The Crush: An Affair in Three Parts

by Ben Boswell

  The minute I saw her in that tight, red dress the night we finished the proposal, I knew she was mine. It was less the dress itself than the fact that she looked for me the moment she entered the room. She wanted to see how I’d react. I gave her a nod and smile. She blushed and went to get a glass of champagne.

  It was just senior staff, so conveniently none of the other women I was involved with were there. Red and I didn’t talk though. We just each circled the room, keeping our distance, but continuing to eye each other. I could see she was fortifying herself, and by the third glass of champagne, she was a little giggly, not at all the Red any of us were used to seeing.

  I noticed she’d stopped circulating and was just standing in the middle of the room, watching me. It was time. I walked over.

  "You look like you're having fun.”

  She giggled. "Too much fun.”

  She was twisting a strand of hair around her finger. Her eyes were glassy with excitement. Chest thrust out to call attention to her cleavage, nostrils flaring. I didn’t need to feel between her legs to know she was wet and ready.

  I was debated taking her back to my office for a quickie to take the edge off. I knew I wanted more than that from her, but thought maybe that would be a good icebreaker.

  Instead, she surprised me by saying in a breathy voice, "I'm going to need a ride home."

  “I’d be delighted,” I said, though I wasn’t sure what that implied. I didn’t think I’d misread things, but at the same time, I knew she was married.

  She addressed my concern without resolving it. “I need to call my husband, okay?”

  Now that was interesting. Was she going to give him some bullshit story about having to work late? That didn’t seem her style. And anyway, there was something about the way she said it that made it seem like she going to ask his permission. But that didn’t make sense. Unless they were swingers, there was no way a quick phone call was going to make going off with another man possible, and while I knew there was more to Annie than met the eye, I also would have bet my life they weren’t swingers. Which meant… that she’d already spoken to him about me.

  My prick stiffened instantly. I wasn’t quite sure why, but there was something about the idea that she wanted me enough to risk her marriage that got me going, but it was also that this guy, I think she’d mentioned his name was Dave at some point, was apparently willing to let me fuck his wife. I’d fucked a lot of married women, but I’d never been a bull in some sort of cuckold scene. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but watching her ass sway in that tight, red dress, I realized I didn’t care. Anyway, she was probably just telling him to get lost.

  I took a deep breath, adjusted myself, and hoped I could keep my cool.

  She came back and she was blushing like a schoolgirl.

  “Would you like to get going?” I asked.

  She just nodded. She didn’t seem able to speak. I took her by the hand, led her to the garage, and installed her in the passenger seat of my car. As we drove, she kept glancing at me furtively, as if I wouldn’t notice how excited she was. She was breathing in quick, shallow, gasps. Her heart was probably going at 120 beats per minute. I thought about making a joke about her staining my seat with her juices, but she was so serious I was worried it would break the mood.

  When we got to her place, she jumped out of the car almost before I could put it in park. She ran around to my side of the car and took my hand and walked me into their house.

  I thought maybe her hubby would have cleared out, so I was surprised when he greeted us in their living room. I looked him over, trying to see if he was likely to get violent, but it was obvious he was in some sort of shock. The poor guy was pale, stricken. I had a twinge of guilt, but I didn’t even consider backing out. The truth is, shaking hands with the guy, knowing I’d soon be fucking his wife tickled my worst instincts.

  She got us drinks. Being in her own home seemed to give her a jolt of confidence. Before I knew it, she was leading us upstairs, all three of us. She sat Dave, who looked forlorn and miserable, in an armchair in their bedroom. I wondered if he’d done something to deserve this, whether this was a punishment for some transgression. But once she approached me, she had only eyes for me, and I realized that she didn’t really know what she was doing. She wasn’t trying to humiliate him, and she wasn’t thinking about how he might feel. Her brain wasn’t in charge. Her pussy was making all the decisions.

  She walked right up to me and started unbuttoning my shirt. She kissed her way down my chest and ended up on her knees. Normally, I like to be more in control, but she was doing just fine on her own. On her knees is exactly where I wanted her, though I’d have preferred naked. I knew that would come soon enough.

