The taste of a married cock is so sweet and delicious. It’s addictive. I’ve always wondered why married people cheat, and now I know why.
So, there’s this guy; he has everything. Absolutely everything the hair, the eyes, the pecs, the abs, the package. We flirt on and off. There is even light touching here and there.
For example, I was sitting at the dinner table with my family, and he sat beside me. He glanced at me a bit then winked. Then he slid his hand onto my thigh and started to rub my clit and play with my soaking wet pussy. He is the perfect amount of naughty and kinky.
There is only one problem; he just married my sister.
So here I am, at their wedding sitting all alone, while I watch them dance their first dance together. But I have a naughty little plan. When he steps away to use the restroom, he and I are going to have a little dance of our own.
Finally, he was alone. I snuck into the men’s restroom then turned off the lights. He asked who I was, but I ignored him. I simply slid over to where he was and pulled him closer to me. He laughed and put his arms around my waist.
I kissed him hard on the lips; he smells so damn good like a mix of spices and strong cologne. My pussy was already dripping and craving his married cock. I felt his perfectly shaped mushroom head poke at me through his pants. So, I slid my hand into his boxers and started stroking his yummy, juicy man meat.
His moans were so sweet to hear, like a sweet melody to my ears.
I could hear him fumbling with his pants. I heard the buttons hit the floor. So, I pulled my red silk panties down then hiked up my purple plum dress. I could feel his raw cock against my leg.
He pulled me hard against him, then picked me up and set me on the counter. He was so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck. His cock teased the entrance to my pussy. It begged to be inside of me. He kissed me again and stuck his warm, wet tongue into my mouth.
He tasted of whiskey, a real man’s drink. I tangled my tongue with his, then spread my legs open wide and grabbed his hips, pulling him into me. His steaming hot cock slid perfectly into my tight little cunt. I moaned in pleasure as he pushed himself further inside of me.
The smell of sweat and sex filled the room as the moans echoed throughout it.
Nothing mattered at all while he was inside me, thrusting and grunting. His body felt so good pressed against mine. It felt so right for his married cock to be inside me.
I bit my lip hard, trying to fight back a loud moan, but it was no use. He felt so damn orgasmic inside me. I moaned loudly as he thrust harder and faster. I could feel that oh so familiar warm tingling sensation building up. I yell for him to fuck me harder, and he does.
Finally, just as I finish, his rock-hard married cock pulsates hard as a creamy, steamy, river of cum fills my pussy up completely. He came so hard; my pussy was gushing with both his and my own cum.
I made his married cock mine!
I kissed him hard on the lips one last time before untangling my legs from his waist. Then I fixed my dress then walked out of the room before he could figure out who I was.
I sat back down at my table, smiling. My sister came up to me and gave me a big hug. Her eyes were filled with happy tears, unknowing of what I just did to her husband’s married cock. I had turned him into a cheater, allowing him one taste of the good stuff, and like any addict, he will be back begging for more.
I congratulated her as her husband came back out of the restroom. He had made sure to make himself look perfect as always. He kissed her on the cheek, then whispered in her ear and smiled. My sister’s face turned pale as she excused herself, now knowing that the man she had just married was a cheater.
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