I had the best fuck I'd ever had from a cheater.

I was sure that he was an opportunist. Every step was a squeak when I put my feet on the stairs. The stairs were narrow and curving up.

His breath was soft over my neck.

Normally, I don't even think about dating a man married to my sexual organs. The morals of my life were something that I'd always adhered to and I was proud of it.

Everything went out of the window, even with him in the vicinity. My morals, my common sense, my panties.

Yes, my pants were literally blown out of the windows once.

We'd been in my home. He lifted me up and set me on the window. The whole thing was an intense rush of enthusiasm.

After I sat down in the bed, my husband began pulling my panties over my legs. I believe he was trying to place them on my lap however he used a bit too much energy in his move.

My panties flew over my window, and then onto the street.

As I consider it, it was probably not an ideal situation to be sucked into the open windows.

I didn't care at the time but I was a bit numb. We'd fallen in one another's arms and laughed.

The sound of his voice transported me back to my current day. He murmured behind me something.

"Sorry?" I said and I turned my head to look at him.

With him in front and one step ahead of my height, we stood nearly the same in height. He moaned.

"Darling You smell amazing. You look gorgeous. God I'm just gonna meet you right here."

There was a certain way of his personality that always made me feel sexually attractive by his words. Wanted. Desired.

I can't resist a cheater that wants me as much as he desires

It's probably why I could not resist him, even when he was cheating.

The majority of men do not allow their desires to shine like a lighthouse. Each time I thought I was done, I was able to find ways to get back.

He wrapped his hands on my waist and began bringing me closer to him. He radiated heat from his body and warmed me.

It was hot outside, and even more so in the stairwell that was narrow, in which the air was still.

A few drops of sweat fell across my forehead. Refraining from the temptation to wipe them away I kept my eyes to the man instead.

I played with his hair. The hair was scruffy and thick. It fell on his face, lengthwise and went all the way to his ears.

The dim light of the stairs made his eyes appear likeblack. He groaned a second time.

A hand was moving across my back , as the other pulled my hair with the other.

With his hands full of hair He pulled my neck back and laid his head down.

Kissing. Biting. Licking.

I was conscious that I could be a victim of someone's walk either way or down to the staircase at any time. But I was still begging me to pull my pants down and kiss me on the wall.

While we were friends we would get a fuck whenever we felt the need to.

We didn't care much whether we were in the open. In a filthy bathroom at the rock club; an elevator that took you to a penthouse in the most luxurious hotel; or an alleyway that had bricks in my back - we'd go anywhere.

The images from the lift flashed in front of my eyes. I was wearing a very short dress.

The moment he clicked the button to go to the 34 floor, his middle finger was in my pantyhose.

He was leaning into my ear, "You have 34 floors to climb."

Cumming just prior to the Ping

Luckily, it was an old art deco structure with an elevator that was slow.

The finger he was holding was aware of my clit and knew precisely what it required.

In my head I could visualise the veneers of maple as well as the gold railings that I stuck to as my feet were shaking. I was looking at the floor's indicator.

It was a complex panel with swirling patterns likely composed of brass.

The floor buttons flashed each time we crossed the floor. The floor buttons counted either up or down in the case of my exhale. 27, 28, 29...

As my moans grew faster, he moved his body closer to me and asked me to go to his side for him.

The moment the lights on the screen at 32, 33 and lit up, I felt the midst of a rush of joy.

He sat in the back, looking at me, giving me a serious smile. The elevator's door opened with the sound of a "ping" as he slid his middle finger into his mouth to let me lick my belly.

I could feel him fiddling with my button jeans and my thoughts were again in the stairwell. Just half a floor before we arrived at my home. My jeans were right around my ankles.

He turned around and I was in front of the wall. My hands were resting against the wall, just over my head. The decor was dry and old hanging off the wall.

I was wet because that he was cheating

My finger was in his pussy. It was a shock to realise the way I was wet with him. The knowledge that we'd done something wrong , made me even more wet.

We know that we shouldn't be fucking in my staircase. Believing I shouldn't offend someone who cheats. My pussy juices ran across my thigh.

Then he suddenly pushed me in the. His cock filled me. My body crashed to the ground with every attack.

It was an intense experience.

He fisked me more quickly than he's ever fucked me before.

My face was against the wall as I smelled the old wood that was hidden behind the wallpaper that was deteriorating.

With a couple of jerky movements and a loud groan and a loud groan, he threw his crotch deep into me. It was a surprisingly rapid and quick shot.

I turned around , and we stared at each other as we sat panting.

His cum began dripping off my pussy, and then down my legs. He pulled my panties upwards to catch the cum by them.

"Lube to the next game," he said and smiled at me.