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At twenty-nine, Julian would be what you'd call a catch. Six-foot-seven and two hundred ten pounds of tight, lean muscle and model looks. He had been a college basketball star at Stanford, but the one-dimensional, white three-point shooter couldn't make his mark in the pros. What a forgettable three-year NBA career — plus another two seasons in Europe — did for him however, was set him up monetarily.
Endurance had always been his athletic strength, and his financial freedom allowed him to subsequently pursue a career as a triathlete. His two years playing in Italy had been pure hedonism — multiple women and an overindulgence in alcohol. Yet a new-found dedication to nutrition had led him to three top-10 finishes in ITU world series events in 2012. At the Ironman in the same year, he finished 39th — which was not bad at all.
However a calf strain in 2013 led him to a sports injury clinic and the physio table of Naomi.
Naomi was thirty-four, a natural beauty with a pert, petite athletic body. If there was a celebrity she resembled, it just might be Kate Beckinsale. She usually wore her medium-length light-brown hair in a ponytail, pulled back tight over her porcelain skin. She was married with a six-year-old child, but financial shortcomings and her husband's gradual weight gain had put strain on her marriage. Naomi was a fitness nut also; it was what led her into a career as a physiotherapist. She had been a volleyball player and long-distance runner in college, and over the past few years she had become focused on eventually competing in a triathlon.
When the clinic director introduced Naomi to her new client Julian, her knees weakened and her heart skipped a beat. Not only was he hot — she thought he looked like Ian Somerhalder — she knew exactly who he was through the attention she had paid to the professional triathlon circuit.
Julian instantly picked up on the vibe.
"Nice to meet you Naomi," he said, sultrily gazing into her eyes as he shook her hand.
Later, with Julian face-down on the table, Naomi worked his long, chiseled leg. "You're a triathlete, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Julian responded. "We're not exactly a famous lot."
As Naomi explained her interest in triathlon, Julian knew he had an in. "What would be your weakest of the three sports?" he asked her.
"Definitely swimming," she said.
"That's what you have to focus on," he replied. "For me, it's cycling. We should get out some time and work on those."
Naomi was flattered, but quickly changed the subject back to his leg. After she hooked his calf up to the IFC machine, she left the room. The first thing she did was Google Julian on her phone. It was then that she discovered he had been an NBA player as well. She thought about asking him about that, but realized it would be too weird and stalker-like to come up with information like that so quickly.
"I think you're going to need twice-a-week work for a couple of weeks," she said to him when she returned to the room.
"Great, I'm looking forward to it," Julian said as they parted ways.
*
In the coming days and weeks, their flirting intensified. Working on Julian's body turned Naomi on more and more. Julian continued to suggest that they should get together to work out away from the clinic.
"I think you have the makings of a tremendous athlete," Julian would tell her.
Naomi began to feel confused. She couldn't deny her attraction to this wealthy stud triathlete, but there was hesitance setting in regarding her husband. She had never cheated on him, even though she'd had a couple of opportunities over the years. At the same time, a perfect specimen like Julian rarely came around.
To make things even more difficult, the clinic had extremely strict rules about staff becoming involved with clients. Such an infraction if discovered would result in dismissal. She had already committed a sin by giving Julian her cell number, under the auspices that he could text her questions about his leg.
"So when are we going to hit the bike and the water?" Julian asked on the last day of his treatment cycle.
"I'm not supposed to fraternize with clients," Naomi responded as she massaged his calf.
"Fraternize?" Julian said, rolling over onto his back. "This is athletic activity," he said coyly. "I think it would help my rehabilitation."
Naomi laughed.
"Well," Julian sighed. "My treatment period is almost over anyways."
"Okay, well let's go for a bike ride," she said almost reflexively, only partly thinking about all that could entail.
*
The following Friday, Naomi booked the day off work. She hooked her mountain bike up to the back of her Jeep Liberty and met Julian outside his complex at 8 a.m. With his bike added to the rack, they drove west to Huddart Park and the hills.
Julian knew a place, he said, that would be perfect. They parked her SUV in a lot off a quiet road, and headed off on their bikes. As they rode the winding trails they were checking each other out most of the time. Naomi's pert body was accentuated beautifully by her synthetic cycling outfit, and Julian fought off physical arousal as he churned uphill.
