Wet and Wild on Granite

“Fucking incredible, huh?” he said, catching his breath. I couldn’t even respond, my mind blank from the intensity. He had to rush off for his meeting but promised, “I’m back tonight, and we’re not done.” He knew my husband was out of town, and I’d be alone.

That afternoon, a friend swung by and dragged me to a nearby coffee shop. I didn’t have time to change, so I went in my crop top and yoga pants, my nipples still hard and my pussy faintly outlined, drawing stares from every guy in the place. Still buzzing from earlier, I felt a mix of shame and thrill, like I was on display. My friend teased me about my “slutty chic” vibe, but I could tell she was jealous of the attention.

Nathan texted later, saying he’d miss dinner due to a work event. Lauren called, and I told her he’d come for lunch and left in a hurry, adding that he’d be back late, so I’d probably be asleep. That night, I tried to sleep but couldn’t. My body was still humming, my fingers drifting to my nipples and clit as I replayed the feel of Nathan’s cock. I was soaked, desperate for more.

Past 1 a.m., the buzzer sounded. I’d gone to bed naked, so I slipped on a silk robe and opened the door. Nathan stumbled in, tipsy, and immediately pulled me into a deep kiss, his hands roaming my body. We made it to the bedroom, where he stripped off my robe and worshipped every inch of me with his mouth – my neck, my breasts, my inner thighs. He flipped me into a 69, his cock hovering above my face, thick and veined, pre-cum glistening at the tip. I wrapped my lips around it, savoring the salty taste, my tongue tracing the underside as I sucked him deep. His balls were tight, drawn up close to his body, and I teased them with my fingers. Meanwhile, his tongue worked my pussy, sucking my clit and probing my entrance until I came again, my moans muffled by his cock.

He positioned me on my back, hooking my ankles over his shoulders. He rubbed his cock along my slit, teasing until I begged, “Please, fuck me.” He slammed into me, his thickness stretching me to the limit. With my legs up, he hit so deep it felt like he was in my core, each thrust sending shockwaves through me. My breasts bounced with every slam, my nipples aching as he pinched them. I came twice, my pussy spasming around him, before he groaned and unleashed a torrent of cum, the warmth filling me as his cock pulsed. My body convulsed, my orgasm so intense I nearly blacked out, my toes curling as I gasped for air. We collapsed, sweaty and spent.

At 3 a.m., I woke to him fucking me again, his cock sliding in slow and deep as he spooned me. Half-asleep, I moaned softly, letting him take what he needed. We woke around 9 a.m., and he was hard again. This time, I was barely awake, so I just spread my legs, letting him rut into me. I didn’t cum, but I faked a few moans to keep him going until he finished.

Nathan still comes to Seattle monthly for work but now stays at a hotel, telling Lauren it’s to avoid tension with my husband. In reality, it’s so we can steal a few hours together. Each visit, we push further – toys, roleplay, even sneaking quickies in risky places. It’s reckless, but the thrill and the way he fucks me keep me hooked.

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