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By *aughtycple50 OP   Couple
23 weeks ago

a place

The sun had just begun to set beyond the rolling hills of Pillaton Farm, casting a warm, orange glow over the small office complex nestled in its embrace. Inside one of these offices, Sian, the company's accountant, sat hunched over her desk. Her eyes were glued to the computer screen, her pupils dilated with a hunger that had nothing to do with the spreadsheets she was supposed to be reviewing. The office was silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioning and the faint sound of a zipper being pulled down.

Her hand had slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, her fingers tracing the silky fabric of her panties. She was lost in a world of digital flesh and moans, her imagination fueled by the pornographic scenes playing out before her. Sian's breath grew shallower as she touched herself, her body responding to the visual feast with a growing ache between her legs. The room grew warmer, the scent of her arousal mingling with the faint smell of ink and paper. Her hand grew bolder, pushing aside the barrier of her underwear to delve into the slick folds of her sex.

Outside, Peter, the burly, blue-collared worker who maintained the farm's grounds, was making his final rounds before heading home. His eyes wandered to the office window, catching a flicker of movement in the dimming light. His curiosity piqued, he approached, the crunch of gravel under his boots growing softer as the grass took over closer to the building. Through the glass, he could see Sian's silhouette, her body moving rhythmically with the strokes of her hand. His own desire stirred, his cock thickening in his pants as he watched her unknowingly.They had been flirting with each other for so long but now he had a chance to enjoy himself with her he couldn't believe his luck.

Without a second thought, Peter tried the door and found it unlocked. The soft click of the handle echoed through the vacant hallway as he pushed it open, his eyes adjusting to the low light of the office. Sian looked up, with a dirty smile, a hand still buried in her pants. Her cheeks flushed,Peter was already crossing the room towards her, his intentions clear.

He grabbed the back of her chair, spinning it around so she faced him. The look on his face was one of raw, animal lust, and it sent a shiver of excitement down Sian's spine. Peter leaned in, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, "You look like you need some help with that."

"yes i do"Sian gasped.

His hand slid up her thigh, pushing her skirt aside to reveal the wetness glistening on her fingers.

Sian's mind raced with desire. She was married, but the thought of her husband, Dev, didn't enter her mind. Instead, she was captivated by the primal urgency in Peter's eyes, the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt as he reached for her. He took her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy and brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. The taste of her arousal on his tongue was like a drug, making him harder than he'd been in months.

With a swift movement, Peter pulled her chair away from the desk and turned her to face him fully. He dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving hers as he pushed her legs apart. Sian's heart thundered in her chest, her body trembling as he leaned in, his breath hot against her skin. The first touch of his tongue was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his neck as he buried his face between her thighs, his beard scratching against her sensitive flesh.

Sian's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, her body responding to Peter's rough ministrations. His tongue was insistent, exploring every inch of her sex with a hunger that seemed to grow with every passing moment. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her hips bucking against his face as she approached climax. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until, with a cry, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a lightning bolt.

Her body went slack, boneless with pleasure, as Peter stood, his eyes gleaming with lust. He reached for his own zipper, releasing his thick, hard cock. It stood proudly against his stomach, flushed and glistening with precum. He stepped closer, pressing himself against her, the heat of his body searing through her thin blouse. Sian's eyes widened as she took in the size of him, her own desire rekindling despite her recent release.

Without a word, Peter reached for her, his hands strong and sure as he lifted her onto the desk. The cool wood pressed against her back, sending a delicious shiver through her. He stepped between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance, and with one swift thrust, he was inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, her body stretching around his girth, filling her in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. She moaned, her nails digging into the desk as he began to fuck her with urgency.

Her pussy clenched around him, the walls tight and greedy, desperate to feel every inch of him. Peter's hips pistoned, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound that filled the small room. Sian could feel the desk moving beneath her, the legs sliding on the floor with each powerful thrust. Her breasts bounced with the force of their union, the fabric of her blouse clinging to her nipples. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her mind a haze of pleasure.

