"Beef Stew"

"Beef Stew"

My panties were soaked as I stood there with my head pressed firmly against the hotel room door and my legs spread wide apart. All I could think of was how good it felt to have his fingers buried deep inside me. The sheer sound of my wetness distracted me from the guilt I once felt. How could I do this to my husband. The person whom I promised to love, care for and respect two years ago. The one who has provided for me and our children without fail or complaint. How could I, echoed through my head when I first arrived, but soon disappeared with the touch of his hand and the warmth of his breath upon me. I had to fight it, but couldn’t. I surrendered slowly with each turn of his fingers. With each carefully placed caress upon my clitoris I pushed into him more and more. I believe he sensed it as well because his breath upon my neck became heated and more intense. It's hard to describe, but easy to remember. You had to be there. All I could do was hope I could control myself and retain some control over myself. That was quickly realized that was not going to happen as without me noticing he switched hands and now cupped inside his hand was my breast. Headed towards his mouth was my now swollen nipple as another finger inched it's way inside of me. Three fingers! Never in my life could I imagine three fingers, but it was happening. I was pleasantly surprised with the precise pressure he supplied to my hard nipple. Soft, but firm is the way to describe it. Up, down, circular motions from his warm wet tongue sent shock waves down to my ankles. How could this man make me feel this way. I completely gave my trust to him. Something I never did with my husband. Now don’t get me wrong he was good sometimes, but never this good. I mean this man; and I mean man, controlled my breathing with each touch, with each kiss and even with each look. I can remember him staring into my eyes while he had my breast in his mouth. How he looked as if this was the most cherished thing he ever had in his mouth and just at that moment he swept me up into his arms and carried me to the bed. He undressed me slowly and completely before he began to kiss me from head to toe. That felt good, but the return trip was even better. He inched up my legs from my now relaxed toes to my inner thighs using only his strong hands and warm mouth slowly and meticulously. My nervous anticipation grew as I could feel his breath closer to my, you know vaginal area. This was really going to happen I told myself as the guilt returned to my mind. Here I was being pleasured beyond my wildest expectations and my husband should be sitting at home all alone. I had made him his favorite meal, beef stew. (At least it used to be his favorite) When we first got together he used to love my beef stew. I would place beef stew meat into my slow cooker, mix together flour, paprika, salt, and pepper and sprinkle over meat and stir in beef broth, teriyaki sauce, onion, carrots, celery, potatoes, mushrooms, garlic and finish with bay leaf. "Oh my I wondered, did I forget to add the bay leaf"? Before I could answer my own question, it came. My entire body shivered as his prowling tongue and fingers uncovered parts of my body I never knew existed. I knew about my G-spot, but I never knew it could feel this way. Suddenly and without warning with his moist tongue pressed solid against my clitoris and his fingers massaging my eager G-spot, a loud monstrous moan escaped from deep within my soul and air deep from between my legs. Briefly mortified I opened my eyes to see him feverishly devouring the liquid that released from between my quivering legs. Again and again it happened over and over and each time he inhaled every drop of me as if my juice provided him life. The only time his mouth left my vaginal area was to retrieve his saliva that dripped down my legs and under my buttocks. Euphoric is the best way I can explain it as his tongue thoroughly probed in and around my anal canal. I heard crack was addictive and evil, but he gave good crack! A little levity is needed to prevent the guilt from re-entering my mind. This maybe once in a lifetime moment was not all my fault. If only my husband would have gone to church with me, this probably wouldn’t be happening. If he only stayed home with me once in a while instead of going out and working all the time, this probably wouldn’t be happening. This wasn’t all my fault. I mean I cook his food, clean the house, wash his clothes and never complained, at least not to him in our two years together. This one little discretion could have been avoided if he only recognized how good a wife I really am. Instead I lay as this powerful man's member entered slowly into my wet vagina. I'd been waiting for so long to feel him penetrate me and couldn’t control my desire as I wrapped my self around his strong shoulders and pulled him further inside me. He wouldn’t have it however as he moved patiently and deliberately inside me. The sounds of my wet vagina being penetrated along with the smell of our sex engulfing the room sent waves of unbridled and totally uninhibited passion racing through the orifices of my mind and body. I held on and pushed and pulled forcefully with each thrust of his manhood, not concerned about the damage this man member could do to me for life. I wanted, no I needed it and he fulfilled my ravenous craving. Reeling, I released on him over and over again until by entire backside was soaked with my own juices. Quivering from my ninth or tenth orgasm in less than an hour he took his first break. I seized the opportunity. I wanted to please him in the way he pleased me. I got on my knees and removed the condom from his swollen penis and...

Ding! Sorry that was my microwave. I have to finish reading her diary later. Time to eat my leftover beef stew.