After two hours of cycling, they stopped in a remote clearing with a bench under some giant redwoods. Julian was hot, so he unzipped his cycling jersey and pulled it off. For the first time, Naomi caught a glimpse of him topless and his chiseled, tanned and tight upper body without an ounce of fat on it.
"That's a cool tattoo," she said, pointing out the sun design surrounding his belly button. She had seen it on videos of him competing in triathlons, but was particularly taken by it in person.
As they both sat on the bench to take a break and drink some water, Julian asked her if she had any tattoos.
She turned slightly, lifting the back of her top to reveal a butterfly on the small of her back.
"Oh, a tramp stamp," Julian joked. "How long have you had that?"
"Since college. And I'm not a tramp," she added, mostly amused but slightly annoyed by his remark. "Besides, you're the professional athlete."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.
"I'm sure you've been with hundreds of women."
Julian grinned.
"Maybe I have I guess," he replied, training his blue eyes into Naomi's. "I was joking. I don't judge people, I think people should go after what they want, whoever they are."
Naomi giggled playfully, snatching the water bottle out of his hands. "Ya, I guess that's easier when you have the kind of money you do."
"I think you're under a misconception about how 'rich' I am," Julian said, taking a slightly more serious tone. "I made a little over three million dollars in the NBA and another million in Europe, but I'm still living off that to some degree."
"I didn't mean to sound flip," Naomi conceded. "I understand. I guess I'm a little jealous ..."
"How come?" Julian quickly interjected.
"Well if I had a nest egg I'd pursue being a triathlete too," said Naomi. "But, husband, child, job, etcetera."
"That's noble," he responded. "But you have to do what you want, no matter what."
Naomi was immensely turned on by Julian's bold confidence. She started thinking about kissing him, but he beat her to the punch.
"There's winners and losers," he said, leaning in and passionately kissing her.
Naomi was a little taken aback, but returned in kind. Julian began rubbing her thigh, and she started caressing his bare chest and torso with her hand. The kissing quickly intensified, and before she knew it Naomi was absentmindedly removing her top. Julian dove into her tits, licking each nipple while his hand gravitated up her leg. His cock was suddenly at attention, throbbing through this Under Armour shorts.
He swung his right leg over the back of the bench so he could face her, and she began poking at his crotch. Pulling down his shorts until his manhood sprang free, violently snapping up over his belly button tattoo. Naomi was transfixed by its sight; she had fantasized that at 6-foot-7 he would be large, but seeing it sent her over the top. He had to be almost ten inches long and very thick, but noteworthy to her was the fact he was uncircumcised. Instinctively she began using her hand on him, rapidly beating him off.
Suddenly, there was noise in the distance. They were in a very remote area, but it was still popular with hikers and cyclists. It was also broad daylight. They heard a group of people chattering, and instantly stopped what they were doing. Naomi put on her top quickly while Julian tried to kill his erection and stuff his member back into his shorts.
Within a few seconds, a group of six cyclists came into sight over the ridge in the trail. They had covered up in time, but one of the cyclists recognized Julian.
"Julian, what's up man," said one of the guys.
It turned out it was somebody he knew. The group exchanged pleasantries while a flummoxed Naomi hoped her skin wasn't too flush. After some chit-chat the group decided to cycle on together, what had happened on the bench quickly forgotten.
That afternoon, Naomi drove Julian home. As she dropped him off at his place, he leaned in to kiss her. However, her hesitance returned. After all she thought, perhaps the people showing up was a sign of some sort.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this," she said. "I'm sorry."
"No problem," he gently replied, smiling. "Don't be sorry."
Late that night at her house, when her husband and son were sleeping, she watched a YouTube video of Julian in a college basketball game, followed by another one of him in a triathlon. Increasingly aroused, she fought of the urge to masturbate.
At that same exact moment in his loft across town, Julian was completing sexual intercourse with a young blonde Starbucks barista he had met the previous week. With his final thrusts, and as he came, he pictured Naomi.
*
Two weeks and two days later, Naomi's husband had taken their son out of town for a tee-ball tournament. On Sunday morning, Julian sent her a text. "I'm playing soccer today, should really have my physiotherapist there," it read.
She was still fantasizing about him, and was amused and intrigued by the text.
"Is there a sport u don't play?" she texted back.
"Games," Julian replied.
