Sean was known for breaking hearts and for breaking the law. Neither one could catch him and was quite upset about it, and then there's me. He was wrong for me on many levels. Primarily because I was ten years his senior and married, I was at my wit's end and realized that despite all the reasons not to, I wanted what he had to offer... I wanted him.
He cornered me one day after work on the way home. It had been a long day, and I wanted to put my feet up. So, with that thought and a nice glass of red wine on my mind, I was on autopilot. The drive home made it easy for me as there was little traffic on the country road where my house is located. So it surprised me when someone on a motorcycle flew from one of the few private drives roads on the highway's left side. I remember hitting the brakes and turning the steering wheel, sending my car to the other side of the road while the motorcycle kept coming at me. At this point, I closed my eyes and said a quick pray waited for the impact, which never came—opening my eyes to see the motorcyclist lying on the ground and the motorcycle inches from the rear bumper of my car. He moved to a sitting position on the ground. I blinked a few times, trying to understand what I was seeing. He took off his helmet and showed me who he was. Sean! After turning off the car, I quickly got out and approached him.
"Who in the hell gave you a driver's license?" he hissed, saying from between kissable lips I had admired now had gone taunt and unsmiling.
"I wasn't the one who came shooting out of a side road without looking first," I said as I kneeled beside Sean.
"Are you hurt? Can you get up?"
"Yes, I'm not hurt, but not sure about my bike," he said sarcastically, getting up and walking over to the motorcycle. Again, who gave you a license?
At this point, I have had enough. I got in my car as he moved his motorcycle to the side of the road and drove off. He wasn't hurt, and it was his fault. Yes, I was wrong. When I got home, I felt guilty and wanted to return to see if Sean was okay. That was when the doorbell rang, and I got a message on my cellphone. As I walked to the door, I looked at my message and saw it was from my husband. It was short and straightforward, and just about the moment I was going to read it for the second time, I opened the door to find Sean.
"You owe me."
Gone were the angry tautness of his lips and the hard look in his large dark eyes. Since he was upright and facing me, his body now looked like something I needed but shouldn't want. I licked my dry lips, feeling my heart beating fast as moisture gathered at the small of my back and in the valley between my breasts. Swallowing, I attempted to ask him what he meant but didn't get the chance. Sean was on me before I realized that he had moved. His lips claimed mines sending a shockwave through my body that ended with my pussy flood stage and the walls cramping, trying to latch on to something. Sean released me long enough to shut and lock the front door before reclaiming my lips. His large hands, the image of slipped into my nightly dreams with promise, started to remove my clothing. While they were gentle, his lips were not, and I didn't mind one bit. They fed my desire for him and silenced the voices inside my head, telling me this was wrong.
"Tell me to stop, and I will, but you have to tell me now," he said, his lips just a breath away from my trembling, swollen lips.
I couldn't think. This was more than I could have imagined or hopeful. Hell, what was I doing? This man was so much younger than me. At that point, Sean took his seduction up a notch, and I was lost. All I could do was say YES as I dropped my phone on the floor with the text message on the screen forgotten. Amid soulful kisses, we removed each other's clothes, leaving a pathway behind us as we made our way to my bedroom. Instead of the bed, we found our way to the two-person shower, where we let the water wash away the day's activity as we slowly, with longing attention, made ourselves bare body and soul.
Sean's soapy hands massaged and caressed my ass cheeks as I washed his arms and chest with focused and languishing caresses. Stimulating further by the warmth of the water, I rubbed my naked body against his like a cat seeking to itch to scratch. Sean moaned against my quivering lips as his cock lay thick and hard between us, causing my pussy to pant with want. I needed more.
"Let me in,"
His voice was demanding but heavy with a desire that made me weak in the knees. I knew there was no going back or saying stop. I was in it for the ride. God help me! I could only nod and wrap around him as he took ownership of my offering.
Like something wild and driven with a purpose, Sean's mouth licked and sucked his way down my body. After pushing me up against the shower wall, he falls to his knees, looking up at me with the shower water falling on him like rain. In Sean's eyes, I see so many possibilities.
"Spread your legs,"
I did what I was told.
Using his fingers, he parted the folds of my pussy and started to examine it closely. Causing me to moan and my pussy to weep, wanting more than just his stare.
