Forbidden Sex with a Married Man

Earlier, he’d left a key for me at hotel reception—a quiet but deliberate invitation to step into his world, just for tonight. The thrill of it pulsed through me as I let myself into the room, slipping into the black lace corset, bra, stockings, and heels I’d chosen just for him. Pouring a glass of wine, I made my way to the balcony, letting the anticipation simmer as I looked out over the city lights.

My mind wandered to everything we’d talked about, my pulse racing, my pussy throbbing at the thought of what was about to unfold. There was something deliciously forbidden in knowing I’d be fucking a married man tonight, feeling his hands claim me in a way he wasn’t supposed to. My nipples hardened against the lace, sending little shocks through me, each breeze only making me ache more.

I didn’t hear him enter, but suddenly his scent—musky and unmistakably his—wrapped around me. Before I could turn, his hands were on my waist, pulling me back against him, his hard cock pressing firmly into me, making me gasp. His warm lips found my neck, soft at first, but quickly growing bolder, his stubble grazing my skin in a way that made me arch into him, craving more.

As he held me tighter, his hand slipped down over my thigh, fingertips grazing close to where I was already aching for him. "You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this," he murmured, his voice thick with need. His grip on my waist tightened, his erection pressing harder against me, and I could barely breathe for the thrill of it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the glint of his wedding ring and let out a small moan.

He didn’t waste any time. His hands gripped my hips with an urgency that sent shivers down my spine, guiding me forward until I was bent over the edge of the balcony railing. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, his hard cock pressing insistently against me, teasing me through the fabric of my lace panties. My pulse raced as he slid them aside, exposing my wetness to the cool night air and his waiting fingers.

His hand slid down to explore me, his fingers slipping through my slick folds, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I gasped, feeling his thick, warm fingers press deep, spreading me, teasing me as he tested just how ready I was. My hips moved instinctively, meeting his rhythm as I leaned back into him, already desperate to feel him fill me completely.

Finally, he couldn’t hold back. He positioned himself at my entrance, pausing just long enough to let me feel the heat and thickness of his cock pressing against me before he pushed forward, inch by inch. My breath caught as he stretched me, his cock filling me in a way that made me gasp, a low moan escaping my lips as he buried himself fully inside me.

His pace was slow at first, deliberate, each thrust driving deeper, pulling soft, breathless sounds from me as he explored every inch of me. My hands gripped the railing, knuckles white, the city sprawled out before us, an unspoken invitation for anyone to look up and see just how much we were giving in to each other.

We both liked to be watched; he’d confessed it in our messages, that rush he got from knowing we could be seen. And I could feel it in the way he took me, rougher now, his hand tangling in my hair as he picked up the pace, each thrust meeting my body with a primal intensity that made us both moan.

He held my hips steady as he drove into me, again and again, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, my body pulsing, throbbing with every deep stroke. My knees went weak as I felt my climax building, the intense friction between us sparking something deep and wild. And just when I thought I couldn’t hold on any longer, he slowed, teasing me, keeping me teetering right there on the edge, dragging out every ounce of pleasure as we both fought to keep from cumming too soon.

“Not yet,” he whispered against my ear, his voice rough, a command that sent a shiver straight through me. I nodded, breathless, grinding back against him as we edged each other, neither of us willing to let go first, both of us needing this moment to last.

The night air around us was thick, heavy with heat and the scent of our bodies. Our skin glistened, slick with sweat and lust, and I could feel my big tits bouncing with each thrust, aching for his mouth. His grip on my hips was firm, possessive, yet as wild and urgent as we’d started, he slowed, his cock pulsing deep inside me, drawing out each motion, savoring it. His hands slid up my sides, grazing my breasts, his thumbs brushing my hardened nipples, and I moaned, arching my back, pushing my body into his touch, craving more.

Slowly, he leaned over me, pressing his lips to my shoulder, tracing kisses down my spine as he began to peel away the black lace that clung to my body. Every inch he revealed was kissed, savoured, and worshipped, my skin hot and damp under his hands. He slipped the straps from my shoulders, letting the lace fall away, exposing my body fully to him. His eyes took me in, dark and intense, his gaze trailing over my curves as if committing every part of me to memory.

With one hand, he grasped mine, pulling me close, his cock rock hard as it pressed against my thigh. He led me inside, the air-conditioned coolness of the hotel room a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from our bodies. But he didn’t stop there; he guided me into the bathroom, where he turned on the shower, water cascading down as steam filled the room, thickening the air again with the promise of what was to come.

As the water streamed over us, he pressed me up against the glass shower wall, his hands pinning me there as our mouths collided, tongues meeting in a kiss so intense it stole my breath. The water washed away the sweat, our bodies slick under its warmth, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him close, feeling his wet skin slide against mine. His hands roamed over me, fingers sliding down to cup my ass, pulling me against him, his cock pressing between my thighs, throbbing as he ground against me.

My nipples brushed his chest, sending sparks through me, and I arched into him, moaning into his mouth as he devoured me. The steam rose around us, mingling with our ragged breaths and the soft sounds of the water, as he gripped my thigh, lifting it to open me further to him, his cock sliding between my legs, teasing me, building that anticipation all over again. He pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, as if knowing exactly how much I wanted him to take me again, right there against the shower wall.

As the water cascaded over us, he slowly sank to his knees, his hands gliding over my wet thighs, spreading them as he settled between them. His mouth was relentless, his tongue flicking and circling my clit, tasting every inch of my drenched pussy. The pleasure surged through me, and I gripped the glass wall, my body trembling as he brought me right to the brink, teasing me, his tongue edging me closer and closer, but never quite enough to tip me over. Just as I was about to beg, desperate for release, he pressed a firm hand over my mouth, his voice in my ear, a hushed, “Shhh.”

With that, he took my hand, guiding me out of the shower, both of us too swept up in each other to even consider drying off. Water still dripping from our bodies, he led me to the bedroom, and before I knew it, I was on all fours on the bed, his hands roaming over my curves, exploring every inch from behind. The heat of his breath against my skin drove me wild, and I pressed back into him, needing to feel him inside me again.

But I had other plans, and with a playful push, I flipped us over, sending him onto his back as I slid down between his legs. My lips trailed over his chest, tasting the mix of water and his own heat as I made my way down his navel, my kisses lingering, teasing. His cock was rock-hard, glistening, and I took my time, tracing my tongue along the length, feeling him tense beneath me. I heard him groan, his hands tangling in my hair as I wrapped my lips around him, tasting him deeply, his hips shifting with each stroke of my tongue.

But it was his turn to beg now, and as he gasped, asking me to ride him, I couldn’t resist. I straddled him, my hands pressing against his chest as I sank down onto his cock, the fullness stretching me, filling me completely. I began to move, slowly at first, relishing the feeling of him inside me, both of us lost in the rhythm. My own body was close, ready to explode, and I leaned down, whispering that I was about to cum.

The sound of my words pushed him over the edge, his hands gripping my hips as we both lost control, my body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over me, his own release meeting mine as we came together, breathless. I collapsed onto his chest, our bodies entwined, heavy breathing filling the room as we lay there, tangled in each other, savouring the perfect aftermath.