Cumming Back for More Ch. 02

Reconnecting was not on my radar, and it certainly wasn't me who reached out first. Our affair was wild and had gone on for more than eight months. At some point my conscience got the better of me and I thought I felt remorse. I decided to commit myself to trying to make my marriage work. I left Steve's company and started over at a new job, in a different town, and tried to ignore the sexual tension sitting darkly still inside me. I left him in my rearview and tried being on the good side of staying with my husband, who was aware of the affair and spent the following few years constantly tracking me. I couldn't blame him. It was me who burned down his trust and it took a long time to rebuild.

During the next few years, I never stopped moving and I began training twice a day. My body became leaner with sharp muscle tone, but feminine curves. My small ass became even tighter with a supple roundness. My skin was taught and tan but soft, and my bare-naked pussy was silky smooth. I leaned into exploring my sensuality and began wearing silk lingerie and thigh-high stockings that were held in place by a thin layer of elastic and lace. Add high boots and short dresses, skintight jeans and strapless tops that were barely staying in place against my very full natural breasts.

Being petite, high heels are always part of the ensemble, and I wear a perfume that mixes with my chemistry and smells like adult candy. My husband was enjoying all of it and thought it was for him, but the reality was I did it for myself. Sexy is an energy. I liked men staring at me, looking me up and down, and I'd catch their eye and smile back at them. I also got off on how other women hated seeing me in such good shape, with a clear head space, and coming into my own. Mission accomplished.

I could never have predicted what would happen next. I remember having lunch at an outdoor café near where I was working at the time, bored out of my mind, when my husband called me to let me know that Steve had reached out to him, looking for me. He wanted me to come back to work at his company to manage a massive upcoming project. I froze. That took some big balls, which Steve has for sure. I was floored at my husband's presentation of the situation in such a calm and matter of fact tone.

My husband knew I excelled at the intricate challengers the job with Steve gave me and felt I had held up my end over the last few years. I was such a good girl. I reassured him he had nothing to worry about and that I had learned a very painful lesson. He told me to take the meeting Steve offered and we could go from there. That one conversation brought up a nervousness in me that wouldn't let me think about anything else. I had finally settled into a calm life without insane distractions, but also a sense of sexual frustration.

I met Steve mid-morning at a local diner near the office. I could see him watching me as I walked through the glass doorway into the restaurant. His smile instantly calmed my nerves as I slid into the booth across from him. We'd had no contact for so long and for me, it was like a cloudy day at the beach when suddenly the sun came out. We sat staring at each other for a few minutes before he began to speak about us possibly working together again. While he outlined the upcoming project, all I could think about was reaching across the table, taking his face into my hands and putting my mouth on his.

But kissing is our gateway drug and was off limits because a kiss is never just a kiss. I had wondered if my husband was sitting in the parking lot watching us. It made me horny as fuck and very wet, but I stayed on task and held back from sharing how hot I felt just sitting there. I remember wondering if he was feeling the same, but we spoke of professionalism and getting to work together again. I gave notice to my job later that same day and was heading back into the lion's den.

Working side by side again came easily and we kept a manageable distance from each other. The project was tedious and required an insane amount of time and effort. Over the next few months, we fell into a comfortable balance but there were times each of us found the other staring and we'd just laugh it off and continue to keep our hands, and mouths to ourselves. That is, until one evening, when I was in the second-floor meeting room, he showed up, standing barely a few feet behind me. Steve hadn't said a word and stood quiet, which is rare. It was late and the building was empty, except for the two of us. He saw my office light still on and came looking for me.

My heartbeat quickened from knowing how close he was to me. I took two steps back and stood still for less than a second when he moved into me to fill in the gap between us, his breath on my neck and his hands now on my hips. I turned around to face him and said, "Hi, cowboy," and without hesitation I looked up and softly kissed him on the lips. Steve kissed me back like he'd been starving, his tongue quickly finding mine. His late-day beard was sharp which drove me deeper into the kiss while his embrace tightened around me.

