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The answer, mate, depends on what kind of ladies you want to get.

Bad guys are generally also looking for naughty girls. These chaps often go for illicit encounters, extramarital affairs, or adultery. Surveys show that many bored housewives take interest in bad guys, so if you are looking to hook up with a married chick, then be sure you come off as a wayward rebel. Give the impression that you don’t take relationships seriously and are not into commitments. You will thus attract women who are just looking for casual dating and good old adult fun, with no strings attached.

Want a serious relationship? Then be a good guy. Nice chaps are serious, sensitive, and are often looking for long-term partners. Don’t worry – it’s not as if all the girls want the bad guys.  There are also good guys who get the girl of their dreams, especially in online dating sites. You are more likely to get the attention of nice girls you can take home to mum if you give out the impression that you are a dependable man.

Just be yourself

The important thing is to play your cards right. Be sincere and tell it like it is – that’s how you win the girl that you want. Be careful in composing your dating profile and make sure that you are perceived the way that you want to be perceived – whether you want to look like a good or bad guy is entirely up to you.

I am now 25 and can honestly say that I have made up for a late start. I love the challenge, the chase is the best part but I have rules. There are too many women in the world to get tied down I want sex, simple no strings dating. One night stands are perfect although I have been known to go back for more if she was really good. Which leads me to the reason for the letter, I have tried a number of dating agencies but this is the first that allows members to vent their thoughts. Internet dating for me is the best and the reason is simple….you can find exactly what you are looking for and members are more than happy to describe what they want. No strings, no complications no long term relationships. A few jokes and couple of emails, then sex!!!

Thank you, the internet is a wonderful place, Give me more no strings dating.

“Sorry, I am late!” he said.

“You loser! I was really starting to think you were not coming!” barked Adam, as he took the six-pack from the newcomer, stashing it in the fridge.

As the two of them talked by the food table, I was trying to figure out who this person was. Adam guests were his friends, yes, but they were people I also knew. So who is this guy then? I was racking my brains for that and must have spaced out because I did not notice them get back to the table.

“Hey, sis. You remember, David?” Adam offered. I must have really looked out of it.

“David? David Goodman. David James Goodman! Oh my god!” I spat, realizing that it was the boy that practically lived in our house because he and my brother hung out a lot.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you,” I stuttered. Yeah, I sure didn’t. As I sat there and watched David exchange high-fives with his old friends, I was trying to figure out … when the hell did he get so hot?!

Let\’s backtrack a bit. Last I saw him, he and my brother were getting ready for Uni. I was just fresh out of college then. Feeling wee bit adventurous and trying to make the most of the time we had until we officially start working, my friends and I decided to go on a road trip. I moved out of the house before that so when I got back, I didn’t really have the opportunity to see Adam off to University. As if he’d want that. My brother was so excited to go off to Uni and the prospect of being around so many girls so he was determined to make a really good impression. Having your sister and your mum and dad dropping you off was clearly not going to help. From then on, we just kept in touch by calling and emailing each other from time to time. It goes without saying then that if I barely had time to catch up with my brother, then I clearly did not have the time at all to be asking about his friends. That’s why you can just imagine my surprise when I found out that this hot thing sitting in front of me was David Goodman. Back then, he was really awkward. Teenagers are naturally awkward but he was just way more awkward. Now, he’s here, confident, sitting in pair of jeans that seemed to fit in all the right places. I’m not complaining, really. I was enjoying the sight.

“So, what do you do now, David?” I asked, getting back to reality.

“I’m a graphic designer. I also do—-” he started.

“He’s also doing that girl, Jenna!” shouted Billy, another one of their school friends.

“Shut up, Billy! We’re just–”

“BUT YOU ARE DOING HER!”

“Well, yeah. But it’s not like we’re together or dating or anything.”

“Like I care if you’re together. I’m just jealous of you man because you get to bury your head in those big, big tits of hers. Ahhhh. Why do you always get the good stuff?” complained Billy, laying his head on the table looking miserable.

“All the good stuff?” I asked Adam.

“Well, for one, he’s got a job that pays him to do what he loves. Second, aside from Jenna, he’s also been with a couple of hot chicks. It’s like he was on a roll after uni.. We kept in touch so we’re pretty much filled in on what’s going on with each other’s lives. Except the girls, really. The girls we just found out because Billy and I were bored and so we decided to drop by unannounced at his place. ”

“You got me in trouble with Imogen with that, you know,” David piped in.

