Fantasy One Shots

The Affair (PT.2)

Of course, Rhett doesn’t dive right in. While gently gliding his hands over your thighs and tummy, he kisses inside your knees and up toward your center. His mouth gets teasingly close to your pus*y, and then switches to your other leg; it’s almost frustrating — almost. More like tantalizing, erotically sexy. You can see him examining your pus*y, as your legs are open enough to give him the perfect view, and he even puts pressure outward on your knees to keep you that way. His fingers and lips and tongue make you squirm and giggle as they tickle from time to time. After kissing your tummy at the navel and making his way down, the moment finally arrives: he plants a wet kiss right on your labia, holding it there firmly for a few seconds. Then another kiss like it, then another.

You moan deeply, not so much from the pleasure (it does feel good, but that’s not quite the spot, yet), but to give him positive feedback. Either it works, or he was going to do it anyway, but he lingers there for a while, First with just his lips, but soon enough with an open mouth and tongue, like he’s French-kissing you down there. You moan again, this time more from the pleasure.

You are almost shocked when he backs off slightly, caresses your thighs, and uses his thumbs to open your labia to expose the inside. Your hips and legs twitch and tense up as he looks into your eyes and smiles. His tongue works inside deeply, probing your vaginal opening while he holds your lips apart. He either knows what he’s doing (from past experience? from studying hardcore p0rn?) or he’s lucky, or naturally talented or something, because he is steadily increasing the pleasure to all your parts from my vulva to the clit0ris. Arms above your head, eyes closed, you purr, “Ooohhh, Rhett, that’s amaaaaaaazing.”

He could probably give you an orgasm if he stayed down there long enough. Which will have to wait for another time, as he leaves his work down there unfinished, kissing up your body. Looking into your eyes, he uses his magic tongue and lips to work over the undersides of your breasts before attending to the peaks of your n!pples. He caresses your tummy again with one hand, and the insides of your thighs, even wiping the back of his hand lightly over your pus*y, all the while savoring your ti**ies with his mouth. They get pretty wet, and the coolness of the air (turning damn cold when he actually blows on them periodically) stiffens them even more. Wow, this feels wonderful, and Rhett looking into your eyes drives you wild. Assuming Avalon gets some of this, how could she not want to just fu*k his brains out in all sorts of crazy ways after this? Is she not human?

Speaking of fu**ing his brains out, you tell him at next eye contact, “I really need you inside of me.” He smiles and disconnects his face from your t!ts, gliding his hands (and his eyes) all over your body. You reach for the c0nd0m, but can’t get to it because the table is too far away. He has to get to his feet momentarily, but is able to grab it and return to his position between your legs.

Upright as much as he can be on his knees in front of you, he plops the c0nd0m on your chest between your b00bs, smiling. “Looking for this?”

“Oh, yes, thank you,” you reply with a laugh. Tearing the package open, you notice, interestingly, that he’s not completely hard any longer. It doesn’t take long to fix that — when you begin to run your fingers along the shaft and around the head, his d**k responds by twitching, and grows quickly as you wrap your hand around it and pull on it. He leans back, bracing himself with his hands on the floor behind him, chest up and out. After you are satisfied with the stiffness of his c0ck, you place the c0nd0m on the tip, hold it there with one hand, and roll it down to his scr0tum, leaving the little loose pocket at the end. “There,” you give it a pat. “All set!”

Rhett pulls you forward a bit so that you’re right at the edge of the couch, and on his knees in front of you he’s at just the right height. Not touching his d**k, but just holding and caressing your legs, he guides the tip up to your pus*y, pushing against it lightly while you lean back halfway and watch. Because his erect!on points his d**k way more up than out, it’s pushing against the top, over your cl!tor!s, which is a nice sensation, but not quite where you want it. So you push down on the shaft to lower it to horizontal, and with an additional push, you feel your lab!a open up to receive his glans, which pushes in farther to burrow into your pus*y.

You smile at each other as he pauses halfway in for a few seconds. After withdrawing almost all the way out, his d**k pushes back in halfway again, then again, then again. With a few more strokes, he’s deeper, and with a few more, he’s almost all the way in. Then he withdraws his d**k all the way out, and holds it horizontal as he inserts it again. You watch as he probes a few times, loving the sight and the sensation of your pus*y and lab!a closing up as he pulls his d**k out, then filling back up again as he pushes it back into you halfway or more, but teasingly not all the way.

