EROTICA: Fucking The Bar Whore

I watched her straddle me, sweat dripping down her neck and settling between her naked breasts. I put my hands around her waist, bringing it down to her folded thigh as she rocked against my cock.

Curiously, I watched her throw her head back in bliss and wondered, ‘how is it possible she is having so much fun when I do not feel an ounce of attraction for her’?

We had been married for nearly two years now. In the beginning, sex had been hot, steamy and fantastic. We were hardly ever alone together and able to keep our clothes on. My head spent a lot of time between her legs and her lips were almost always wrapped around my cock. It was bliss. It had not been that way for a long time now.

I brought my eyes up to her face again. She was panting now, grinding back and forth against me as she was building towards her orgasm. I held on tighter to her, gave what I hoped was believable groan and pushed my hips upwards so my cock hit deeper in her cunt. She stilled and tightened her pussy around me, in the assumption that I was cumming.

After a few seconds, she climbed off me and came to lie beside me. I held her in my arms. Will sex with her always be like this from now on?

It was almost past 10pm. She had been asleep for a couple of hours now. I got out of the bed, intending to step out of our apartment for a smoke and get some air. At the last minute, I decided to head to a nearby bar.

I had been there for about ten minutes when she came to sit by me. She was pretty, but not gorgeous. Frankly, I did not think she was hotter by my wife, but from the way she talked to me and tried to urge me to get into the conversation, she was available. She wanted to know why I was looking so down. Then she wanted me to open up about my girl. I noticed as her hand slide down my arms and felt my dick twitch in reaction. I still had not climaxed.

She told me she lived close by too and had noticed me a couple of times within the estate. She said she had been trying to catch my attention but I never seemed to be interested. That was probably true. Since I met my wife, I had never had any reason to seek pleasure outside of what she offered, until now.

Her hands were now on  my thighs. She whispered to me, asking me to come home with her. I nodded.

She talked, a lot, as she walked around her bedroom. She was one heck of a chatterer. I hated that. I hated that she was trying to use words to cover up the tension in the air, mostly sexual tension, I thought.

I stood up from her bed where I was sitting and grasped her hand. Soon we were kissing. Considering how much she rubbed me off the wrong way, the kiss was steamy and erotic. I had not felt that way in a while. My pelvis was grinding her, my hardness poking at her tummy.

In a rush, we both undressed each other. I lifted her by the waist and laid her on the bed. She was sexy simply she because she was new. I moved my hungry lips from her mouth down her neck. I took one of her breasts in my mouth and she moaned. Hearing her make those sexy sounds made me even harder. Knowing I was doing this to her was doing things to me.

My hard dick was hungry for a release. When I was ready, I moved my tip at her entrance and slowly made my way in. God, what bliss.

I was groaning now as I was thrusting in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around me, wanting more. I gave it to her and she was making sounds so primal and animalistic that I knew I would not be able to hold on any longer. In and out I thrust, fucking that cunt until she was getting out of her mind. I felt the familiar tightening in my balls as I plunged into her and found my release. I spilled in her the seed meant for my wife.

She was still asleep when I returned home. After a quick shower to cleanse my sins, I laid down beside her. Automatically, she tossed and moved to settle in my arms. I held her tight.

I loved this woman.

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