After a few dm’s from you all wanting to hear more about mine and Sarah’s adventures I decided I’ll write one about the first time she contacted me wanting to meet without Mike.

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A few weeks had passed since the fateful threesome, and I'd barely given Sarah a second thought. That was until my phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number. My curiosity piqued, I answered, recognizing the hesitant tone on the other end. "Hey," Sarah said, her voice laced with nervousness. "It's Sarah. Mikes girlfriend..." No introduction was needed; I remembered her all too well. "What can I do for you, Sarah?" I asked, my tone neutral, though my mind was racing with possibilities. The pause on the other end was telling, and I sensed the trepidation in her words when she finally spoke. "I need to see you again."

"Alone," she added, her boldness surprising me. The unspoken implication hung in the air - Mike was not invited. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her daring. "Why?" I probed, testing the waters. Her hesitation was brief, but revealing. "Because I need to feel what I felt that night again." My laugh was low and seductive. "And Mike doesn't deliver?" The silence that followed told me everything. We arranged to meet at a discreet hotel downtown, the secrecy exciting us both. As I awaited her arrival, my anticipation grew. What would happen when Sarah showed up, eager to indulge in forbidden pleasure?

As I get settled into the room the door creaked open, and Sarah slipped inside, her gaze locking onto mine. No words were necessary; the hunger in her expression said it all. I drew her close, our lips colliding in a fierce, passionate kiss. This was different from the previous encounter - this was raw, unbridled lust. I backed her against the wall, my hands roaming beneath her dress, seeking the warmth of her skin. She moaned, arching into my touch, her nails digging into my shoulders as I stroked her clit. Time disappeared as we devoured each other, the thrill of secrecy heightening our arousal. Finally, I hoisted her up, carrying her to the bed where we crashed in a tangle of limbs.

My cock slid deep inside her, and Sarah let out a keening cry, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. I pumped hard, relentless in my pursuit of release. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, punctuated by Sarah's gasps and whimpers. When I finally came, I poured myself into her, flooding her with every last drop. As I withdrew, my seed dripped from her swollen lips, a testament to our illicit union. We collapsed onto the bed, sated but far from satisfied. Sarah's gaze met mine, a spark of defiance flashing in her eyes. "Mike will never know," she whispered, her smile sly. And in that moment, I knew we'd be doing this again.