Naomi couldn't overcome her desire. It was the total package with Julian: the confidence, the physical attraction and perhaps deep down, a secret feeling that he had the life she wished she did.
"Am not supposed to do this," she typed in response, her knees weakening. "Where?"
A few hours later, Naomi pulled her Jeep up next to a park. Her mind was still going 100 miles per hour about whether she should have been there or not, but the die was cast.
On the soccer field Julian was in full swing, playing with some friends. His shirt was off, and he appeared to be dominating play. He had cut his hair with the sides shaved, the top pulled back into a small ponytail. Naomi watched him from the driver's seat for a few minutes. Her nipples quickly hardened and her panties became moist.
When the guys wrapped up the game, she walked over. Julian greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. She looked extremely hot he thought, wearing jeans and a tight henley that showed off her slim, athletic physique.
"How's your leg?" she facetiously asked.
"Fine," he said matter-of-factly, looking at her with bedroom eyes as he pulled his polo shirt on. "I came here with a friend, I was hoping you could give me a ride home."
Ten minutes later they were at Julian's condo building. He wanted to go at it with her in the elevator, but there was somebody else in it with them. When they entered his soaring loft, Naomi's breath was taken away by the view.
"This is beautiful," she said.
"It's a perfect place to finish what we started," said Julian, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her neck.
Within seconds they were tugging each others' clothes off. Naomi pulled his shorts down and dropped to her knees. His long, hard thick cock was pointing straight up in the air, and she took the head in her mouth. As she gradually licked her way down the underside of his shaft, she gagged periodically.
"You're so huge," she gasped between mouthfuls.
"Oh God, fuck yeah," Julian blurted out, pulling the scrunchy out of her hair and releasing her pony tail. "I can't wait to fuck you with it."
Naomi's head was spinning and her body shook at the thought of his manhood being inside her. Grabbing the base of it, she began stroking his column rapidly, taking turns to try and cover it with as much of her mouth as she could.
"I need to fuck you," he groaned, his hands ran more aggressively through her hair.
She began hyperventilating, as she knew it was imminent. There would be no interruptions in his loft.
As she'd driven him to his place, she had tried to remind herself to ask him to use a condom. But that was the last thing on her mind now.
Standing up, she furiously undid her jeans as Julian lifted her henley off. His cock was wagging like the tail of a dog, and his hands went straight between her legs. Pulling down her panties from the back with one hand, his other stimulated her clitoris and gently began fingering her rapidly dampening vagina.
"You're so wet," Julian whispered.
Her heavy breathing morphed into soft moans.
Julian lifted Naomi up and sat her on the countertop, and without wasting another second drove his throbbing rod deep inside her. She let out a piercing squeal of delight as he started fucking her, significant amounts of her juices squirting out of her the first few times he pulled back. His height was perfect for the level of the counter, and he lifted her right leg and slung it over his shoulder as he picked up his cadence. She responded with some of the loudest moaning he ever had in a woman, and their coitus reached a frenzied pace.
The buildup to this moment had Naomi hornier than she'd ever been in her life. "You're so fucking hot!" she exclaimed repeatedly, her words broken apart by the rhythmic pulse of each thrust. She came quickly, screaming Julian's name as a torrent of her juices squirting out onto the countertop.
He was fighting off coming, and he applied some pressure to the base of his cock with his fingers to prevent it.
Naomi was far from done however.
"I want to ride you right now," she exclaimed.
Julian sat down on the sofa and reclined back. Naomi's pussy was saturated, and he gently fingered her as she straddled him. Then she slowly began to impale herself on him, her body almost convulsing as each inch entered her. She hadn't been with a guy this big since college, and she knew full well her husband was undersized. What hurt a little first soon became intense pleasure, the sensation of being completely filled.
Her slow rocking back and forth gave way to bouncing up and down, and with her eyes closed a look of ecstasy crossed her face as she arched her back to feel every ounce of his manhood. Her arousal had her nipples erect like long wine corks and Julian caressed them, gently pinching and twisting each pink jewel. Her fingernails dug into his tight chest, and her pussy tightened around his shaft like a vice. Then they came at the same time. The head of his cock flared, and then came a flood of his semen inside her. Their shared moans echoed off the bare white walls of the two-story loft.