“We’re sorry, dude. But it’s not our fault you didn’t lock your doors.”

“Locking the doors isn’t the problem. He should’ve mentioned that he was nailing more than one girl!” laughed Billy.

“So you’ve grown to be quite the man, huh?” I said, amused.

“They’re really making a big deal out of it. That was the only time anyway that I was dating two girls at the same time.” defended David.

“And after that?” I asked.

“After that… there was no one.”

“No one? What, you got your heart broken or something?” I joked.

“Nah. Not really. It’s not like I was really serious with them or anything. Because you know, if I was, I wouldn’t be dating the two of them at once.”

“So there’s no one? Liar!” I laughed.

“Well, there is someone. But I’m not telling.” said David, crossing his arms together, which he clearly shouldn’t have done because that made his shirt tighter, emphasizing his toned arms, which I had a hard time staring away from.

The party continued on to the night because Adam’s friends had planned to stay over. I had one beer too many, even beating Billy at beer bong, so I decided to head inside the house to freshen up. I knew the house like the back of my hand but all that alcohol made it harder to move around. That also made me realize instantly that someone was inside the bathroom when I walked in. When I turned around after locking the door behind me, David was just zipping up his pants.

“You really don’t know how to lock doors, do you?” I said with a grin plastered all over my face.

“Well, your family has a knack for coming in on me at the most inopportune of times,” David replied, walking closer to me.

“This is inopportune? Hardly.” I argued, leaning against the bathroom counter.

“Oh, yeah? And why is that?”

“Because you’re here and I’m here and the doors locked. And everyone’s downstairs getting wasted so no one will bother us.” I pointed out.

“You have a point there.” David said, inching towards me.

“So, you agree? That this is a good opportunity?” I suggested.

“Hell yeah.” growled David, pinning me against the bathroom counter as he started kissing me hungrily.

I responded by kissing him back just as hungrily, hands all over the place, pulling his shirt from his pants and groping his ass.

“W-wait. What about Jenna?” I stopped, trying to catch my breath.

“I don’t care about Jenna. Like I said, we’re not dating or anything. For all I know, she could be doing the same thing we’re doing right now.” He replied, kissing me again, frustrated that we had stopped.

At that point, I didn’t care anymore if this guy was my little brother’s friend.

Sure, I always treated him like a little brother but there was no little brotherly about him now so there was no holding back.

As we made out, he wrapped his arms around me, lifted me up, and sat me on the bathroom counter, sliding off my pants as he did.

The bathroom counter was cold and so I was stunned for a bit, but I didn’t mind because David’s mouth was all over me again, commanding my attention.

As his hands fondled me, my hands fumbled with his pants. I couldn’t get the buttons undone because it was so hard to concentrate. I was a woozy and I wasn’t sure if it was just the alcohol kicking in or if it’s my body responding to David, or maybe both.

I didn’t really have the time to think about it because not long after, I finally got his pants off and that’s when the real fun began. I don’t remember much of it, really, but I do remember coming really hard. That was really great. Nothing like a good climax to sober you up, actually. We just stayed wrapped up around each other for a few minutes before heading back down to join the rest of the guys.

The next day was an ordeal. Brought about by all that booze, everyone was pretty much knocked out until the afternoon. I don’t know if I tolerate my alcohol better than the rest of them or they just drank more than me but I woke up before everybody else, although I was nursing a slight hangover. Force of habit led me to the kitchen to brew up a pot of coffee. I thought, my parents must have realized the damage Adam party will turn. That’s why they booked themselves a hotel room for the weekend. Great, so I’m the oldest person in the house. If anybody turns up missing or is in need of a hospital, I would be responsible. Maybe I should just leave before everybody wakes up? Yeah, that’s a good idea. Running away sounds good. But before I could figure out an escape plan, someone I got really familiar with last night walked in.

“Oh! Hi,” spat out David.

David was surely surprised to see someone up so early considering what happened at the party last night. He probably didn’t even realize it was me.

“Hi. Good morning.”

I poured myself a cup of coffee and offered some to David.

“No, thanks. I think I’ll just have water.”

Pouring him a glass, “That was some night, huh?” I started.

“Yeah. I didn’t think I could drink that much. It’s been a while really since I got really wasted.” He explained. “Do you have an aspirin? My head is killing me.”

“Yeah, sure, I think we have some. Wait here. I’ll be back.”

I left David in the kitchen to get aspirin from the bathroom. When I got back, Adam had found his way out of bed as well.