Her second orgasm was a crescendo, a symphony of pleasure that built and built until she was certain she would break apart. Her back arched off the desk, her legs tightening around him, urging him deeper. Peter's grunts grew louder, his strokes more erratic, until, with a roar, he came, his hot seed spilling into her. He collapsed against her, his chest heaving with exertion. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling in the heavy silence.

Then, with a final kiss that was almost tender, Peter pulled away, tucking himself back into his pants. He watched as Sian scrambled to right herself, her eyes glazed and her cheeks still flushed. "You should get home to your husband," he murmured, the hint of a smirk playing at his lips. "I'm sure he'd love to know how well you've been taken care of." With that, he turned and left, the door closing softly behind him.

Sian sat there for a moment, her body still humming with pleasure.

As she gathered her things, she made a decision. Tonight, she would bring home the evidence of her infidelity, a gift for Dev to clean from her body. The thought of his tongue on her, tasting Peter's cum, was almost too much to bear. She could feel another orgasm building, her body insatiable.

The drive home was a blur, her mind racing with the events of the evening. She couldn't wait to be back in her own bed, her husband's face between her legs as he licked her clean. The anticipation was exquisite, each bump in the road a sweet agony that made her clit throb. When she finally pulled into the driveway, her heart was racing, her sex slick and ready for more.

Inside the house, Dev looked up from his book, surprised to see her so early. "What's gotten into you?" he asked, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he took in her disheveled appearance. Sian stepped closer, her eyes dark with need. "I have a surprise for you," she whispered, pushing him down onto the bed. She straddled him, her pussy still slick with Peter's cum. "I want you to taste what I've been doing at work," she said, her voice husky with desire.

Without a word, Dev leaned in, his tongue sliding along her slit, tasting the musky evidence of her affair. Sian moaned, her hips rocking against his face as he ate her out, his tongue swirling around her clit before delving into her depths to gather Peter's cum. The sensation of Dev's mouth on her was electric, a stark contrast to the roughness of Peter's earlier touch. Her husband's tenderness only served to heighten the naughtiness of her earlier encounter, making her feel like a whore for his enjoyment.

As Dev's tongue danced within her, she reached down to cup his face, her fingers tangling in his hair. His eyes met hers, and she saw the flicker of curiosity mixed with arousal. He lapped at her eagerly, his tongue swirling around her clit in slow, deliberate circles that had her writhing above him.

Her orgasm built again, a wave of heat that started in her core and spread outwards, consuming her body. She threw her head back, her moans echoing through the quiet house as she came, her juices mixing with Peter's cum in Dev's mouth. He swallowed greedily, his own cock straining against the fabric of his pants as he felt her shudder against his face.

Finally, she slid off him, her legs trembling, and lay beside him on the bed. "Fuck me," she breathed, her voice a desperate plea. "I need you to fill me up, Dev. I need to feel you inside me after... after what I've done." Dev's eyes widened, his cock jerking at her words. Without hesitation, he rolled her onto her back and positioned himself at her entrance. With one hard thrust, he was inside her, filling her with his warmth, erasing the lingering presence of Peter's intrusion.

Their bodies moved together, a silent dance of passion and need. Each thrust brought her closer to the precipice, her inner walls contracting around his shaft. The scent of their lovemaking filled the room, a heady mix of sweat and sex that only served to drive them wilder. Sian's nails dug into Dev's back as she urged him on, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until she shattered again, her body bowing off the bed as she screamed his name.

Through the haze of pleasure, she was aware of Dev's own climax, his cock pulsing deep within her, his release flooding her already sensitive pussy. They lay there, panting, their bodies entwined in the sticky mess of their passion. The guilt of her infidelity was a distant memory, drowned out by the pulsing aftermath of her orgasm.

