Awkwardly Drifting into an Affair
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"That misogynist fucking prick!"
Sarah was infuriated as she left the studio of the radio station and made her way back towards her plush offices off Dublin's Grafton Street. The cause of her outrage was her long-time adversary, Patrick Morrison, a man whom she loathed everything about.
Sarah and Patrick were polar opposites in almost every respect. She was a young, up and coming political consultant to almost every major feminist organisation in Ireland. He was an old-school macho conservative who, it seemed to Sarah at least, took great pleasure in appearing across from her on political talk shows to contradict her at every turn. For Sarah, it wasn't just the fact he contradicted her, it was the smug look on his face as he did it. He was, in her mind, the definition of the type of mansplaining wanker she had battled against all of her life.
As she made her way back to her offices she vented her frustrations to her husband, Chris. They had been married three years previously but had decided against having children for now. While Chris was desperate to start a family, Sarah was not prepared to give up her career just as it was beginning to take off in order to raise children - besides there would be plenty of time (and money) for IVF later in life.
"It's that look on his face, Chris. I swear, I hate every part of that smug fucker!"
Chris was well used to his wife's fiery outbursts, in fact, it was her passion for her causes that had first attracted him to her when they were students together in Galway. However, now that he was the owner of a successful start-up about to be launched on the London Stock Exchange, he did not have time to act as her punching bag. Instead, he deflected and suggested Sarah should re-route herself and head to her favourite bar on Dublin's high-end Dawson Street for a few glasses of wine before their planned dinner later that evening.
Thinking it would be better to battle her way through the avalanche of emails in her inbox while sipping on a large glass of Chardonnay, Sarah followed Chris' advice and made for her favourite upmarket wine bar. Dressed in a white button down silk shirt, tucked into her favourite bright red pencil skirt that always hugged her wide bubble shaped ass, Sarah knew she would attract attention in the bar while drinking alone but the male attention never bothered her. To her, their advances were nothing but another example of how desperate all men were. Besides, she enjoyed the power she held over them as they made their predictably unsuccessful moves on her.
As she sipped her way through her glass of wine, Sarah was interrupted from an alcohol induced daydream by a familiar voice, "Well, well well, would you look who it is! Are you out celebrating, Mrs O'Connell?"
Patrick knew Sarah had kept her maiden name and never went by the name, "Mrs O'Connell" but he took great enjoyment in the reaction the use of the term got out of her. "Just waiting on my husband, thank you very much, Patrick" Sarah spat back at him. He laughed, knowing he had succeeded in winding her up, before making his way to his favourite corner of the bar.
As she waited on Chris to arrive, Sarah watched Patrick. Even the way he moved seemed to annoy her. It was as if he was the walking embodiment of the patriarchy she had pledged to destroy. "Fucking prick" she whispered through gritted teeth as she continued to work her way through the bottle of wine she had ordered for herself.
It was as Sarah was halfway through her bottle of wine that her phone vibrated, alerting to a text from Chris.
"Won't make dinner. Work busy. Sorry," it read.
This was the third time in two weeks that Chris had stood her up at the last minute. Their relationship had fallen from its heady heights of all-night pillow talk and romantic weekends full of great sex to its current low of infrequent exchanges of terse 30 second phone calls between work meetings and a sex life that was more equivalent to that of a hermit than that of a successful and sexy young woman. If truth be told, both Chris and Sarah were more transfixed by their jobs than they were with each other. While Sarah was a driven career woman, at times like this when she sat alone in a crowded bar sipping her way through an expensive bottle of wine meant for two, she felt like a solitary figure charting a lone path in life. As this realisation came to dawn on her, a tear rolled its way down Sarah's face.
It was at this stage that Sarah was startled by a hand on her back and the deep voice of a man, "do you mind if I join you?" Normally, men touching her back in bars was top of Sarah's list of pet peeves. However, in this moment of solitude, there was something comforting about that hand, especially when it was accompanied by that deep authoritative voice.
Sarah was quickly arrested from her moment of comfort when she realised the voice and the belonged to none other than Parick, fucking, Morrison. She immediately threw her eyes to the heavens, "Patrick, I am not in the mood for your provocation - find someone else to piss off."
