The Story of a Desperate Wife

(Happy3):
He hungrily stared at the lady dancing with her drunk husband and noticed that she was watching him lustfully. There was a kind of erotic tinge in her pretty almond eyes that he had never experienced before. She seemed to be burning with her sensuous desires and it looked as if she wanted to eat him raw. Even after she went back to her table, she continued making him the center of her attraction. And as she was leaving, she dropped a small piece of paper after he had a short glimpse of one of her long, creamy, sexy legs. He quickly lifted the note; it included her name, Ms Fantasy, along with her cell number, time to call and  the address.

(aiyoku-takai):
she sat there, on her plush sofa, and waited. it had been a whole day since she had seen the man, yet she couldn't get him out of her head. his eyes, his chest... his everything. she needed him, he was everything her husband could not be. it was already five minuets after the time she had told him to call, but she was not worried. her eyes had begged him, and his had promised. if he wanted to toy with her before, well that just made getting him more apealing. her husband was nothing compared this incubus.she sat and waited for the call, and suddenly there was a knock on her door. she walked over, annoyed at the distraction, and opened it. her heart stopped.

(Happy3):
He saw the pleasant surprise in her wild almond eyes and it took him less than a second to grab the sexy lady and shower wet kisses on her eyes, cheeks, chin, neck, arm and breasts. He had waited too long for this grand moment of making love to a desperate wife who was all his for the whole night with lots of erotic dreams to come true....and then he saw the wanton lady unrobing her gorgeous limbs for him to watch and to play with. A naked Helen of Troy could not surpass the glamour of this lustful woman.

(aiyoku-takai):
she moaned and pulled him imedietly to her room. no introductions would be neccessary, they already understood each other at the deepest of levels. she allowed him the pleasure of removing her garments, completely useless now that he was there to keep her warm. she grinned seductivly as he eyed her body, motioning for him to move closer. she admired every portion of him as his clothes left. he was so muscular,so beautiful, he could please her as her husband had only dreamed of. she needed this man, and made it obvious. she dropped to her knees, in all her pale and gentle glory, and begged him, pleaded with him, to make her his for one night.

(Happy3):
He looked to the lady on her all fours, with a sense of satisfaction. The complete surrender of the wife of a man of status, made him rather haughty. He felt his shaft growing bigger and bigger with the prospect of making love to another man's wife. He had helped satisfy a number of desperate ladies before but she seemed to be his best prize. He had never seen such a perfect naked woman before, her curves so voluptuously inviting, and her nipples so uprightly welcoming his erect member. He was all set to fuck a willing lady. Nothing could stop the two to fuck each other...not even the husband of the lady who was lying completely drunk in a pub in another town after making love with his secretay.

(aiyoku-takai):
she threw her head back, not the slightest bit ashamed of how she felt. her husband wanted to be with his hideous whore of a secretary, let him. she had standards, and this man, god-like in her eyes, exceeded all of them. she didn't doubt he had many nights with lonely women, but was confident she could be much more memorable. she arched her back and looked at him, and eager look in her almound eyes. her husband would have passed out by now, stone drunk, and yelled at her in the morning. this man, she knew he would not have this problem.  she knew he would last all night with her, teaching her things she hadn't even though of in her wildest fantasies. she watches his perfect body move, connect to hers like the world's greatest puzzle. she shudders roughly and cried out loudly, completely his his, for what she knew would be the first of many times that night*

(Happy3):
He was confident she was under his complete spell. So he moved surely, precisely and dominatingly like a sex god could. He was playing like a musician with the musical mouth, rosy breasts, cherry nipples, and heron-like long neck of the hot lady getting pleasure out of her each limb and providing her the joy that none else could give her. His previous experiences with ladies and his innovative approach to the situation were helping a lot. He was making the wanton lady moan and scream, feeling his strong thick shaft, moving in and out of her palms, mouth and thighs. The erotic ecstasy produced cannot be explained in words. It can be olny felt if one could be one of those two love-making partners, exploring the prohibited zones of each other.

(aiyoku-takai):
she cried out, having lost track of how many time he had made her scream. in and out, every hour, was a new game, new idea, new position, new being. she saw everything he did, and she loved every second. for one night he was hers, her personal god. she was his toy, and she loved to be played with. his beautious eyes stared at her from half closed lids, as entrancing as ever as he explored her. this stranger was complete perfection, and it amazed her how much she had needed him. no other man would have done. he was an incubus, and she was completely under his romantic spell. even when she sat on him and he looked up, they both knew he was in control. there wasn't a thing she wouldn't have done for him, not tonight. she could never describe it- it was indescribable. it was far from love, or even lust. it had no name and no explanation unless you were there, feeling him, and watching her. it meant nothing to them. it meant everything.

(Happy3):
He had made love to several ladies before, his neighbor, his classmates, a girl from France, another one from West Indies, two desperate wives, a stewardess from an Asian country, and even one of his voluptuous lady teachers; but tonight was a special night for him. All limbs of his body seemed to be hot as volcano. He released a lot of heat yet the more he released it, the more he wanted to explode himself inside this strange lady's pussy which was all lust, all fire, and all pleasure for him. His dick explored many a soft places of the lady who was lying fully naked under him, moaning like a kitten and groaning like a cub. And every time he entered her, he felt his dick was surfing in a new ocean with lots and lots of treasures and pleasures for him. She appeared to be a spring of pleasure, squirting like a fountain. Both he and the lady knew that one night was not sufficient enough for what they had in store for each other. They had to arrange for more meetings, keeping in view the official schedule of the lady's husband.