand rested on her hip and pulled her closer. "Don't try and hide what you are."
"And what is that?" Her words were a whisper now. The distance between them was gone, his lips were brushing hers as they spoke. The heat between her legs grew and moistened betraying the confused part of her brain.
"Alive. Sexual. Aroused." He pressed his lips to hers at last, kissing her and parting them and she responded in turn. Everything she'd been hiding since they met flooded out of her into that kiss. Her hand moved into his hair, pulling him in. She turned into his body, weight shifting on his lap letting her feel his growing enjoyment as it pressed against her ass. The small space of the chair became to constricted as the explored each other after weeks of flirting and hinted comments.
He lowered her to the floor and moved behind her. Kissing her still, tongues battling as his body pressed to her. Her back arched to push her breast into his hand. His fingers digging into that soft flesh as the nipple hardened against his palm. They fought to breath between the kiss. His lips finally relenting and moving to her neck allowing her to moan out loud as his fingers trapped her nipple and teased it through the thin fabric.
"Have you decided yet?" His free hand gripped her hip and held her back against his swollen bulge. Each throb of it echoed with the tingling of her clit. Her hand drifted there as she looked into his eyes. Her body trembled again, but this time not from apprehension, but need and anticipation.
"Me.. oh God I am here for me." She leaned in and kissed him again to muffle the moan as her fingers began to work against the slick fabric of her panties.
They stayed that way, kissing, exploring. His hand would replace hers, then she would take over again when his hand moved away. She in tern traced the length of his shaft through his pants, gripping it and stroking it to hear his groans shift to growls of need. At some point her teddy had been ripped away, a casualty of lust.
As he leaned back, she reached for his belt. Looking up into his eyes as she freed his aching cock at last. Her thoughts drifted back to her husband again. Back to the night he fucked her so hard when she confessed the need for another man. And as she leaned down now, taking this other man's cock into her mouth, she wondered just how hard he would take her after this.
Story by: mystermitch
Phots by: mystermitch
Furniture used: ::WS:: Master's Armchair
Sold as part of the Master's Livingroom Set
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