Forbidden Embrace — Part 4
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I pursued Donna into the living room. As I stepped barefooted into the room, my feet sank into the plush carpet and a cozy warm feeling conquered my senses. Maximus was relaxing in an easy chair. He stood up as I strolled into the room. He gazed me up and down, taking in my wanton dress for the special night, then spoke very politely, “Howdy Angelika, you look dazzling and ravishing tonight.”
“Thanks, Maximus,” I answered shyly.
“Would you like some snacks, or juices, or coffee, or some wine or anything?” Donna assumed her role as a sweet and hospitable hostess as she asked me.
The environment in the room appeared to be tense and I understood that she was just attempting to make the environment as neighborly and friendly as possible. Even Donna’s facial expressions exhibited underlying anxiousness, excitement, and thrill. It was a peculiar combination of these expressions and even I couldn’t deny mine as well.
“I believe that there is no reason for slowing things down by having some snacks or drinks. Most importantly, the more time I spend relaxing, I might question myself again and change.” I responded in a husky tone.
Perhaps, Donna could have sensed my anxiety and excitement as well.
“Thanks, Donna for asking, but let’s simply start our game as Harold is eagerly waiting for my return”, I concluded.
As the words escaped from my lips I tuned in to myself and maybe it was not me that was talking, but someone else.
“Alright then, we are well aware of why you are here”, Donna said. “Upstairs then, shall we?”
I nodded my head in acknowledgment and she walked to the stairs leading to their bedroom. Maximus immediately pursued her and I tailed them both upstairs to their huge master bedroom. Even though I had been in their home frequently in the past, Donna had never had a reason to show me their bedroom before. When we were in the room Donna calmly relaxed herself down in an armchair which was placed in the corner of their room. I was unsure whether this seat was always there or whether it had been specifically set there only for tonight’s euphoric occasion. Maximus and I stood facing each other at the doorstep. I was trembling with excitement like a leaf in a whirlwind, practically unsure of what to do next. The AC in the room was making it worse as the atmosphere felt unbearably cold, and I could feel my fingers and toes freezing. When Maximus grasped my hand, a soothing, warm sensation enveloped my hands, and it was so welcoming. Gradually, he led me toward the bed, and when we stopped, I felt chills down my spine, shivering my entire body. I was absolutely out of words, not knowing what to do or say to one another. It practically resembled two teenagers out on a first date with one another. I could feel Maximus’s eyes devouring my chest as he gazed at my hard nipples stressing against the fabric of my blouse.
I looked directly into his eyes and asserted, “I need you, Maximus. Please fuck me!” Shit, did I say that to a man, another man, in fact, outside my marital bonds?
My words appeared to stir Maximus enthusiastically, and he ventured forward and embraced me. His hands came down behind me and rubbed my perfectly shaped ass as he kissed me. As his tongue pushed its way into my mouth, he took some rapid turns between kissing me and delicately teething the side of my neck. I guessed he too, was burning in wild lust as he seemed somewhat erratic in his approach. As we kissed I felt his erection pressing against my stomach. Indeed, he felt very hard. By that time, I had almost forgotten that Donna was in the same room watching our intensely wild actions, as all of my attention was on the young hunky man who despite being seven years younger embraced me in undisguised lust and libido.
Maximus was a good kisser, but after a few moments, I broke off from his passionate impulsive kisses and knelt before him. I could see the state of his erection straining against the fabric of his trousers. Effortlessly I unfastened his thin, costly cowhide belt, undid his trouser hook, and allowed them to slip to the floor along with gravity. I could hear my heart beating like bass drums when I saw the mammoth mass forming in his crotch. I immediately pulled his briefs down. As I did so his enormous shaft sprang free from the captivity of his briefs. Maximus, in a thoughtless impulse, flicked the briefs from his ankles with his feet and stripped off his shirt. He was now standing, totally naked before me. His pole was vibrating noticeably all around at per my facial height, and it was rock solid. I was almost hypnotized by the pole throbbing with excitement and wild lust and it undoubtedly seemed much longer and thicker than my husband’s, surely Maximus was a complete hunk.
“Oh my God, Angelika there is no way you’re going to fit that in your pussy,” I told myself.
I leaned forward and took the bulbous head of his shaft into my mouth. I had to open my lips wider than usual and strived hard to fit in.
“Angelika just look at his huge balls. Wonder how much juice that massive sack contains for your husband’s pie?” Lecherous thoughts conquered my senses as I sensed my pussy dripping wet.
“Do I want this to happen?” I again asked myself.
Maximus’s hand grabbed my hair as my lips and mouth enveloped his erection. His hardness appeared to throb in my mouth as I encircled it with my lips. I could taste a lovely salty taste as I churned my tongue around the free skin at the head of his shaft. Delicately I facilitated a greater amount of his length into my mouth and bobbed my head back and forth on his length. Maximus delicately pushed his hips forward as his manhood slid all through my mouth.
