Forbidden Seduction Ch. 02

Here comes chapter 2 of my favorite story. For all those who liked chapter 1, thank you for your support. I've tried to correct the criticism regarding the grammar and hope part 2 is more readable now.

Enjoy reading.

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POV Sabrina

With my heart pounding, I leave the car and slowly walk from the carport to our house. In the calm of the approaching night, I hear the clicking of my high heels, which is even more noticeable on the dark stone floor. After a few meters, I reached our house. With trembling hands, I open the front door and step into the spacious hallway. From the living room, I can hear the TV and know my husband is probably back with football fever. After taking off my shoes, I gently step into the large living room, at the end of which is a gray sofa on which my husband, lost in thought, looks at the television without registering me.

"Hey darling," I say when I'm only a few meters away from him.

"I wonder if he notices that I have dressed up a bit more today... maybe he even notices his wife enjoyed the dance and the attention of a much younger man... Sabrina, stay calm, nothing happened today. "In my head, the thoughts roll over.

"Hi," he says curtly without looking up.

A little offended and still lost in my thoughts, I sit down next to my husband, who finally looks up at me when he feels my presence.

"That went smoothly with your dancing; how is John? Has he had enough already?" He says with a short laugh before returning to the current League game. When I heard his words, I realized how angry I was because of them.

"Why do you think John wouldn't have fun dancing with me?" I ask with a huff.

"Oh, Sabrina, don't be like that right now. You could be his mother. You understand, and he's a young man. As a young man, you have other things on your mind," he says and tries to calm me down, but instead, it hurts me to hear that I am old and a young man might not be interested in me.

"So you say I'm old, and John doesn't feel like me?" I growl, get up, and stand before him with my arms crossed, being in his field of vision.

"Oh no, don't make such a drama... you know what I mean... and can you please walk away from the TV," he says, annoyed.

"Okay... I'm going to take a shower," I say in a huff and quickly leave the living room without another look at my uncomprehending husband.

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A few moments later, in the shower

I feel the wonderfully warm water flow over my body, and I slowly relax a little. The conversation with my husband is still on my mind.

"Am I already that old and unattractive?" I quietly ask myself, looking down at my shiny body from the water. My big, round breasts immediately fall on me; despite their size, they only hang down slightly but otherwise proudly protrude from my well-trained body. I slowly let my right hand run over my slim stomach, which is in good shape thanks to a lot of exercise and good nutrition. I enjoy my tender fingers touching my heated skin. I slowly let my hand slide higher until I felt one of my full breasts. I grip the flesh of my right breast tightly, which instantly sends a slight shiver of pleasure through my body.

"John would like that; the young men dream of such breasts." I hear a faint, devilish voice in my head, and involuntarily, I start to touch my already stiff, thick nipple. Another shiver of pleasure runs through me when I start playing with my sensitive nipple. My body, still agitated by the dance class, gives in to my shallow touches while I let my thoughts wander.

"What am I doing here? Why am I so excited?" asks a part of me as I unconsciously pamper the neglected left breast with my other hand.

"Ahhhhhh," escapes a slight moan from me as one shower of pleasure after the other runs through my aroused body.

"John likes you; didn't you feel his touch and his hard penis that pressed against your phenomenal body" Again, my growing devilish voice reports in me, and immediately I have to think of the hard penis that pressed against my body. As if by itself, my right-hand slides from my chest over my wet body until I reach the throbbing goal between my legs.

"Ahhhhhh god," I exclaim loudly as I stroke my hairless pussy and touch my protruding clit. Immediately I feel the heat emanating from the middle of my body, and I start to rub my clit quickly by myself.

"Oh, why does that feel so good? I can't get so excited from dancing with my son's best friend" The embarrassed thoughts in my head got weaker and weaker as I rubbed my clit faster and faster, and my reason was pushed further and further into the background. Suddenly, everything feels so right: the closeness to the attractive young man who desires me, the loving touch, and the attention I get.

"Ohhhhh damn," I moan loudly again when I finally push two fingers into the moist depth of my tight pussy, and a new shiver of pleasure takes hold of my trembling body.

"What if John would be here? Could we continue our dance together here in the shower without clothes? What if it wasn't my fingers that pamper me? How would be the feel of his hard, potent young cock?" says my inner devil to me and unintentionally brings me to a new level of excitement when I imagine how John takes me unprotected with his big hard cock, me the mother of his best friend.

"Fuck.... fuck.... ah..... yes...... oh John.... yes, take me," I moan into the roar of the shower while I finger myself more and more intensely and slowly, but indeed I feel an enormous orgasm approaching.

"He will give you what no one can give you.... he will give you love.... he will give you attention... he will give you orgasms.... Sabrina, let you go... maybe this potent young man will give you another child," whispers the soft, devilish voice in me while I plow through my pussy like a wild one and press my hard nipple so hard that it almost hurts.

"Damn, I am coming.... don't get pregnant, just don't.... ah God, John, make me happy... ah," I suddenly shout out loud as I am shaken by an enormously violent orgasm and sink to the ground with trembling knees while the warm water is still pattering down on my body. Breathing heavily, I sit for a few seconds while the orgasm slowly subsides. My guilty conscience breaks over me, and I suddenly feel tears in my eyes.

"What's wrong with me?" I ask myself, sobbing and crossing my arms in front of my face while the warm water is still pattering down on me and hot tears of guilt pour into my hands.

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The next morning

The following day, I woke up from a dreamless sleep. I feel as if I've been bummed up, like I've been drinking all night. Still tired, I look at myself in the bedroom, which is bathed in a beautiful light by the rising sun. Suddenly, I realized again what happened yesterday and what I did in the shower. Immediately, I notice the hotness of my face, and my guilty conscience catches up with me.

