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Erotic story: Dana Would Never Do Something Like That

‘You’re so beautiful,’ Walter whispered passionately, gently touching Irene’s blonde hair.

‘I know’, Irene laughed.

She shook her hair and they touched her beautiful cheek.

‘Your self-confidence and, what I hope is only fake coldness, arouses me like crazy!’

‘And what should I do now?’

‘Well… what do you think?’

‘Judging by your gaze and the tone of your voice, I should fall into your arms, but given the ring on your finger, leave right away.’

‘Stop, you should know better than others that nothing binds me and Dana anymore. But when I see you… There is nothing in the whole world that I want more…’

‘Really? And for how long?’ Irene asked crossing her legs.

‘Since last years Christmas office party, when your tights ripped and you had to take them off. You did it in the middle of the room, so gracefully!’

‘Oh my god! That was like hundred years ago! Who remembers that anymore.’

‘I remember. Every time as I close my eyes… I see it as clearly as yesterday.’

‘And you mean that you want me since then?’

‘How straightforward! Yes, I think about you all the time, your eyes, breasts, hips and…’

‘And?’ Irene slipped her fingers through her long, blond hair.

‘That birthmark on your shoulder,’ Walter blushed and leaned over to kiss that birthmark. Irene pressed her hand to his chest, stopping him.

‘And now you want to cheat on your wife with her colleague and friend… On her couch… In her apartment?’

‘In our apartment.’

‘Which was left to you by her father.’

‘What’s the difference, come here,’ Walter tried to grab her waist. Irene got up.

‘And what if she comes over?’

‘She won’t.’

‘How do you know?’

‘She left to visit her mother. She will return only tomorrow.’

‘But I wrote her a text message that I would come by and she replied that she would wait.’

‘When you wrote, she was in the shower. I answered you.’

‘You? So it’s a trap?’

‘Do you have any objections?’

‘Well, probably not too big. I would lie if I said I didn’t like you at all.’

‘Really?’

‘Really…,’ Irene walked around the room, swinging her hips. ‘Do you have wine?’

‘What do you like?’

Irene laughed, and her full breasts looked even bigger.

‘Well, I have to say that I am quite sophisticated in all areas, at least that’s what I’m hearing about myself, but when it comes to wine, I’m dumb as a shoe. I don’t like dry or sour ones. I like the sweet ones.’

‘Will Kagor do?’

‘Oh, yes, it will be fine.’

Walter jumped to his feet and hurried to take the glasses and bottle of wine from the shelf. Everyone could tell that he would be happy to skip all this foreplay and get down to the business sooner.

‘Is it Dana’s collection?’ Irene asked with grin in her face.

‘Let’s not talk about her tonight.’

‘All right, as you say,’ Irene took a glass of wine from Walter. ‘And you?’

‘I don’t want any.’

‘Are you afraid you might not get it up?’ Irene’s loud laughter hurt the man’s self-esteem a little, but he was willing to endure everything to finally get this charming woman in bed.

‘No, I want to keep a clear memory of every second I spend with you.’

‘Really?’ Irene walked back to the couch. She slowly sipped the wine. Walter sat down next to her on the edge of the couch. He put his hand on her bare knee and began to caress it, slipping his hand up, approaching the edge of her short skirt. Irene turned on a floor lamp standing by the couch.

‘Maybe turn off the big light so I don’t have to look into Dana’s eyes,’ a picture of smiling framed Dana was standing on the shelf.

Walter jumped to his feet as a young boy, turned off the light, and placed his wife’s picture down. He then returned to the couch. Irene slightly closed her eyes, making her look as captivating as possible.

‘I still want you to drink wine with me…’

‘But I…’

‘I know how you will not be able to resist.’ Irene tilted the glass to her side a little and let a stream of wine run over her not-so-modest décolleté. ‘Oh, how awkward is that… You won’t let the wine ruin my blouse, will you?’

Walter gasped. It was so exciting. He leaned over and absorbed the wine from Irene’s chest with his lips. His mouth became more and more greedy, sliding lower and lower. Irene tilted her head against the back of the sofa, her breath also became faster, her breasts were rising higher and higher. Walter took a glass from Irene’s hand, put it on the ground, and then, in a neat motion, tore off her top. He was dazzled by her bright red bra. Walter jumped on Irene’s chest like a hungry man, kissed them and kneaded them how he saw a loaf of bread kneaded by his grandmother as a child. Irene moaned. Walter’s other hand had already slipped under her short skirts and was rubbing Irene’s most intimate place. His fingers tried to push the edges of her modest panties, but they were so tight that his sweaty, trembling fingers failed. Walter’s right arm left her breasts to help the left one to get rid of this disturbing garment. It worked and a tiny piece of red lace flew over the room. The small skirts were pushed even higher and his hungry mouth sank into Irene’s warm, wet lap. Irene moaned loudly and leaned even more. She trembled until she couldn’t stand it any longer.

‘Come here’, she slid from the couch onto the soft, clean carpet, unbuttoned Walter’s trousers and, with his help, pushed them off, along with his boxers. Walter, continuing working with Irene’s lap, gently laid her on the rug and then tried to enter her.

‘Take off your socks!’ Irene snorted. Walter was embarrassed for a moment, but then quickly got rid of the socks and tried again. Irene was already pulling him closer, grabbing his swollen, swollen penis with her hand, grinding it a few times, this time making Walter moan, and then helping him find his way to her hot cave. They both sighted and, as if they had been training for a long time, began harmonious, rhythmic movements. Irene put her well-groomed nails in Walter’s back, and Walter, just like a newborn baby, cuddled to her chest. Irene felt a hot wave coming over her body.

‘Stronger, faster!’ she yelled, ‘Yes, yes, a little more! Oh my God! Don’t stop!’

Walter felt her body shake. Yes, that was happening. He had managed to lead this fantastic woman to a real orgasm. Dana was always faking it. That cold duck. He felt that he was about to come.

‘Oh, my God, I’ll come. Can I stay in you? Can I? I want to feel you to the end…’

‘Yes, yes, I want that too!’

Walter struck Irene’s lap only a few times as she pushed him away, driving this aroused man out of the bliss chamber.

‘I have something better in mind,’ she whispered, leaning forward and covering his throbbing cock with her lips.

Accompanied by a few touches of lips and a loud moan, Walter experienced the strongest orgasm of his life.

‘Dana would never do something like that. Ever!” he thought.

Tired and sweaty, they laid on the carpet and slowly caressed each other. Suddenly they looked at each other. Did they just hear key turning in a loc on the front door…

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