“Let’s do it,” I smirked.
Sarah grinned like a maniac at my words, then let out a playful giggle as I reached down and wrapped my fingers around her thighs, just under her knees. Sarah took my lead as I lifted her legs, sliding herself down on the couch so that her back was now on the cushion. When her legs were against her chest and her knees nearly around her ears, she wrapped her arms around her thighs to keep her legs spread and her vagina open to me. I stood back and admired her for a few moments, absenting stroking my dick. The blonde fitness instructor was obviously flexible, showing not a hint of pain or discomfort in being folded almost double at the waist. She just bore into me with her lust-filled eyes and licked her lips when she dropped her gaze to my erection. I was ready for her, and she was more than ready for me.
The height of the couch was difficult to work with, but after only a few seconds, I had adjusted myself into a comfortable crouch so I could enter her. I slid into her easily, and I heard her loud moan as I hilted myself deep inside her. Sarah’s head rolled back, and her mewls of pleasure increased in volume and quantity as I slowly dragged my dick out of her tight pussy before sliding back in painstakingly slow. After the dozenth time, I felt her pussy flutter around my dick, and she let out a gasp of pleasure. Her thighs trembled and her toes curled as I felt her vagina tighten around me. She was so tight I couldn’t pull out of her.
“More,” Sarah panted. “I need more.”
“What’s the magic word?” I winked, slowly withdrawing my dick from her slick tunnel.
“Fucking now,” she groaned in frustration. “Fu—.”
I cut her off by slamming myself into her again. I leaned over the sexy blonde and placed an arm either side of her body, holding her legs to her chest with my arms. Sarah let go of her own thighs and chose to wrap her fingers around my biceps. Then I started pounding the gym manager.
The noises Sarah made almost sounded like she was being brutally murdered, and I worried for a moment that her neighbours might call the cops. But I guessed if they could hear the distinct slapping of naked bodies and her screams of pleasure, they could probably hear her cursing like a sailor, telling me to fuck her like a dirty whore.
And fuck her like a dirty whore I did.
I didn’t bother toying with other positions as I got my second helping of cardio today. I just kept pounding her into the couch like an animal. The couch creaked and slid across the floor as I relentlessly fucked the gorgeous blonde and I had to place one foot on the cushion beside Sarah to avoid accidentally tipping the couch over with the force of our rutting. But this just gave me even more leverage to plough her cunt. And plough away I did.
I hadn’t really been keeping track of time, but I’d estimated we’d been at it for a solid twenty minutes by now. I was no three-pump chump and I enjoyed taking my time with women. But I had been going at Sarah quite hard since the start, and I didn’t feel like I was any closer to my second orgasm than I was when I started. Usually I’d have had to slow down and switch it up by now. Sarah had hardly stopped her cursing and moans of pleasure, but after what must have been her eighth or ninth orgasm, she went limp. A stupid, satisfied grin plastered to her pretty face as I continued to plunge her vagina like a butter-churn.
I was growing frustrated once more and thought about just stopping. Did guys fake orgasms too? Could I even sell that lie? We were fucking bare-back and I’m sure she’d realise I hadn’t climaxed when my cum wasn’t leaking out of her. But I just didn’t see any way out of it. My muscles were starting to cramp, and I doubted Sarah had much left in her. As it was, I didn’t know if she was going to be able to walk for a few days after this.
Then I decided to go for it. I decided to test a theory. Let’s try three for three.
I thought about Erica in my room last night. Emily curled up beside me in my bed. Mel sitting by the pooling in her bikini. And Amanda as she climbed onto my lap and our tongues danced.
I grabbed a fistful of Sarah’s hair and leaned over her body, pressing her face into the crook of my neck. I closed my eyes and let the images of my sisters roll through my mind. The sound of their voices, the feel of their skin and the scent of their shampoo. Each as intoxicating as the other. I felt it now.
I let out an almighty groan of pleasure as my climax hit me like a freight coming off its rails. It was spectacular and horrendous at the same time. I held onto the images of my siblings as I slammed into Sarah and dumped a massive load into her. My climax must have triggered something in the blonde woman, because she let out another scream of pleasure as I filled her womb to near bursting.
We lay in the same position for what must have been ten minutes at least. My dick was still hard, but he felt drained. Sarah and I panted heavily as we caught our breath and slowed our racing hearts. Both of us were covered in sweat and our hair was matted and spread across our naked skin. We looked like a hot mess. But damn did we look satisfied.