“G’morning, sis. That was one hell of a party, if I may say,” beamed Adam.

“You’re up happy. Didn’t your party leave you something to remember it by?” I groaned.

“I have a massive hangover right now but I’m so proud of myself for finishing school and so glad to see all my friends together that there’s nothing that can bring this day down for me!” Adam practically shouted at us. “But there’s only so much my body can handle so I’m going back to bed. See you guys later.” he continued, standing up and leaving me and David alone in the kitchen.

“Here’s your aspirin, David.”

“Oh, thanks.” David took a couple of aspirins from the bottle and drank them in such a hurry that he spilled water all over himself.

“Crap!”

“Here, I’ll get you a towel.”

I wasn’t really planning on actually wiping himself for him but you know how it’s instinctive to help someone do that. I wished I didn’t because he grabbed my hand. I was surprised at the sensation I felt but I tried to fake my way through it by acting as if him grabbing my hand had no effect on me. He was I think taken aback by what I did so he just took the towels from me and wiped himself off.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

After that, David left the house. I drank the rest of my coffee and left a couple of hours after.

A couple of months pass and going to back to work buried Adam’s party at the back of my mind. Everything was back to the way they were.

I will admit to thinking about David a few times during those months, with some of those thoughts even very similar to what happened in our bathroom. What? That was a really hot night. It’s not something you easily forget. But I figured, it was a one-time thing. That’s that. I can’t believe I’m spending time thinking about it. I mean, it was just for fun. Had the alcohol not kicked in, we probably wouldn’t have done it. Still, David turned out pretty well. Hot as hell, actually. I’m not surprised why that Jenna girl sticks around although they’re not dating or anything. Or at least that’s what David claims. Well, anyway, that’s their life. I’m going back to living mine now.

“Hey, Stella. The art gallery needs you to meet with the painter so you can discuss how he wants his exhibit to open.” called Gillian, my boss.

“Oh, ok. I’ll head over there later.” I said, thankful that I had something to keep me busy.

The art gallery was located downtown. I was debating whether to drive or not over there because the traffic was pretty heavy this time of the day but since I wasn’t in a hurry either, I just decided to bring my car. True enough, I got stuck a good hour on the road when it should’ve been just a 15-minute drive. The traffic I can deal with. I mean, it’s always been there and I’m used to it. But what really got on my nerves was that everywhere I look, I saw David. For instance, there’s this guy walking. He’s wearing the same pants I pulled off David. It’s really nothing but then I found myself thinking that David looked way better, hotter in those pants. And again, I was reminded of how badly I had wanted to take them off!

My god! What am I doing?! I’m turning into one of those psycho chicks that you have one-night stands with and then want to be your girlfriend the next day! This can’t be happening! That or I just want more sex in my life. That’s got to be it. I just want more sex in my life. I really need to start dating again. It has been nearly a year after all since I broke up with my boyfriend so it’s high time to be dating again. It’s not like I wasn’t in the dating scene because I was too hurt to move forward. On the contrary, I’ve never been happier since I kicked that bastard out of the house. He was taking me for granted and unluckily for him, I love myself. When I’ve had enough, it was time to say goodbye. I do admit that we had incredible sex though. I missed that for a bit but I landed a job at this events coordinating company, which was one of my dreams really, so I had a lot of things happening in my life such that being romantic with someone just took a backseat. So now that I actually have time to be thinking about someone else, then maybe I can give dating a chance again. Yeah, dating should do it. Dating should get me off my obsession with David. I should give my girlfriends a call to see if they can hook me up with anybody.

The art gallery’s featuring the work of a local artist. The story is that the artist has been around the industry for some years now doing freelance work but it’s only now that he’s been given the chance to showcase his works. We didn’t really set a time for the meeting but unfortunately when I arrived, the artist had already left. It’s really no problem though because he did leave instructions with the art gallery staff. It’s just a shame because I really wanted to meet him. Looking at his works, there was something familiar, something comforting about them so I just wanted to meet the man who was responsible for it all. Goody—that’s his name or at least what he uses in his paintings. What kind of a name is that anyway?

Goody’s exhibit was a success. But the thing was, even though I was there the whole time, I still didn’t get to meet him because he was flanked by so many people. Not that he was all I was thinking about because I had with me this new guy I was dating. It’s kind of hard to focus really when everywhere you look, you’re thinking of ways of how you two can do the deed. I never thought art galleries had so many dark corners. It’s also a good thing that I made it clear with my new guy before we started dating that I wasn’t really keen on being serious. I told him, “Let’s just have fun and see where it goes.” And boy, are we having a lot of fun. Sometimes we even invite other people to have fun with us as well. The more, the merrier, we realized is true.

