The moon slipped away…

The sliver of moon slipped below the rooftop of the townhouse next door as Sir lifted her dress and slid his hand into the crease between her legs. He rubbed his finger round her raised clit several times before slowly running it up and down her slippery pussy lips.

“I’m going to take your dress off” he said. “No!” she breathed “but why not?” he answered “because it’s my neighbours, my street, and I can’t be naked here. Take me inside and fuck me.”

He moved her from the back of the car where he had pinned her and led her across the street. As they walked into her driveway, she turned to him and said “now I can be naked”. Here at least she felt less exposed than standing in the middle of the street against the car. He slipped her dress over her head, turned her so she leant against the veranda post and fucked her again. She squirted just as the head of his hard cock kissed her swollen lips leaving another puddle on the concrete.

She’d left several puddles on the bricks in her backyard as he’d suspended her ever so slightly from the pergola beam and flogged her. He’d fucked her hard too. She’d had to push back hard against him: she felt so vulnerable as if she was going to fall forward and lose control. He said she couldn’t but it didn’t feel like that when she was naked, blindfolded and almost on tiptoe. But so good… and to feel her cum running down her legs as she squirted was divine.

Why did she feel this way when he touched her? She still couldn’t get enough of him even though they’d been lovers for several years now and she knew it wouldn’t last. How could it? He was married and when his situation changed their love would be lost forever. It never went any other way.