"Good morning," I hear my husband's voice as he appears at the bedroom door, fully dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans for work.

"Good morning," I say quietly, trying not to look at him directly because I am so ashamed now.

"Are you still feeling upset?" he asks, sitting beside me on the bed.

"No," I answer briefly.

"Hey darling, you have to realize that you are no longer 18, but for me, you are still a good-looking woman for your age," he says gently and kisses me before he gets up.

"I have to go to work now. See you tonight," he adds, standing before the bed.

"Have fun at work," I say without reacting to his previous sentence. With one last questioning look in my direction, he leaves the bedroom. I hear him leave the house and close the door a few moments later. I'm still in bed, lost in thought, while his words run through my head.

"Am I really that old at 39?" I ask myself thoughtfully.

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A few hours later, in the city center

"What am I doing here?" It goes through my head while I look at several skirts, whereby a green provocative skirt with a side slit catches my eye, which I take a closer look at.

"Can I help you?" I hear a friendly voice behind me.

When I turned around, I saw a woman with long blonde hair eyeing me conspicuously. She seemed a few years older than me and had striking makeup, red lips, and strongly accentuated eyelashes. Particularly noticeable is her large neckline, which allows a good view of her massive breasts. Despite her high shoes, the saleswoman was a bit smaller and plumper than me without being fat.

"Um, I'm just looking around," I say shyly.

"That's a nice skirt, my love. What are you looking for?" she says in a friendly voice, ignoring my words.

"So I'm looking for some modern things that the young women wear today," I say in a shallow voice, and I can immediately feel the heat rising again on my face.

"Oh, we will find something for you. Do you want to impress someone, maybe a younger man?" She asks meaningfully and looks at me with a smile.

"You don't need to be ashamed; you are a beautiful woman; I can understand that," she says encouragingly.

"Um, yes," I say only briefly because I am a little overwhelmed by the pushy manner of the saleswoman, who, according to her name tag, is called Ms. Koch.

"Come on, let's find some nice things for you; you will turn a few heads afterward," she says, full of anticipation, and starts looking at me until she has packed two outfits for me.

"So please have a look around. I'll put a very special dress on it, my sweetie, and then you can try everything on," she says, laying everything neatly on a chair.

"I'll look around outside," I say out loud when I reach the open front door. Lost in thought and uneasy, I start looking at the things outside while the warm sun shines on me. Suddenly, I feel like I am being watched. I turn to the street and suddenly look into the face of John, who looks at me nervously. Immediately, my heart leaps when I look into his blue eyes.

"Hi, Sabrina," I hear his soft voice and see his gentle, friendly smile.

"Hi, John," I say in a quiet, nervous voice, while the images from the previous evening are instantly in my head again.

"Oh, how nice. Is that your young boyfriend you were talking about?" I hear Ms. Koch's cheerful and shocked voice. I turn to the blonde woman who comes to us with a smug smile.

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POV John

Still amazed, I look at the blond, well-proportioned woman who must be the saleswoman. A few seconds later, this woman stops a few steps in front of us, and my eyes fall on her noticeably ample cleavage on the left to see a silver name tag.

I read "Bettina Koch - fashion consultant" and quickly take my eyes off her huge breasts and look into her green eyes, which have already fixed me.

"Well, you've made a nice catch," says Ms. Koch appreciatively. She winks at me meaningfully and steps over to Sabrina's side, who looks speechless at the saleswoman now standing beside her. Still profoundly amazed by the strange statements of the saleswoman, I look Sabrina in the face and try to make eye contact, but she seems almost a bit ashamed of the clothes in front of her. I see a noticeable red caressing her cheeks.

"Then your young Boyfriend can judge the clothes we picked out immediately. A male opinion is always invaluable," she adds, undauntedly trying to crouch Sabrina in front of her.

"Umm, Ms. Koch..." Sabrina finally begins in a low voice but is immediately interrupted by the lively saleswoman.

"Oh darling... Bettina, please, and don't be so fluffy. The clothes look great on you, and he will like them," she says emphatically without admitting any objection and pushing Sabrina further and further towards the entrance area.

"Well, and you will come with us," she says when the two women stop before entering the shop. I still stand petrified and watch the strange goings-on in front of me.

"Me?" I ask uncertainly and look at the impressive saleswoman.

"Yes, you, you sweet, silly guy," she says with a laugh and waves me over before she and Sabrina enter the shop. As if in a trance, I set myself in motion, and a few moments later, I entered the small, cool shop, which was full of countless clothes, from dresses to blouses and underwear. I pause momentarily while seeing Ms. Koch and Sabrina in front of one of the changing rooms. When I go to the two of them, I know how the saleswoman has put a stack of clothes in Sabrina's outstretched arms, who looks at me with red cheeks and big eyes, confused.

"But...." My friend's mother takes the floor and directs her gaze back to pushy Ms. Koch, who smiles at her smugly.

"No, but my dear, now show us how the clothes are looking," says Ms. Koch without admitting doubts and pushing Sabrina into the changing room. Then there is silence for a moment, and I am alone with the blonde, large-chested saleswoman. Still smiling, she turns around to me. Because she is a little smaller than me, my gaze inevitably falls on her large, inviting neckline.

"You're one, my sweetheart. You can't get enough mature women," she says playfully. She takes a step closer to me, and I immediately notice the sweet scent of her perfume. Nervous and ashamed, I take my eyes off her large breasts and look into the heavily made-up face of the older but by no means unattractive woman who is staring at me with sparkling eyes.

"Excuse me," I say quietly, and I notice that my face is entirely red.