"Sorry, Sarah. I just thought you looked upset and could do with a listening ear - or at least some company. Come on, you're in the PR business, crying and drinking alone isn't a great look."
As she looked at the quarter empty wine bottle on the table she couldn't help but agree. "I'm finishing this glass then leaving, Patrick. I don't need any company and I most certainly..."
Before she could finish her sentence Patrick had summoned the waiter and had ordered a glass of the same wine for himself. "Looks like I'll be joining you for that last glass then" Patrick smiled.
While she hated everything about Patrick, in this moment of loneliness, when she felt utterly abandoned yet again by Chris, she was begrudgingly happy to have company, even if it did come in the form of Patrick, fucking Morrison. As Sarah reluctantly made conversation, she began to relax, enjoying Patrick's relaxed presence. She was always secretly envious of how he appeared to command the attention of any room he walked into but now she was sitting drinking with him, her envy was turning to arousal.
At this stage, she pulled herself together. I cannot be horny for that awful man, she told herself as she excused herself to the bathroom to collect herself. Once there, she pulled out her phone to check if Chris had made any effort to call her and apologise properly. Frustratingly, but not surprisingly he had made no effort. As she made her way back to the table, she realised Patrick was in the middle of ordering another bottle of wine. To her surprise, her stomach was filled with butterflies at the realisation that a man wanted to spend more time with her - it was like being back in her college days with Chris when the dates were plentiful and the sex orgasmic.
As she navigated her way through the maze of tables to Patrick, he looked up and they made eye contact. Sarah stopped dead and looked straight back at Patrick, recognising that look in his eyes as the one of raw sexual desire that she had been so used to seeing in the eyes of Chris when they were younger. Without thinking, she turned and made her way to the bathroom, turning it back briefly to make sure Patrick was following her. When she reached the door of the bathroom, she turned to find Patrick's commanding figure towering over her.
Before Sarah could process her thoughts, Patrick stepped forward into her body. The bulge in his suit pants was now just centimetres from her body. The crusading feminist looked up and could feel the wine-infused breath of her political adversary upon her face as her eyes locked upon his. Suddenly, Patrick stepped in closer, this time pinning Sarah against the bathroom corridor wall, his large hands groping her bubble shaped bum as his solid chest and arms held her slim but curvy body in place.
As his thick penis rubbed against her Sarah felt just how hard he really was for her. Unthinkingly, her hands made their way around Patrick's back and eventually through his slicked back hair as she felt the heat return to between her now spread legs.
Patrick took this as the green light he had been waiting for and whispered into Sarah's ear, " I have wanted to fuck you for a very long time Mrs O'Connell." After whispering into her ear, Patrick planted a soft kiss on her earlobe and upper neck before continuing, " and my cock has been so hard for you ever since you walked into this bar tonight...I think it wants to play with you too." The soft touch of Patrick's lips against her ear had caused a wetness in Sarah's red thong, a wetness she was all too well aware of as her hands pulled his face closer into her neck before she exhaled, "tell me what you want to do to me?"
"I'm going to take you back into that bathroom and I am going to rip that shirt off your chest so I can suck and lick those big tits of yours. As I lick and suck one nipple I will play with the other one with my hand so both your nipples get good and hard for me"
Sarah let out a light moan as Patrick spoke and kissed his way down her neck. She had always had a sensitive neck and she could feel her wetness flood her skimpy red thong as Patrick's stubble lightly grazed against her smooth skin.
"Once I'm finished with your tits I am going to pull off your suit pants so I can see that skimpy little thong I know you are wearing, I will slowly kiss my way down your body til I get between your long legs. I will push your thong aside so my tongue can eat out all of your wetness. I want to pull your hood back so I can go to town on that clit of yours, I bet it's sensitive right now, huh?"
"Oh fuck it's so sensitive right now, please take me and fuck me right now!" Sarah begged as she grabbed Patrick by the hand and led him into the female bathroom.
