Unspoken Pleasure

"You want me?" Tara asked, sitting up. Her feet pressed against my thighs. Her lithe little hand wrapped around my cock, holding it in position, readying to plunge me into her pussy.

This was the moment where I was supposed to stop. To step back from the precipice. It was my last chance to preserve the promises of my marriage -- admittedly already cracked, but at a point where it could still be fixed, sloppily, with super glue and hope.

You think that's how it happens. That the instant of cheating is obvious, pronounced, and you have the time and wherewithal to weigh it carefully. In truth each moment rolls on top of the next like a lightning avalanche where you see the flash in the far distance and, suddenly, you're buried in your sister-in-law's impossibly tight, indescribably wet pussy.

"Uhhhhhhhh-UGH!" Tara groaned as she engulfed me. "Slow-slow-slow. Fuck that's a lot."

Tara settled down on my dick like a three-inch ring being forced around a 3. 5-inch pole. Slow and steady. Sinking down. Panting like she was having a panic attack.

Finally, my wife's baby sister bottomed out. Looking at me wide eyed with shock, like even she couldn't believe what she'd just done. The way you'd stare at a sword if the sharp end was sticking out from your stomach.

Neither of us moved. We hung there, wondering at what we'd accomplished. Amazed at the experience of each other's body. Sure, we'd crushed on each other before, but I don't think either of us understood exactly what we'd been holding ourselves back from till that moment.

"Kate can't get excited about this?" Tara asked gesturing down at her cock-filled crevasse.

"Jesse wants to be with someone different than you?" I asked with the same incredulity.

We both laughed. Tara's pussy rippled up and down my shaft as she giggled. The pretty redhead leaned forward, careful to keep my dick inside her. Like she was playing a weird party game where she couldn't let go -- not even an inch. Clenching for cock. Bobbing for penis.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Tara kissed my lips lightly. She began to rock her hips. Grinding down on my dick with the slightest bit of motion. It wasn't enough to stimulate me. Just warm and tight. But clearly her movements made all the difference to her. She grunted, focused entirely on her own pleasure.

I reached down and found my sister-in-law's clit. Unlike what I was used to with her older sister, Tara's magic spot was easy to find. It stuck out almost swollen from between her puffy vaginal lips. Tara gently swayed against me. Her eyes crossed slightly as a little cum overcame her. She stuttered, then started again. Trying to hold back, yet clearly also convincing herself to do the opposite.

Unbidden, I thought about how I'd caught her before, thrashing under Brian's powerful thrusts. This was nothing like that. This was languid -- almost more like soaking than sex. For a moment, I wondered if Tara wanted me to take her like Brian had. If she was hoping I would completely overcome her. But my sister-in-law seemed plenty happy to perform on her own.

I rubbed Tara's clit with my thumb. Reached back with my other hand and steered her little bum. Tara was still inching back and forth, lost in her own world. Red hair tossing. Little tits jiggling. It was like watching a cam show that happened to be hosted on my dick.

"I want you," I said.

"You've got me," Tara said, a hint of confusion in her voice.

I pulled her tight to me and flipped her over, holding our connection as I slammed her back into the couch. For a moment, I caught the flash of something in her emerald eyes. The thrill and terror of doing something dangerous. But a moment later it faded back to her now-expected warm affection.

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But I was now in a position where I could do more to take charge of my own pleasure and I didn't pause. Again, the images ran through my mind. That asshole, Jesse, with his arm possessively around Tara. Brian, nailing her to the bed. But now, she was mine. That pussy was creaming on my cock. That woman was moaning from my ministrations. I licked her pointed nipples and squeezed her little ass. Drew back and then buried my cock as deep as it would go.

"Oh, fuck me, Andy," Tara said, "Give me that big dick."

Again, I couldn't miss the difference. She'd been barely capable of speech with Brian. But now she was rambling, one long nonsense monologue, egging me on like a little sex cheerleader.

"You're doing it. Fucking your wife's little sister. How does it feel?"

"So good."

"God yes," Tara said, "You have no idea how much I've wanted you. Ever since we first met. I know Kate's leaving you hard up. I want that hardness for me. In me."

"You've got it."

My sister-in-law's mouth might have been running loose, but her pussy was playing a different tune. Cinching and sighing around my dick with every thrust. I wanted Tara to cum. I wanted to see her orgasm and know that I'd created it for her. I needed it even more than my own climax

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I reached down and found her clit again. It really was a big, round nub. A literal pleasure button under my thumb like the tip of a tiny finger hidden under her folds. Tara responded immediately. Her pussy tightened like I'd knotted it shut. Her running speech devolved into a sucking gasp. Tara's hips arched. My name danced on her lips. Her whole body trembled for a moment, stiffened. Then stilled. Finally, she broke and fell back laughing, exultant and pure. A captivating cackle of joy.

For a moment, reflexive, I glanced around to see if anyone had noticed us, but everyone else was either dead asleep or far too busy fucking to pay attention to one couple on the couch.

"Fuck me," Tara said putting her hand on my cheek. It seemed I'd shrunk her vocabulary down to those two words. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

OK, so maybe she was still in cheerleader mode. But this was the kind of chant that could spark a rally. I increased my pace. Grabbed her shoulders for purchase. Our bodies slapped rhythmic on the couch.

But right as I was about to get close to something spectacular, Tara grabbed my hips and held them tight.

"Slow down, baby," she said, "Be gentle with me."

She leaned up and kissed me again, so full of passion it made me dizzy. She kept her fingers tight on my hips, holding me so hard it almost hurt. I drew back slow, savoring every centimeter of her sweet, slippery sex. "Yes, baby. Like that," Tara said, and the look in her eyes screamed love so loud I couldn't think past it.