Suddenly, you let out an “Uuunnnhhh” as Rhett collapses all the way into you all at once, bending toward you, completely filling your pus*y with his d**k as far up as it can go, till his pelvis crushes against yours. Another deep thrust makes you blurt out, “ooohhh, fu*k!” No longer probing sensually, he is now giving you a proper fu**ing, deeply and passionately, exaggerated thrusts pushing your hips back into the couch. You watch as he pulls out most of the way to show you some shaft, then plunges back in, doing this a few times. He holds one of your ankles with one hand to keep your legs spread wide, and one of your ti*s with the other hand. Your free leg jiggles over his hip, and your free t!t jiggles up and down on your chest. One of your hands glides up to your free breast, and the other down to where the action is, fingering your cl!tor!s to give it the kind of stimulation your pus*y is receiving.

After fu**ing like this for a minute, Rhett slows down and then pulls out. Both of you are breathing deeply, and smile at each other while he leans against you for another round of passionate kisses. “Turn over,” he says, grabbing your shoulder and raising it inward.

You comply with an excited “Ooooooh,” flipping over to face the couch, adjusting the blanket under your knees and resting on your elbows. He kisses the small of your back, then your butt-cheeks, then licks and kisses up to your neck, pushing your hair up over your head. You feel the length of his d**k rubbing lightly up and down between your buttocks and his fingers rubbing gently up and down your shoulders. Then, nothing for a few seconds. Then the tip of his d**k arrives at your waiting wet sl!t, rubbing back and forth on it before slipping inside.

You feel your pus*y quickly filling as Rhett penetrates you with one long stroke, causing you to gasp. It takes a couple more full insertions to make sure everything is comfortable, and then he starts fuc**ng harder and faster, the entire length of his d**k fitting up inside you as he grabs your hips to pull them back firmly. You spread your legs wider and pump your pelvis up and down to break up his thrusts, just for fun. He roughly grabs around you for a t!t, alternately pinching the n!pple and grabbing a handful while continuing to give it to you hard from behind.

Eventually, he slows down and releases you, apparently leaning back. You enjoy the new sensation of gentle touches and slow penetration, relaxing and curling your arms under your head, closing your eyes with your face toward the side. The only thing you feel now is his d**k — no hands, no grabbing, not even his thighs against the back of your legs. You stay still as you feel your pus*y open and close around the only piece of him still left in contact as he inserts and removes it time and time again. Then, you feel his chest press against your back and his lips against your cheek. Moving a hand to his hip, you turn your face back toward him and lock lips with him, kissing passionately with plenty of tongue as he continues to slowly fu*k you.

Rhett increases his thrusting, trying unsuccessfully to keep your lips together. He reaches around to hold your t!ts again, first one, then the other, then both, pinching the n!pples as you hear him begin to grunt. “Uh-uhhh,” he moans deeply, “Mm, mm, mm.” Face in your neck now, he whispers, “Oh, Athena, that’s good, you feel so good.”

Wow, you get so excited when you hear him whisper your name that you reach toward your s*x without even thinking. Diddling yourself while making sure to nudge his c0ck, you tell him, “Oh, yes, that’s good, oh wo-o-o-ww.” He lets go of your b*obs and finds your wrists, stopping the action while he readjusts. With your arms being held out wide beside you, you face plant into the couch, feeling his weight pinning your shoulders. He starts fu**ing you at least as hard as before, almost trembling as he lifts your hips up with each thrust. He lets go of your wrists and pushes on your back with one hand to keep you down.

“Mmmm, smack my ass,” you say. Oops, damn it, you weren’t going to ask him to do anything, but rather let him call the shots. But you are just so into this and feeling so naughty that it just kind of came out.

Rhett snickers, “Oh yeah?” And you feel his hand come down on you, a swat more than a smack.

“Smack it!” you say firmly. A couple more swats, maybe a little harder. “No, smack it!” He smacks you a good one, hard this time.

“Ow!” You cry out.

“Whaa? Sorry…”

“No, good, do it again, smack me hard again.”

Smack!

“Ooo, yes.”

Smack!

“Ohh, fu*k.”

Smack!

“Yes, smack my ass while you fu*k me, yes!”