Naomi sat back to catch her breath, almost feeling awkward. Julian got up and went to the kitchen, offering her a drink. As she gazed lustily at his naked body, sweat built up on his washboard stomach, she couldn't help but feel pangs of guilt. Not only regarding her adultery, but the fact she let him fuck her bareback and come inside her. She wondered what she was doing.
Julian returned to the sofa, his cock half-hard. "I don't think I'm going to be able to get enough of you," he said.
Before she could say anything, his head was buried between her legs and he was eating her out.
His tongue expertly worked her clit and lips. Naomi threw her head back and began moaning, everything that was on her mind the previous minute washed away. She began coming in quick spurts over and over again. Meanwhile Julian grabbed his cock in a loose fist and started beating off, bringing it back to attention.
Naomi stood up and turned around, taking position on the arm of the sofa. He entered her from behind and initiated doggy-style.
Right away, she was overwhelmed. "Oh my god!" she screamed.
He was so big and it was so tight that she was almost uncomfortable. Still, she couldn't stop, and she reached down and stimulated her clit as Julian nonchalantly fucked her, groaning away. After a minute or so, she stopped, straightened up and turned around.
"Finish me with you on top," she said.
Naomi lay spread eagle on the sofa, and Julian plunged into her, his feet planted on the floor. With her legs around his shoulders, he began fucking her like a jackhammer. His hips moved at a dizzying pace as his hard cock filled her with each powerful thrust. Naomi's moaning reached its highest level, enough that Julian wondered if the neighbors were hearing them. The only competition for her sounds of ecstasy was the noise of skin slapping off each other, as his lithe torso collided with the back of her smooth legs.
She began intensely squirming as an incredible orgasm built inside her. As he fucked her like a machine, her moans turned to screaming garbled words and she came hard. Her pussy violently contracted around his cock, and she bucked up hard into him to feel every inch.
Julian couldn't hold his massive load any longer. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna fucking come!" he blurted out, and with a final rapid-fire thrust he pulled out, shooting a rope of come onto her tits and stomach. The skin all over Naomi's body had turned a bright shade of pink, and in a state of pure ecstasy she absentmindedly began rubbing his warm essence all over herself.
He collapsed on her and they locked in a deep kiss.
Later, they showered together and fucked again on the bathroom floor. It was dusk as Naomi dressed to leave, and she knew her husband would be due home soon. Before she left, Julian grabbed her around the waist, and rubbing her ass, kissed her goodbye.
"I'm looking forward to next time," he said.
Endurance had always been his athletic strength, and his financial freedom allowed him to subsequently pursue a career as a triathlete. His two years playing in Italy had been pure hedonism — multiple women and an overindulgence in alcohol. Yet a new-found dedication to nutrition had led him to three top-10 finishes in ITU world series events in 2012. At the Ironman in the same year, he finished 39th — which was not bad at all.
However a calf strain in 2013 led him to a sports injury clinic and the physio table of Naomi.
Naomi was thirty-four, a natural beauty with a pert, petite athletic body. If there was a celebrity she resembled, it just might be Kate Beckinsale. She usually wore her medium-length light-brown hair in a ponytail, pulled back tight over her porcelain skin. She was married with a six-year-old child, but financial shortcomings and her husband's gradual weight gain had put strain on her marriage. Naomi was a fitness nut also; it was what led her into a career as a physiotherapist. She had been a volleyball player and long-distance runner in college, and over the past few years she had become focused on eventually competing in a triathlon.
When the clinic director introduced Naomi to her new client Julian, her knees weakened and her heart skipped a beat. Not only was he hot — she thought he looked like Ian Somerhalder — she knew exactly who he was through the attention she had paid to the professional triathlon circuit.
Julian instantly picked up on the vibe.
"Nice to meet you Naomi," he said, sultrily gazing into her eyes as he shook her hand.
Later, with Julian face-down on the table, Naomi worked his long, chiseled leg. "You're a triathlete, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Julian responded. "We're not exactly a famous lot."
As Naomi explained her interest in triathlon, Julian knew he had an in. "What would be your weakest of the three sports?" he asked her.
"Definitely swimming," she said.
"That's what you have to focus on," he replied. "For me, it's cycling. We should get out some time and work on those."
Naomi was flattered, but quickly changed the subject back to his leg. After she hooked his calf up to the IFC machine, she left the room. The first thing she did was Google Julian on her phone. It was then that she discovered he had been an NBA player as well. She thought about asking him about that, but realized it would be too weird and stalker-like to come up with information like that so quickly.