I’m happy to report that since I’ve been dating, I’ve forgotten about the whole David business. Ok, maybe not totally but it’s not in the same obsessive way that I used to think about him. Now, I just kind of use that night as a yardstick for the men I’m dating sometimes. You got to hook me in like David did that night or it’s nothing. Confidence is a great turn-on but it also doesn’t hurt that you’ve got an ass I’d want to ride all night. Sex With Brother’s Mate (Part 2)

I know that my situation could not be more cliché than it is: a well-off husband and wife who seems so perfect from the outside and yet behind this façade, this couple could not be father apart from each other if they were in two different continents. Yet cliché or not, it was true. I remember when I was younger, before I got married; I used to smirk at stories like this. Never would I have thought that I would someday find myself as the leading lady in the exact tearjerker story that I was laughing at.

My friends told me to divorce him as soon as possible, but I now know that it is not that easy. Normally, when a woman’s husband cheats, all her friends would call him a scum-bag and then encourage her to walk. Yet no one ever talks about how a big part of the wife still has a hard time letting go, and how that part really want to work things out despite the affair. Of course, I could not tell this to my girlfriends who would surely react violently. It seems that the only person who could understand me was Brian.

Brian was one of my husband’s closest friends. Ever since I met my husband in college, Brian has always been there—frequently tagging along as we go to parties, watch concerts, and such. Back then, many people would ask me why I didn’t go for Brian instead, since he was obviously the better-looking one. In fact, I have to admit that even though my husband was cute, Brian was gorgeous. He was around 6 feet tall, with a long and lanky body—not the kind of lanky that you would associate with nerds those bigger guys would push around, but the kind of slenderness that you would see in cocky rock-stars who can pull off wearing tight leather pants. His complexion was that of light caramel and this was attractively emphasized by the dark clothes he was always wearing and his short black tumbling curls. In short, he had that perfect combination of a confident man and a sweet little boy.

At first, I had to admit that I did entertain a little crush on Brian when we first met, but this phase quickly passed. After all, I fell absolutely in love with my husband then and even Keanu Reeves would not have caught my eye under the condition I was in. Besides, Brian never showed any interest in me. If anything, I always suspected that he was somewhat irritated that I was taking up so much of his buddy’s time. However, over time, we began to treat each other as buddies as well. I became what you would call “one of the guys”. In fact, Brian probably forgets that I’m a girl sometimes, especially when he would start telling us about his sexual exploits—three-ways, 69 positions, sex toys, sex standing up, in the water, in the elevator and so on. My husband would just chuckle and drink his beer whenever Brian tells one of his “stories”, but I seriously had to work to keep the blood from flooding my cheeks. I grew up in a Catholic school for girls, and even though I have managed to enjoy sex and my sexuality, it always made me uncomfortable to hear about other people’s sexual escapades, especially those that are as colourful as Brian’s. Besides, me and my husband pretty much stuck to the missionary position. Instead of mind-blowing sex, I guess you could say that we preferred sweet and quiet sex.

This is why I was shocked to learn that he was having an affair with his secretary. Even though I wanted to blame it all on him, I could not help but regale myself with questions: Was I too boring in bed? Does he find me old and ugly? Did he have sexual demands that I refused to fulfil?

“You are not old, and you’re definitely not ugly. You’re a beautiful woman, Sylvia,” Brian assured me as we sat across each other on the kitchen table of the lavish house that I and my husband purchased two years ago, thinking that we were about to start a new happy life. Of course, the old-and-ugly bit was the only question that I ranted out loud to Brian. I looked at him as he said this assurance, expecting a robotic expression similar to what your best friend wears when you’ve gained three pounds and they say they don’t notice a thing. Besides, after five years of knowing Brian, I think I knew exactly what his type was. He liked the tall supermodel types with pouty lips and smouldering eyes. I was petite, had the breasts of a high school girl and had dainty feminine features. Even though I have been called pretty often enough, I knew I was a plain Jane standing next to any of Brian’s dates. This was why I was surprised to see him staring straight at me, his face serious and his beer in front of him untouched. He didn’t say a word but just kept staring at me. I noticed again how long and dark his eyelashes were. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable under his stare. I notice the drops of perspiration on the bottle of beer that was warming up, and I felt exactly like that bottle.