You realize that he’s stopped thrusting his d**k into you while he was distracted, and he must realize it too, so he starts up again, doing you from behind while intermittently giving your ass some firm smacks, some of them quite loud. You feel the back of your head tighten up suddenly as it snaps back firmly, not enough to hurt but enough to give you a shock. Wow, he’s pulling your hair! The multiple contrasting sensations of the tugging on your hair, the sharp stings of the spanks, and the wet sliding between your legs, all as he’s “oh”-ing and “ah”-ing and grunting along with you, are driving you wild.

When Rhett pulls out after a minute, you turn around and sit on the floor next to him, breathing harder than you were at the last break. You sneak a peek at his d**k. Nope, the c0nd0m isn’t full. You were wondering if he might have finished, but, nope, there’s still more to come. You wait to see what he wants next.

Rhett can’t keep his hands off you, squeezing your breasts a few times before leaning in to kiss you. “Wow,” he says. “This is… you are… wowwww, this is… wow.”

“I know, right?”

He sits on the couch, sinking back into the back cushion, and beckons you with his finger… toward your upper body, not ‘down there’, so you climb up onto him and straddle him. He’s actually not completely hard again, the c0nd0m loosely covering his semi-erection. You kind of like it because it makes you feel like you’re taking it out of him, and you get to play with him to get him ready for another go. You throw your arms around his neck for some more making out, feeling his hands glide up and down the naked skin of your back from neck to buttocks. You crush your body into his, feeling the warm strength of his chest and shoulders above, and the stimulation of your naughty parts as you grind yours against his. Sensing his b0ner is growing again after a minute, you back off and admire him from the d**k up, giving him a view of your nakedness on top of him. You hold the tip of his c0ck with the fingers of one hand and adjust the c0nd0m with the other, making sure it’s pulled down snugly to his scrotum. Playfully batting it back and forth, you make sure it’s as hard as it’s going to get.

You slide back toward his knees to separate, then point his d**k down, your eager slit accepting the tip. You adjust your hips and push forward, and after a couple tries, you feel it slip inside. You tip-fu*k him gently for a minute, smiling at his face, which isn’t looking at yours, but rather the action down there. You give him a show by splitting your lab!a open with two fingers so that he can see your cl!t and the surrounding pinkness.

“Oh, Athena, that’s so awesome,” he breathes. You get goose bumps at the sound of his voice calling your name again. “You feel so good… this is sooo good,” he tells you, gently cupping your breasts as you finger your cl!t.

You feel like you’re getting close to climax, your sensitive cl!tor!s telling you that she’s had plenty of stimulation from the lips and tongue and pelvis and fingering and grinding. Fu*k it, you’re just going to get yourself off. He’ll come soon enough, or hold off if he wants to. If he can. You lean forward and raise yourself slightly, and then sink all the way down, impaling yourself on his stiff c0ck, engulfing it completely all in one motion. With him buried all the way inside, you begin to rock with small but increasing movements, feeling his d**k squish back and forth inside of you as you try to find just the right position and rhythm. Before you know it, you’re fu**ing him hard, grinding your cl!tor!s against the base of his c0ck the best you can.

He playfully smacks one of your ti**ies, lightly. Then, after another smack, he studies your face, as if to get your permission to smack harder. Wow, is he really thinking you want your ti**ies smacked like you wanted your ass smacked? He grabs your b*obs straight from the front with just his fingers, pulling on them and holding them up high. He looks at you for permission again as he smacks the other breast.

“Yes,” you say. So he smacks harder. Umm, did you say that out loud? What the f**k, his d**k feels so good and your cl!t is getting it in just the right place, so why not crank up the heat a bit? “Yssss,” you tell his hands. “Smack my ti**ies while I f**k you!”

Rhett slaps you just hard enough to be naughty, and sporadically, not too much, as you grind your cl!t on him. Oh, this is it — you’re there! If you just… keep… this… going…. “Uh-huh, mmmmm,” you moan, letting loose and wildly crushing your pelvis into his. You begin to grunt with each thrust, collapsing onto his chest, arms around his neck so that your breasts are rubbing up and down on him. A.. few… more… thrusts… and… you’re… going… to….

Smack! His open palm comes down on your ass, and the sting pushes you to your cl!max. “Mmmm, Rhett… ohhhooo, yessss…” You convulse and shudder and gasp with a huge orgasm as he spanks your butt two or three more times. Crying out in ecstasy, softly but plenty audibly, you finish yourself off, rubbing your crotch against his with the biggest strokes you can without risking him popping out of you. You settle into a rhythm of controlled, small gyrations as you breathe erratically into his neck for a while.