"Oh, little one, for me, it's a compliment when a young, attractive man notices me," she says, friendly and almost with both hands around her imposing bust, and lifts it briefly to let it go again. Fascinated and excited, I watched the spectacle before me, only to quickly look into Ms. Koch's satisfied face again.

"Better save that for your stunning girlfriend," she adds with a wink and looks unabashedly at my aroused penis, which must be visible through my tight pants.

"Girlfriend?" It goes through my head, perplexed, but before I can say anything, we hear how the curtain moves to the side, and Sabrina steps outside.

Sabrina wears a tight white blouse with the first button open that tightly stretches around her firm, full bust; the blouse goes in a green skirt that ends a hand's breadth above her knees and fits tightly around her thighs. Noticeable is a long slit on the left side that leaves part of her thigh free and will show even more with a breeze.

"Wow, really pretty," it bursts out of me without thinking about my words.

"Very nice. What do you say, my love?" asks Ms. Koch, who addresses Sabrina sugar-sweetly, who moves back and forth and looks in the mirror attached to the side.

"Hmm, I don't know, somehow I don't feel very comfortable with this side slit in my skirt. One wrong movement and you see a little too much," says Sabrina thoughtfully in a low voice and strokes the fabric of the skirt with one hand.

"You have to show something of your great body, which has advantages with such a skirt. One or the other naughty thing goes faster if you two shouldn't be able to stand it," says the saleswoman sweetly. She points at me with one hand and then points back to Sabrina. Sabrina looks at Ms. Koch ignorantly until she realizes what Ms. Koch means and goes back into the cabin with a redhead and without another word.

"What does she mean?" I still think uncertainly. The whole thing feels surreal to me now. Fortunately, Ms. Koch left me alone momentarily because another customer was entering the shop, and I looked haphazardly at the gray forehand behind Sabrina. What feels like an eternity later, Sabrina comes out again, this time with a very revealing outfit.

With big eyes, I stare at the picture in front of me that shows a grown woman in an outfit that I know is from a much younger woman. Sabrina wears a light gray top under which I can see her white, well-filled bra, which is too short and reveals her sporty, flat stomach, where her belly button should be. However, a conspicuous piercing shines at sight, which makes my penis twitches once. When my already excited gaze slides deeper, I only see a pair of small trousers, hot pants that present a large part of Sabrina's bare, elegant legs. This is my best friend's mother, but for a moment, I think that there is a sexy younger woman in front of me who is no mother, and my penis is throbbing with excitement.

"What do we have here?" Ms. Koch asks with a smile and returns to us.

"That's too much; I'm not 18 anymore," says Sabrina as she looks at herself in the mirror. For a brief moment, I can see her plump, perfectly shaped buttocks, which the tight, hot pants can hardly tame.

"You said you wanted to look a little younger, and you can still wear that on your hot body.... and you know what, honey? You leave your little one speechless here," says the saleswoman happily.

Immediately, I feel Sabrina's gaze on me; she looks me in the eyes, briefly ashamed, and then directly at the bulge in my pants, which is visible. Immediately, I see Sabrina's eyes open a little wider and her mouth open slightly.

"John," softly breathes my name to Sabrina.

"Our young man is excited," says the saleswoman, and at this moment, she gently strokes my pronounced bump. When I feel her touch, panic seizes me.

"I have to go," I call out quickly and turn away from the two women with a quick step.

"You will have a lot of fun afterward, you lucky one," I hear the saleswoman's voice before I leave the shop, slightly out of breath, and step out onto the busy street.

"What the hell was that?" I think as I pause on the street and try to calm down. But before I can feel anything further, I hear a familiar voice before me.

"Ey John, there you are. Come on, let's get some ice cream," says my best friend Julian, who approaches me smiling and ignorant of what I have just experienced with his mother.

After a strange encounter with Sabrina in the clothes store, I had to think about what had happened for a long time without understanding it. Ultimately, after a day of brooding and nervousness, the day of the second private dance lesson has come, and I go to Sabrina in the evening. Nervous and beating, I cross the streets in the setting sun. When I reach my best friend's house, I pause momentarily and feel my heart beating so fast that I'm afraid it will burst. With one last look at my watch, I walk the last few meters to the miller's house. With trembling fingers, I ring the bell and wait what feels like an eternity until the door opens and I see Sabrina.

"Good evening, John," she says softly. When she opens the door, I can finally see her in complete profile, and what I see there is breathtaking.

Sabrina's long hair falls wavy and shiny over her shoulders. Her warm eyes are sinfully dark and make her look wicked. As my gaze goes more profound, I see her free-tanned shoulders because she is wearing a strapless dress. Amazed, I see the short black dress that ends well above Sabrina's knees and fits tightly to her curvaceous body. I have to swallow for a moment when I know how the strapless dress brings out her enormous breasts perfectly, and the dress makes them look even more significant than usual. After a few seconds, ashamed, I detach my gaze from her breasts and let it fall over the short, seductive dress. At last, I see her brown, elegant legs tucked into black strappy high heels.

"John?" I hear the voice of Sabrina from far away and immediately look into her sparkling eyes as I can detach myself from her body.

"Sorry, Sabrina, but you look just breathtaking," I burst out, immediately feeling the heat rising.

"Oh, thank you, John," she replies happily. I see her smile and see her perfect white teeth.

"Please come in," she replies, and I walk into my best friend's house, whom I have known for years. As if by myself, I walk down the hall towards the living room, while behind me, I hear Sabrina's resounding high heels, who is walking directly behind me. When I enter the living room, I immediately see a lot of candles that bathe the room in a warm, almost romantic light.

"I made it comfortable for us," Sabrina says gently and walks past me so I can take a quick look at her well-formed, firm buttocks.