"I think you're going to need twice-a-week work for a couple of weeks," she said to him when she returned to the room.
"Great, I'm looking forward to it," Julian said as they parted ways.
*
In the coming days and weeks, their flirting intensified. Working on Julian's body turned Naomi on more and more. Julian continued to suggest that they should get together to work out away from the clinic.
"I think you have the makings of a tremendous athlete," Julian would tell her.
Naomi began to feel confused. She couldn't deny her attraction to this wealthy stud triathlete, but there was hesitance setting in regarding her husband. She had never cheated on him, even though she'd had a couple of opportunities over the years. At the same time, a perfect specimen like Julian rarely came around.
To make things even more difficult, the clinic had extremely strict rules about staff becoming involved with clients. Such an infraction if discovered would result in dismissal. She had already committed a sin by giving Julian her cell number, under the auspices that he could text her questions about his leg.
"So when are we going to hit the bike and the water?" Julian asked on the last day of his treatment cycle.
"I'm not supposed to fraternize with clients," Naomi responded as she massaged his calf.
"Fraternize?" Julian said, rolling over onto his back. "This is athletic activity," he said coyly. "I think it would help my rehabilitation."
Naomi laughed.
"Well," Julian sighed. "My treatment period is almost over anyways."
"Okay, well let's go for a bike ride," she said almost reflexively, only partly thinking about all that could entail.
*
The following Friday, Naomi booked the day off work. She hooked her mountain bike up to the back of her Jeep Liberty and met Julian outside his complex at 8 a.m. With his bike added to the rack, they drove west to Huddart Park and the hills.
Julian knew a place, he said, that would be perfect. They parked her SUV in a lot off a quiet road, and headed off on their bikes. As they rode the winding trails they were checking each other out most of the time. Naomi's pert body was accentuated beautifully by her synthetic cycling outfit, and Julian fought off physical arousal as he churned uphill.
After two hours of cycling, they stopped in a remote clearing with a bench under some giant redwoods. Julian was hot, so he unzipped his cycling jersey and pulled it off. For the first time, Naomi caught a glimpse of him topless and his chiseled, tanned and tight upper body without an ounce of fat on it.
"That's a cool tattoo," she said, pointing out the sun design surrounding his belly button. She had seen it on videos of him competing in triathlons, but was particularly taken by it in person.
As they both sat on the bench to take a break and drink some water, Julian asked her if she had any tattoos.
She turned slightly, lifting the back of her top to reveal a butterfly on the small of her back.
"Oh, a tramp stamp," Julian joked. "How long have you had that?"
"Since college. And I'm not a tramp," she added, mostly amused but slightly annoyed by his remark. "Besides, you're the professional athlete."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.
"I'm sure you've been with hundreds of women."
Julian grinned.
"Maybe I have I guess," he replied, training his blue eyes into Naomi's. "I was joking. I don't judge people, I think people should go after what they want, whoever they are."
Naomi giggled playfully, snatching the water bottle out of his hands. "Ya, I guess that's easier when you have the kind of money you do."
"I think you're under a misconception about how 'rich' I am," Julian said, taking a slightly more serious tone. "I made a little over three million dollars in the NBA and another million in Europe, but I'm still living off that to some degree."
"I didn't mean to sound flip," Naomi conceded. "I understand. I guess I'm a little jealous ..."
"How come?" Julian quickly interjected.
"Well if I had a nest egg I'd pursue being a triathlete too," said Naomi. "But, husband, child, job, etcetera."
"That's noble," he responded. "But you have to do what you want, no matter what."
Naomi was immensely turned on by Julian's bold confidence. She started thinking about kissing him, but he beat her to the punch.
"There's winners and losers," he said, leaning in and passionately kissing her.
Naomi was a little taken aback, but returned in kind. Julian began rubbing her thigh, and she started caressing his bare chest and torso with her hand. The kissing quickly intensified, and before she knew it Naomi was absentmindedly removing her top. Julian dove into her tits, licking each nipple while his hand gravitated up her leg. His cock was suddenly at attention, throbbing through this Under Armour shorts.