It was the first time we had made physical contact since I had returned months before. It was a powerful kiss and neither of us pulled back. He ran his big hands up and down my body as if to reconnect with me even further. I found myself unable to wait and immediately put my hand over his package. Through his jeans, I found his cock was already rock hard. I could feel my body heat up and my pussy start pulsing. I wanted to be reluctant to my desire but failed miserably as I felt the fire within me quickly reignite.

There was a long stillness while we held each other, eyes locked, our bodies pressed together. It was oddly calming and neither of us moved. Deep down, we both knew we had just given in to our carnal sexual connection, again. His erection pressed firmly against me, and I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I wanted more from him when my cell phone rang. It was my husband calling to find out my timing to meet up for our dinner reservation that night with friends. I had completely forgotten about dinner due to my current situation of being in Steve's arms. Timing is everything.

My disappointment at leaving his grip was palpable. He didn't let me go easily and leaned in for another kiss. I ran my tongue over his upper lip and told him I had to go. He reluctantly released me and I heard myself tell him, "This isn't over," and I walked off feeling his gaze after me. I looked back, blew him a kiss and headed out.

I left the office that night filled with relief and a renewed longing that he felt the same and found it hard to shake. So much so that I had to excuse myself during dinner to call him from a bathroom stall in the restaurant. Steve picked up after barely one ring and only said, "I want you," and the feeling was mutual. I went back to the table to finish dinner, thinking of nothing else.

First thing the next morning, I was already at work when he called me from his car on the way into the office. We decided we needed to spend a whole day together and since we're both maniacal planners, and liars, we came up with a strategy that made our escape easier. As far as anyone else knew, we were headed to a business meeting the following day that was more than an hour away. This would give us an entire workday to suck and fuck without interruptions. Waiting even one more day was excruciating, especially with being so close to each other at work.

Steve didn't waste any time and rented a room at the same nearby hotel where we had fucked for the first time, years before. We left the office early the next morning, both carrying our work bags, and drove off together for our "appointment". In the car on the short drive to the hotel, we barely spoke but couldn't stop smiling. The wait was about to come to an end. We'd be free to have full contact, no holds barred to say the least. He went in ahead of me to check in and went up to the room. We didn't want to be caught together in the hotel lobby, so I stayed in the car and followed about 10 minutes later, when he let me know the room number.

I entered the hotel and stopped off in the lobby ladies' room before going up to the suite to give myself an approving once-over. I was wearing an off-the-shoulder black silk dress that hugged my curves and hung just above my knees, with a matching silk jacket. Underneath, I had on only a strapless lace bra. I decided against the matching thong that morning as I loved the way the silk clung to me between my legs. I added very high heels so I could stand higher to meet his mouth when he came in for a kiss. My long nails were painted dark red, and I remember thinking I needed to be careful with them. As much as I wanted to, I didn't need him to end up with deep scratches down his back.

I slipped off the jacket and headed off to see a sexy man who was impatiently waiting for me. I got into the elevator and headed his way. I knocked on the door and when he opened it, I saw he was still fully clothed but barefoot, which turned me on. I wanted to slowly take him apart while my mouth explored his body. Steve pulled me into the room with one hand and closed the door with the other. I dropped my bag and fell into his arms. We were finally alone together and all I wanted was to be against his body.

We held each other tightly at first while he buried his face into my neck and took a deep breath of me. His freshly cleaned skin smelled of Irish Spring. My body felt electric and I could feel the wetness between my legs. The next thing I knew his mouth was on mine with his hands on my ass. We stood kissing until we finally managed to pull apart and walked over to the edge of the bed. I sat down and he told me to lie back. I wanted him to take his time with me and did as he asked. I placed my arms up over my head. He leaned in and was now holding my wrists with one hand while he pulled the top of my dress down with the other, exposing my bra.

Steve teased my big nipples through the lace with his tongue, going from one to the other while I watched. I struggled to get my hands free to touch him and felt his grip tighten to hold me in place. He smiled and I realized he wanted full control. I remember wondering how long he had been thinking of what to do with me and I wanted everything he had in mind. He ran his other hand slowly down my belly, hovered over my sweet spot, and then moved to the bottom of my dress. I closed my eyes as I felt his hand on my thigh and then he moved up and opened the lips of my throbbing and now soaked pussy. His fingers began slowly teasing me while I begged for more. He put those same fingers into my mouth, and I greedily sucked my own juice while he hovered over me, smiling.