Patrick quickly located a mop and bucket left by the cleaner and blocked off the door to inconvenient intruders. It's not this fucking prick's first rodeo, thought Sarah, a thought which only served to make her more wet. As Patrick blocked off the door, Sarah slid her hand down his chest to locate his belt which she swiftly discarded before opening his suit pants button and zip. The thought of him checking out her thong covered ass in the bar earlier and making him hard had awoken in her a feverish sexual appetite for his big penis. It didn't take her long to fish out his swollen cock. She gazed at it in awe once it was freed from his pants. It was about the same average length as her husband's, but Patrick's was so thick that she knew it would fill every inch of her now soaking wet pink pussy.
Sarah was desperate to feel Patrick's hardness inside her but he had other ideas. He ripped off her wine stained shirt and began sucking on her large hard right nipple while he rolled the other between his finger and thumb. Sarah threw her head back and moaned as Patrick licked and sucked on her large double D breasts.
"Oh my God, that feels so fucking good, please take my pussy!" Sarah begged before adding," And no fucking condom, I want to feel every vein on your cock when you are fucking my little wet pussy!"
"I want to finger your wet pussy first, get it nice and stretched for my dick" Patrick replied. As Patrick continued sucking on her now hard nipples, he slowly slipped his index finger inside her wet pussy. Slowly he slid his finger in and out, loosening her lips. As Sarah began to moan, Patrick began bending his finger inside her, as if calling someone towards him with his finger, hitting her g-spot with every movement. As she began moaning, Patrick picked up the pace so that he was now fucking her with his finger, rubbing his thumb against her clit as his finger pounded in and out of her pussy.
"Oh. My. God. That feels so good keep going! Oh...fuck....I'm gonna cum! Fuck me, right now!
Patrick did not need to be asked twice. Slowly he positioned his thick cock on the lips of Sarah's now dripping wet pussy. "Oh fuck, please put it inside me" Sarah begged as Patrick turned her around so she was facing the bathroom mirror with her full breasts leaning over the sinks and her curvy bubble shaped bum positioned high in the area, ready for Patrick's hard penis to penetrate her vagina from behind.
As Patrick slid his hard penis inside her, Sarah gasped. Never before had her pussy felt this full as Patrick's girth stretched and filled her in a way her husband's penis had never done. At first, Patrick slowly slid in and out of Sarah's wet vagina.
"Oh fuck, give it to me, fuck me harder"
"Ask nicely" replied Patrick
"Please, fuck me harder. PLEASE!"
Patrick began picking up his pace until his hard cock was pounding in and out of Sarah's pink pussy, his heavy cum filled balls slapping against her sensitive clit as he fucked her from behind,
"Oh yes, that's it right there! Oh fuck! Please don't stop!" Sarah moaned.
"You want me to fuck you harder, Mrs O'Connell" Patrick replied.
Sarah couldn't get over this cheeky bastard. He knew she hated being called by her marriage name, and it was even worse being called by it as her vagina was being pounded by another man's big penis.
"Oh you fucking cunt, give it to me! Please! Fuck that pussy!"
On Sarah's instruction, Patrick picked up his pace. His cock was now pounding in and out of her wet pussy so hard and fast that she thought she was going to explode. With every thrust into her, Sarah felt Patrick's thick vein covered cock fill her up and as it did she knew she was going to cum very soon. Instinctively she licked her fingers and lowered her hand to her tender clit. She began furiously rubbing it as Patrick's cock pounded into her, his heavy balls slapping against her finger covered clit with every thrust.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum, don't stop, don't stop! Cum inside my slutty cunt!"
Suddenly Sarah could take no more. Her body shook from her toes to her fingertips as her clit exploded and she began squirting uncontrollably over the bathroom floor. As her orgasm ripped through her body, Sarah collapsed, the strength in her legs utterly evaporated after receiving the hardest fucking her body had had in as long as she could remember.
As she lay on the floor, looking up at Patrick with his thick cock in his hands, she could not help but accept that this wouldn't be the last time she would want those fingers and that cock inside her again. Even though she hated the prick, after sex that good, she knew she would be back for more.
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