Dancing In Forbidden Fire A Cheating Wive’s Tale

Surprise Guest At The Wrong Kind Of Party

I watched his tail lights disappear down the street, a smile tugging at my lips.  My world shifted.  Tom’s trips were always predictable, something I looked forward to like dancing in forbidden fire.  Tom seemed to be working constantly.  Perhaps it was the boredom, loneliness, or the thrill of living a double life.  Whatever it was, I had come to savor the quiet knocks at the door.  The eager eyes, the hurry touches.  Sheer escape and lust.  I’m not sure when I started dancing in forbidden fire, but nothing felt better.

Brought To Light Between The Sheets

Tonight, it was Marcus.  A bartender with a sculpted jaw and quick wit.  Meanwhile, it had been a while since I`d enjoyed some robust college cock, and I was excited.  He came over after his shift, smelling like whiskey and cinnamon gum.  We barely made it to the living room before our hands were all over each other.  Grabbing my tits and ass and shoving his tongue deeply down my throat. Loving the feeling of his cock growing hard against my pelvis while passionately kissing and fondling each other.  Clothes began shedding rapidly as we started dancing in forbidden fire.

Tonight’s visitor was far hotter and more aggressive than last weekends tryst, Leo.  A tattooed carpenter I met at the hardware store.  His hands felt rough from work.  His cock was mediocre and his oral skills needed some improvement.   I found dancing in forbidden fire with Marcus to be more fulfilling and simply pure pleasure. Pressing me up against the hallway wall, his lips trailing down my neck, my pussy was already pulsing by the time his tongue found my aching clit. Arching into him, letting go completely, my hands in his hair and wanting his cock so badly.

Interrupted Mid-Performance- Dancing In Forbidden Fire

Drowning in sensation, and Marcus balls deep inside me dancing in forbidden fire, I was near climax when a daunting feeling washed over me.  We were not alone.  Tom was standing in the doorway silently.  His flight had been canceled.  He came home eager to surprise me, but it was he who was surprised. Marcus, dismounted me in confusion, then panic.  Tom didn’t move.  Didn’t yell, didn’t react.  Tilting his head, studying the scene with a strange calm watching me dancing in forbidden fire.  “I’ve been suspecting this, seeing you with someone else”.   Tom said, slowly placing his suitcase on the floor. Then there was a long awkward silence and much to my surprise he followed with a calm question.  “Can I watch?”

Something was shifting.  The awkwardness was being quickly replaced by something far more thrilling and kinky.  The look on Tom’s face wasn’t one of betrayal, it was fascination and hunger.  Marcus seemed frozen between exit and curiosity.   “You’re okay with this?” Marcus asked Tom.   I slowly started kissing Marcus, resuming where we left off dancing in forbidden fire.  Every movement feeling charged, magnified.  Hungry with desire, my legs opening wider.  Marcus’s mouth trailing down my body, savoring my juices.  Tom watching everything, dropping his pants he began stroking his cock.  My body pulsing with a heat I’d never felt before as I quickly reached a deep intense orgasm.

There was no misunderstanding.  Tom and I felt more pleasure that night than we had in years of marriage.  Dancing in forbidden fire had ignited something in both of us, and our marriage would never be the same.

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