Behind that smile, Steve's eyes were dark and I knew I was in trouble when he finally released my hands and got off the bed to stand before me. He pulled me up and into a deep passionate kiss. He unzipped the back of my dress, and it slid down my body into a pile on the floor. I stepped out of it and there I stood in heels and lace. He unhooked the eyelets of my bra and dropped it on top of my dress, leaving me naked before him. The room was warm, but I was shivering. He held me closer and his touch never left my body, his mouth on mine. I sucked his tongue and he moaned.

I had to have him naked against my skin and tried to push him back, but he resisted. He was still in charge, and I was so turned on by how much he wanted me. He finally relented and let me unbutton his shirt and take it off him. I ran my warm hands up his back, down to his chest and slowly moved to the top of his pants. I had barely gotten them unbuttoned when his very full 9" cock sprang out. He was riding commando, so I was careful while unzipping him. The idea of his massive hard cock sitting against the rough zipper, just waiting for me, drove me crazy.

I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, over his enormous hard-on, so well-proportioned with a thickness I craved, and that would soon leave me sore and wanting more. I wrapped my hand around his fully extended shaft, with the other hand cradling the underside of his balls, I brought his tip to my mouth and lightly sucked him while running my tongue around his rim when I swallowed him whole. I pulled his cock far enough down my throat until I choked, which made him expand even further. Steve let out a satisfyingly long "fuuuucckkk."

I took a much-needed breath and opened my throat wider while he palmed the back of my head, pushing himself even further down. The next time I came up for air I released his dick from my mouth and began stroking him with my hands. His cock was slick from my mouth. While holding him in my grip, I ran my thumb over his fat pulsing head while gliding the tip of my tongue up and down his vein. I sucked his balls into my mouth seeing his eyes roll back with pleasure. Steve's balls are bigger than big, and I could feel them throbbing in my mouth when he suddenly pulled back because he was much too close to losing control. He looked down at me with a tortured look that made me tingle. He pulled me up to stand against him and we kissed, losing ourselves in each other.

I knew I had him where I wanted him, no distractions, no limits. He was fully extended, and all I wanted was to fuck, the harder the better. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He put me up against a wall and my legs slid down his sides while we pressed even tighter together. He got down onto his knees in front of me and buried his head between my legs, kissing, licking, and exploring me fully with his mouth while he held the top of me open with two fingers. My pussy couldn't help itself and my juice, combined with his mouth, ran down my slit and into the back of my ass. He moaned and licked me ever more intently until my clit was fully engorged. Steve couldn't wait any longer and stood up to lead me back to bed.

I turned around with him standing behind me. He kissed the top of my back while grabbing a fistful of my long hair, pulling it tightly. I shuddered waiting to have him inside me. I bent over into the bed for him to easily enter me. My cunt was dripping wet when he pushed into me with a slow calculated thrust. He held my ass in his big hands and each time going deeper than the last. I started to grind into him so that his cock reached a place so far inside me that no cock had ever been before. I whimpered with pleasure and pain coursing through my body, which was so willing to give him full access. I gripped the sheets from the intensity and found myself begging him to go even further. We fell into a fierce rhythm between us as I met him with my hips leaning back and lower on the bed, anticipating his every move.

I could feel him start to tremble towards an orgasm, telling me not to stop. That's when I took my power back and pulled his cock out of me to make him wait. He stood with my juice dripping from his tip and let out a painful growl, followed by a sinister laugh. He turned me around to face him and pushed me backward onto the bed. Watching him come to me was intoxicating. Steve pulled off my heels, throwing them over his head, and dove between my legs again with abandon. I smelled of sweat and sex and heard him whisper "mmmmmm." I held him there by wrapping my legs around his head.

