The Affair Continues 5

[Ma****]

All the weak “Not tonight…” whispers had finally crumbled. The guilt over her husband waiting at home was still there — sharp and ***ful — but it was no longer enough to stop her. Lust had won.
She broke the deep, messy kiss, breathing hard against his mouth, her hand still slowly pumping his throbbing cock through his pants. Her voice came out low, shaky, and husky with need:
“…Do, do you have a condom?”

It seemed to take forever for him to answer.
Her heart hammered in her chest. The longer the silence stretched, the more nervous and desperate she became. “Say something… please say you have one, she thought, guilt and lust twisting violently inside her. If he doesn’t, I should stop right now. I’m already too far gone.”

The words hung between them, heavy with finality. A fresh wave of shame washed over her face even as she said it, but she didn’t stop stroking him. Her hips kept rolling, pressing her dripping, aching pussy forward as if her body was already begging for what her mouth had just asked for.

He finally exhaled, eyes dark with lust as he looked at her flushed face and the way her hand was eagerly working his cock through his pants.
“I don’t,” he admitted, voice low and rough. “I wasn’t expecting this tonight.”
The words hit her like a shock. For a split second she froze, hand still wrapped tightly around him. Fresh guilt crashed over her — No condom… I can’t. I’m married. I should stop right now and go home to my husband…

The petite busty aerobics instructor’s hand froze mid-stroke for half a second as his words sank in — no condom.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. The responsible, married part of her screamed to stop, to get up, to go home to her husband. — no condom. But her body was burning.
Breathlessly she moaned, voice husky and trembling with desperate need:
“That’s ok…”
The words slipped out before she could stop them, low and shaky, almost a whimper. A fresh wave of shame flooded her cheeks, but it only made her pussy clench harder, leaking even more into her already soaked leggings.

Oh god… I’m really going to do this, we’re fucking tonight. I didn’t plan for this. Skin on skin, bareback, she thought, heart pounding. I’m going to let him fuck me raw now while my husband is home waiting…
Her hand tightened around his cock through his pants, rubbing and stroking a little faster, her heavy tits still heaving in his groping hands, nipples rock-hard and hypersensitive. Her soaked pussy fluttered again, another trickle of arousal soaking through her leggings as the last of her resistance quietly dissolved.

[se****]

God damn that really got my cock throbbing