  She pulled down my pants and my boxers. When she saw my cock, her mouth dropped open and she looked up at me in… well, hard to describe it unless you’ve experienced it. Women pretend size doesn’t matter, but all I can say is that I’ve seen that same look enough times to know that it does. Admiration, a little fear, and a whole lot of lust. I knew that as wet as she was to begin with, she was surely drenched now.

  She fondled and sucked me for a couple of minutes, but I could tell she was already thinking about what would happen next. She stood and we kissed. It was like she was folding into me. I ran my hands over her body and then lifted her dress over her head.

  She was naked and completely shaved. Her tits were full and firm, her nipples swollen, dark red raspberries. She had a flat stomach and her slit glistened with excitement. As beautiful as her face was, her body was even better. Just perfect, and I had to have her.

  I eased her over to the bed. She hopped up on it enthusiastically. She lay back, resting on her elbows and looked at me. Her legs were parted invitingly, her pussy cleaving open to expose the wet, pink flesh within. I wanted to taste her, but she was too desperate. She clawed at my back, pulling me upward. My cock found her slit, so hot and wet, and the head popped inside. She was insanely tight, but also so obviously ready that I knew she could take it. And anyway, my own self-control was gone. I thrust inside her hard.

  She veritably exploded. She bucked so wildly that I’d have thought she was trying to get me off her, except that she was grabbing my ass so hard that it almost hurt.

  “I’m coming,” she gasped, completely unnecessarily.

  Her pussy, so hot and wet, began spasming wildly. A thousand fingers squeezing up and down my cock. Her body was on fire, a layer of sweat forming between us.

  “Slow, slow,” she groaned as I began churning inside her, but I could feel her hunger. The way her pussy sucked at my cock, the way her hands clawed at my back and ass, the way she threw her head back, baring her throat to me, as soft little mewls of pleasure passed between her full lips.

  And then when I fucked her hard, the way her nipples dug into chest, the gasps of “Oh God,” in my ear, and most of all the way she looked at me. What did I see in her eyes? Discovery. Gratitude. Love? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that even after all my experiences with women, that evening with Red was a surprise. Sex had always been sport. But with her it felt… almost spiritual.

  By the end, after I’d fucked her hard and soft, after I’d sucked on her tits and put a finger in her ass, after her pussy was too sore to keep fucking and she sucked me dry, after all of that I had this sense both of being perfectly matched and also that I had only just scratched the surface with her. That with just a little more time, I could unlock something completely magical.

  CHAPTER SIX

  I couldn’t sleep when I got home. Normally, a couple of hours of hot sex and dropping three loads would have left me satisfied and sleepy, but not in this case. I just kept reliving each and every moment I’d spent with her.

  Many men dream of taking a woman’s virginity. The appeal, I guess, is introducing a woman to an unforgettable experience. Opening her eyes to a brand new world. Seeing her horizons expand, and knowing that she will never, ever forget the man who did it to her. Now,
having popped a lot of cherries, I know that it is almost never like that. Most girls are scared and at least a little in pain, and too self-conscious to really enjoy it. Red wasn’t a virgin, of course, but she reacted to me in just that fantasy way. Or did she?

  I needed to see if she’d felt it too. I called and texted, and she didn’t reply. I wondered if something had gone wrong between her and her husband. At one point, while I was fucking her, he just walked out, which didn’t make sense. If he was having a problem with it, I figured he’d put an end to it. What kind of man would let it go on otherwise? Then I worried about the possibility that the guy had snapped, and I just had to reach her and make sure. The next morning, I tracked down her home number and called.

  She tried to make it seem like it had just been a one-off. She told me she was “happily married.”

  I bit my tongue. She wasn’t that type of girl. She was too serious, too self-assured to just go in for a fling. She may not have realized it herself, but fucking me was a cry for help, even if she wouldn’t admit to herself. I managed to get her to acknowledge it had been special, and then, I think afraid of her own emotions, she cut our conversation short with an abrupt, “I have to go.”

