One Night Stand Behind Her Husband's Back

Arlo was gorgeous.

Luna had always thought so. And it wasn’t just his physical appearance; his slim build, blue eyes or roguish smile, it was the way he treated other people, like everyone around him was special, and important.

Once, Luna had dreamt of marrying Arlo. Once, she’d fantasised about his lips pressing against hers, his cock penetrating her cunt.

That was before she’d moved away, found someone else, married.

Now she’d flown interstate for a work conference, and found herself at a bar with him.

She’d brought him a drink.

She shouldn’t have, the spark between them had been obvious the instant she laid eyes on him, but she couldn’t help it.

She hadn’t experienced intimacy in far too long.

Her husband had been distant, both of them focused on their careers, building up savings for the house and children they planned to have one day.

Was it worth it? Luna missed the intimacy from their early days of marriage. But more than that. She hungered for it.

She couldn’t help it if the thrill at the sight of her high school crush was the most exciting thing that had happened to her in years.

Arlo was pleased to see her, too. After their first drink he bought her a second. She saw his gaze drop to her finger, where her wedding ring should’ve been.

Luna pretended she didn’t notice. She and her husband never wore their rings, a mutual decision. She couldn’t help it if Arlo made assumptions, could she?

“Would you like to come back to my place?”

She intended to tell him she was married, but the hunger in his gaze made her feel wanted, and instead she nodded, and took his hand.

Once the door was locked behind them he pushed her against the wall, his kiss deep, passionate, desperate.

“You’re so gorgeous. Why didn’t we ever hook up before?”

She shrugged. In high school she was shy, while he’d been overwhelmed with every other girl at school fighting for his attention.

She’d never had the energy to bother with that.

She discarded her dress as they kissed, fumbling with zips and buttons with their lips pressed together as though they couldn’t get enough.

Arlo was a passionate lover. He caressed her face, his fingers barely touching her skin as they explored her every dip and bulge, his touch all the more electric for it.

She was wet long before he touched any of her sensitive zones, gasping for more as his lips brushed the skin around her breasts, his fingers caressing her thighs.

“Fuck me, Arlo. Please.” No one had made her feel so horny before.

He obliged. Lips brushing her breasts, tongue flicking her nipples.

Pleasure arched her back, and spread her legs, inviting him in.

His mouth found her clit first, sucking, circling.

His tongue lathed her pussy, licking from perineum to clit and back before pressing inside.

She moaned and writhed as his thumb applied just the right amount of pressure to her clit, an orgasm tearing through her body as his tongue and fingers moved together, her body so hungry for the pleasure he was providing.

He kissed his way back up her body and she pushed him back onto the bed, fighting with his trousers to free the hard cock she could feel underneath.

He groaned as she took it in her mouth, coating it with her saliva before sliding up his body and impaling herself on his dick.

“You don’t want me to wear a condom?”

She shook her head. “I’m on the pill.” She didn’t care about anything else, didn’t want to think about anything beyond the moment, beyond taking her fill.

She held Arlo’s wrists either side of his head as she rode him, rotating her hips so his cock hit just where she needed it.

“Fuck.” His eyes rolled back into his head, grunting as his hips thrust, pressing deeper inside her with every movement.

“Fuck.” He moaned again as he came, and Luna let go of one wrist to rub her clit, sitting on him as she climaxed.

“My god.” His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath. “If I’d had any idea you were this good in bed I would’ve hooked up with you years ago.”

Luna rolled off him, fear rising in her chest now the act was done.

“Hey, you can stay, if you want.” He patted the bed.

Luna shook her head. “I shouldn’t. An early start tomorrow.” It was a terrible excuse, but she found she couldn’t say the things she ought to say.

All she wanted to do was to fuck him again, and again, and again, but where would that lead?

“Can we keep in touch?”

She hesitated.

“Was I that bad?” He forced a laugh, and she caught his gaze, recognised the tinge of uncertainty.

“You were incredible.” She sat on the bed and took his hand. “I haven’t experienced anything like that in a long time. But I’m so busy with work. I’ve got goals, I’m so close. I don’t have time for anything else.” It wasn’t a lie.

“So call me, next time you’re in town. We can hook up. It doesn’t have to be a commitment.” He scrawled his number on a piece of paper, and handed it over.

“I enjoyed our evening. Let’s make sure it happens again.”

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