u/foggy1976

Written by Noora!

“What about you?” he managed to ask, his breath coming in shallow, rapid gasps.

“Next time,” I whispered, offering him a wicked, secret smile as I slipped out of the bed.

I pulled my robe around myself and stepped out into the hallway, my heart hammering against my ribs. I still couldn't believe he had actually come to the party. When his car broke down, and my husband insisted he stay the night in our guest room, it felt like a twist of absolute fate.

Nobody knew this, but I had harbored a massive crush on him for years. Back when he was my boss, I could barely concentrate on a single word he said whenever I sat in his office. I noticed every little change, like a new pair of glasses, a different watch, or sharp new shoes. Everything about him was always utterly spot-on. He had the most perfect haircut, arms sculpted with just the right amount of muscle, and a naturally warm, funny charm. On top of that, it was impossible not to respect how devoted he was as a husband and a father. Those little details were the highlights of my workdays, the sole reason I used to look forward to the office so much, and the drive behind why I quietly tried to learn everything about his interests.

But what had just happened in that guest room was far beyond my wildest fantasies. It was the most electric, intoxicating sensation I had felt in a very long time. The rush of butterflies, the sudden heat, the raw passion; it felt as though we fit together perfectly, and weirdly enough, it felt entirely right.

I leaned against the wall for a moment, still reeling from the shock that he was actually here, and that he had just ruined my robe, leaving me covered in his warmth. A shiver ran through me. I wondered if I would ever manage to get him completely alone like this again.

Walking back to my own bedroom, I was still trembling, flushed with excitement and completely aroused. I stepped inside and saw my husband fast asleep on his side of the bed. I was so incredibly hot and restless that I knew exactly what I needed to do.

Dropping my robe, I climbed into bed and softly called his name.

He stirred sleepily, letting out a faint whimper. “Mmm? You okay?”

“Remember the last fantasy you shared with me?” I whispered close to his ear.

His eyes flew open in the dark. I smiled. “It's time to wake up, baby.”

Pulling the blanket away, I could see he was already hard, but I didn't climb on top of him just yet. Instead, I lay down on my side facing him, pulling him into a deep, lingering kiss. I took his right hand and guided it down beneath my underwear. The moment he felt how slick and soaked I already was, he grew even harder.

Eagerly, he leaned in to kiss and suck on my nipples, but I gently pulled back, holding his gaze. “Softer,” I commanded softly.

He shifted rhythms, using his finger to gently massage my clit. At the same time, I wrapped my palm around his length, stroking him up and down. His fingers were wet with my own arousal, tracing the perfect spot at the perfect pace. I let out a low moan, quickening the motion of my hand while pressing close to lick his lips, moving down to nibble on his neck right where I knew he loved it.

The climax was rushing toward me like a wave. Before it could take me, I pulled his hand away from my thighs, let go of his cock, and straddled him.

He looked utterly helpless, his eyes shut tight and his head thrown back in pure ecstasy. I lowered my upper body until my nipples were just barely brushing against his chest, sliding forward and backward to let him feel the friction. Then I leaned lower, sliding his cock right up between my breasts.

He groaned aloud. Moving back up, I finally lined myself up and sank the head of his cock inside my pussy, mirroring exactly what his fingers had teased out moments before. I rocked against him, surrendering to the feeling of my breasts stroking his chest while his cock remained heavy right at my entrance.

He gripped my ass with both hands, lifting his hips to drive himself completely inside me. We moved together, matching each other stroke for stroke, up and down, until the tension snapped and we both came together in a breathless rush.

. . . . . .

“What got into you?” he panted, trying to catch his breath as the dust settled. “Not that I'm complaining at all.”

I smiled in the darkness, feeling completely satisfied. “I don't know… I just woke up to get a glass of water and got hit with a sudden wave of horniness on the way back.”

“Well,” he chuckled, leaning over to kiss my forehead, “you should get up for a drink more often.”

I smiled to myself, slipped out of bed, and headed toward the shower, feeling thoroughly pleased with how perfectly the night had turned out.

Noora had been my employee for several years, but after I left the company, our relationship fizzled down to just the occasional exchange of memes and inside jokes. So, I was pretty surprised when she sent me an invitation to a family celebration. I almost didn't go because she lived out in a pretty isolated, rural area, and I wasn't sure I felt like making the long drive.

But I decided to go anyway.

Noora is a deeply religious woman who always dresses incredibly modestly. Still, if you pay attention, you can always catch glimpses of a fiery, vixen-like temper hiding beneath those conservative clothes.

The party itself was great. I reconnected with some old coworkers, met some new ones, and had a solid time. The trouble started when I went out to my car to head home. It wouldn't start. Being stuck out in the middle of nowhere with a broken-down car was a nightmare, and I had no idea what to do.

Thankfully, Noora's husband was an absolute lifesaver. He insisted that I stay the night in their guest room and just call a tow truck in the morning. He was incredibly hospitable; M brought us both beers, and the two of us sat out in the garden for a while, drinking and talking about football.

Exhausted from the day, I eventually headed to the guest room and fell asleep almost the second my head hit the pillow.

A few hours later, I woke up with a start. I felt a gentle hand caressing my face. My eyes adjusted to the dark, and I realized it was Norra.

Before I could speak, she placed a finger to her lips, shushing me, and slid into the bed beside me.

"What... why? How?" I whispered, my mind racing.

She didn't answer. Instead, she turned her back to me and pressed herself back, rubbing her ass directly against my crotch. Naturally, it didn't take long for me to get rock hard. She reached down, grabbed my hand, and guided it up to her chest. Honestly, under those baggy clothes she always wore, I had no clue her tits were so incredibly soft and full.

At that point, logic went out the window. I stopped thinking about the risks and just surrendered to the surreal magic of the moment.

I reached around her, pinching her nipples gently while burying my face in her neck, kissing her skin. She let out a soft, involuntary moan.

"We have to be quiet," I whispered in her ear.

I began to grind my hard length against the curve of her ass. Her body was incredible, firm yet so soft to the touch. I slipped my hand down between her legs, fingering her through her panties and lightly teasing her clit. Slipping the fabric of her underwear to the side, I guided myself toward her heat, trying to slide inside.

"No," she breathed out, catching herself. "My pussy is only for my husband."

I didn't argue. I just kept up the rhythm with my fingers, while leaning over to take one of her nipples into my mouth. The sensation must have pushed her over the edge, because she suddenly rolled me onto my back and climbed on top. Still wearing her underwear, she began to ride me, grinding her pelvis against mine. I grabbed her heavy breasts, licking, sucking, and playfully biting her nipples. She was so thrilled and breathless that I couldn't even tell if she had hit her climax yet.

"I want you inside me, but I can't," she whimpered, the internal conflict tearing at her.

It felt like a total flashback to my college days. "Let me just put the tip in," I whispered.

She hesitated, then finally pulled her underwear completely off. She lowered herself just enough to press her wet heat against the very tip of my cock. It was a torturous mix of pure ecstasy and intense frustration. She kept rubbing herself against the head of my cock, driving me wild.

"I can't take it anymore," I gasped.

Hearing that, she slid down my body and took me into her mouth. It was an enthusiastic, sloppy, absolutely top-class blowjob. Within seconds, the friction and the warmth had me right on the edge.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned her.

"Wait," she whispered.

She pulled off me, sat up, and pressed her breasts together, trapping my cock between them. It only took a few more seconds of sliding between her soft, delicious tits before I completely blew my load all over her chest.

As we both lay there trying to catch our breath, I looked up at her. "What about you?" I asked.

She looked down at me, gave me a wicked, vixen-like wink, and whispered, "Next time."