  I knew things would be different face-to-face. I tried to call her back on her cell, and then I texted her a few times saying we should talk. She agreed to meet me at the office.

  From the moment she walked it, I knew I’d been right about her. She was wearing a cute little sundress, sheer enough to cling to all her curves. Her hair was brushed out and silky, and she’d put on some makeup, subtle, but at odds with her ostensible mission of letting me down easy.

  We sat on my sofa, and the truth soon came out. She was jealous of the other women I’d been with at the office. Of course, it all made sense. She couldn’t let herself face her own feelings until she was sure that I didn’t just see her as just another lay.

  It didn’t take much. A little reassurance, a gentle pressure on her fingertips pulling her toward me, and she was in my lap, kissing me like she wanted to swallow my face. Even though my pants, I could feel her heat, her excitement, her wetness. I slid my hands under her dress and squeezed her hard ass. I eased a finger into her soaked panties, and she nearly exploded when I touched her dripping snatch. She clawed at my pants, desperate for my hard cock. We worked like a well-oiled machine. She pulled out my prick. I slid her panties to the side. She dropped down on me with a desperate passion and started fucking me furiously. I freed her tits and sucked on her rock hard nips.

  She came. It was sudden and explosive. Her eyes rolled back and her head drooped forward, barely conscious. I lifted her up and walked her over to my desk. I peeled off her dress and panties, and took off my own clothes. As she began to stir, I lifted her legs up onto my shoulder. She was amazing. That smooth, milky skin, those perfect round orbs, that absolutely gorgeous, tight, wet slit. I rubbed my cockhead against her pussy, and her lips seemed to reach out and try to swallow it in. I thrust inside her gently. She gasped and her eyes fluttered open.

  “Oh God, I love it,” she enthused.

  She rolled her head from side to side as if not quite believing how good it felt. She begged me to come inside her. I was happy to oblige.

  We rolled off the desk and sat side-by-side. She grabbed my cock and gently stroked it. I circled her nips with my finger and kissed her gently.

  Her guard down, her true feelings came out. “I think I love you.”

  She immediately melted down. Tears. Self-recrimination. I was expecting her to turn on me momentarily. Tell me what a fucking bastard I was for taking advantage of her, the whole usual denial/deflection bullshit to avoid facing her real issue, which was that, for lack of a better phrase, I’d fucked her like no one else ever had, and opened her eyes to what real passion was. But I was wrong. She never did blame me.

  So I consoled her. Told her she had a right to be happy. We moved over my sofa. I spooned her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Her body softened, and pressed against mine. I knew she wanted me desperately. And finally she gave in, asking me to make love to her.

  I took my time with her. Her freshly fucked pussy was soaking wet, and so hot, but still wonderfully tight. I fucked her long and slow, deep soul kisses, relishing the sensation of her body as it molded to mine, merging together. She had her eyes closed and she was making these delicious, little sounds of pleasure, soft, desperate gasps. Her breathing quickened and her body shivered. I thrust in hard and she cried out in passion, bucking and writhing, completely overwhelmed.

  I pulled out without coming. As much as I wanted to drop another load in her sweet cunt, I knew there was a bigger game out there. Always leave them wanting more.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  I didn’t call or text her Sunday. Part of it was giving her some space. But part of it was that I was busy.

  Peggy rang on my doorbell Sunday morning. Still in my bathrobe, I let her in.

  “So, did you fuck her?” she asked without preamble.

  I laughed. “What did you hear?”

  “That she was guzzling champers and that you two left together.”

  Poor Red. I knew she wouldn’t like knowing she’d become grist for the rumor mill.

  “I just gave her a ride home.”

  Peggy rolled her eyes. “I bet you gave her a ride alright. So, was she as lame as I predicted?”

  I shrugged noncommittally.

  “Oh, what, you’re not talking now?”

  I chuckled. “Maybe I just need a little encouragement.”

