The following is an extract from a short story that started life as a novella inspired by the scandal surrounding a celebrity. This in no way reflects the real life of the celebrity and is at best an active re-imagining of her life and yes, she is based on the celebrity that probably popped into your mind. Do not read if you're offended by themes of infidelity.
Some background: the narrator is the celebrity who is married to Patrick but who is currently involved in a sexual relationship with a family friend, with the knowledge and consent of her husband. Martin, the family friend is not quite the knight he seems to be and things are getting complicated.
I could think of little when Martin's talented mouth started suckling and nipping at my sensitive nipples and tender flesh. His hands were causing mayhem with my vulva. Playing furiously with my clit, he increased the intensity of his assault on my senses by thrusting his fingers into my increasingly wet lips. When he added his talented tongue to the equation, I knew I was lost.
"Ung_uh_uh"
I barely recognised my own voice as I rode his fingers. Neither did I recognise the high wailing sounds that accompanied the flood of juices I unleashed into his mouth.
Barely giving me time to recover from the orgasm his mouth had sent me into, he reared back and thrust himself into me. The receding spasms from my orgasm made every ridge on that hot length immediately imprint itself upon the sensitive walls of my vulva.Every part of my being seemed centred upon that part of me. Martin cleverly increased the intensity of those sensations by thrusting hard and fast, adding friction to the irresistible drive to climax. I was overwhelmed and crumbled to my second climax of the session. Screaming, I felt myself tighten around Martin's hot throbbing tool which began to blast my insides with scalding cum.
He shouted his climax and seemed to spend relentlessly, filling me with his cum before collapsing on top of me.When I had roused myself from the dazed state of sexual release, I immediately glanced in the direction of Patrick's chair. I comforted myself hat he had heard nothing of my betrayal of our marriage since he had hardly moved.
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