The Affair Continues 6

[Ma****]

The aerobics instructor sat topless beside her boyfriend, her hand still slowly stroking his thick, cock, still in his pants with slick, glistening glides. Her heavy breasts rose and fell in his kneading hands, nipples stiff and aching. Her pussy throbbed desperately, soaked and clenching with need.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, breathing ragged. His voice was low and husky:
“You sure you want to?”
She stared into his eyes for a long moment, heart hammering with guilt. My husband is home right now… trusting me. The shame burned hot, but the aching emptiness between her legs won.
“Yes,” she whispered, voice trembling but certain. “I’m sure.”

He kissed her deeply one more time, then stood and took her hand. She let him lead her down the short hallway to the dark apartment bedroom, her bare breasts swaying heavily with each step, leggings still soaked between her thighs.
Once inside, all their clothes came off in a heated rush. She ***led her damp high-waisted leggings down her powerful legs, kicking them aside. He stripped the rest of the way.

For the first time, they stood completely naked in front of each other.

The petite busty aerobics instructor stood naked facing her naked gym boyfriend in the dark city apartment bedroom, the only light coming from the orange glow of a streetlamp filtering through the half-open blinds. It cast long, dramatic stripes of warm light and deep shadow across their naked bodies.
They were seeing each other completely naked for the very first time. Both nervously and sexually aroused.
She felt intensely ***. Her powerful, sweat-glistened aerobics trained body was fully exposed — full, heavy tits hanging naturally with their weight, looking even larger nude, wide dark areolas puckered tight, thick nipples stiff from nerves and arousal. Her toned yet soft stomach led down to wide hips and thick, powerful thighs still slightly shiny from her evening class. Between her legs, her hairy pussy was visibly swollen and glistening, a thin trail of her arousal already beginning to run down her inner thigh.

He stood just a few feet away, drinking her in. His own body was strong and masculine in the striped streetlight — broad shoulders, defined chest, and a very obvious, rock-hard erection jutting upward. His thick cock throbbed visibly in the dim light, the swollen head shiny with precum, veins standing out along the shaft. It curved slightly upward, pointing toward her as if already seeking her body.

For a long moment they just stood there, facing each other naked, breathing the same charged air. The distant hum of the city drifted up from the street below. Her heart nervously hammered wildly.
He’s seeing everything… every inch of me, she thought, a deep flush spreading across her chest and neck. If my husband ever knew I was standing here naked, pussy wet, staring at another man’s hard cock…
The streetlight caught the curve of her heavy breasts and the slick shine between her thighs as she took one hesitant step closer. He reached out slowly, his hands settling on her waist, then sliding up to cup the undersides of her full tits, lifting them gently as if testing their weight. She shivered at the contact, a soft exhale escaping her lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, voice low and rough. He thought, Her tits are are even bigger nude.
She looked down between them at his throbbing erection, then back up into his eyes. Her nipples tightened even more under his palms.

The nervous energy between them crackled as they stood there, naked and exposed in the striped city light, hearts racing, bodies aching for what was about to happen.