Sinful Lust

“Jezelle, where are we going?” I asked my gorgeous colleague, Jezelle, as she drove. She had a fight with her husband and wanted me along for a drive to cheer her up.   “You’ll know when we get there,” Jezelle Mills said seductively.   She wore a sexy spaghetti strapped blouse that accentuated her large and firm breasts as they jiggled. I could see her cherry-red n*****s from where I sat.   My heart pounded in excitement and lustful anticipation. She wore a jacket at the office but took it off as she entered the car. She was unencumbered.   I sensed that something amorous was about to happen.   Since our fight six months ago, my wife, Sharon Malik, had passive-aggressively refused to have s*x with me. I could not help but have a hard-on in the presence of such an  alluring woman as Jezelle.   Not only was Jezelle not upset when she noticed me ogling at her boobs, but she bit her lower lip and looked at me suggestively.   The car finally stopped at a location where some of my male colleagues raved was a well-known place for making out in the car.   “Do you know where we are?” Jezelle asked as her eyes sparkled.   “Er… yes…” I nodded shyly.   My heart pounded so hard that it could explode at any moment. During conversations at the office, Jezelle would complain about her husband who she even caught in bed with another woman. From then on, I could sense the bitterness in Jezelle’s eyes.   Jezelle noticed my anxiety and smiled. “What are you scared of? I won’t bite.”   I noticed her hands trembling ever so slightly which revealed that Jazelle was equally nervous beneath that beautiful smile.   At the office, she would blush whenever the colleagues told a dirty joke. She was the most gorgeous and sexy colleague that every man lusts for in their s****l fantasies. Never had I expected that I would one day be able to savor Jezelle’s body.   “I’m not scared! I…” Jezelle’s soft lips pressed against mine before I could complete my sentence. I was immediately enchanted as I tasted her femininity.   “Jezelle… I…”   “Hush, kiss me,” Jezelle said as she climbed onto me. She grabbed the back of my neck, kissed me passionately, and asked, “Like it?”   I nodded and started to feel dizzy as blood rushed to my erecting p***s. Jezelle’s succulent breasts jiggled in front of me and I was about to lose control.   “Yes.” I gulped and started to breathe heavily.   “I’m yours today.” Jezelle moaned and reached for my inner thigh.   I surrendered my body to Jezelle as she looked at me in surprise. “You’re huge!”   “Erm… like it?” I unleashed myself and started to fondle her plump firm breasts.   Eroticism filled the car.   The car was parked along a road and occasionally people would walk by. We could even hear their approaching footsteps.   I was exceedingly nervous. Our naked bodies were intertwined with Jezelle’s slender legs wrapped around my waist. I was thrusting vigorously as the long-missed pleasures coursed within me.   Jezelle nibbled my ear lobe as she whispered, “You’re my only man apart from my husband. Since he cheated on me and I also want him to have a taste of betrayal. Say you love me!”   “I love you!” I uttered and shuddered as we climaxed simultaneously.   Jezelle’s body arched backward, stiffened, and twitched as she relished multiple orgasms. Her snow-white body glistened as her eyelashes flickered and her body jerked with each intense orgasm.   Jezelle leaned into my body and fondled my d**k as she said, “It’s really strange how it was so hard and magnificent a moment ago and now it’s like a soft worm.”   Before I could respond, Jezelle lowered her head and devoured my p***s. I trembled.   Jezelle looked at me sensuously and said, “That loser husband of mine barely f****d me a few times a year and each time he couldn’t even satisfy me, unlike you. He’d rather put his efforts on another woman than to be with me. I hate him. I’m yours today and you can do anything to me…”   Jezelle then climbed into the back seat, kneeled, and raised her ass toward me. “Can you…”   “Can I what?” I followed her to the back seat.   “Spank me,” Jezelle said naughtily.   “Smack!” I spanked her tight ass as she shuddered in pleasure.   “Please.” Jezelle looked hazily toward me.   “Please what…” I caressed Jazelle’s ass.   “Please!” Jezelle blushed as she muttered softly, “f**k me!”   I stuck my rock-hard p***s into her juicy cunt once again and Jezelle immediately moaned erotically. “Yes, just like that, harder, even harder…”   I panted heavily as I collapsed onto her silky body. Jezelle hugged me tightly and wept. “I’ve never done this. You’re my only man apart from my husband. I never expected myself to cheat my husband.”   I kissed her tear-soaked cheeks. This was also the first time I had cheated. It was so thrilling and exciting. I suddenly felt a strange sense of shame surging from within.   After the intense erotic escapade, we dressed and Jezelle sent me home. She looked at me as if she had something on her mind before driving off.   I was unsettled and could not calm down.   I went home with a deep sense of guilt and my knees became wobbly at the thought of seeing Sharon.   When I opened the door, I could smell a hint of perfume in the air. Once I walked to the bedroom door, I saw Sharon laying on the bed posed seductively wearing a sexy nightgown.   “Hubby, why are you so late? I’ve been waiting for you!”   I knew that Sharon was ready to reconcile with me as she smiled radiantly. This was the first time ever that I felt so guilty toward Sharon.   When Sharon started to touch me, I was flabbergasted that I could not keep my d**k up for long. I saw the disappointment in Sharon’s eyes and I was overwhelmed with guilt. I wanted to perform better but I simply could not.   “What’s wrong with you today?” Sharon asked suspiciously.   “Perhaps we have not done it for too long!” I said guiltily.   Raunchy images of my tryst with Jezelle flooded my mind and immediately my d**k stiffened. I then realized that I easily had a hard-on whenever I thought about Jezelle’s tantalizing body.   I led Sharon to the balcony and f****d her hard. It was obvious that Sharon enjoyed it. She used to complain that my moves were limited and boring. Now I knew that Sharon liked to be screwed in kinky locations.   The balcony had a see-through glass railing and we could see cars driving past as we f****d. It was damn thrilling.   I hugged Sharon as she slept that night. This was the first time we slept together since our fight.   Sharon was still asleep when I woke up in the morning. I had my breakfast and saw the post-it tags on the fridge. Sharon’s car needed to be serviced and I planned to do it today since I was on leave.   I went to the garage and felt that something was amiss when I got into her car. The front passenger seat had clearly been moved and there were dried white stains on the seat. It was obvious what had happened. My heart skipped a beat when I realized that Sharon might have cheated on me.