"Very comfortable," I say, trying to appear more confident than I feel. Because it feels like my heart is beating up to my throat, and my palms are getting wetter and wetter. As if out of place, I stood in the middle of the living room until suddenly, soft music could be heard. I look at Sabrina, floating towards me like an angel with a breathtaking smile. She has stretched out her hands so I can snap her straight out of an automatic mechanism.

"Man" sounds a pleasant purr from Sabrina as I grab her to hold her in the tight standard position. We are right next to each other. I can feel her big breasts on my chest and my lap pressing against her stomach. Nervous but happy to hold this woman in my arms, I look into Sabrina's sinfully dark eyes, which look at me strangely. I slowly begin to move with her while we hold our intense gaze and our heated bodies rub against each other.

"John... about the day before yesterday in the fashion store..." she begins and looks at me uncertainly. I see how she nervously bites her lip. My heart also jumps uncertainly when the situation from the fashion store comes back to my head.

"Yes?" I respond questioningly and pause without letting go of her. We are still looking at each other, and I see a visible red caressing on her cheeks until she finally opens her pretty mouth to finish her explanation.

"I'm sorry, John, how it must have affected you. It was not an easy situation for you. You know, I'm already an old woman. I wanted to feel young again and try other, more provocative clothes. Well, somehow, it happened that we talked about you, and one thing came to another. Suddenly, you were there, and now... and now... I'm sorry I put you in such an awkward position... I.... I... I have to ask you not to tell my son or my husband about this, please, John," Sabrina finishes her Explanation. I listened attentively to her and kept looking at her face, which was getting redder and redder. Her warm, loving eyes now look at me questioningly, almost pleadingly. I can't help but hold this dreamlike, beautiful woman even tighter in my arms while I try hard to understand her words about what happened there.

"Sabrina, you are beautiful and don't need to be ashamed of anything. Everything is fine for me. Of course, the situation was strange, but I understand the whole thing better now, thanks to your explanation. Of course, I won't tell anyone about it; that remains a secret between us," I say as I gather all my courage and try to sound as convincing as possible while my heart beats like crazy against my chest.

"Thank you, John," Sabrina breathes gently at me. We maintain intense eye contact while the candles bathe the dark living room in an almost romantic light. The seconds pass like a felt infinity, and Sabrina is still very close to me. Sabrina inevitably smiles at me lovingly, and I must smile back at her. And then it happens suddenly: our faces move a little closer by themselves, my heart beating up to my neck, but as if out of a spell that none of us want to end, our lips touch each other very tenderly a second later.

Fires explode all over my body when I feel Sabrina's delicate lips on mine. One of my hands is tense in Sabrina's lower back, only a few centimeters away from her round bottom. As surprising as this kiss came, it felt so right to me. My eyes are closed as we stand close together in the living room, dimly lit by candlelight. Sabrina's lips feel so delicate, so soft, and so right. My heart beats loud and powerful against my chest. There are no more thoughts in my head; I just have this feeling of natural satisfaction, which is best never to stop. The kiss lasts forever, just two pairs of lips from an unequal couple. At some point, I almost unconsciously feel Sabrina's hand caressing my back up and down with slight movements. As if an invitation to do the same, I let my hand run over her back. I feel the soft fabric of the dress in my hands and how Sabrina leans a bit more against my body so that I can feel her full, perfect breasts on my upper body even more clearly.

"Mhhhhhhm," we both moan with closed mouths while we enjoy the closeness and intimacy of each other.

Our intimate union continues almost endlessly. At some point, I get braver and try to dip my tongue into Sabrina's mouth. Surprisingly, she let me pass on my first try, and I dropped my tongue into her mouth. Seconds later, both of our tongues weave in a deep, intimate dance. I also feel my own increased excitement more and more clearly, which is noticeable in the form of a stiff penis. In search of friction, I unconsciously press my pelvis against Sabrina's stomach, who now has to feel my penis. But instead of defending herself against it, she pushes her pelvis forward and herself against my penis.

"Oh," I moan, muffled, as my penis, looking for satisfaction, presses against Sabrina's slim stomach.

Now floating on cloud nine because I have been kissing the attractive mother of my best friend sincerely for minutes, I let my hand slide courageously on her plump ass. I pause for a moment and wait for her reaction. When nothing happens, I begin to gently stroke the two firm cheeks of her buttocks until I knead her left cheek in my hand. Startled, I feel how she suddenly almost bites my tongue and thus forcibly ends our kiss. Breathing heavily, we pause as our faces separate from each other, with my hand still on her firm butt. We look now at each other with big eyes, puffing.

"John," she says almost breathlessly.

"Sabrina," I reply, breathing heavily. I don't have any more words in my head at this moment.

"Um... I think we should start our dance exercises now," she says in a low voice without going into what happened before. She gently breaks away from our intimate connection to restart the music. Perplexed and excited, I stare with my mouth open after my best friend's mother, who strides through the music system with her swaying, exciting buttocks.

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POV Sabrina

* Ding Dong * I hear the doorbell ring. I pause nervously after lighting the last candle in the now candlelit living room. My heart is beating up to my neck, and I feel a great nervousness in me

"Sabrina, what are you doing here?" my troubled thoughts ask. I take one last scrutinizing look around the living room, where we will have our second private dance lesson, and then turn towards the hallway.

With my high heels clicking, I walk down the hall towards the front door. Seconds later, which feels like minutes, I reach the front door. With one last deep breath, I push the doorknob down, and he stands before me.

"Good evening, John," I say softly when I see the young, attractive man staring at me in astonishment.

