Wicked game...

They were standing in the kitchen, making small talk. The electricity between them was palpable...

Stella was a 40-year old blonde with a mom-bod: a little overweight with stretchmarks here and there, but still flexible enough to make her husband enjoy fucking her.

Her colleague was a good-looking, tall, lean blonde guy, 16 years younger than her, with devils in his eyes and an ass that begged to be grabbed...

She's been thinking about him, dreaming about him for a long while now, waking up with a tightness around her clit and a dripping pussy every time...

While chit-chatting, Stella was eyeing his muscular thighs and his grabable ass, and checking out his package when he wasn't looking. She could feel her pussy tightening with anticipation, and her clit asking for attention. She thought that she could feel the mutual attraction and smell the sexual arousal in the air...

But sometimes, her insecurities fed her lies about herself, that she wasn't good enough or sexy enough; that he wasn't into her...

"What are you staring at?", he asked suddenly.

Oh my god, she thought, he caught me staring at his cock, blushing vigorously and turning her back on him in the same movement, standing with her hips against the counter, pushing her aching clit onto the counter's ledge to soothe the throbbing a bit.

"Uhm, nothing! I... I don't know what you're talking about...", she stammered, ashamed and aroused at the same time.

Suddenly, she could feel his body heat against her back, as he came to stand there, putting his hands on the counter on either side of her, imprisoning her, but not physically touching her. She could hear his hot breath quickening over her left shoulder, when he whispered: "You're lying Stella. I saw you looking at me, fucking me with your eyes... what do you want? What do you want me to do?"

Oh good lord, Stella thought, her nipples hardening instantly, internally struggling with thoughts of infidelity and insecurities and intercourse... "I don't know what you're talking about!" ...and danger and sin and... fuck it! She thrust her ass against his bulge in answer, feeling his semi erect cock twitching, letting out an aroused gasp...

"Oh fuck Stella! What are you doing to me?", he moaned, grabbing Stella by her throat with his right hand and weaving his left hand under her blouse to her erect nipples... "I've been thinking about fucking you for so long now, wondering how your pussy would feel around me...", rubbing his growing cock against her ass slowly, "...wanting to take you from behind just like this. You want to play games? Let's play this game then."

Stella was losing her mind with lust. She'd wanted to play this wicked game with him since she met him. As an answer to his question, she reached around her back to his jeans, undoing the button and unzipping it. She slid her hand down his boxers and finally, finally grabbed onto his fully erect cock, letting out a satisfied moan and closing her eyes in wild abandonment. His cock felt so good in her hand. She starting milking him slowly, circling his engorged head with her thumb, feeling the pre-cum there. Knowing that his arousal was because of her, her head was spinning with desire and her pussy wetter than ever, she reached down with her free hand to nip her clit and started circling the throbbing little bud with her fingers. She moaned softly, thrusting her taut nipple into his left hand.

He grunted with lust. "Fuck, Stella, you're such a tease..." He was lifting her skirt up to above her hips, while bending her down over the counter and pushing her soaking wet g-string aside. "Let me see your pussy." Pushing her legs open with his knee. He hissed when he saw she was shaved, and that her arousal was dripping down her thighs while her pussy was glistening.

He slid his finger up and down her wet slit, circling and flicking her clit a few times. They both groaned in unison when he suddenly stuck his middle finger into her tight cunt, slowly working in and out, while Stella matched her strokes on his throbbing cock. Suddenly he plunged another finger into her already tightening pussy, and Stella nearly screamed from the sudden orgasm, her pussy walls gripping his fingers so tight that he bent over and bit onto her shoulder.

"Oh fuck, Stella, fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't wait anymore..."

He grabbed his own cock from her hand and guided it towards her pussy, sliding it in, oh... so... slowly...

She moaned with pleasure and felt a squirting orgasm building up around his cock, feeling him filling her every time he thrusted into her, as if he want to impale her. Slowly out, fast and hard in, over and over... her heart was pounding, she was moaning, her pussy was throbbing, she was playing with her own clit and she could feel the pressure building inside her...

"I'm going to come!", she moaned, just as her pussy walls contracted and she squirted around his cock, feeling her juices gushing out of her, letting out one long, sexy moan... This made him mad with lust and accomplishment and he pounded into her fiercely, deep and hard, until he felt himself come deep inside of her juicy pussy...

"Goddammit, Stella, what have you done to me!?" he groaned as he fell on top of her to catch his breath... he slowly stood up and pulled himself out of her, looking down at the evidence of their sexcapades, and grinning widely, satiated.

Stella was still bent over the counter, trying to regain control of her knees and loving the warm feeling in her pussy. She was going over their encounter in her mind, feeling herself getting aroused all over again. "I still don't know what you're talking about... you'll have to tell me again," she smirked, locking eyes with him over her shoulder. He started grinning.

Just as he was about to grab Stella again, she woke up, with a soaking pussy and a throbbing clit.