And as she drifted off to sleep, the taste of Peter still lingered on her lips, planning her next rendezvous at the office, eager to see if she could recreate the raw, primal feeling that Peter had given her, eager to bring that sweet taste of betrayal home to Dev once more.

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By *aughtycple50 OP   Couple
22 weeks ago

a place

The following weekend, Sian found herself at the center of a storm of her own making. Peter had invited his friends over, a group of rough, burly men who worked the farm alongside him. They knew of her, had heard the whispers of her beauty and her insatiable appetite. And now, she was here, laid bare before them, her body a feast for their eyes.

The room was thick with the scent of lust, the air charged with the promise of what was to come. Peter stood behind her, his hand on her shoulder, a silent claim of ownership. His friends circled her, their eyes raking over her naked flesh, their cocks already hardening at the sight of her. She felt a thrill of fear, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a need so strong she could hardly breathe.

One by one, they approached her, each taking their turn to taste her, to claim her in their own way. Sian's eyes never left Peter's, seeking his approval, his guidance in this new, uncharted territory. He watched her with a mix of pride and hunger, his own cock hard against her back as he whispered for her to relax, to let them have their fill.

The first man, Jake, took her face in his hands, his calloused thumbs brushing over her cheekbones as he kissed her, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. His cock was already out, thick and throbbing, and she reached for it, her hand wrapping around the girth with ease. The feel of him in her hand, the taste of Peter still on her tongue, sent a jolt of electricity through her.

As she stroked Jake, another man, Tom, knelt before her, his tongue flicking over her clit. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt her body begin to respond. The sensation was overwhelming, the touch of two different men sending her spiraling towards the edge of sanity. Her hips rocked against Tom's face, her hand pumping Jake's cock in a silent plea for more.

The night grew wilder, a blur of hands and mouths, of teeth and tongues. They took her in every way imaginable, their grunts and groans a symphony of pleasure that drowned out the thunder outside. And through it all, Peter watched, his hand guiding her, his cock a constant presence that reminded her of her ultimate goal.

As the last man withdrew, she found herself lying on the floor, her body a canvas of love bites and bruises. The room had grown quiet, the storm outside the only sound to break the stillness. Peter bent down to her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're a good girl," he murmured, stroking her cheek with a tenderness that seemed almost out of place amidst the chaos of the night. "Now, it's my turn."

He flipped her over onto her stomach, his hands rough as they spread her cheeks apart. Sian's heart raced, her pussy still pulsing from the onslaught of her earlier climaxes. She felt him position himself, his cock nudging against her tight, puckered hole. She tensed, the thought of his thickness invading her most private place a thrill that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

With one hand on the small of her back, he pushed in, the pressure almost unbearable. She could feel him, inch by inch, filling her up, stretching her to her limits. The pain was intense, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of pleasure that seemed to consume her. The burn grew into a flame, a delicious agony that she craved more of. Peter's grunts grew louder, his pace quickening, as he claimed her in a way that no man ever had.

Her orgasm was like a storm, a tempest that engulfed her from the inside out. She screamed into the carpet, her body bucking beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. And when he finally came, his hot seed spilling into her, she felt complete, her body a vessel for his lust.

The men left, their footsteps heavy on the stairs, leaving Peter and Sian alone in the office. He pulled her to her feet, his hands gentle as he helped her to the desk. He kissed her, tasting himself on her lips, her cheeks stained with tears and sweat. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "And now, I want to send you home to Dev, covered in me."

He led her to the bathroom, running a warm washcloth over her body. Sian felt the ache of her muscles, the sticky residue of their lovemaking clinging to her skin. Yet, she was alive, more alive than she had ever felt before. As Peter cleaned her up, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness that the night was ending.

But as he helped her into her clothes, she knew that this was just the beginning. The secret between them was a bond that could never be broken, a flame that burned hotter with each forbidden encounter. She left the farm that night, her body sore, her mind a whirl of emotions.