You must have stopped him as he was going at it hard, because he’s still trying to move his hips back and forth under you. You are leaning half-sideways against him, one arm behind him, beginning to kiss his neck and shoulder messily, kneading his bicep and lat muscles, feeling his strength and giggling to yourself that you are keeping him down. With a hand on his chest, you raise up a bit to take the weight off him, giving him the room he needs to continue his thrusting. He pierces you from below, jamming his d**k all the way up into you and withdrawing quickly. You kneel upright, again giving him full access to your front, which he takes as permission to handle your breasts some more. You bounce fully on his lap, sliding all the way up and down his shaft.

“I’m not going to… be able to stop…” he says. You don’t care if he can’t stop. You don’t want him to. So, you fu*k harder and faster. “Ohhhh, Athena….” He grabs one of the ti**ies that’s mesmerizing him with one hand, and squeezes your ass with the other. As you continue to ride him, you can tell by his face that he’s just letting himself go. “Uhhh,” he grunts. “Uhh-hhhhuh! Oooohhhh…” You lock eyes with his, smiling to encourage him.

Rhett stops his in-and-out motions and just keeps his d**k up inside you at the top of one of his thrusts, holding his breath. “Oooohhhh,” he cries out. “Uuuhhh..” He drops his pelvis and quickly jabs back up into you, still looking at your eyes, holding for a few seconds, letting out a long slow moaning breath as he does it again. And then again. His pulsing subsides, and you feel the tenseness that’s been stored up inside of him flow out as his muscles begin to relax. “Oh, wowww… ohhhh…” You settle down in his lap and lay your head on his shoulder, breathing into his neck while you feel his heavy breathing slowly fade. The two of you stay together like that, motionless, his spent but still rigid d**k still lodged fully up inside your pus*y.

After sitting like that for a while, you begin to kiss Rhett’s neck, and he softly caresses all over your skin. You face each other and can’t resist another make-out session, deeply exploring each other’s mouths. Finally you decide to separate, looking down at his soft d**k, delighted to see that the loosely-fitting c0nd0m is filled with a healthy gob of semen. “Looks like you made a mess in there,” you say, pointing. “Don’t move, be right back.”

You bounce into the kitchen, grab a few paper towels and wet them slightly, then return to your lover. After wiping yourself between your legs just to make sure your juices aren’t going anywhere, you kneel in front of him. Placing a couple of paper towels under his balls, you pull the c0nd0m off carefully, making sure to squish all the contents inside. You wipe off his scrotum and shaft and glans so that his semen doesn’t drip onto your couch. You tie up the c0nd0m, leaving the warm liquidy goo inside, holding it up for you both to examine, pinching and squishing it around, making you giggle.

“What?” Rhett asks. You sense he’s nervous or embarrassed or something.

“Oh, nothing, it’s just… I think it’s so hot that you did this inside of me, that’s all.”

You place his used c0nd0m on the table with the rest of his stuff, and Rhett wipes himself some more, then wipes you some more as you return to him. You sit sideways against him on the couch, legs draped over him, as you talk for a while, some about what just happened, some about other stuff. You talk about what other things he might want to do sexually, you know, just out of curiosity, of course. “Um, I have a list,” he tells you. You look at him quizzically. “That’s not weird, is it?”

“A little. But weird is good. I like a man who knows what he wants.”

“I’ll share it with you some time. As for tonight… I told you I thought you’d be tons of fun,” he tells you, and you smile. “I was right! That was… really… amazing. Thank you.”

“And thank you. Seriously, I’ve wanted to do you for a while.” Then you add, “and calling my name during s*x was a nice touch. Bonus points for that.”

As you continue to talk, you get to the topic about what the future might hold. “Just so we agree on stuff…” he starts. You agree on some ground rules. No emotional attachments are expected; you won’t expect each other to continue (but would like to), and won’t get hurt if the other cuts things off. You appreciate that he trusts you enough to know that you’re not going to be a psycho b!tch and ruin his life if things go sideways. Being discreet is top priority above passion or silliness; therefore, no quickies at parties or videos or anything.

“Speaking of,” he continues. “I’ve thought of a way to communicate, um, discreetly.”

