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Unholy Desires; Tales of Sins

Unholy Desires; Tales Of Sins is a collection of short steamy stories and it's not for readers younger than the age of 🔞 "Oh, f*ck, Claude... yeah... holy shit... yeah... harder... damn, that feels good... oh, my God... yeah... yeah... keep going... yeah... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh... f*ck, yeeeaaaahhhhh.... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... oh, my God... ooooooohhhhhhhh... goddamn, Claude... keep going... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... oh, yeah.... hmmmmmm.." Davis couldn't believe that he'd just watched his wife getting f*cked by an artist... and c*mming harder than he'd ever seen her cum before. As he kept watching Claude slamming his thick boner in and out of his wife's dripping wet pussy, Davis suddenly realized that he was getting hard.
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Chapter 5

FOUND OUT HER HUSBAND IS CHEATING AND DECIDED TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN OF HER OWN

Kelly and Jay grew up in different small towns in Kentucky, and met during college when they were both juniors at UK in Lexington. They dated through graduation, then stayed together for several years afterwards, including eighteen months in a long-distance relationship, when Jay had a sales internship in Houston.

The time apart during Jay's internship had been a huge challenge for Kelly, because she had an incredibly high sex drive. But they spent weekends together whenever their schedules allowed... which usually just consisted of non-stop fucking and delivery pizza, so... generally speaking... she was able to get her sex-itch scratched.

In their late twenties they decided to tie the knot... then settled down in Danville, KY... a small town about an hour south of Lexington.

Jay's internship turned into a full-time sales job at the Lexington office of a large, mid-west manufacturing company based in Texas, and Kelly became a nurse at the nearby CHI St. Joseph Health hospital in Nicholasville.

Jay tended to travel throughout his sales region on business, and was often away for several days at a time... sometimes even over the weekends, depending on how many sales calls he could squeeze into any given trip.

Kelly missed him terribly when he was on his business trips... and given her extremely active libido... she tended to rely heavily on her fingers, vibrators and dildos to help out while he was gone. But when he would return home from his business trips, she could scarcely wait for him to get through the door before ripping his clothes off and jumping on his dick.

Although they occasionally had dry spells in the relationship... for the most part, it seemed to be working for them.

They'd been married for about seven years, when Jay was set to fly off on another business trip that would take him to Tulsa, OK for several days, including the upcoming weekend. The morning he was scheduled to leave, Kelly woke up first... and smiling to herself... reached beneath the covers to find Jay's perpetual morning wood.

They hadn't had sex for a couple of days, so she wanted to send him off on his trip with a sweet, sexy moment to remember... plus, she was hoping to get a nice orgasm of her own to start her day.

She ran her hand up and down his fully erect penis... spending a little extra time rubbing the wide, bulbous head... as Jay groaned himself awake, and wiped the sleep from his bleary eyes.

"Hmmmmm... that feels good, Kel... yeah, keep going."

Kelly smiled, as she lowered her head and sucked his stiff boner into her mouth... then began bobbing her head up and down... using her tongue along the ridge of his mushroom-shaped tip, while using one of her hands to stroke his rigid shaft.

She could feel herself getting wet as she sucked on Jay's hard prick... she was hoping to climb on top of him... straddle his hips... and ride his engorged cock until they both had wonderful, intense morning climaxes.

But, it became pretty obvious that wasn't going to happen when Jay grabbed the back of her head and held it in place... as he rocked his hips and pumped his stiff rod in and out of her mouth, until he suddenly caught his breath and blasted a load of jizz against the back of her throat.

Disappointed... but still game... Kelly continued bobbing her head up and down on his spent boner, swallowing his entire load, as Jay spewed rope after rope of splooge into her mouth, until his nutsack was totally empty.

When Jay was done cumming, and Kelly had licked off the last few drops of semen from the end of his dick, Jay gave her a quick kiss on the forehead... then climbed out of bed and headed for the shower, saying, "That was great, Kel... I gotta get going, though... my plane leaves in a couple of hours."

Then he poked his head back out of the bathroom and said, "Hey, I don't really have time for breakfast, but could you make me a couple of pieces of toast to take with me to the airport?"

With a heavy sigh, Kelly nodded, and mumbled, "Sure, hon... whatever you want."

As she heard the water running in the shower, and Jay humming some tuneless song she didn't recognize, Kelly decided her throbbing clitoris and wet snatch needed some attention. She leaned back against the headboard of their bed... spread her legs... then moved one hand down to her crotch and began stroking her moist pussy... while using the other hand to gently massage her heavy breasts and pull on her taut nipples.

With her eyes closed, and her head resting against the headboard behind her, Kelly rubbed tight little circles around her stiff nub... sometimes sliding a couple of fingers inside her wet vagina... and mewling softly, as a delicious climax began to build between her legs. As her release became imminent, her breathing started to catch... then she let out a guttural moan and creamed all over her probing fingers... as a warm, tingly orgasm washed over her.

As she caught her breath and climbed out of bed, she smiled resignedly to herself and muttered, "Well... it was just a little one... but I guess it was better than nothing."

Kelly threw on a robe and headed into the kitchen to make Jay's toast. As she finished buttering the second slice, she heard Jay's phone buzz on the counter, where it had been charging overnight.

She took a look at the screen, and her eyebrows popped up in surprise.

On Jay's cell phone screen there were two new texts from a woman, whose name Kelly didn't recognize... but she could see part of the text on the phone display, and also that one of the texts was a picture.

Using Jay's password, she activated the phone, and clicked on the texts.

She was even more surprised to see a selfie of a woman... smiling into the camera... totally naked... with her legs apart, and the fingers of one hand spreading her glistening, pink pussy lips... followed by a text that said, "This is what's waiting for you when you get here."

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