[Cheating][MF] I try and put an end to my fling...but I fail | 2016

Sara and I continued fucking. Constantly. Almost every day, sometimes more than once. We'd hook up in the mornings after my fiance had gone to work, before her and I needed to head in. Sometimes I'd had back to her place after work and fuck her brains out before I headed home to bed. Things continued this way for weeks. All this time Sara and my fiance became closer. They'd schedule movie nights, girls nights out, shopping trips. They were becoming good friends. Except for the fact that Sara was fucking me.

After a month or so of this, my conscience started to eat at me. My fiance was a terrific woman. She cooked, she cleaned. She took care of me if I was ill. And I repaid her by fucking her new found friend. I felt like a piece of shit.

So, one night at work, it got the best of me. I was working with Sara. The other staff was on break. I'd been quiet, and Sara picked up that something was bugging me.

"What's wrong?" she asked me.

"We have to stop. I can't keep doing this. It's not right."

"Okay. Well, it was fun. Are [fiance] and I still on for tonight?" She seemed slightly disappointed, but she had a look of understanding on her face.

"Yeah, as far as I know. Do you still need a ride?" The girls liked to drink on their movie nights, and I didn't like the thought of a friend of mine drinking and driving.

I followed Sara home from work. She normally showered and changed into some yoga pants and a more comfortable shirt, and I didn't feel like being bored out of my mind for the 30-45 minutes it took for her to get ready, so I made my way to her couch so I could watch some TV.

I was pretty into whatever was on TV, but some movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. Sara had finished her shower and was in her room. The door wasn't closed all the way, and I could see clearly into her room. She was completely naked except for the towel she had wrapped around her hair. Her small nipples where hard, standing up proudly on her beautiful tits. Her pussy was freshly shaven, and looked as enticing as ever. I could feel myself growing hard in my pants. I tried to avert my attention and stick to my plan on ending things, but her body was too perfect to not pay attention to.

I continued looking through the crack in her door as she rubbed lotion into her skin. My dick was straining against my jeans. She began to get dressed, and bent at the waist to put her legs through her brightly colored yoga pants, giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy. I couldn't take it. Before I could stop myself I was off the couch and opening the door to her room. I grabbed her tit and her waist and pulled her ass into my erection. I nibbled on her neck and shoved my hand between her legs. Her pussy was on fire, already soaking wet.

She reached her hand back, and deftly freed my cock from its denim prison. She bent over her bed and guided me into her. I grabbed her by the hips and bucked into her quickly. Her ass slapped against my pelvis as I put everything I had into fucking her. She pulled herself off the bed, and flattened herself against my torso. She hooked her arm around my head and meshed her lips into mine. I started tweaking her nipple and she moaned into my mouth.

I pulled myself out of her, and shoved her onto her back. I climbed between her legs and shoved my throbbing cock back into her tight wet pussy while my thumb massaged her clit. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her legs started shaking and she let out a scream. I gave her a few more pumps before pulling out and unleashing wave after wave onto her tight stomach.

"Fuuuck. That was good." Sara gasped.