Home wrecker

I've always had the fantasy of fucking a married man. I like the idea especially of seducing a married man. Driving him so crazy that he can't say no. I enjoy that control. I find the idea of getting caught by his wife entirely too hot to take. Especially because I could continue to fuck him in front of her and show her what a real whore can do for her husband's cock. The whole scenario gets me off hard.

But then there was him. I met him online. We had similar interests, similar tastes in music and definitely an attraction. He is tall, slender, pretty eyes, definitely my type. He said he was single. Online everyone is single. There were tells though. He was attractive, successful, smart, sweet, he cooks... oh yeah and the wedding ring on his finger. I was happy to play on Skype, tell him how much I want him, get off for him and watch him cum. All very fun things. I never thought I'd actually meet him. But there's always a first for everything, right?

So he gets into town and we decide to meet. Just for drinks and conversation. I picked a short green dress and I actually couldn't find the panties I wanted, so I instead chose to wear none. The second I saw him, I actually started to get worked up. What's wrong with me? I needed to calm down, but the longer we talked, the more infatuated I became with what it'd feel like to kiss him. I really did try to hold back. I set my feet in his lap in hopes I could create enough space between us to get back into conversation and away from my day dreams. He had barely started to touch my legs and I was already on the verge of leaving a wet spot on the seat. I love the idea of control, I love having a man do anything I want, but I was about to explode. We decided to continue our discussions while walking through the large college town. I passed a few places and thought to myself what a great place to kiss him, but I didn't say anything. It wasn't until we headed into the back of an arcade that I really couldn't stand it anymore. I had to know what his kiss tasted like. I stole s small kiss from him, but all it did was start the idea of what it'd be like to have his mouth between my legs. It's so hard to be good. He seemed fairly collected, but I was losing it. I hopped up on an arcade shooter game and spread my legs just a little. Figured that would have to get him ready to go. We were under the stairs where only a few games were located, so I figured we would be safe enough. He ran his fingers up my thigh and I practically melted. Then he got all the way up and barely touched my clit. I was already a hot, wet mess. This kind of teasing was literally going to kill me. I like being b in control. I like to tease, yet here I was, completely at his mercy. All I could hope was that he'd play nice with a slut with a thing for married men. ...