Fucking My AP While My Father-in-Law Slept Above Us in the Guest Room (Part 3)
Once you’ve tasted forbidden fruit and experienced new heights of eroticism and physical intimacy, it’s as addictive as any powerful drug.
Fifteen minutes later, Jessica walked into the basement with a huge smile on her face. She was wearing khaki capris, a white t-shirt with a tiny black cardigan sweater, along with her black Converse.
She walked over to me with a giant smile and threw her arms around me. We kissed, and I felt her hand lunge masterfully between my legs to press her palm and fingers against my cock, which was idling at full strength.
“Baby, I want — -” she said, way too loud.
“SHHHHH, baby. Sarah’s father is asleep directly above us!” I said as quietly as I could, pointing directly above us.
“Are you fucking serious??” she whispered too loudly.
I kissed her, then took her hand and escorted her into my studio.
The studio was small but had a small loveseat. I had the lights dimmed to candlelight level, and we sat next to each other.
“I can’t stay long because Jason has been blowing me up for the past two hours, but I had to see you,” she said as she took off her sweater.
I said nothing but put my hands on her cheeks and gently and slowly kissed her.
I loved kissing her. It was so intimate, so perfect. Every movement of our mouths and tongues felt so good. I loved the texture of her saliva and the way it felt on my lips.
She reached down and began to rub on my cock through my jeans which set me into action. I reached over to take off her t-shirt and then began to rip off my jeans. She pulled off my Polo shirt and then pulled off her capris and panties.
She quickly got up and turned around to straddle me in the loveseat — to accost me with lusty focus and deliberation.
Without a word, she slowly lowered herself perfectly on my cock (she was so wet!), sending shockwaves all over me.
We kissed with a hungry ferocity as she began to fuck me with an intensity that was somehow greater than the other times we’d fucked before. She felt so fucking amazing and looked so hot, so sexy. I sucked on her nipples and slapped her ass a few times as I could feel her getting closer and closer to climaxing.
Jessica — at least with me — was quick to climax each time we had sex. We fit together so well, and surely that helped, but it was crazy how, within 25–30 cycles of in and out/thrust and grind, she would erupt in orgasmic bliss.
“Fuck, baby, I LOVE fucking your hard cock. I love fucking you, baby. You fuck me so good, baby…fuck me, fuck me…fuck my wet pussy…do you love how my pussy feels on your hard cock?” she asked me in between passionate, wet kisses. The first waves of ecstasy began to fill her abdomen. “Oh my God baby, I’m cumming..fuck, baby….fuck,” she expressed breathlessly.
Jessica began to arch backward as I held her at the small of her back. She was my love goddess, my porn star, my lover, and my love, and to me, the sexiest woman in the history of carnal knowledge. Her tiny, perfect body and perky breasts gleamed in the soft light — a picture etched into my brain forever.
I felt my own orgasm rushing in with nuclear intensity. We both were moaning and doing so with uncontrollable, excessive volume.
Neither of us cared anymore. Come what may.
Our lovemaking was otherworldly and overpowering to us. It was our God, our universe, our reality, and we let go deeply into it as we both came — together — for the first time while my father-in-law lay above us in the guestroom bed.
Jessica leaned into me, her arms around my neck, my cum dripping out of her and onto the loveseat. We kissed slowly and lovingly again. I held her close to me, so happy this woman had somehow entered my life.
“I love you so much, baby,” I told her with a smile.
She smiled back, “I love you too, baby. So much. And I love how you make love to me. I never want this to end ever.”
Ten minutes later, she was on her way home to her husband, and I was in my bed — the bed where I fucked my wife on a fairly regular basis. But I was happy. I knew the chances that Jessica and I would ever be together officially were slim, but I told myself it didn’t matter — that life is about moments and everything happening right NOW.
In the morning, my father-in-law asked, “Were you watching a movie downstairs? Sounded like somebody was killing seals or something….”
I smiled and said, “Yes. It was seals. It was terrible.”
Read the first installment here:
Fucking my Affair Partner While my Father-in-law Slept Above Us in the Guest Room (Part 1)
and part two here:
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