I'm glad you enjoyed reading about my last session with him. It kind of got better from there on. I'm going to try to get him to write the next part because what I heard was amazing and I want to share it with you all.

Here's part 1

Early one morning as I lay there sleeping, he got into my bed. I was curled on my side and he started spooning me and lightly rubbing my arm and shoulder until I woke up. “Good morning” I mumbled to him and snuggled closer. “What time is it?” I asked him. 

He kissed me on the side of my face and bit my earlobe, sticking his tongue inside. I was immediately aroused, losing almost all my sleepiness in an instant. This is normally the fastest way to turn me on so I wasn’t expecting what came next. A panicky feeling dropped hard and deep into my stomach. It wasn’t just panic - it was shame, guilt and horror all mixed together. “Where is she?” I asked him about his wife. 

“It’s 6 am and she just left to go to the gym. I told her I had a headache and wanted to sleep in.” He said while his hands worked on me - pressing on my boobs and rubbing the space between my legs. He started grinding against me, pushing his hardened cock against my ass. Through my feelings of confusion, my lust and desire for married men emerged more powerful and I grabbed his erection by moving my hand behind me. I rubbed his bulge over his cotton boxer shorts, making him groan in my ear. He licked and bit into me more furiously then, up and down my neck and back up on my earlobe. Through the gap in his boxer shorts I freed his cock, squeezing and rubbing it. With my index and middle fingers and my thumb I formed a ring around it and lightly started moving them up and down the length of his shaft. “Ah fuck” he said and started pinching my boobs, making me moan in pain and I felt myself become wetter. My boobs were sensitive that morning. 

Briefly, I took my hand away from him to take off my panties and he too took off his boxers. Then, I guided his cock between my legs and he moved like that - against my glistening pussy, through the gap between my thighs. I love playing with the dick and holding it near my clit and pussy and rubbing myself like that. And that’s exactly what I did, as I became more and more turned on. I turned towards him then and spread my legs a bit more widely and rubbed myself with his dick as I maintained eye contact with him. I told him that I could cum just like that and would like to. With one hand I played with his balls. I angled myself so that with my other hand I could move his throbbing dick against my clit. The whole time I stared into his eyes and moaned as loudly as I wanted to. I could see him being more turned on by this and he started moving against me. He begged me, “Please, please, oh fuck, let me in, I need to go in, take me in.” I kept saying no to him and no matter how he moved, both his dick and my clit were too slick with our wetness to do anything but glide against each other.

I loved the fact that every movement increased my satisfaction and his frustration. His hand was underneath my t-shirt, pumping my breasts furiously and sometimes pinching and twisting my nipples hard. Helpless as he was seeing that I wouldn’t guide him inside me he gave up trying and focused his mouth on my ear, having figured out it was one of my most sensitive spots. He stuck his tongue inside my ear and swirled it around in swift motions, only taking breaks to nibble on my ear. That tipped me over the edge and I was coming. I wasn’t shy to announce it as loudly as felt natural to me. “Ohh, oh I’m coming, fuck, fuck, FUCK, oh I’m coming, I’m coming so hard, ah yes yes yes” I cried and moaned like an injured animal while he humped me like a ravaged dog. I kept moving his cock against me as I felt the waves of euphoria pass over me. 

Finally, I was done and deliberately moved away from him so that I could take a look at his cock. It lay there against his thigh, helplessly twitching and begging for a release. He looked at me sharply and said, “you’re a cruel woman.”

“I’m not actually.” I told him. “I’m going to let you cum any way you want. You can fuck my pussy now - as hard as you like, even though I am done.” He didn’t need to be told twice and nearly pounced on me as he guided his cock inside me and I spread my legs open as wide as possible. He took a moment to adjust himself and slid in as deep as he could as he locked eyes with me. Then he began thrusting into me with a ferocity. While he slammed into me it felt like he was punishing me for torturing him and that aroused me once again. As his eyes clouded over, I could tell that he was simply guided by his monstrous lust and didn’t even see me there. Sure enough, his palm pressed down on my face as though he didn’t want me to see him, didn’t want me to get any pleasure from this. This did not seem enough for him and he grabbed a pillow beside me and held it over my face as he began coming. He kept thrusting as he pumped his load inside me and groaned loudly. I then felt the pressure above me disappear as he collapsed beside me and the pillow moved away from my face.

I saw that his cock was still dripping cum and pulsing, making a mess on the sheets and across our bodies. As I only began to soak in the pleasure of this irresistible situation that we had created for ourselves, the unthinkable happened. Or perhaps it was only unthinkable because we were so far gone in our lust that we had stopped thinking altogether. My friend was standing in the doorway. “What the FUCK is going on here?” she screamed. 

At first, I don't think it even hit him because he kept lying there next to me, as spent as he was. He finally got up, not bothering to hide anything since it was pointless. I uselessly used the bed sheet to cover up a bit as I saw the scene unfurl in front of me. He talked to his wife from right there in my room, standing butt naked and filthy. “This was kind of inevitable don’t you think?” he had the gall to say to her.

Obviously, my friend was mad with rage but thankfully none of it was directed at me, yet at least. He took his wife into their bedroom to talk it out. Shameless as I am, I walked over to the landing and sat outside their room. I listened to everything. How he explained how frustrated he was. How he fucked me out of anger towards her, how all this was just a ploy to get her to see him, make him feel like a man again. None of this angered me, in fact it kind of turned me on. I sat there touching my already wet clit and pussy as I heard them fucking. By the sound of it, he sounded like they enjoyed themselves a lot more than we did. She would come out of this feeling like the winner and I might still have my free room.