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3 long weeks have now gone, and I had thought about Sandra every day. the scary part was that I also thought about her when me and Jenny had sex, I simple could not get Sandra out of my head.

Again it Jennys father was away, and again Jenny should go to the work this morning.

As Jenny kissed me goodbye and headed off to work, I felt a familiar mix of anticipation and guilt stirring in my stomach, but I at this moment I did not really care. I knew I should leave, go home and avoid temptation. But my feet seemed to have a mind of their own as they carried me downstairs.

Sandra was in the kitchen, wearing a silky robe that clung to her curves. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. “Well, good morning handsome,” she purred. “I was hoping you’d come down.”

I swallowed hard. “Sandra, I… we need to talk about what happened.”

She sauntered over, a predatory gleam in her eye. “Talk? Is that really what you want to do?”… “Do you don’t think I have notice how you have looked on me after that lovely morning?”

“I have thinking about you, and I really want to go the whole way this time” Sandra whispered.

Before I could respond, she pressed her body against mine, her lips finding that sensitive spot just below my ear.

My resolve crumbled as Sandra’s lips trailed down my neck. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t resist any longer. My hands found her waist, pulling her closer as I captured her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Sandra moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair. She pressed her hips against mine, and I could feel the heat of her body through the thin silk of her robe.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” she breathed against my lips. “Imagining what it would be like to feel you inside me.”… “Even when I had sex with my husband” she smiled.

Her words sent a jolt of desire through me. I groaned, my hands roaming over her curves. “Sandra, we shouldn’t…”

But even as I protested, I was already untying her robe. It fell open, revealing her naked body underneath. Her skin was smooth and tanned, her breasts full and inviting. I cupped them gently, feeling their weight in my hands as I brushed my thumbs over her hardening nipples. Sandra arched into my touch with a soft moan.

“Oh God, I’ve wanted this for the last 3 weeks,” she breathed, her hands frantically working to undo my belt.

I knew we should stop, that this was a line we couldn’t uncross. But all rational thought fled as Sandra’s hand slipped into my boxers, wrapping around my already hard cock.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” she purred, stroking me slowly. “I can’t wait to feel you stretching me open.” “Come we go upstairs.”

I followed Sandra upstairs, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and guilt. We entered her bedroom, and she turning around standing before me completely naked. I drank in the sight of her curves, my arousal overwhelming any remaining hesitation.

Sandra pulled me close, kissing me deeply as her hands roamed my body, quickly divesting me of my remaining clothes. We fell onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and heated skin.

“I need you inside me,” Sandra moaned, spreading her legs invitingly.

I positioned myself between her thighs, the head of my cock brushing against her wet entrance. With a groan, I slowly pushed inside, feeling her tight heat envelop me inch by inch.

Sandra gasped, her nails digging into my back. “Oh god, you’re so big,” she panted.

I paused, fully sheathed inside her, giving us both a moment to adjust. The sensation was incredible – she was so tight and hot around me. I started to move slowly, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in.

Sandra moaned loudly, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. “Yes, just like that,” she breathed. “Fuck me hard.”

I increased my pace, driving into her with powerful thrusts. The bed creaked beneath us as our bodies moved together in a frenzied rhythm. Sandra’s breasts bounced with each thrust, and I couldn’t resist leaning down to take a nipple in my mouth, sucking and nibbling gently.

“Oh fuck, yes” Sandra’s cries of pleasure grew louder as I continued to thrust into her, my mouth lavishing attention on her breasts. Her legs tightened around me, urging me deeper with each stroke.

“God, you feel amazing,” I groaned, lifting my head to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.

Sandra’s hands roamed my back, her nails leaving light scratches as she clung to me. “Harder,” she gasped against my mouth. “Fuck me harder!”

I obliged, driving into her with increased force. The headboard began to thud against the wall as our bodies collided repeatedly. Sandra threw her head back, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted, her inner walls clenching around me. “I’m so close!”

I redoubled my efforts, pounding into Sandra with abandon. The room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking – skin slapping against skin, breathy moans, and gasped words of encouragement.

“Oh god, I’m coming!” Sandra cried out, her body tensing beneath me. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. The sensation of her climax triggered my own, and with a guttural groan, I exploded inside her.

We clung to each other, trembling and panting as the intensity of our orgasms slowly subsided. I rolled off to the side, pulling Sandra close as we caught our breath.

“That was incredible,” Sandra murmured, nuzzling into my neck.

As the fog of lust cleared, guilt began to creep in. What had we done? How could I face Jenny after this…

But when Sandra start to kiss me, first slowly and passionated the spark of desire that had barely begun to fade got the guilt melted away quickly, as her tongue playing around in my mouth, exploring and teasing. Her hand trailed down my chest, fingernails lightly scratching a path that made me shiver.

“Mmm,” she hummed against my lips. “Ready for round two already?”

I could feel myself hardening again at her touch, and when Sandra’s hand wrapped around my growing erection, stroking slowly, all guilt towards Jenny was gone.

Sandra pulled away from our kiss and began to lightly lick my chest, playfully teasing me. Sandra’s tongue traced a tantalizing path down my chest, pausing to swirl around each nipple before continuing lower. My breath hitched as she reached my stomach, her hot breath ghosting over my skin.