He licked me quickly from above my clit to just before my opening, his tongue darting in and out of me repeatedly. I lost myself and let him explore the way he wanted with his mouth. He pushed his long middle finger into me and my body became fully adrift with pleasure. It didn't take long and just as I was about to cum, Steve stopped and softly said, "Not yet." It was apparent that if he had to wait, so did I. He quickly moved on top of me and without hesitation stuffed his cock inside me, taking my breath away.

Steve continued to plunge in and out of me while I met him thrust for thrust. When I lifted my legs above my head, he pushed his cock up and down my gash and then back into me with brutal force. I watched him fuck me through my legs while his hands supported me and he could position my body however he wanted. His cock propelled in and barely out of me. I put my legs over his shoulders, and he pulled me up, while pushing deeper.

When I saw his upper lip quiver. I knew he was about to cum when suddenly, he slowed to stop himself and pulled out, rolling over and pulling me on top of him. I yelled "FUCK," while I quickly placed his cock back inside me like a savage. I was finally riding my cowboy again and for me, sitting on top of a wanting man is as delicious as it gets. Feeling him so completely full in my cunt was maddening. As I rocked back and forth on top of him I sat up even further while lifting myself up to bring his cock to my outer edge and then down with a powerful intensity.

I kept riding him until he had to stop me because he was too close again. I sat still on top of him and felt every nerve in my body jump when he said, "I want you to cum first." Every woman needs to hear that, believe me. I decided to lay down with my back against his chest. His dick stayed rock hard resting between my legs, just inside my swollen pussy. With his arms around me, we took a few minutes to lay there in the warmth of our bodies.

Steve slowly sat up and I moved into the center of the bed, lying flat on my back, legs stretched out and wide open. He went straight to my core and began kissing my thighs slowly before moving up to my center. He applied a firm pressure on my clit, moving his tongue in a circular motion while he put two fingers inside of my wanting pussy. I bucked my hips and was lost in his tongue and fingertips. I could feel his knuckles against me while he finger fucked me. I broke out into a cold sweat and my mind went blank. I held his head in place with both my hands when the stirring inside of me could no longer be contained and my orgasm crashed over me so hard that my juice jetted out all over his face.

He kept licking my cum filled cunt. I trembled in pleasure while my rolling climax faded. I was finally still when he looked up at me from between my legs and couldn't contain his smile. His face was glistening, soaked with my nectar. He crawled up the front of me and came in for a deep kiss while taking a few strokes in my still quivering pussy. He smelled like me and I felt like I was on fire. I licked his mouth to taste myself. I wanted to return the favor and dominated him with what came next. I told Steve to sit up against the headboard, facing the room.

He obeyed quickly and said, "Oh, so now you're in charge?"

Deep down, I knew he wanted whatever I had for him. His dick was standing tall against his stomach, and I noticed a raw masculinity as I approached him on my knees. It was a rare moment to catch him so vulnerable. I crawled up to his cock and licked him from his balls up to the top of his prick. I put my mouth over him, lightly sucking until I felt the strain of him pushing up further to meet my mouth. My breath was hot and Steve began to thrust towards my throat. I wanted to tease him even further, so I backed up and smiled. He sat very still, waiting for my next move, watching me intently. I heard him mumble, "Please, babe."

I hesitated for a few more seconds, staring at him with an immeasurable craving, before climbing onto his lap to face him with my knees pulled in beside me and my feet flat against both sides of his thighs. This position gave me ultimate control. I lifted my body up and onto his joystick, barely fitting him into me while I kissed him, my tongue twisting with his, then engulfing his big lips. I began slowly lifting only my ass up and down over him. It was an intense sensation having him in this position, so fat and tight inside me.

His face became strained and I could see his arousal coming to the surface. I continued at a slow, consistent pace and then suddenly crashed down on him so hard that he gasped, releasing our kiss. While sitting at his base, I turned my body around without losing our cock-cunt contact, pulsing around him while I repositioned myself. My back was now against his chest, and I could feel his pounding heartbeat through my skin. I leaned forward, almost bent in half, with Steve still inside of me. He moved up, further into me and was so deep that I could just about feel him in my throat. He pulled my hips back and forth and I could feel him edge towards his orgasm. I wanted him to wait so I suddenly lifted myself off his throbbing cock and got onto my back.

