Passionate Betrayal (2)

Damn. My fingers have somehow made their way to my pussy.

Stepping away from the mirror, I walked to my bed and sat on the edge.

I picked up the glass of wine I had dropped early on the bedside table and took a sip. I tried to clear my head, but images of Benjamin and our secret intense moment together keep flashing in my mind. 

I could still feel what it was like to have him inside me. I could vividly remember how he dominated me, how he took control because I like it a bit rough.

Remembering the unholy and sinful sensual passion between me and Benjamin, my husband's friend, was making me so horny, so hot that I wanted to touch myself.

Staring down at myself, I run my fingers down my body. I have full-size breasts that Benjamin is obsessed with. My thighs are so thick, it drives Benjamin crazy when he fucks me from the back. 

My figure was more of an hourglass shape than a pear shape; I had wider hips and full breasts that you can't ignore. My legs were long and sharply. Damn, I love my body, but my ass was my favorite part, tight, firm, and curved.

I got married to Michael six years ago when I was twenty-two years old. I met him at the university I attended, and we became friends. He introduced me to Benjamin when we started dating, and that was how I met him, Benjamin, that is.

The burning heat between my thighs was intense and hot; my pussy was throbbing painfully.

Picking up my lavender lotion oil from the bedside table, I slowly rubbed it all over my body, starting with my legs; I slowly moved to my thick thighs. I massaged between my thighs, slowly moving higher and higher, fighting the need to touch myself, to deep my fingers inside my horny pussy.

The pleasant scent of the lavender lotion quickly filled the room. I slowly moved my fingers, running them up and down my thighs, struggling with the urge to touch myself, to play with my clit.

Right now what I feel is desire, want, and lust. My nipples were erect, throbbing painfully, seeking attention. Seeking his attention.

Reaching up, I cupped my breast, catching my bright pink nipples between my fingers. I twirled the sensitive peak between my fingers slowly. 

Fuck. I want him so much; I want him to quench this fire, the feeling he has ignited within me. I wanted his massive cock to fill me, stretch my insides. 

Wanting to feel his cock thrusting into me, stretching me as deep as he could, I want to feel his lips on my lips, his tongue on my pussy, eating me out. His fingers inside me, sliding into me, making me cum.

I felt my heart beating rapidly in my chest at my sinful thoughts. I can't control myself anymore; my clit was pulsating between my thighs, slowly calling for attention. Calling for my fingers, I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted to touch myself, to feel my fingers on my sensitive nub, rubbing, touching, fingers fucking my cunt. To quench this burning heat, burning desire within me. 

Lying flat on my back I pulled my knees up and spread my legs until my thighs touched my belly. Slowly, I run my fingers down my abdomen teasingly, not touching my pussy. The silk sheet felt a bit cool against my naked skin. 

I looked up at the ceiling, at the mirror placed above the bed. I could clearly see my pussy through the mirror, and I was already wet, dripping wet. I could see my juice flowing freely, my pink pussy lips glistening in the mirror, slowly dripping down my ass cheeks and onto the silk sheet of my bed. Fuck. I was soaking wet, and I haven't even touched myself yet.

I slowly run my fingers along my inner thigh, circling the areas around my pussy. I gasped as little ripples flowed through my body. Oh fuck.

The scent of my arousal filled the room. Looking into the mirror, I watched as I parted my pussy lips with two fingers, gently slipping one finger in. Slowly, I thrust in and out of my core, feeling the heat of my pussy on my finger. Withdrawing my fingers from my pussy, I could see a straight line of my juice following my fingers.

I slipped my glistening fingers inside my mouth, tasting myself, sucking my arousal clean. So this is how I tasted, sweet.

I started rubbing my fingers along the length of my slippery folds, stroking my pussy. I cupped my breast with one hand, gently massaging it while my other hand continued with the firm circular motion on my clit and entrance. 

I firmly stroke my clit with my fingers, rubbing, touching, and playing with my pussy until my body reacts, contracting. My heart pounding in my chest, my breath short and raspy.

I let out a breathless moan, throwing my head back, my lips parted, my eyes closed tight. Fuck. I could feel the tightness in my belly; I was going to cum soon.