“I want to taste you,” she purred, looking up at me with desire-darkened eyes.

Before I could respond, Sandra’s mouth engulfed me. I gasped at the sensation of her warm, wet tongue sliding along my length. She took me deep, much deeper then Jenny had ever done, her lips stretching around my girth as she bobbed her head up and down.

“Oh god, Sandra,” I moaned, my hands tangling in her dark hair.

She hummed in response, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through me. Her skilled tongue swirled around the head of my cock before she took me deep again, her throat relaxing to accommodate my size.

After a short while she turned herself around so our both faces was against each others abdomen.

I eagerly pulled her hips towards my face. As she continued her expert oral ministrations, I buried my face between her thighs, inhaling her intoxicating scent before running my tongue along her wet folds.

Sandra moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me. I lapped at her eagerly, savoring her taste as I explored every inch of her with my tongue. Her thighs trembled as I focused on her sensitive clit, alternating between gentle flicks and firm circles.

We pleasured each other with increasing intensity, our moans and gasps muffled but still audible. Sandra’s hips rocked against my face as she took me deeper into her throat. The dual sensations of her hot mouth around my cock and her slick heat against my tongue were overwhelming.

I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke her inner walls as I continued to lick and suck at her clit. Sandra’s body shuddered in response, and she redoubled her efforts on my cock, taking me impossibly deep.

The room filled with the wet sounds of our mutual oral pleasure and muffled moans. I could feel Sandra’s inner walls beginning to flutter around my fingers as her climax approached. Determined to make her come first, I increased the pressure of my tongue on her clit and thrust my fingers faster.

Sandra pulled me away “not yet, I want you inside me again”

she hissed with eyes full of arousal.

She pushed me down on the bed and gave me a long kiss before straddling me and with one hand guiding my hard cock into position.

Sandra slowly lowered herself onto me, her wet heat enveloping my cock inch by inch. We both groaned as she took me fully inside her, her inner walls stretching to accommodate my size.

“God, you feel so good,” Sandra panted, her hands braced on my chest. She began to rock her hips, grinding against me in slow, sensual movements.

I gripped her waist, guiding her motions as she rode me. The sight of her above me, her head thrown back in pleasure and her breasts bouncing with each movement, was intoxicating. I couldn’t resist reaching up to cup them, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.

Sandra moaned, increasing her pace. She leaned forward, changing the angle so that I hit deeper inside her with each thrust. Her lips crashed against mine in a passionate kiss as she continued to ride me hard.

“Yes, yes, just like that!” Sandra cried out as she bounced on top of me. Her pace was frantic now, her hips slamming down to meet my upward thrusts. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard thumping rhythmically against the wall.

I gripped her hips tightly, helping to guide her movements as I drove up into her welcoming heat. The sight of her above me, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her breasts bouncing with each thrust, was intoxicating.

“Oh god, I’m so close,” Sandra panted, her inner walls clenching around me.

I could feel my own orgasm building, a familiar tightening in my groin. But I was determined to make Sandra come first. I slipped a hand between us, my thumb finding her swollen clit. I rubbed it in quick circles, matching the frantic pace of our thrusts.

Sandra let out a keening cry, her body tensing above me. “Oh fuck, yes! I’m coming!” she wailed, her inner walls clamping down on my cock as waves of pleasure wracked her body.

The sight and sensation of Sandra’s climax pushed me over the edge. With a guttural groan, I exploded inside her for the second time this morning, my hips jerking upwards as I filled her with my release.

Sandra collapsed onto my chest, both of us panting heavily as the aftershocks of our orgasms rippled through us. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as our racing hearts gradually slowed.

After a few moments, Sandra lifted her head, giving me a languid, satisfied smile. “That was incredible,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

I returned the kiss, my mind still hazy with post-orgasmic bliss. But as the fog began to clear, the weight of what we’d done settled heavily on my chest. Guilt and shame washed over me as I thought of Jenny, blissfully unaware of my betrayal.

Sandra must have sensed the change in my mood. She rolled off me, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her brow furrowed with concern.

I sat up, running a hand through my hair. “This… we shouldn’t have done this,” I said, my voice thick with regret. “Jenny… God, what have I done?”

Sandra sighed, her hand gently caressing my arm. “What’s done is done,” she said softly. “We can’t change it now.”

I shook my head, the guilt intensifying. “But Jenny… she trusts me. She loves me. How could I do this to her?”

Sandra sat up, pulling the sheet around her and continue. “Listen,” she said, her tone serious. “What happened between us… it was wonderful, but it can’t happen again. Jenny can never know about this. It would destroy her.”

I nodded, feeling sick to my stomach. “I know. I… I should go.”

I got up and turned to her. “Sandra, I…”

She held up a hand, stopping me. “Don’t”.

After a week had passed, I decided to end things with Jenny. The guilt was overwhelming every time I saw her, so it was better for both of us if we went our separate ways.

I never crossed paths with her again. A year later I ran into Sandra and her husband in town. We both quickly turned away from each other, avoiding any potential awkwardness.