With a tingling sensation in my body, I notice how he seems to give me an up and down from top to bottom. I see how his gaze glides over my full round breasts, down to my belly, which looks nice and slim in the dress, and then over my packed love nest to my long legs, which are perfectly highlighted in seductive high heels.

"John?" I ask quietly after a short moment and bring him back to reality. Ashamed, he looks me in the eyes again, and I can make out a slight red around his cheeks.

"Sorry, Sabrina, but you look simply breathtaking," John suddenly says frankly, and now I am the one slowly turning red in the face while my heart jumps at his words.

"Oh, thank you, John," I reply happily, realizing I must smile automatically like a teenager on a first date. We stand for a moment with an almost palpable tension between us.

"Please come in," I added briefly because I panicked that my neighbors might see us like this. John immediately walks past me, and my eyes fall directly on his firm man's bottom as he walks down the hall towards the living room in front of me. I walk behind him with nervous steps while my high heels echo unnaturally loud in the hallway. Then John suddenly stops when he has arrived in the living room and looks around in amazement.

"I made ourselves comfortable," I say gently in a nervous, tense voice. I walk right past him, my heart pounding.

"Now he can take a good look at my shapely, firm buttocks." It goes through my head with an excited shiver as I go to the music system with my hips swaying.

"Very comfortable," I hear him say as if from a long way off as I try to get the music to work with shaky hands. At first, it doesn't quite work, but then the shallow music sounds, and I turn back to John, who looks at me openly. A pleased smile plays around his lips, relieving my inner tension a little. I smile when I see the young man walking towards him with slow, seductive steps as if alone. As if it were the most normal thing in the world, just before I reach my young dance partner, I stretch out my arms to him, to which he replies directly and grabs me vigorously a short moment later.

"Mhhhhn" leaves a pleasant moan on my lips as he holds me right in the tight dance position. My big breasts are pressed directly against his chest, which is quickly falling up and down, and I can feel his heart beating strongly against me. Like mine, his hands are damp, which shows his nervousness.

"He feels the same as me," I think, relieved, while my feelings tumble again as if I were only 18.

He's still holding me tightly while the soft music comes from the background. My gaze is looking for his, which he reciprocates lovingly, and for a brief, almost unforgettable moment, we look at each other until we start to move gently to the music out of an impulse. Our bodies are very close to each other; we breathe heavily, and our bodies sinfully move to the music. My head was empty momentarily, but then I remembered our embarrassing meeting in the fashion store and took one last deep breath.

"John... about the day before yesterday in the fashion store..." I begin with an uncertain voice and pause momentarily because I don't know how to explain what happened best. I nervously bite my lip while looking deep into John's kind eyes, which look at me anxiously.

"Yes?" He asks, and at this moment, I feel him even more clearly against me, how his youthful body presses into my breasts. I feel myself getting warmer and warmer in search of the right words; I open and close my dry mouth one or two times until I finally finish my explanation. Quickly and with a racing heart, I try to explain the entire situation to John, who constantly looks at me. I keep looking into his pretty eyes, which keep my gaze the whole time.

... I would ask you not to tell my son or my husband anything about this, please, John. " I end my long explanation with a request and look expectantly at John, where I can feel my cheeks have turned red. But before he says anything, I think how he grabs me even tighter and pulls me to his Body, which I note with great relief.

"Sabrina, you are beautiful and don't need to be ashamed. Everything is fine for me. Of course, the situation was strange, but I understand the whole thing better now, thanks to your explanation. Of course, I won't tell anyone about it; that will remain a secret between us," he says emphatically and with full conviction. At the same time as I process his soulful words, I feel my heart beating a little faster, and warmer feelings seem to spread around my heart.

"Thank you, John." I gently breathe towards him while we keep close eye contact. The flickering of the candles also creates a very special romantic atmosphere, and the crackling between John and me is almost tangible. Whatever is going on here is a beautiful moment I don't want to end. Because of my troubled feelings, I smile shyly at him, to which he replies immediately, and then it just happens. Our heads approach each other like two magnets, as if in slow motion. With every second that passes, my troubled heart beats faster, and thoughtlessly, I steer towards the inevitable. Then suddenly, the time came; my eyes closed, and my lips touched John's very gently at the exact moment.

My head is about to explode when I feel his lips so infinitely soft on mine. Feelings of contentment, happiness, and restrained lust find their way. Enjoyable, we sink into a deep kiss, where I feel John's body incredibly close to mine, how his heart beats strongly against his chest, how his hand rests a bit over my firm buttocks, and how something that is slowly getting more complex presses against my stomach. I start gently caressing his back, which he sees as an invitation to do it right away, and strokes a little over my bottom.

"Oh so good," goes a single pleasant thought through my head after he has almost touched my inviting butt.

We both moan "Mhhhhhhm" with our mouths closed while we enjoy the closeness and intimacy of each other.

After a while of the deep kiss, I feel how John becomes more courageous and asks with his tongue for admission to go into my mouth. Without wasting a thought that I'm kissing my son's best friend here, I give in so that our tongues can unite in an intimate dance of passion. I feel how my body becomes more and more aroused by the kiss; my sensitive nipples are pressing against the fabric of my bra, which I notice with increasing excitement. My stomach is very slack from all the hormones that affect my head and body, and I can feel how my love nest is producing more and more pleasure juices. In addition, John's condition resembles mine because I think more and more clearly how he presses his hard, wrapped penis against my stomach and rubs against me.

"Mhhhhhh," I hear the muffled groaning of John, who is now pressing against me more and more demanding.