“Holy shit,” Sarah said as I slipped out of her and collapsed on the couch beside her.
“Yeah,” I said, still breathing heavily.
“I think I need to call in sick,” Sarah added, sitting up and stretching her muscles. “I’m not going to be walking right for a few days.”
“Sorry,” I chuckled. More than a little proud of myself.
“I’ll take a few days off if it means getting fucked like that again,” she laughed. “I have no idea what got into you near the end.”
“Pent up frustration,” I shrugged.
“Well. I’ll be happy to help you release it when I can,” she smiled.
“When you can?” I asked, a little curious as to her choice of words.
“Yeah,” Sarah sighed, collapsing back and nestling into me again. “I should probably tell you that I’m not exactly single.”
“You have a boyfriend?” I asked. Not surprised, as she was a super-babe and could pull any guy. Just a little put-off by her cheating on someone with me.
“No,” she shook her head. “I’m married. But we are kind of separated.”
“Kind of?” I asked.
“Well. I told him I wanted a break. He said we’d talk about it when he got back from his business trip,” she explained.
“I see,” I replied, a little shocked by the news.
“I really am sorry. I wanted to tell you, but I was worried you’d turn me down, and I really needed this,” Sarah said softly. “Our sex life has been lacking a lot lately and I just thought if I got it out of my system then maybe we could sort it out.”
“Do you still think that?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Sarah sighed. “Do you hate me?”
I thought about her dilemma for a few moments. On one hand, she was cheating on her husband—which was a shitty thing to do. But it seemed like there were issues in their marriage that he needed to see to also. If all she needed was a good fuck a few times a week, surely her husband could fulfill that need for her. She was a young, healthy woman after all. Not to mention insanely attractive. She had gone about it the wrong way, but I couldn’t bring myself to dislike her, let-alone hate her. Plus, I did get to have some great sex.
“Nah,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “Not at all.”
“Thanks, Nick,” she giggled. “I was hoping you’d understand.”
“I don’t agree with your choices,” I added. “But I’ll respect your decision to make them and I’ll keep your secret.”
“Thank you for being so understanding,” she grinned and kissed me on the cheek. “Want me to suck you off as a thank you?”
“I’m good thanks,” I chuckled. “I don’t think he could take much more right now.”
“That’s fair,” she smiled. “Maybe we can do this again? If that’s okay with you.”
I thought about the consequences of continuing to sleep with a married woman. We’d already done the deed, but I had been in the dark about her relationship. I could easily play the ‘plausible deniability’ card if ever confronted with an angry husband. But if I continued to sleep with Sarah, it would be with the full knowledge that I was fucking the shit out of someone else’s wife. The thought of someone I was married to fucking another man made me angry as all hell. But then again, I’d be fucking her if she needed it. I knew I was just trying to justify my actions and make myself okay with banging a married woman. I needed an outlet from all the sexual tension that built up daily around the house. There was always Jen. But I genuinely liked Sarah much more than the stuck-up goth princess.
“Let’s just play it by ear for now,” I replied. “I need to have a think about everything you’ve told me.”
“I understand,” she smiled. “Thank you, Nick.”
Despite my words of non-commitment. We made out on the couch for another ten minutes before we finally made it to the shower. Sarah was able to walk, although she was a little wobbly on her feet. We set about washing one-another and spent more time making out under the hot spray of water before we were finally dried, dressed, and finally able to keep our hands to ourselves. She was married. But I just kept telling myself that if he didn’t want to fuck her, I would.
“Do you need a ride home?” Sarah asked, drying her hair with a thick blue towel.
“That would be great,” I replied. “I’m more than a little tired.”
“I bet,” she winked. “A ride home is the least I can do for you.”
Ten minutes later I was giving Sarah a quick kiss goodbye before turning to the front door. It was still morning and I wondered which of my sisters were awake. Surely Amanda would be up and about, Emily too. I hadn’t really patched things up with either of them, so this could turn into a very awkward morning. Maybe I could sneak around the back and up to my flat without seeing anyone. Anyone who was already up probably thought I was still in bed anyway. Unless one of them had come to check on me. It wouldn’t be out of character for Emily to come up early to see me, but after last night I highly doubted my brunette sister wanted to see me, let alone talk to me. I really needed to patch things up with her. I hated myself for the look on her face when she ran off last night.
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