I sighed to cover up my discomfort. “Hey, drink your beer while it’s still cold,” I crossed my legs. “Do you think that I should tell John that I know?” I asked for what must have been the tenth time.

He sighed as well, leaned forward and put his elbows on the table. “I don’t know, Sylvia, it’s really not my place to say. But I’m going to tell you one thing for sure. I’m going to talk to him about it, but I won’t let on that you know. Look, he’s my best friend and everything, but he’s an ass-hole for doing this to you…”

As Brian went on talking, I just nodded occasionally. Even though I could hear his words, I could not concentrate very much because of my confusion. When I learned about John’s affair about two weeks ago, I called Brian to meet him up and when he showed up I instantly started demanding if he knew about John’s affair, if he was hiding it from me too. He said he didn’t. I wanted to get angry some more, but I just started crying and he led me to his car where he let me tell him the whole story. Since then, we have been meeting every couple of days—to have coffee, a beer, a walk. It was like a new closeness has grown between us. Maybe he felt ashamed that his best friend can do such a horrible thing to me, and that he might make up for the affair by taking care of me. I realized that closeness was turning into a stronger tension as I looked at his smooth lips. After he was done talking, he raised his beer bottle to those lips and tossed his head back to take a swig. I could not help but notice the slenderness of his neck, the strong curve of his Adam’s apple and the striking angle of his jaw. I instantly looked away. What the hell was happening to me? I sat on this table with Brian many times before, with and without my husband.

“All I’m saying is you need more evidence that you can throw in his face. You can’t just walk up to him and say that he’s having an affair, he’ll deny it,” Brian continued.

I was still lost in my thoughts but this last statement caught my attention. “Evidence? What more evidence do I need? I saw the dirty text messages, I heard him sneaking in the middle of the night to call that bitch. I know he’s having an affair. What more evidence does he want?” My chest was heaving and blood was flooding my cheeks.

Brian was obviously surprised at my little outburst, because his big pretty eyes got even bigger. “Calm down, Sylvia. I’m just saying you should be prepared so you can corner him better.” He leaned forward again and looked at me. I felt my thigh muscles tightening. “Look, you don’t know how hard it is for a guy to say this, but I’m on your side here okay? I’m not saying I’m going to stop being John’s friend. I’m just saying he can’t keep doing this to you.”

I nodded. “His computer. I don’t know, maybe they also exchanged emails or something. Maybe I can look in there.”

“Okay, I’m going to help you. In his study, right? What time does John usually get home?”

“Six at the earliest. He’s probably going to call and say he has overtime again.” I said sarcastically.

“Okay. It’s only four. That gives us plenty of time. Let’s go.”

We both went into John’s study. The curtains were drawn so it was pretty dark. I went over to the desk and turned on the computer, and the light from the monitor screen illuminated us both. I was just about to sit in the chair when Brian suddenly put his hand on my arm. I almost jumped.

“I’ll do it. Just get me into his email. You know his password, right?” he said.

“Um, yeah,” I stammered, moving aside to let him sit in the chair. I was still reeling from the touch in my arm. After that episode in the kitchen of staring at him incessantly, his actual touch seemed surreal. He started typing on the keyboard as I awkwardly stood by his side. I didn’t know what to do. As if reading my mind, Brian looked up quickly at me then shifted in his chair. “Sit here,” he motioned at the armrest. John’s chair in his study was pretty big and the armrests were also thick so I had no problem squeezing my butt in the space. Now this position did not do anything for my earlier confusion in the kitchen. Sitting on that armchair, Brian’s arm would lightly brush my leg every time he types something. And as I was wearing a dress that ended just above my knees, I could feel the light hair on his arm on my bare skin.

“All right, put his password in,” he said, then leaned back on his chair to give me room to lean forward towards the keyboard. As I was typing in John’s password, I could feel his eyes on the side of my face. Because of the light from the computer screen, I probably had a halo around my head. Because I was leaning too much on my side, one of the straps of my sleeveless dress slipped down past my shoulder. I heard Brian inhale behind me as I slowly slipped the strap back up.

After I was done, Brian leaned forward again and started searching among John’s email. “If she did email him, I hope he didn’t erase anything right away.”