The increasing excitement of John also makes my lust increase. My young dance partner sinks his tongue, inexperienced but demanding, in my mouth, which turns me on enormously despite his somewhat lacking technique. I feel his hands with larger circles over my back until I feel them suddenly on my buttocks. With pleasure, I allow my son's 18-year-old friend to hold my firm bottom in his hands, and then suddenly, he starts to squeeze it tight. Out of shock from his sudden actions, I almost bite his tongue, forcing me to end our kiss and moment together. Breathing heavily, we both look at each other with big eyes, and I can still feel his hand on my full buttocks.

"John," I say almost breathlessly.

"Sabrina," he replies himself, breathing hard.

"Um... I think we should start our dance exercises now," I say gently without going into what happened before, and I gently break away from our intimate connection to restart the music. I walk through the living room with shaky legs, afraid of slumping at any moment. With every step I take, I feel my unbelievable moisture, which has spread from my love nest in my little thong and is about to run down my thighs.

"What is wrong with me? Why John?" It goes through my head desperately when I reach the stereo and press the start button with trembling fingers.

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POV John

My heart is beating strongly against my chest while my gaze is still on this breathtaking adult woman who has now reached the music system. A moment of complete silence later, the rhythmic melodies sound in the candlelit living room. My gaze rests on Sabrina, who has turned back in my direction and seems to be patterning me for a moment from a distance. She pauses, and we almost shyly look at each other with red, heated faces.

"So John, let's practice a few dance steps," she says with a normal voice and a friendly smile. In doing so, she finally approaches me as if nothing had happened. Perplexed, I look at the woman who walks towards me with clicking high heels.

"Women... what is all this about?" I ask myself confusedly, and before I know it, this breathtaking woman is already standing before me.

"Do we want to get started?" she says softly, holding her hands for me.

What was so easy and natural before suddenly feels incredibly difficult. I nervously stretch out my arms and wait for Sabrina to take the first step. But she waited until I finally overcame myself to pull her to the starting position.

"Oh yes," she whispers past my ear when we are finally very close again and hold our mutual intimate dance position motionless for a few seconds.

We begin to move to the rhythm of the music. I nervously try to avoid direct eye contact with Sabrina. But after the first cramped movements, the temptation is too great, and I look into Sabrina's warm brown eyes, which affectionately glare at me. This look releases my tension, and my movements become more fluid again. With confidence and an indescribable satisfaction, I whirl Sabrina through the candlelit living room. At the first turn, I hear a short, surprised sigh of relief from Sabrina, but at the second, third, and fourth time, I only see a satisfied smile on her pretty face. After every turn, we are even closer to each other so that I can feel her big round breasts directly on my restless chest. So, we continue our dance together while time flies by. And two hours are over faster than I would like.

"Ohhh John stop... I can't go on" Sabrina says, giggling out of breath, and pulls away from me. Sabrina is glaring at me with fiery red cheeks.

"Wow, that was intense," I say, out of breath, pausing to look at my best friend's mother.

"Yes," she breathes weakly and looks at me almost thoughtfully.

"We should end now. It's getting late, and my husband will be home soon," she says in a weak voice, and I see her smile fade from her lips.

"Oh, her husband." After what happened between us today, it goes through my head with a bad conscience.

"Sure, Sabrina. By the way, it was very nice with you again," I say in a friendly manner. I look at the breathtaking woman, who immediately smiles at me happily.

"Thank you, John. I'll walk you to the door," says Sabrina. Before I can say anything, she grabs my hand and pulls me behind her. I almost have to look at her plump, round bottom, which moves seductively to the rhythm of her steps.

"John, it was a nice evening and a great dance lesson," says Sabrina affectionately when we have reached the door, and we both pause. We are now facing each other again, and she still holds my hand. Due to her high heels, she is only a little bit smaller than me, which is why I can look straight into her pretty eyes.

"Sabrina, it was great... uh, you are just great and breathtaking," I say with a pounding heart.

"John, please... you know... we mustn't..." Sabrina says weakly without finishing her sentence while she squeezes my hand firmly. Looking at her full lips, I see her mouth opening slightly and her eyes pulling me towards her. Before I can think again, I let my head slide forward and put my lips back on hers.

"Mhhhhhm," moans Sabrina comfortably after she willingly returns my self-confident kiss and puts her free hand around my neck, pulling me even closer to her.

We hold our loving kiss intimately. My lips lie on her soft, soft lips that feel incredibly beautiful. Sabrina pulls me close to her with her hand around my neck; my right-hand slides down her elegant back until I hold one of her firm butt cheeks in my hand again. When Sabrina feels my grip, I notice how she pushes her pelvis closer to me again so that my stiff penis presses against her stomach.

"Mhhhhm," we both moan with relish through our loving, intimate kiss.

But as wonderful as this moment is, the more we lose ourselves in a timeless feeling, the worse we are brought back into reality. Suddenly, I hear noises in front of the door that I can't entirely organize at first, but then, Sabrina and I hear a key suddenly being inserted into the door's keyhole. I feel my heart suddenly stopping and Sabrina stiffening completely. Panicked, our faces part from each other, both of them are flushed from this intimate union, and then the door opens. For one last moment, I see Sabrina's panic before she looks towards the door her husband is stepping through.

"Good evening, you two," he says in a friendly manner as he steps in, yawning slightly, and quickly looks at us.

"Hello," Sabrina and I say nervously.

"Have I interrupted something here, or why are you standing around so scared?" he asks with a laugh, and for a brief fearful moment, Sabrina and I exchange a panicked look.

"Oh honey, John just wanted to leave, and you scared us." Sabrina takes the initiative and forces herself to laugh briefly.

"Yes, we really chased each other away," I add quickly, forcing myself to laugh. I still feel uneasy as we stand in the entrance hall.

"Haha, yes, that can happen. So John, I'll go in, see you," he says, slurping past us.

