J Watson - Eager beaver housewife

"I have to tell him," she said.

"Why?" Stuart asked.

"I feel so damn guilty," Janet said. "It's not fair to him. I've done a terrible thing and I want to make it right."

"What will you do?" Stuart asked. "Will you make him a solemn promise that it won't happen anymore?"

"Yes, of course," she said.

"But that won't be true, will it? You will do it again. You'll do it because you enjoyed it so much the first time. You can't deny that. You really loved it. You were like a wild woman!"

She stared at him miserably. She didn't want to admit that she had loved it so much, but she had. She still throbbed with excitement at the thought of it. Stuart was looking at her body and she blushed slightly.

"I have to leave now," she said.

She actually got up to leave. Stuart came to her quickly and put his hands on her shoulders. His hands were so strong, and it was like a electric current went through her. He drew her close and she didn't struggle.

"Please don't," she begged.

"You don't really want me to stop," he said. "You don't want me to quit. You love it baby. I know the kind of woman you are?"

He kissed her and his mouth was hot. She started struggling but it was very weak and she was easily pushed over to the couch where he sat down beside her. He kept his arm around her as he kissed her again.

She was beginning to feel even dirtier as he pulled her closer to him and he was kissing her all over the face. She was trying to control herself but it was hard. Stuart turned her on her body was already responding to him.

"That's right, baby," Stuart said. "You relax."

He got up and she saw him making her a drink. This time she didn't protest as he brought the drink back. He started sipping it, and he made a face.

"Nice and strong," he said. "It'll help you relax."

"I have to go see my husband," she said.

"You can't," Stuart said. "Not yet. He has a client. Besides, I don't want you to go yet!"

Stuart gave her the drink. She knew she was lost as she took the first sip. She couldn't control herself around Stuart. She wanted to be a good girl, but she couldn't control her animal desires.

"Drink up," Stuart said.

She finished off the drink in a few moments and it buried all the way down. It made her feel shiverish all over. She didn't protest as he put his arms around her.

"You shouldn't tell your husband everything," he said. "You could have a lot more fun that way. You should just relax and let things happen!"

She put down the drink glass. Stuart was kissing her face again. His tongue was wet, almost sloppy. He moved it over her face and down to neck. He bit her neck gently. She put her thighs together as she kept feeling the quick tingles of pleasure.

Stuart moved his hands up her body. His fingers gently stroked her neck and then down to her tits. His fingers brushed against her already swollen nipples.

"You feel real good, baby," he said. "Your tits feel good. I love feeling you up."

She knew it was too late for her. She didn't have to worry about telling her husband any longer. She couldn't confess to her husband that she had suffered a moment of weakness when it had happened twice. And she knew it was going to happen again.

His hands moved all over her body. He slipped his hands behind her and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. She didn't try to stop him as he pulled the blouse away. Her tits were encased in a plain white bra, but there was plenty of creamy tit-flesh almost spilling out.

"Nice, baby," he said. "Really nice!"

He reached behind her again. In a moment he had unhooked her bra and pulled it away. Her tits were freed. Her nipples grew harder. She shivered a little.

"Let me kiss your tits," he said. "Let, me taste those sweet fucking tits!"

His hungry mouth moved down her body. He gently licked one of the swollen nipples. He opened his mouth and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He gently scraped his teeth across her nipples.

"That feels so nice," she moaned. "Oh, I know it's wrong – but it feels so nice!"

Stuart took her hand and pressed her fingers against his cock. His prick was already hot and throbbing. She could feel it pushing against her fingers. She moved her fingers up and down the length of his cock.

"That's good, baby," he said.

She moved her fingertips up to his zipper. Her heart was pounding as she pulled down the zipper. She slid her hand inside and she found he wasn't wearing shorts. She encircled his prickflesh and started moving her hand up and down. His prick was sticky with some of his dripping cum.

She carefully eased his prick out of his trousers. Her hand started moving her hand up and down. She slipped her fingers down to his balls and started stroking them. They were so filled with cum.

"Let me take my trousers off," he said.

He got up and he undid his belt buckle. He pulled down his trousers and then his shorts. His fat prick was thick and long and it looked even bigger than she remembered it.

"Let me see how much you like my prick," he told her. "Come on baby, show me!"

She understood what he wanted as he put his hands behind her head. She had never done anything like that for her husband, and she wasn't sure she wanted to do it for Stuart. Yet, again she knew she couldn't refuse.

Stuart had his hands in her hair and he gently tugged her toward his prick.

It was exactly as it had been before. She moved her head down and she could smell his strong cockmeat. She gently pressed her lips against the head of his cock. This time it wasn't as frightening as it had been, but it was still exciting. She felt as if she were really doing something degrading. Her body burned as she gently pressed her lips against the head of his cock.

She opened her mouth and she took his cockhead between her lips. She started moving her tongue back and forth over his cockhead. She closed her lips around his cockhead. She opened her mouth a little more and she started moving her lips down the length of his bock. She was scared – but this time she wanted to suck his prick.

"That's the fucking way," Stuart groaned. "Take it all, bitch. Take it fucking all!"

She kept sucking until his fat prick was at the back of her throat. She closed her lips tightly around his prick. She was choking but she loved it. She loved the tingling sensations going through her body. She opened her mouth wider and she somehow took more of his cock. She let her teeth scrape gently against his prick as she drew her head back.

"Oh yes," she groaned. "That's fucking good!"

She moved her fingertips up to play with his balls. She began teasing his balls with her fingertips. His hand was in her hair. He held her tightly and started guiding her head in the movements he wanted her to make.

"Take it deep, baby," he said. "I like it deep!"

Her mouth clung to his prick tightly and she started bobbing her head a little faster. She didn't know why she was loving it so much this time. She only knew that she was wondering why she had waited so long. She was loving sucking his cock. She let her teeth scrape against his prick every time she moved her head.

"Deep, baby," Stuart kept saying. "Fucking deep!"

She was relaxing a little more as she sucked his cock. She relaxed enough to take his prick into the deepest part of her throat. She took his prick deep enough so that his balls slapped against her chin. Some of his cum was leaking out of the sides of her mouth and wetting her chin. She kept sucking hard.

"That's enough, baby." Stuart groaned. "I'm not ready yet. That's fucking enough!"

He put his hands in her hair and he had to physically force her to raise her head. Finally she came away from his cock and she was still licking her lips.

"Take it all off," he told hat.