Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories Read Online Free

that cold fire again, and a rapt defiance of "How the fuck dare you touch me??" and he was certain that she would strike him. In fact, he raised his head and prepared for her left hand to lash out and slap him silly. He almost dared her to do so with his attitude. For a scant second he expected it, and just as he thought she would, he leaned over and began to nibble/bite the inside of her wrist right on her pulse line. All the while still looking deep into her blazing eyes. He kissed the pulse there, licking it with just the tip of his talented tongue up and down the blood engorged vein, stroking it with a small amount of pressure there, and watched her eyes. He was telling her that he had the Mastery over her, but that right now trust was a huge issue between them both. He also wanted her to know that pleasure would be hers that night. He released his grip slightly on her wrist, and continued the kiss the flesh there softly while caressing her forearm and hand smoothly. Her breathing escalated, and it made her large breasts move within her shirt. He saw her nipples harden, and his cock began to do so as well.
    They never said a word, but the look between them spoke volumes, and he relished the look in her eyes, the look of desire and hunger. She could have easily slashed his cheek with her fingernails, but instead she lay her hand on his cheek there. He kissed her palm, and drew his tongue up to her fingers. She shivered slightly, closing her eyes for a scant moment as he tongued the area between her fingers, the sensitive flash there at the base of the fingers. Obviously it had been a long while since this Lady had any passion, he noted. A noise in the back made her straighten, and she swallowed hard. He in turn, reached over and took a sip of his coffee as if nothing had occurred. She turned away and went into the back for a moment. He could hear her speaking to someone in the back area. She came back out and went to the front door, turning the closed sign in the window. She looked at him, and on unspoken consent, he got up to follow her out the door.
    When they got to the darkened parking lot, the full moon was just cresting over the hills, and cast its light on the valley below. She walked a tiny bit ahead of him heading for her car. He reached out and yanked her around to him, and took a hold of her, pulling the small clamp comb out of her long hair, letting it cascade down her back. He ran hair hands all through it feeling its richness, and smelling the clean fresh scent there. He kissed her deep and passionately, holding her body tight up against him, and felt her responding to him. His tongue dueled with hers, and she suckled on it. His hands roamed her body; her back, her sides, her titties, ran his hands down her thighs, ending up clutching her ass tightly in his large hands. She in turn dug her fingers into his back, dragging her nails down from his shoulders to his ass. He bit into her neck, sucking the flesh there hard as his hands kneaded her ass. His hand smoothed her hair, took hold of it again pulling her head back to look at her. She gasped out, but it was in pleasure, not in pain. She mmmmm’ed like a big cat, and brought her fingers around front to pinch on his nipples as he gripped her hair. He felt his cock grow rock hard. This Lady knew how to give it out as well as take it, and he liked that idea.
    He took her mouth again, then broke the kiss to bury his face in her cleavage to bite and suckle on the warm flesh there. Her soft moan filled his mind with passion and heat. He stood up and fondled her breasts for a moment, as he took in the scent of her body, the natural smell of a woman, rich and heady. He took her hand and pulled her over to his bike. Once she was on, he turned toward the desert. They rode for a few miles in the darkness, the breeze cool on heated skin. She ran her hands over his thighs as he drove, and reached around to caress his pecs, and to lightly thumb his pert nipples under his