It was a little uncomfortable for me to kneel on the floor as my knees ached considerably from my wild, mouthful ministrations. So I broke off from sucking his shaft and stood up on my feet. I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it from my shoulders immediately. My bra was exhibited. My bosoms swung free as they were freed from the dark glossy silk material. I was quick to unclip the short black skirt from my waist and after that slipped my dark panties down so that I could be completely naked with Maximus. When he held his hand out, I understood that he wanted me to hand over my panties. I handed over the moistened material to Maximus and was astonished when he tossed them over to the chair where Donna was relaxing. That was the moment when it popped up in my mind that Donna was observing us throughout. My cheeks burned in embarrassment. But when I sensed a cold sensation in between my legs flowing down my inner thighs, it felt so incredibly great. I was now burning with wild lust.
“Is it so hot when someone watches you in wild action?” I asked myself.
I looked in sheer amazement as Donna got my panties and I was shocked to watch that she brought them up to her nose and breathed in deeply at the extremely moist gusset.
Since I was naked, Maximus nearly pushed me on my back onto their marital bed. He positioned himself over me and took one of my hard nipples into his mouth. He then took turns sucking my nipples and nibbling on them both until they were swollen and purple. My nipples had turned out to be extremely sensitive and his fervent endeavors were making my pussy wet. I felt Maximus suck and nibble to my left bosom, and sensed that his insatiable lust and uncontrolled efforts were moistening my rosebuds excessively. Although Maximus was rough, the seductive ministrations of his tongue and lips on my breasts were making my nipples erect and so hard. I was too lost in the world of my ecstasy and nothing mattered to me at that moment as I just desperately wished to be ravished like a woman.
I heard, Maximus state “You have impressive tits and a lot bigger than Donna’s. Such juicy and tasty tits you have. I could suck them on all day. MMMM! I can sense your body likes this Angelika. Have you ever experienced wild rough sex?”
With Maximus being so rough, it was making my whole body tingle, and receiving these pleasures from another man other than Harold, was making it extremely hard for me to control my reactions to his touch.
“No. Harold was never this rough to me. He’s a loving and gentle husband.” I answered.
“Let’s see which way you like Angelika. I’m going to fuck you like a real man, unlike the gentle ways of your hubby.” Maximus sneered.
After caressing and ravishing my bosoms and nipples with his teeth and lips Maximus moved down the bed until his face was settled in between my legs. I could feel his hot breath on the smooth tissue of my pussy. I closed my eyes as sensational impulses conquered my mind. I felt him push my knees wide apart. Ecstatic impulses of mine assisted him by spreading my legs and raising them upwards. My wet pink rosebuds were exhibited wide open for his treatment as per his wishes. All of a sudden I felt his tongue invading in between my smooth and juicy pussy lips. Conquered by overwhelming lust and greedy temptations, Maximus profoundly explored my pink wet cavity with his savage tongue. Maximus licked from the puckered little star of my butt hole upwards towards my clit. Waves after waves of savage lust crashed onto my lush body as goosebumps coursed all across my naked skin. Under a sensational impulse of ecstasy, when I opened my eyes and looked down my body between my ample chest mounds, I saw the top of his head between my legs performing all the oral ministrations. It felt so brilliant to be worshipped like a goddess. He licked, sucked, and salivated on my glory hole as his tongue scoured here and there my wet slit and circled my hardened little clit. I utilized my fingers to roll my nipples between my thumb and fingers. The sensations between my legs were superb and I perceived the indications of an approaching climax.
I looked aside and saw that Donna was all the while sitting in the chair, but had stripped off her short miniskirt. They were resting on her ankles and she seemed not wearing any panties. She was perhaps consumed by the unbridled lust as she watched her husband devouring my wet cunt. It was a fevered and unrestrained itch too potent and alcoholic for her to deny. As a result, she was diving two fingers deep into her shaved and bare pussy as she watched her husband eating me out. In her other hand, Donna was holding my panties to her nose. When Donna discovered me investigating her actions, she grinned deviously and winked.
Maximus was focusing on licking my clit now. His tongue was scouring all over and all around it in a firm and rhythmic roundabout movement. By now, I was cinching my thighs firmly around his head. He had probably detected that I was edging a climax. He enhanced the tempo and pressure of his tongue on my rosebuds and it was not long before I let out a long wild beast moan as a dazzling climax washed over me. I never knew that I would squirt love juices, and squirting I did big time. And I squirted all over Maximus’s face as I raised my hips and ground it into his tongue and lips as he fucked my married cunt with it. Maximus tenderly flicked his tongue over my clit as I whimpered and I quieted down from my climax.
“Looks like you like being eaten out. And it seems your pussy is well lubricated for I want to be inside of this squirting pussy,” Maximus asserted.
“Oh my God, that was the most powerful orgasm I had experienced in recent times.” I acknowledged.
“Are you ready Angelika? Are you ready for a cocky ride? After all, that’s what you’re here for tonight, aren’t you?” Maximus sneered.
I was so conquered with wild lust that I could only nod in response.
