Almost.
Except the real thing was here.
He opened his eyes and let himself finally see what was undoubtedly – as he had known it would be – the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen.
His wife’s.
Wasting not a second further, Sean buried his face between Cherry’s legs.
It was everything he had imagined and more. Soft, slick and monumentally swollen. For him.
She cried out. He swiped his tongue over her clit, then round it and back again, repeating and repeating until she segued from moaning hard to noises that could not be described in words but which sent shockwaves through his balls, and his hand to his cock again, the need dire.
Palming himself while he sucked and licked at her soaking-wet core, Sean knew that when Cherry came, it would catapult him over the edge. And he needed her to go there so badly because, although he never wanted this to end, the pleasure was next to torment, and he desperately needed to release everything building since the moment he’d met her.
He worked his tongue inside Cherry, over her, flicking, licking, sucking. She bucked and writhed into him, straddling her legs wider so he could get in deeper, give her more, see every pink and swollen crevice.
It was the stuff of his fantasies. But better. So much better.
‘Get back on the barrel, Cher, and spread these legs wider for me.’
She jumped up, legs parting for him.
‘Wider. Show me it all.’
And she did, every slick, glistening, swollen moment of her.
‘That’s it. God, you’re perfect. Let me fuck you.’
‘Keep sucking my pussy,’ she said. ‘It’s so good.’
Sean wasn’t about to argue. This could be the starter. He fell to her again.
The sounds they made together filled and heated the warehouse – her needy moans, his uninhibited grunts as he buried his face deep in her, lost and unleashed – until her legs shook, her whole body capitulated, and her climax ravaged her.
‘Oh, oh, oh, fuck, oh, Sean. Yes! Oh God!’
At that moment, Cherry’s arousal lush on his lips, Sean fisted himself hard and fast, the sound of her orgasm driving out his own – wild, savage, unstoppable – bringing a hot primal rush of cum shooting out, over his hand and onto the stone warehouse floor.
The best day at work, ever.
‘Sean, that was incredible.’ Cherry zipped up her jeans and adjusted her breasts back into the cups of her bra.
‘Aye, it was.’ Why did this feel like there was a ‘but’ hovering in the air?
She pulled her t-shirt on but didn’t say anything more. And perhaps it was the stillness after an evening of constant motion in a place where normally all he heard were male voices, but suddenly Sean was acutely attuned to her frequency. As he replayed what had just happened between them, something struck him. Something she’d said.
‘Cherry, can I ask you something?’
‘Of course.’
He stepped towards her. ‘Answer me honestly, please. Did you not want to go all the way because of the stupid marriage annulment?’
She didn’t even need to reply. The widening of her eyes to deer-like proportions at his question told him everything. Still, he slung his polo shirt over the crook of his elbow and waited.
‘It complicates things, doesn’t it?’ she said. ‘Not just legally. Emotionally.’
‘And what we did here keeps things simple?’