The drive home was a blur of rain-slicked streets and the hum of the engine. She could feel Peter's cum leaking from her, a constant reminder of the night she had just shared with his friends. Her thoughts were a chaotic symphony of pleasure and fear, the reality of her actions weighing heavily on her mind.

Yet, as she pulled into the driveway, she couldn't help but smile. The taste of Peter was still on her, the scent of their passion a phantom presence that clung to her like a second skin. She knew Dev would be waiting, his curiosity piqued by her late return.

As she walked into the house, she felt a strange sense of power, a dark thrill that she had never felt before. The storm outside had passed, leaving in its wake a world that felt somehow altered, forever changed by the events of the evening. And as she lay beside Dev, her body still humming with the echoes of Peter's touch, she knew that she would never be the same.

The story of Sian, Peter, and Dev had grown more complicated, the lines of love and lust blurring until they were almost indistinguishable. Yet, amidst the chaos, she had found a new sense of self, a creature of desire that reveled in the thrill of the forbidden.

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By *aughtycple50 OP   Couple
22 weeks ago

a place

The next day, as she went about her usual routines, she felt the weight of her secret, a heavy burden that she bore with a mix of pride and fear. But it was a burden she would carry willingly, for the price of their passion was one she was willing to pay. Each time she felt Peter's eyes on her, she knew that he was thinking of her, his cock hardening at the thought of her body writhing beneath his friends. The knowledge sent a shiver down her spine, a delicious thrill that had her hand straying to her clit more often than not.

As the days turned into weeks, Sian grew bolder, her desires becoming more insatiable. She began to leave little hints for Dev, a smudge of lipstick on her collar, a lingering scent of another man's cologne. Each time he questioned her, she would smile coyly, a knowing glint in her eye that only served to fuel his own curiosity.

One evening, as the sun painted the sky with streaks of pink and gold, she found herself in the office once again, her body trembling with anticipation. This time, it was not just Peter waiting for her, but his friends as well. They had come to claim her, to take her in a way that would leave no doubt in Dev's mind of her infidelity.

The room was a blur of rough hands and hungry eyes, each man eager to possess her. They took turns, filling her pussy, her mouth, her ass, until she was nothing more than a vessel for their lust. Yet, through it all, she felt a strange sense of empowerment, a thrill that came from knowing she could reduce these strong, powerful men to quivering masses of need.

When it was over, when the last man had spilled his seed inside her, she stood before them, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and cum. Peter stepped forward, his cock still hard, his eyes dark with desire. "You're mine," he growled, claiming her once more. "And tonight, when you go home to Dev, I want you to wear our scent like a badge of honor."

The drive home was a blur, the wind whipping through the open car window, carrying with it the scent of the farm. She could feel the cum leaking from her, a sticky mess that seemed to brand her as Peter's property. Yet, she felt alive, more alive than she had ever been before.

As she stepped into the house, the smell of Peter and his friends clinging to her, she knew that the game had changed. No longer was she a passive participant in her own desires, but an active player in a dance of love and deceit. And as she slid into bed beside Dev, his eyes questioning, she knew that she had found a place where she truly belonged—in the arms of the men who could give her what she craved, a world of passion and betrayal that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

The weeks turned into months, their affair growing bolder, more brazen with each passing day. The office became a fortress of pleasure, a sanctuary where she could lose herself in the arms of the men she had come to crave. Yet, the shadow of Dev loomed, a constant reminder of the life she had left behind.

One evening, as she lay with Peter, her body sated and her heart racing, she made a decision. She would share her darkest desires with Dev, invite him into the twisted web they had spun. It was a gamble, a dangerous dance with the truth, but she knew that she could not continue to live a double life much longer.

With trembling hands, she called Dev, her voice a seductive whisper. "Come to the office," she breathed into the phone. "I have something to show you."

The sound of his car pulling into the parking lot was like the ticking of a time bomb, each second bringing her closer to the moment of truth. She watched the door, her heart racing, her pussy throbbing with anticipation.