"See you next time," I say quickly. I look after Sabrina's husband, walking towards the living room after taking off his shoes.

"That was close," says Sabrina, and she looks at me almost sadly.

"Yes," I reply ruefully myself.

"You should go now. See you, John," she says quickly and opens the door.

"Good Night, Sabrina," I say with an uneasy feeling in my stomach. With one last sad look, Sabrina closes the door behind me, and I walk alone with myself and my thoughts along the dimly lit path toward the street.

"What an evening," I say, breathing heavily when I reach the sidewalk and take one last look at the dark house in which this perfect dream woman lives before I slowly start walking home.

When I finally get home, I quietly go to bed. I quickly get rid of my things and lie in my soft bed while today's experience goes through my head the whole time. Again and again, the scenes play out in front of my inner eyes: how I kissed the mother of my best friend, how I felt her perfect body, her big breasts, her firm buttocks. Immediately I think how my penis hardens at the thought, and as if by itself, I grab my boxer shorts and enclose my throbbing penis with my right hand, which I immediately gently move up and down. In front of my eyes, I see the dark-haired, attractive mother of my friend, standing in front of me in her skin-tight dress, how she floats elegantly over the floor with her high heels and moves her plump butt back and forth.

And suddenly, I excitedly imagined what it would be like to admire this perfect body without the figure-hugging dress and see this dream woman once. As if by itself, Sabrina appears in front of my closed eyes as she lets her tight dress slide down over her shoulders with gentle movements. She is constantly glaring seductively at me through her dark, beautiful eyes. The soft material of the dress slides slowly down over her shoulders so that the next thing to see is the dark lace bra that hides her large, round breasts from my greedy eyes. My up-and-down movements around my bursting penis, which is already distributing its first drops of pleasure in my palm, are getting faster and faster.

"Do you like me, John?" I ask the erotic voice of Sabrina in my excited thoughts and pause briefly so that the downward movement of the tight dress comes to a standstill under her breasts.

"Oh yes, you are so perfect," I say softly in the silence of my room while I pause myself and gently squeeze my hard penis.

"Then you will surely like that even better," she breathes, winks at me meaningfully, and pulls her dress down again.

I also continue my masturbating movements and let my hand slide quickly up and down my aroused penis. I can see in my inner eye how the imaginary Sabrina exposes her slim stomach, which looks very sexy and trained. In the next step, Sabrina slowly turns 180 degrees with circling hips, so I can now admire her plump bottom, which is perfectly accentuated by the rest of the fabric of her dress. Then Sabrina leans forward a little and spreads her legs a little bit so that her butt now extends precisely in my direction, which is perfectly staged, complete, and plump. Her tight dress glides even higher due to her spread legs and the bent position, revealing the beginnings of her hold-up stockings, which she is wearing.

"Fuck" I moan excitedly and notice how my testicles tighten firmly and announce my approaching orgasm.

In front of my closed eyes, I still look at the imaginary Sabrina, who is stretching her plump, perfect buttocks towards me and now pushes the remaining material of the dress up with one hand so that a moment later, I can look directly at Sabrina's bare, shapely buttocks. As if that wasn't enough, she now spreads her plump buttocks apart with both hands. I am shocked to see that she is not wearing panties and that I can now look directly at her hairless pussy and her tiny wrinkled asshole.

"Ohhhhhhhhh God, Sabrina," I moan loudly and feel how my penis begins to twitch wildly and pours thrust after thrust of my pent-up sperm into my underpants. After a few seconds of complete ecstasy, I collapse on my bed, completely pumped out, and let my head sink back, exhausted.

"Oh damn, John," I say, exhausted and feeling like an unbelievable fatigue overwhelms me.

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POV Sabrina

After John left the house, I got a strange feeling that I could not sort it out directly. I think it's a shame that my husband interrupted us for a moment. Frightened at me, I shake my head in disbelief and try quickly to suppress these thoughts, but I don't want to succeed. So I stood for a few minutes at the door through which the young attractive man, who was also my son's best friend, had just passed. But then my husband finally brings me out of my thoughts and into reality as he rumbles loudly down the hallway.

"Hey honey, what are you still standing around here?" He asks me a second later, and I feel how he clasps me from behind with his hands. This, a perfectly normal act of two married people, doesn't feel right because deep down, I don't want to feel the hands of my husband here and now but those of a much younger man. Inwardly desperate about my emotional world, I feel the tears welling up in my eyes, and I feel uncomfortable. My husband, who has not noticed my dubious thoughts and feelings, lets his hands slide over my belly to my full breasts, which he closes in his hands a moment later through the fabric of the dress and my lacy bra. Usually, I enjoy this touch a lot, as my breasts are particularly sensitive and excite me quickly, but today, everything is somehow different. The next thing I can feel is my husband's hot breath on my ear as he tries to kiss my neck. Here, too, I don't feel anything except a feeling of discomfort, which now affects my whole body.

"Please excuse me once," I say hastily and violently, tearing myself away from my husband's embrace.

"Are you all right?" My husband calls after me, irritated.

"I have to go to the toilet; I'm not doing so well," I say quickly without looking back, and a moment later, I slam the bathroom door behind me.

Breathing heavily, I prop myself on the sink and look in the mirror. I look directly into my moist, shiny eyes, from which the first big tears are already running out. Something is blurring my makeup, making me look as sad as I feel.

"What are you doing here?" I ask my reflection in the mirror, sobbing but without receiving an answer.

"That mustn't be all; what's wrong with me... why John... why???... what's wrong with me?" I bury my face in my hands while my emotional world is upside down at this moment, while I go down to the ground. I sit there while the tears slowly subside and try to compose myself again. To make matters worse, there was suddenly a knock on the door.