  Now she laughed. “Uh huh, just what I thought. Little Miss Stick-in-her-Ass couldn’t get the job done, so I have to take care of it.”

  I sat down on my sofa, and spread my thighs. Peggy smirked. She whipped off her tee shirt and removed her bra before dropping to her knees between my legs.

  “So, Stud, what happened?” she said as she pulled open my robe and ran her tongue up my shaft.

  “Her husband was there,” I said.

  Peggy paused from tonguing my glans. “Poor Baby. Cockblocked, huh?”

  “Not quite. He watched.”

  She gasped in surprise. “No! Fucking! Way! She’s what, one of those slut wives?”

  I cupped her head and forced her mouth down on my prick. “No, I don’t think so. Seemed more like a one time thing.”

  Peggy shook loose from my grip and spit out my cock. She laughed. “Oh, please you think you’re the first one to –”

  I shoved her back down on my prick. She eyed me furious, but her tongue swirled around my shaft.

  “I think she asked him for a hall pass or something,” I explained. “Believe me, she was nervous as shit, shaking like a leaf. And when I started fucking her, she just totally lost it. It was nothing she was expecting. Now, I know I’m good…” Peggy rolled her eyes at me as she took me into her throat, “but I’m not that good. It was definitely something new and unexpected for her.”

  Peggy let my cock slide out of her mouth. She stroked my shaft up and down with both hands.

  “Maybe she’s never had to handle anything this big.”

  I chuckled. “Probably, but it was definitely more than that.”

  She rose and yanked off her shorts. She was naked beneath and freshly shaved. Her cunt glistened with excitement. She climbed into my lap and rubbed my cock head up and down her slit. As it slid between her lips, she impaled herself on me with a sigh.

  “So, is she better than me?”

  “Can’t compare,” I replied. “You’re a dirty, experienced whore.” She took it for the compliment it was and smiled. “She’s, like, a unicorn. Hot bodied, insanely sexual, but almost totally naive.”

  “You’re a sucker. She’s playing you.”

  I grabbed her butt and slid a finger between her cheeks, lubing it on our combined juices. She didn’t even flinch when I shoved it up her hot, tight ass.

  “When I did that to her, it was like flipping a switch. I don’t think she’d ever even had a fin
ger in her ass.”

  Peggy threw back her head and squealed. “Oh my God, oh my God, Stud, you fuck me so good.” She looked back at me and smiled.

  I laughed. “You’re a terrible actress.”

  “Maybe she’s better.”

  “Or maybe she’s the real deal.”

  “You gonna fuck her again?” she asked.

  “Already have. She came to my office yesterday and fucked me.”

  “Fucked you? Or you fucked her?”

  “Both,” I replied.

  She folded her knees beneath her and sat up a little higher.

  “Suck my tits,” she demanded.

  I swallowed a pepperoni-sized areola into my mouth and sucked on it until she squeaked. I repeated with the other breast as she bounced on me more forcefully.

  “She’s a whore,” Peggy snapped.

  “I think you’re jealous,” I teased.

  She rose up on her knees and my cock popped out of her wet snatch. I was going to protest, but before I could, she grabbed my cock, pushed my finger out of the way, and took my dick halfway up her ass.

  “Will she do this for you?” she said, mouth tight, eyes squinting. “Will she take your big dick in her ass for you?” She bounced on me, taking me in deeper, her tight sphincter riding up and down my shaft. “Will she swallow your come and ask for more? Will she fuck other girls for you?”

  I realized she was hurt. “Peggy, I –”

  “Shut up, asshole,” she hissed. “I don’t want your fucking pity.”

  “I wasn’t –”

  She slapped my face to shut me up and dropped down hard so that I was balls deep in her ass. She kissed me wetly and ground against me.

  “That’s it, Greg, come in my asshole and then kick me out so you can focus on your new, special whore.”

  I didn’t respond. I knew there was no point. Instead I mauled her soft tits and thrust up into her tight ass. She squealed and fucked me back aggressively. I grunted and shot my load inside her.