“Oh?” You’re curious.

“I have a special email address that no one knows about, that I use for logins to stuff that I want to be super secret. I know it’s not as instant as texting, but we could communicate through email.”

“Ooooh, that’s pretty sneaky. You seem to have thought this through.”

“Yeah… I just wouldn’t want to risk forgetting to delete texts, or emptying deleted messages, same with phone call logs, just in case Avalon happened upon stuff in one of our phones or computers.”

“Ooooh, like we’re secret agents. How do I get your classified email address? Do you write it down and I memorize it, then eat the paper? You know, burning it leaves ashes.”

He laughs. “I like the way you think. We could do it now, and you don’t have to eat anything.”

You agree, and you head toward your computer. He stops along the way to put on his boxers, and you leave your clothes where they are so that you can get some much sexier panties. Digging through the drawer in your bedroom, you find the right ones, and then find a cute skimpy little top, which doesn’t match, but who is going to care?

Rhett helps you set up a secret email address with one of those free email services, nothing fancy. Of course, in a special new browser window that doesn’t leave cookies or history. He guides you to send him a test, then he logs on to his email and there it is!

“So now, we can communicate… it might be slow, but we can plan stuff if we want to.”

“Hmmm,” you say. “So if I’m home by myself, I shouldn’t email you saying I’m horny and need to be fu**ed right now, and expect you to show up in ten minutes?”

“Ha ha. No, I don’t think it would work that way.”

“But if I email you saying I have the day off work one day next month, and would like a nooner, we could maybe plan to do that?”

“I think you’re getting the idea.”

It’s not late, but it is time for Rhett to leave. He wants to be home soon because he knows Avalon will be calling or texting some time, and you both agree this isn’t the time to push your luck. He puts on his wrinkled shirt, which you laugh at, and the rest of his clothes. He is sooo discreet that he even figures out what to do about the slow cooker. Since there’s a possibility that his wife would be suspicious if he returned it alone with you, he’ll take it back with him again.

Just as he’s leaving, he holds you close. “So, not to presume anything, but, I’d like to see you again.”

“Is tomorrow too soon?” you ask, almost before he finishes.

“Oh, um… let me check my schedule and I’ll get back to you.” You think he’s being silly, but he really doesn’t immediately say his schedule is clear like you thought he would. “How about… I email you later?”

You kiss each other bye, and you let him out. He takes the c0nd0m with him, wrapped it up in a paper towel to dispose of it discreetly.

“Wow, I just totally fu**ed Rhett,” you tell yourself out loud. You go back to watching your show, but can’t really get into it because you keep playing your s****l encounter over again in your mind.

Finally, it’s time for bed… past time. You are really sleepy as you crawl into bed, thinking maybe you’re extra tired from the, um, workout earlier. You are just curious enough about the email thing, and decide to look just in case, not expecting anything. But there is a new one waiting for you, so you open it eagerly. Rhett wrote something sweet about tonight’s tryst, and is pleased to announce that his schedule is free for tomorrow night, so he would like to see you. He also includes the list he talked about, prefacing it by saying that he doesn’t expect you to want to do everything on here, with him or otherwise, and it’s just to give you an idea, not a plan of action or anything.

Up at the top, he’s crossed out a few things (like he’s just getting started on a s****l bucket list), causing you to replay in your mind the escapades of earlier tonight. As you read through the list, you giggle at some and gasp at others. There are some things here that you don’t think you could ever do, not even with Rhett. Some might require a measure of alcohol. You’re going to have to look up a couple since you don’t know what they even mean, and it looks like if you do progress, he’s going to be teaching you some things! Various outdoor and public scenarios; a variety of positions described; threesomes; moresomes; toys and other ‘aids’; food with various degrees of messiness; restraint; role-playing; voyeurism. You can think of some things that are curiously absent — you wonder if those aren’t interesting to him or if he just missed them.

You finish reading, log off, and jump back into bed. As you lie there on your back, your mind adds some details to a couple of dirty activities that got your attention toward the top of Rhett’s list. You push the sheets off of you and bunch them around your feet. Lowering your panties to your thighs and pushing your top up over your ti**ies, you begin to masturbate while fantasizing about what might be crossed off the list after tomorrow night. But there will still be plenty left undone. If Avalon doesn’t get her sh!t together, you’ll be fu**ing her husband for years!

The End