I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I, Hayley, was about to cheat on my boyfriend with Greg. We were at a mutual friend’s house party, and I had been eyeing Greg all night. His chiseled jawline and muscular arms were enough to make any woman swoon, and I was no exception.
As the night wore on, I found myself drawn to him, and I could tell he felt the same way. We danced together, our bodies pressed close, and I could feel his hardness against me. It was a thrill, knowing that I was doing something so wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.
I whispered in his ear, “Let’s go somewhere more private.” He nodded, and we snuck off to a secluded corner of the house.
As soon as we were alone, he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. His hands roamed my body, feeling every curve and dip. I moaned into his mouth, my pussy already aching for him.
He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Hayley,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
I grinned and reached down to stroke his cock through his pants. “I can’t wait either,” I said, feeling his length harden under my touch.
He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his hardness press against my pussy. He carried me to a nearby couch and laid me down, his body hovering over mine.
He kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands explored my body. He reached down and pulled my dress up, exposing my lacy thong. He groaned at the sight of it, his fingers tracing the edges of the fabric.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, his voice full of desire.
I reached up and pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest. I ran my hands over his abs, feeling every ridge and valley. He groaned again and leaned down to kiss me, his tongue probing my mouth.
He reached down and pulled my thong off, tossing it aside. He spread my legs and ran his fingers over my wet pussy, teasing me. I moaned and arched my back, wanting more.
He obliged, sliding two fingers inside me and pumping them in and out. I gasped and moaned, my pussy clenching around his fingers.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, thrusting into me hard. I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure. He pumped in and out of me, his cock filling me up completely.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. He groaned and picked up the pace, fucking me harder and faster.
I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy tightening around his cock. He reached down and rubbed my clit, sending me over the edge. I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching around his cock.
He groaned and thrust into me one last time, his cock twitching as he came inside me. We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat.
“That was amazing,” I said, panting.
He grinned and kissed me. “You’re amazing.”
We lay there for a moment, catching our breath. I knew I should feel guilty for cheating on my boyfriend, but all I could think about was how good it felt to be with Greg.
I smiled at him. “We should do this again sometime.”
He laughed and kissed me again. “Definitely.”
And with that, I knew that this wouldn’t be the last time I cheated on my boyfriend with Greg. And I couldn’t wait for the next time.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I, Hayley, was about to cheat on my boyfriend with Greg. We were at a mutual friend’s house party, and I had been eyeing Greg all night. His chiseled jawline and muscular arms were enough to make any woman swoon, and I was no exception.
As the night wore on, I found myself drawn to him, and I could tell he felt the same way. We danced together, our bodies pressed close, and I could feel his hardness against me. It was a thrill, knowing that I was doing something so wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.
I whispered in his ear, “Let’s go somewhere more private.” He nodded, and we snuck off to a secluded corner of the house.
As soon as we were alone, he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. His hands roamed my body, feeling every curve and dip. I moaned into his mouth, my pussy already aching for him.
He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Hayley,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
I grinned and reached down to stroke his cock through his pants. “I can’t wait either,” I said, feeling his length harden under my touch.
He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his hardness press against my pussy. He carried me to a nearby couch and laid me down, his body hovering over mine.
He kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands explored my body. He reached down and pulled my dress up, exposing my lacy thong. He groaned at the sight of it, his fingers tracing the edges of the fabric.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, his voice full of desire.
I reached up and pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest. I ran my hands over his abs, feeling every ridge and valley. He groaned again and leaned down to kiss me, his tongue probing my mouth.
He reached down and pulled my thong off, tossing it aside. He spread my legs and ran his fingers over my wet pussy, teasing me. I moaned and arched my back, wanting more.
He obliged, sliding two fingers inside me and pumping them in and out. I gasped and moaned, my pussy clenching around his fingers.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, thrusting into me hard. I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure. He pumped in and out of me, his cock filling me up completely.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. He groaned and picked up the pace, fucking me harder and faster.
I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy tightening around his cock. He reached down and rubbed my clit, sending me over the edge. I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching around his cock.
He groaned and thrust into me one last time, his cock twitching as he came inside me. We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat.
“That was amazing,” I said, panting.
He grinned and kissed me. “You’re amazing.”
We lay there for a moment, catching our breath. I knew I should feel guilty for cheating on my boyfriend, but all I could think about was how good it felt to be with Greg.
I smiled at him. “We should do this again sometime.”
He laughed and kissed me again. “Definitely.”
And with that, I knew that this wouldn’t be the last time I cheated on my boyfriend with Greg. And I couldn’t wait for the next time.