He swung his right leg over the back of the bench so he could face her, and she began poking at his crotch. Pulling down his shorts until his manhood sprang free, violently snapping up over his belly button tattoo. Naomi was transfixed by its sight; she had fantasized that at 6-foot-7 he would be large, but seeing it sent her over the top. He had to be almost ten inches long and very thick, but noteworthy to her was the fact he was uncircumcised. Instinctively she began using her hand on him, rapidly beating him off.
Suddenly, there was noise in the distance. They were in a very remote area, but it was still popular with hikers and cyclists. It was also broad daylight. They heard a group of people chattering, and instantly stopped what they were doing. Naomi put on her top quickly while Julian tried to kill his erection and stuff his member back into his shorts.
Within a few seconds, a group of six cyclists came into sight over the ridge in the trail. They had covered up in time, but one of the cyclists recognized Julian.
"Julian, what's up man," said one of the guys.
It turned out it was somebody he knew. The group exchanged pleasantries while a flummoxed Naomi hoped her skin wasn't too flush. After some chit-chat the group decided to cycle on together, what had happened on the bench quickly forgotten.
That afternoon, Naomi drove Julian home. As she dropped him off at his place, he leaned in to kiss her. However, her hesitance returned. After all she thought, perhaps the people showing up was a sign of some sort.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this," she said. "I'm sorry."
"No problem," he gently replied, smiling. "Don't be sorry."
Late that night at her house, when her husband and son were sleeping, she watched a YouTube video of Julian in a college basketball game, followed by another one of him in a triathlon. Increasingly aroused, she fought of the urge to masturbate.
At that same exact moment in his loft across town, Julian was completing sexual intercourse with a young blonde Starbucks barista he had met the previous week. With his final thrusts, and as he came, he pictured Naomi.
*
Two weeks and two days later, Naomi's husband had taken their son out of town for a tee-ball tournament. On Sunday morning, Julian sent her a text. "I'm playing soccer today, should really have my physiotherapist there," it read.
She was still fantasizing about him, and was amused and intrigued by the text.
"Is there a sport u don't play?" she texted back.
"Games," Julian replied.
Naomi couldn't overcome her desire. It was the total package with Julian: the confidence, the physical attraction and perhaps deep down, a secret feeling that he had the life she wished she did.
"Am not supposed to do this," she typed in response, her knees weakening. "Where?"
A few hours later, Naomi pulled her Jeep up next to a park. Her mind was still going 100 miles per hour about whether she should have been there or not, but the die was cast.
On the soccer field Julian was in full swing, playing with some friends. His shirt was off, and he appeared to be dominating play. He had cut his hair with the sides shaved, the top pulled back into a small ponytail. Naomi watched him from the driver's seat for a few minutes. Her nipples quickly hardened and her panties became moist.
When the guys wrapped up the game, she walked over. Julian greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. She looked extremely hot he thought, wearing jeans and a tight henley that showed off her slim, athletic physique.
"How's your leg?" she facetiously asked.
"Fine," he said matter-of-factly, looking at her with bedroom eyes as he pulled his polo shirt on. "I came here with a friend, I was hoping you could give me a ride home."
Ten minutes later they were at Julian's condo building. He wanted to go at it with her in the elevator, but there was somebody else in it with them. When they entered his soaring loft, Naomi's breath was taken away by the view.
"This is beautiful," she said.
"It's a perfect place to finish what we started," said Julian, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her neck.
Within seconds they were tugging each others' clothes off. Naomi pulled his shorts down and dropped to her knees. His long, hard thick cock was pointing straight up in the air, and she took the head in her mouth. As she gradually licked her way down the underside of his shaft, she gagged periodically.
"You're so huge," she gasped between mouthfuls.
"Oh God, fuck yeah," Julian blurted out, pulling the scrunchy out of her hair and releasing her pony tail. "I can't wait to fuck you with it."
Naomi's head was spinning and her body shook at the thought of his manhood being inside her. Grabbing the base of it, she began stroking his column rapidly, taking turns to try and cover it with as much of her mouth as she could.
"I need to fuck you," he groaned, his hands ran more aggressively through her hair.
She began hyperventilating, as she knew it was imminent. There would be no interruptions in his loft.
As she'd driven him to his place, she had tried to remind herself to ask him to use a condom. But that was the last thing on her mind now.
Standing up, she furiously undid her jeans as Julian lifted her henley off. His cock was wagging like the tail of a dog, and his hands went straight between her legs. Pulling down her panties from the back with one hand, his other stimulated her clitoris and gently began fingering her rapidly dampening vagina.