As Dev walked in, she could see the confusion in his eyes, the question that hung unspoken between them. She took a deep breath, her hand sliding down to caress her cum-covered skin. "Tonight," she purred, "I want you to watch."

The room grew silent as Peter stepped out from the shadows, his cock hard and ready. Sian could see the anger, the betrayal in Dev's eyes, but there was also something else—desire. It was a heady mix that had her pussy clenching, her body begging for more.

The three of them stood there, the tension thick as the air before a storm. And as the first crack of lightning split the sky outside, she knew that their lives would never be the same again. For better or for worse, she had set in motion a series of events that would either destroy them or set their passion free.

And with a deep breath, she stepped forward, offering herself to Dev, offering him the ultimate act of power and submission. Peter's hand on her hip was firm, his grip a silent promise of protection, as she led Dev to the chair she had so often used during her solo sessions. She knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his, and took his cock in her mouth. The taste was familiar, a comfort amidst the chaos of the night's events. His eyes widened, his breath hitching as she began to suck him, her tongue swirling around his shaft.

Sian could feel Peter's gaze on her, a mix of possessiveness and pride. His cock was hard again, the tip pressing against her lower back, a silent demand for her attention. She reached behind her, her hand wrapping around his length, stroking him as she pleasured her husband. The contrast of their skin—his rough and tanned, Dev's soft and pale—was a testament to the forbidden nature of her desires.

As Dev grew closer to the edge, Peter's hand slid down to her pussy, pushing two fingers inside her. She moaned around her husband's cock, the sensation of being filled while pleasuring him sending her spiraling towards another climax. The room was alive with the sound of wet, sloppy kisses, of skin slapping against skin. And in that moment, she realized that she didn't want to hide anymore.

With a final, desperate suck, Dev came, his cum spurting into her mouth. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, the act a declaration of her newfound freedom. Peter's hand didn't stop moving, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that only he knew how to find. Her orgasm was a silent scream, a wave of pleasure that washed over her like a warm embrace.

As Dev's breathing evened out, she turned to Peter, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that was no longer hidden. He didn't hesitate, pulling her to her feet and spinning her around, his cock pushing into her still-spasming pussy. The sound of their bodies coming together was a symphony of need, a cacophony that filled the room. Dev watched, his cock still hard, his eyes alight with a mix of anger, lust, and something else—understanding.

The tension grew, the air thick with the scent of sex and secrets. Peter's thrusts grew more urgent, his breath hot against her neck. She could feel her body responding, her inner walls tightening around him, her orgasm building once again. And as she reached the peak, she knew that she had made the right choice.

With a final, guttural roar, Peter filled her with his seed, his hips jerking with the force of his release. She leaned back into him, her body trembling with the aftershocks, her eyes finding Dev's once more. The silence was deafening, the only sound the rain tapping against the window.

The moment hung, suspended in time, as they all processed what had just happened. And then, with a soft, almost shy smile, Sian turned to Dev and offered him her hand. "You're next," she whispered, her voice filled with a seductive promise that made his heart race.

The rest of the night was a blur of sensation, each man taking her in turn, her body a playground for their desires. They fucked her with an intensity that was almost painful, but she took it all, her cries of pleasure echoing through the office. And as dawn broke, the storm outside mirroring the tumultuous emotions within, she knew that she had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

Their marriage would never be the same, but neither would she. Sian had found a part of herself that she had never known existed, a creature of passion and want that reveled in the thrill of the forbidden. And as they lay together, their bodies tangled in a mess of sweat and cum, she knew that she had made a pact with the devil, a deal she was willing to make again and again.

In the harsh light of day, the reality of their actions was stark. But the passion that burned between them was a fire that could not be extinguished. And so, she walked the tightrope of her desires, her heart torn between the love for her husband and the lust for Peter and his friends.

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