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The Affair -part 2-
🕑 Added 2018-03-20 06:38:45 +0000 UTC Christina woke up the next morning feeling content. After a couple of glasses of wine, she had blacked out and dreamt of her encounter with Alan. As expected, this left her aroused beyond belief and as her vision focused, she made out the shape of her husband as he lay next to her. He was fast asleep, breathing softly as Christina sidled up to him and wrapped her leg around his waist from behind. While she felt relaxed being so close to him, there was a part of her that wondered what it'd be like if Alan were in the place of Joaquin.What craziness was she plotting? It was only a simple blowjob after all. Sure, she did have fleeting thoughts of resuming her dirty work the next time Alan paid a visit, but isn't it normal for these thoughts to leave her mind the day after? It didn't matter at that point, she was against her lover, nuzzled safely against his strong back, listening to his every breath as her eyes slowly closed. As soon as they closed, it wasn't Joaquin she saw, but Alan. This was serious, why would she be thinking of him this way? It was almost as if the simple act of sucking him off opened the door to new horizons.
She opened her eyes wide and just looked at Joaquin as he began to move. Before she could think of what to say, she was face to face with her heterochromatic lover as he wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. Not shocked by the sudden show of affection, Chrissy returned the hug, resting her ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he told her how much he missed her. She wanted to say the same to him, but her actions spoke louder than any words could at that point. Joaquin looked down at her, stroked his hand against her hair, cupped her chin, and pulled her face to look at his. The moment their eyes met, Christina wasted no time in diving in for a kiss.
Their lips met in a heat of passion as her arms found their way around his neck. She needed sex bad and she was going to make sure she got it by any means necessary. Joaquin didn't seem to fight back and gripped her plump rear, pulling her on top of him, making her straddle his hips. Before long, Chrissy felt Joaquin's throbbing member press against her entrance, trying to poke it's way inside. Her eyes became glossed over as her vision blurred from the sensations. She could only mutter a submissive "Fuck me, baby.." against his dark lips. Her fingers tangled in his shoulder length, brown hair as she pulled his head back, kissing on his neck. With that, Joaquin obeyed his wife and slipped his thick cock inside her snatch, stretching it wide.
She screamed out loud against his flesh as she felt the throbbing monster inside of her. Not wasting time, Joaquin immediately began spearing himself in and out of Christina, moaning her name profusely. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, making sure he went nowhere. The pleasure was so overwhelming, all she could do was shut her eyes and the moment she did, that's when trouble reared it's ugly head. Once again, she saw Alan. This time, however, he was the one on top, not Joaquin. The scene was vivid in her mind. She was over at his place, dressed in a pair of red stockings that were part of Joaquin's favorite outfit she'd wear for him as he had his way with her.
The craziest thing began to take shape in her mind's eye. Suddenly, she stopped feeling overwhelming pleasure because of Joaquin. The only thing keeping her on edge were thoughts of Alan. Guilt swept over her as she began fake moaning for her husband while she daydreamed of someone she was really becoming curious about. She wanted nothing more than for Joaquin to finish quickly, so she could be alone with her thoughts while he went out to train with his imp coach, Ophelia, as he always did in the morning. She clenched her legs and tightened her pussy around his cock, making him roar out in excitement and plow harder into her.
Any other day, this would leave her wholly satisfied, but the lingering thoughts of Alan had her mind in another zone entirely. Soon, Joaquin was pumping his load deep inside of her with a beastly roar. He was none the wiser and couldn't tell that she had been faking an orgasm for him. She shakily smiled up at him as he smiled back, kissed her, and proceeded to get off of her. She sat up, letting his load leak out onto their bed, promising to put the sheets in the wash after he'd left. He stretched out his hand to her, asking her to join him in the shower so they could clean up together, but she insisted he go alone. With a smile, he told her he loved her and went to wash up to get ready for his day. As soon as he was out of sight, Christina pulled out her phone, searched for Alan's contact information, tapped his name, and began typing up a text message.
Comments
Celtic Cross
How would Joaquin feel that she was faking an orgasm? I thought he could make women cum every time?
Celtic Cross
Honesty I’m not too sure about Christina having an affair, I know their in an open relationship she could have at least told him she was going to have sex with Alan