"Honey, are you all right? You've been in there for a long time?" I hear my husband's worried voice.

"Everything okay, darling, I'll be with you soon. I must have eaten something wrong," I lie after a short break and try to keep my voice as strong as possible.

I finally get up from the cold, tiled floor with two deep breaths and look in the mirror again. This time, I look into the utterly tearful face of a woman still pretty for her age. I quickly grab a few towels and try to make myself look good again, which I manage more badly than well. My eyes are still red, and if you take a closer look, you will see that I was crying, but it doesn't get any better now. With one last deep breath and a tug on my slightly slipped dress, I open the door in front of which my husband is still standing, looking at me worried.

"You don't seem to be doing well at all; your eyes are all red," he says as I approach him.

"Yes, somehow I'm not feeling well," I say in a mock, plaintive voice.

"Then you better go to bed so that you will be fit again quickly, especially for the following dance lessons," he says gently. When I think about the dance lessons that follow, a strange feeling immediately spreads in my stomach again.

"Speaking of dance lessons, by the way, John wrote you that thing vibrated several times in the kitchen," he adds with a friendly smile. He holds my cell phone out to me with an outstretched arm, which causes my heart to beat right up to my neck, and my cell phone to him quickly, almost in panic, tears out of his hands.

My husband frowned at me briefly after I very briskly snatched the cell phone from his hands. I now realize how stupid and conspicuous that was and feel the blush of shame rise on my face again.

"That seems important," my husband laughs after a short break.

"Do you go to bed? I'll take a quick look at the summaries of football," he replies, and with a quick kiss on my dry lips, he leaves me alone in the hallway. I quickly walk towards the bedroom with shaky legs, and a moment later, I let myself fall on our double bed. With a short foot movement, my high heels drop to the ground, and now I am only dressed in my sexy dress. With a deep breath, I unlock the phone and read through both of John's messages.

John: "Hello Sabrina"

Then a break of several minutes until I got his second message.

John: "I don't even know what to say about tonight, and somehow, everything ended abruptly. Somehow, I'm afraid of how it will go on, and if you even want to see me again, it's all so confusing. I'm sorry I kissed you; I didn't mean to hurt you."

I momentarily let John's words sink in as I lie motionless in my soft marriage bed. My thoughts are a complete mess, and John's world of emotions also seems upside down. Again and again, I started to answer him but could not think about what to write. After I had deleted my typed words several times, I finally wrote a few words after what felt like an eternity.

Me: "Hi John, the positives first. Not only are you confused, but me too. I want to tell you that you didn't do anything wrong, and I don't hate you either. The feelings ran away with both of us, and we could not stop each other somehow. Still, I would like you to keep dancing with me."

After clicking submit, I feel guilty for a moment. After all, I just wrote openly to my son's best friend that I have feelings for him and still want to move on after what has happened. For a split second, I despise myself for my words, but despite all of them, a large part of me says it was right to be honest. With a deep sigh, I let my cell phone sink onto the table next to me, and for a moment, I noticed how my inner tension slowly disappeared. I lie like this in the dark marital bedroom for several minutes, staring dully at the ceiling. Then, suddenly, my cell phone vibrates again next to me, and my previously calmed heart makes a noticeable leap forward. Quickly, almost frantically, I grab my cell phone and excitedly see that John has written to me. I immediately unlock the display and read through his message.

John: "Thank you for your honest words; that calms me down because I felt foolish. I don't know how to put it into words, but whenever we dance together, I feel like I'm on another planet. It feels so indescribable to experience that with you. I can't wait to dance with you again, finally :-)."

His emotional words trigger a storm of feelings in me, and I think my heart is pumping out of my chest for a moment. At a loss as to how to react to these amorous words from John, I slide my cell phone back onto the table and get up from my bed. With slow steps, I walk over the soft carpet until I stand in front of the large mirror in the wardrobe. I take a quick look at myself and my appearance. My otherwise so kind brown eyes gleam expectantly at me. My dark, silky hair falls slightly disheveled over my barely made-up face and my dark, body-hugging dress. With two elegant movements, I let the straps of the dress slide over my shoulders so that in the next moment, my dress falls on the floor so that I can look at myself utterly naked except for my underwear. Where my dress was previously tight, I now look at my full breasts, which are tucked into a black lace bra, which is more than bulging with my shapely breasts of cup size D. A little proud, I look at my still slim belly in the middle of which my navel piercing protrudes. Finally, my gaze slides to my thong, which hides my clean-shaven love paradise from my inquiring gaze.

"Not bad, and that hasn't even seen John," I say quietly to my reflection in the mirror and not a second after I have uttered the words, a strange shiver runs through me that tingles up to my pussy. I briefly squeeze my legs together and enjoy the brief pressure I exert on my sensitive clit. Standing there, I must admit that I can't get John out of my mind. Without thinking further, I make up my mind, and with quick steps, I go to the table with my cell phone. My cell phone is unlocked with a brisk movement, and I type a short message with nimble fingers.

Me: "Do you want to buy a dress for the final dance with me tomorrow?"

As quickly as I have written and sent this message, an inner struggle surrounds me. Before I do anything more stupid, I throw my cell phone on the bed. Waiting, almost desperate, I look at the dark cell phone, which is now lying in the warm blanket of my marriage bed and could announce a message from John at any moment. The seconds pass, and the seconds become minutes while I stare at the cell phone in my sexy underwear, full of tension. Then the time came, and the cell phone vibrated. Like a drowning woman looking for land, I rushed forward to read John's message, which unconsciously took me to cloud nine.

John: "Wow... Yes, sure, I would love that. When do you want to start?"