"You're so wet," Julian whispered.
Her heavy breathing morphed into soft moans.
Julian lifted Naomi up and sat her on the countertop, and without wasting another second drove his throbbing rod deep inside her. She let out a piercing squeal of delight as he started fucking her, significant amounts of her juices squirting out of her the first few times he pulled back. His height was perfect for the level of the counter, and he lifted her right leg and slung it over his shoulder as he picked up his cadence. She responded with some of the loudest moaning he ever had in a woman, and their coitus reached a frenzied pace.
The buildup to this moment had Naomi hornier than she'd ever been in her life. "You're so fucking hot!" she exclaimed repeatedly, her words broken apart by the rhythmic pulse of each thrust. She came quickly, screaming Julian's name as a torrent of her juices squirting out onto the countertop.
He was fighting off coming, and he applied some pressure to the base of his cock with his fingers to prevent it.
Naomi was far from done however.
"I want to ride you right now," she exclaimed.
Julian sat down on the sofa and reclined back. Naomi's pussy was saturated, and he gently fingered her as she straddled him. Then she slowly began to impale herself on him, her body almost convulsing as each inch entered her. She hadn't been with a guy this big since college, and she knew full well her husband was undersized. What hurt a little first soon became intense pleasure, the sensation of being completely filled.
Her slow rocking back and forth gave way to bouncing up and down, and with her eyes closed a look of ecstasy crossed her face as she arched her back to feel every ounce of his manhood. Her arousal had her nipples erect like long wine corks and Julian caressed them, gently pinching and twisting each pink jewel. Her fingernails dug into his tight chest, and her pussy tightened around his shaft like a vice. Then they came at the same time. The head of his cock flared, and then came a flood of his semen inside her. Their shared moans echoed off the bare white walls of the two-story loft.
Naomi sat back to catch her breath, almost feeling awkward. Julian got up and went to the kitchen, offering her a drink. As she gazed lustily at his naked body, sweat built up on his washboard stomach, she couldn't help but feel pangs of guilt. Not only regarding her adultery, but the fact she let him fuck her bareback and come inside her. She wondered what she was doing.
Julian returned to the sofa, his cock half-hard. "I don't think I'm going to be able to get enough of you," he said.
Before she could say anything, his head was buried between her legs and he was eating her out.
His tongue expertly worked her clit and lips. Naomi threw her head back and began moaning, everything that was on her mind the previous minute washed away. She began coming in quick spurts over and over again. Meanwhile Julian grabbed his cock in a loose fist and started beating off, bringing it back to attention.
Naomi stood up and turned around, taking position on the arm of the sofa. He entered her from behind and initiated doggy-style.
Right away, she was overwhelmed. "Oh my god!" she screamed.
He was so big and it was so tight that she was almost uncomfortable. Still, she couldn't stop, and she reached down and stimulated her clit as Julian nonchalantly fucked her, groaning away. After a minute or so, she stopped, straightened up and turned around.
"Finish me with you on top," she said.
Naomi lay spread eagle on the sofa, and Julian plunged into her, his feet planted on the floor. With her legs around his shoulders, he began fucking her like a jackhammer. His hips moved at a dizzying pace as his hard cock filled her with each powerful thrust. Naomi's moaning reached its highest level, enough that Julian wondered if the neighbors were hearing them. The only competition for her sounds of ecstasy was the noise of skin slapping off each other, as his lithe torso collided with the back of her smooth legs.
She began intensely squirming as an incredible orgasm built inside her. As he fucked her like a machine, her moans turned to screaming garbled words and she came hard. Her pussy violently contracted around his cock, and she bucked up hard into him to feel every inch.
Julian couldn't hold his massive load any longer. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna fucking come!" he blurted out, and with a final rapid-fire thrust he pulled out, shooting a rope of come onto her tits and stomach. The skin all over Naomi's body had turned a bright shade of pink, and in a state of pure ecstasy she absentmindedly began rubbing his warm essence all over herself.
He collapsed on her and they locked in a deep kiss.
Later, they showered together and fucked again on the bathroom floor. It was dusk as Naomi dressed to leave, and she knew her husband would be due home soon. Before she left, Julian grabbed her around the waist, and rubbing her ass, kissed her goodbye.
"I'm looking forward to next time," he said.
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