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I was stepping over the line
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I knew I was stepping over the line. I had gone out for a drink after work with some people from the office, but after an hour only Michael and I , a younger, black guy from my office, were left.
"One more?" he asked me. I knew I should say no and get home to my husband and two sons, but I wanted to stay.
I liked being with this handsome man, probably twenty years my junior.
"Oh, I don't know," I replied, "I better not."
"Just one more quick one and I can drive you home," Michael said.
I agreed and we ordered another round. Our talk turned personal and Michael told me he was attracted to me which fed my ego. I suddenly imaged making love with him, then thought "what the hell am I doing. I'm married and have two kids". I tried to shake the thought from my mind.
"We better get going," I said, in an attempt to put my lustful thoughts to rest. Michael agreed and we left the bar. His car was parked in a large garage down the street. As we walked, Michael took my hand. I was shocked, but did not let go.
I liked the feeling and realized I was becoming turned on.
As they reached the car Michael opened the door for me to get in. Impulsively, I turned and kissed him passionately on the lips. Michael returned the passion and soon our hands were all over each other. My mind raced as we kissed and probed with our tongues. I hadn't had another man feel my body in awhile and my pussy was now aching with anticipation. "What am I doing?" I thought. "This is crazy!" But I didn't stop.
Michael opened the back door of his car and pulled me inside. Now we were at a fever's pitch. I pulled my skirt up around my waist and Michael undid his belt and fly, pulling out his rock hard cock. I straddled him, pulling my panties to one side as his thick shaft slide deep inside my wet pussy. I rode him as though I had never been fucked before and soon reached a shattering orgasm. The excitement was too much for Michael and with a huge groan, he shot a massive cum load deep inside me.
After regaining our composure, I slid off Michael's cock and felt his cum gush out of me. He laughed as he realized his pants were now covered in his own juice.
"Oh, look at what I've done to your pants," I said as I raised up off of him. Michael told me not to worry. It was worth a dry cleaning bill.
Michael drove me home and kissed me as I left the vehicle. He said "this wouldn't be the last time." As I walked toward
the door, I looked over my shoulder I said "not by a long shot we're just getting started !"
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Posted on : Sep 23, 2016
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Commented on Oct 19, 2021
its not nasty.. its irresistable.. ! ive acted just like you!
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Commented on Sep 26, 2016
Nasty
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