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Cheating Wife Punished by Horny Ex

beautiful wife in a sexy red dressAs I walked into the ballroom I unfastened my long dark coat, giving it to the man waiting at the entrance. Suddenly I became aware of my hands; of the way that my left hand was exposed. My ring was exposed and I felt an urge to remove it. I quickly slid it into my clutch bag and advanced; I was now theoretically single. I have never viewed myself as a cheating wife material but my marriage like many today was on the rocks. The ring meant little, so why have it? After all, Christmas was fast approaching and we had resolved to end everything before then. My marriage to Steve was no more than a starter marriage.

As I adjusted to the environment, I felt some deep self-consciousness taking over my spirit; never had I felt this free since I tied the knot. I picked up some chilled wine and as I turned around I saw a mirror right in front of me. I gasped at my silky blonde hair styled into free waves, full red lips, painted to coordinate the red outfit that outlined every curve. I almost looked away from the mirror when my eyes caught those of the man a few steps behind me. He was well built about 6 feet tall and had a lazy sexy gaze; just perfect for a night out. I took a closer look and he looked familiar. He noticed I was staring and he started approaching in slow sure steps.

“Nat, I see the tides have been calmer on your end” he said looking at my shouting cleavage. His voice took me down the memory lane, reminding me of my first love. I had dated David in high school, college and during my first career years; his uniquely designed suit reminded me of why I had fallen for him in the first place. In all my 32 years, I thought I had outgrown the effect he had on me. Past ghosts had come to haunt me indeed.

Evil gaze digs deep

If my memory served me right, I knew David hated being denied some. Though sex to us had never been an issue, we had both felt the gulf between us widen though our physical intimacy intact. This continued until I told him it was over, that I was not ready to get contained, that I couldn’t be tied down. When an opportunity came for photographers in our company to be transferred to a different city, I had gladly taken it up and had left without a goodbye. His crystal blue eyes had a way of melting me down though I pressed my lips firmly and gave him a defiant gaze but all these did nothing to reduce the intensity of his gaze.

I felt like I was being slowly undressed; the eleven years we hadn’t seen each other had done nothing to the level of desire I felt for him. Out of the blue his hands grabbed me in a bear hug that more or less was a warning not to cause a scene. “What brings you here?’ he continued unperturbed by the fact that I hadn’t answered his first query. He took my left hand and led me towards the stairs with a smug smile on his face. “I am taking Mrs. Stevenson to see some of the arts before the auction commences,” he mouthed to one of the men as we entered the auction hall at the top of the stairs.

Unwrapping the Christmas present

“You are not angry at me?” I finally found my voice. “It occurs to me that I just might be, but you know what? You look like a Christmas present that I’d be damned not to unwrap.” His lips hovered just above mine and I felt my insides curl in on myself retreating like they had been touched by fire. I couldn’t do this, my mind screamed, but my body seemed to have a mind of its own. “So you know I am married?” I asked, feeling at my wits end. “Yes I know Nat, it’s a small town. You should have moved farther away if you hadn’t meant for me to find you” he said as he closed the door behind us and placed his lips on mine. I kissed back and clung to him, pulling him as tightly as I could against myself, fearful that this moment, more so this man might disappear.

He made small circling motions on the tip of my already hard nipples, and I resigned to fate. He lifted up my snug dress and found the already moist center and while teasing it, he unzipped my dress. He drew one of the nipples into his mouth and the aching consumed me with a need that could only be quenched by the movement of his body inside mine.

I reached under his shirt and began exploring his abs. His breathing was becoming rugged. I knew he was close to losing it just as I was. Being a cheating wife wasn't that bad after all.

One last time

David stepped back from me, his legs spread, and the outline of his stimulated cock evident through his dark pants. “Nat, I deserved a goodbye. I deserved one last time with you,” he drawled as he got hold of my zipper. I had loved his spontaneity. With David, we had had sex just anywhere. I was shaking. My hands were aching to touch him while my body yearned to surrender to him. I felt hollow, almost terrifyingly, with the need to be possessed by him. I made a quick work of his clothes, replicating actions I had done when we used to be an item.

I straddled his lap when he took the nearest seat, and kissed him deeply as I pressed my breasts against him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and while it cupped my rear, the other swept my panties to the side. I shifted my position and allowed him to slide his length deep inside me. Keeping himself buried inside me, he reversed our positions and continued thrusting as deep as he would get. I arched against him and gasped sounds he captured with his mouth as we allowed ourselves to get lost in each other. I saw him grit his teeth as he thrust one last time, grinding against the pack of nerves at the peak of my thighs, holding position till I felt myself tighten around him while we both got our release. As we lay there gasping for breath, it was difficult to imagine that I had lost this man and opted for a marriage of convenience.However,the stolen fruit is the sweetest, the sensation was incredible from a cheating wife perspective

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