He quickly moved on top of me and reentered me with an intensity that caused me to suck in my breath and left no room between our entwined bodies. My wetness engulfed him. We both began moaning from the deep penetration and fast pace. He continued to fuck me hard knowing the way I wanted it with long deep thrusts and never losing contact. I whispered, "cum baby cum." I felt his body shift as he started to sound like he was choking while he came into me at full force. His seed flooded me, so much so that it gushed out all over the sheets while he was still pumping inside me. We stayed like that for a few minutes, his breathing heavy, neither of us wanting to move. He slowly turned over and lay next to me. We were still and spent. I put a finger into my pussy and tasted his milky sweetness. The sheets were soaked and we were covered in sweat and each other's cum.

When I finally looked at the clock, I realized we'd been in that room for close to six hours and we needed to go back to the office. I got into the shower with him following close behind me. He soaped me up first and then himself. I took the soap from him and started to rub the lather all over his body. I put both of my soapy hands on his member when suddenly, his tired cock woke up. I started stroking him with the water running over our soapy bodies, lost in the steam and warmth surrounding us. He was getting even harder and responded to my full strokes up and down his shaft, becoming completely erect. He said, "I won't cum again." I refused to stop with my hands controlling his destiny. Suddenly, Steve's head pitched back while he moaned and came into my soapy hands, laughing in disbelief as he finished.

After that outing, we kept raising the bar on each other to keep it hot. In the mornings while I was making my coffee in his private kitchen, he'd show up and closed the door behind him, locking it. He never knew which way I'd want it to go on any given day. Sometimes, if I wore a dress, I'd pull it up just above my ass, pull my thong over and without touching him, I'd have him enter my luscious wet pussy to fuck me from behind. He'd blow his load, pull out, put my clothes back in place and then walk back to his desk. I'd finish up my coffee and make him oatmeal with warm bananas and brown sugar, while his load was trickling out of me and down my legs.

Another morning Steve took me into his private bathroom and pushed me up against the shower wall. He unzipped my trousers and pulled them down. He hiked me up and held me in place forcing himself inside me before I was even able to get super wet. The friction was fast and furious, and just as I was about to let out a scream, he put his hand over my mouth, and we both came within a matter of minutes. He put me down and we cleaned up, then went back to work. It was our dirty little secret for the day.

One night Steve called me and asked me to find him in the warehouse. He was towards the back against a cinder block wall. I knew he could hear my heels hitting the concrete floor coming towards him and I found him, dick out, and stroking himself. I immediately dropped to a squat in front of him. He released his grip and I sucked his cock feverishly until I ended up with more than a full mouthful of his thick cum, so much so that it oozed out of the corners of my lips. I happily swallowed all of it and ran my tongue around my soaking lips. I stood up and simply walked away, heading back to my office. No words, no kiss. Just a blow job. I left him standing there panting, cock still out and dripping.

The idea of stopping never crossed my mind. Neither of us ever had enough. There were days I met him at the park & ride area, and I'd leave my car there. We'd drive to his home up the street with me lying across the front seat, my head in his lap so the neighbors wouldn't see me. I would unzip his pants, pull out his cock through his underwear opening, and suck him while he begged me to wait. But I tend to not listen and loved driving him crazy, especially when he wasn't able to control the situation. On one of those rides, he pulled into his garage, and with the door barely down behind us, I fucked raw him while he was still sitting in the driver's seat.

We were both so hot and bothered with our lust and had blatant disregard for time and space. Have you ever fucked in a blown-out building undergoing a renovation? We have. How about the middle of a field, behind a row of stores, because you couldn't wait to get a room? Check. Or at a cheap motel in the next town over for a quickie, just to make each other cum, then leave? Indeed.

The rodeo is a dangerous place to be, for sure, but so worth the ride. Fuck the good girl bullshit. This cowgirl remains in the saddle.