"Look at me," Sean said in a demanding tone as water ran down his face. I did as I was told, watching a sexy smile grace his lips. It had nothing on the heated, passionate look in Sean's dark eyes. They were all that I could see. I watched them as his mouth replaced his fingers in my pussy. Where his thumps and teased my clit Sean's tongue took over, and I went up on my toes in response. Feeling as if my body had received an electric charge from Sean's tongue. The teasing motion of his mouth and tongue seems to loosen all the joints in my body, making it hard for me to stand. I gripped his head between my hands as I tried to ride his face. It felt so good, and I didn't want it to stop. My breasts, large and full, bounced up and down as road his face. My nipples stuck out from the areolas and needed attention. I let go of Sean's head and started to squeeze and tease my breasts and nipples, fueling the fire that Sean had started. Feeling the fire burning through me forced me to move faster. My orgasm was coming. Then Sean stopped and moved away from me, leaving me shaking and wanting.
You owe me, he said with a whisper.
The lower half of his face glistened with my juice, and I watched as one in a trance as he licked his lips slowly. I wished he was back licking and tasting me.
"What do you want?" I asked in frustration, almost in tears, as I kept one hand on my right breast and fingered my sobbing wet pussy with the other. I
"I want all of you."
"I'm married."
I don't give a fuck, and considering the message on your phone, you shouldn't either, Sean said, his dark eyes going hot and hard as he watched me masturbating. The last part of his statement caused me to stop and wrap my arm around myself, becoming aware of my nakedness and vulnerability.
"You owe me."
"WHAT!", I said in frustration on many levels as I looked up at his handsome face. No answer was given other than feeling his demanding lips on mine. Our tongues did a mad tango as bodies joined in. Wet hot, and in need, we clung to each other, falling out of the shower and into my bed. Raining kisses down the front of my body as my heart beat faster due to Sean's kisses had me gasping for air. He was stealing the very breath from me, and then his mouth my nipples. Sean's teasing tongue and demanding mouth had me arching my back and curling my toes, adding to the deep moan I released. I reached for him only to have Sean restrain my hands.
"Don't touch me until I say that you can," Sean said, his voice commanding yet thick with lust. Then he left me and returned with one of my husband's ties. I didn't have to guess what he would do after tying my hands together and then to the bed. Sean stood back and looked at his handiwork. His cock is thick and sticking out from his body in my direction like an offering.
"You owe me."
"What the fuck do I owe you?" I asked, spreading my legs apart and exposing my wet hot pussy in his direction, making an offering. I am unsure exactly what happened then or after, but Sean fell on me, starting with my pussy. He licked and teased it until I was begging him to fuck me. Sean ignored me and continued exploring my intimate places, driving me to the edge but not letting me cum. Covered in sweat with my tears mixing in, I was begging him like a mad woman to fuck me. Sean just looked down at me with my juice covering the lower half of his face mixing with his sweat and smiled before grabbing his cock. He started to stroke from its base to the head of his cock and moved his hips as if he was shoving into me.
"Fuck me, PLEASE!," I begged as I watched him slowly masturbate with his eyes locked on me. And when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Sean got back between my legs and, with no warning, shoved his cock into my pussy. I screamed in shock, pain, and pleasure. He fucked me until I came screaming and moaning his name. Sean flipped me over onto my stomach and pushed me to my knees. I can still fill the result of my orgasm dripping from my pussy. Which kept grabbing like it was seeking something to hold onto, like Sean's cock. With my face turned to the side, I looked at myself in the large mirror across the room and watched as Sean started to finger me again. With fingers in my pussy and his thumb in my ass, he fucked me as he stroked his cock. It was almost like he was priming me for what he would do next, but which hole? The thought was lost to me, as my second or maybe third orgasm was calling, and I was rushing to answer. So, I wasn't aware of what Sean was doing besides finger fucking me, and I was in the mid of coming when he slid his cock into me.
I again screamed and moaned so hard that I would have sworn my eyes rolled back in my head as Sean fucked me with what seemed like total abandonment. His large hard body shoved into me as if trying to mark me while driving me into the bed. I came so hard that I blacked out, only returning to myself hours later. It was dark when I found the strength to get up. Once standing, my body felt like it had been thoroughly fucked and that I would be walking funny for a few days. After revisiting the shower and giving thanks that it was the weekend, I went down to check the house for the night. I found my phone on the dining room table, not the floor where I had dropped it. I turned it and read the text messages. The first was from a number I didn't know, but I could guess who it was from. There was nothing, just three words which I stared at and wondered, and then there was the message from my husband. I read it slowly, letting it sink in, and then I sent one of my own. I took the next week off, sighting family issues. One day when I returned from seeing my lawyer, I found Sean sitting on his motorcycle in my front yard. He followed me into my home, saying nothing. We just stood there momentarily, looking at each other in the quiet.
"You owe me," he said softly, filling the quiet. His eyes were longing, and his body was waiting.
I went to my knees and opened my mouth.
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