I almost forgot that we were there to look for emails that will prove John was having an affair, but at that moment, I honestly did not care. I was looking at Brian’s fingers typing on the keyboard. They were so unbelievably long, and without meaning to, I suddenly remembered all those sexual conquests that Brian used to tell John and me about—the many different women, the many different positions. I also remembered how Brian always had a couple of hot girls chasing him after he broke it off. I used to think he was a dog who did not give a damn about women after getting them to bed and that I was lucky for getting the good guy. Good guy, my ass. Goes to show what a mistake it is to choose the good guy over the guy who was good in bed. Wait, just how good was Brian in bed?

I felt myself blushing furiously and was thankful that the room was a bit dark. Even so, I could not let this thing get any farther. “Um, you know, maybe we can do this thing some other time.” I said.

Brian did not look away from the screen. “Why? Wait a second, there may be something here. You’re right, if we found an email from that girl, then he won’t be able to deny that he’s having an affair.”

I stood up from the chair’s armrest, and went to lean my back against the table so that I was right beside the computer and facing Brian. He was still staring intently at the screen and his sensuous lips were slightly parted in his concentration. I felt the muscles in my thighs—and groin—tightening once again. “Well, did you find anything?” I asked softly. I was beginning to feel restless. I just wanted for Brian to leave before I did something stupid. My heart was beating fast. I never experienced desire that was this physically charging—not even with John.

Brian shook his head. “Not yet. Maybe he hid them in one of the folders.”

I bent my head down to try and get a grip of myself. This is Brian for Pete’s sake! What the hell is wrong with me? My loose hair was covering my face and Brian must have thought that I was upset over the affair because he suddenly swivelled his chair towards me and held my hand. “Hey, are you okay?”

I felt electricity in my skin. I squeezed his hand back. I cannot believe that I was doing this. I pretended like I was on the verge of tears. “Can you just hold me for a second?” Oh god.

He quickly stood up and put his arms around me. Because he was so tall, I found my face buried in his hard chest, smelling his cologne and feeling his skin under his shirt. He was resting his chin on top of my head and gently stroking my back. Slowly, I lifted my face from his chest and looked up at him. He looked down at me and softly brushed away tangles of hair away from my face. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be fine. I’m going to make it better,” he whispered. We were both breathing hard by this point and I think we both knew what was bound to happen.

He kissed me first—hesitantly, to see if I would respond. When I did, he became bolder and I felt my heart beat even faster as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I was getting dizzy.

When he lifted me and sat me on the edge of the table, I nearly passed out. Our kissing started turning feverish. His hands were darting everywhere from my neck to my waist to my legs to my arms and to my face.

I was pulling the front of his shirt towards me. He had such strong lips that even kissing was sending shivers to my womb.

Our mouths parted to breath in air—I was panting. He then started kissing my neck as I sat there on the edge of the table. He was standing right between my parted legs and the close distance made me feel even more unsteady.

I wanted to reach to the front of his jeans and unzip it but I controlled myself.

I arched my head back and closed my eyes. He was doing a combination of kissing and licking against the side of my neck that was making me gasp.

John had never done that to me ever.

Flit-tingly, I remembered my husband who was having an affair. And now I was in his study, about to be fucked by his hot best friend.

However, all thoughts quickly ran out of my head as I felt Brian’s hand on the inside of my thigh. His long fingers that I was just earlier staring at were now travelling towards my vagina.

I wanted to inch forward on the table but I restrained myself. He went on kissing my neck as he did this and I could barely open my eyes from all the pleasure I was feeling.

Soon, his hand was touching my panties at the crotch.

The earlier tension that was building up between us had made me wet and even soaked my underwear. When he felt this, he got even more excited. He then grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and started kissing my mouth again.

Then, he pulled my panties down roughly with his two hands, slid them past my knees, my ankles … until they fell to the floor. Now that I was wearing nothing under my dress, his hand returned to that spot between my legs. I put my arms around his neck.

“Oh god, Brian,” I gasped. It was like I was drowning and I was holding on to him for dear life. I bit him on the shoulder, sinking my teeth in deeper as he inserted his long finger inside me. While he was fingering me, he started pulling down my dress to reveal my firm breasts under my lace bra. I slowly reached behind me to unhook it and then his mouth was immediately on my chest.

He inserted another finger inside me, and the pace of his hand was strong and steady. I felt my vaginal muscles tighten to hold his fingers in place. As I neared my climax, I also felt a slow scream rising up my throat.

After I orgasmed, I laid against Brian and was completely spent. That was when we both decided to go upstairs to the bedroom to look for more evidence of my husband’s affair.