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She said that I needed to get out of my clothes immediately so she could soak them and get the vomit out. She made sure not to touch my dick but she examined it with her breath as she pulled off my pants and underwear.
She told me to take a shower and then she would give me a towel. I did as I was told. All the time, I am remembering that we are both married. I realize that this is sooooooooooo wrong, and I would prefer to just leave with my wallet, towel, and key to my room, and I would forget the clothes. This was in order to save both our marriages from any more unfaithful actions.
When I came out in my towel, my boss was totally naked. And she approached me. My towel was the only thing between us. She grabbed my obviously hard apparatus, towel included, and guided me to the bed. I was in big dick trouble now.
I couldn’t resist the advances, even though everything in me was telling me not to do it. Would I, who stood six foot five, cave to a woman who was five foot six? I hoped not, but it was feeling that way.
She pulled me to the bed. My towel came off, and we were both standing there, butt … ass … naked.
I told her, “We can’t do this.”
She motioned for me to be quiet. Again, who was the man in this relationship? She handed me a sheet to cover myself. She took another sheet and covered herself.
She said as long as the sheets were between us, we couldn’t have sexual intercourse. We could do anything that the sheets allowed, and only that. In the world of doing right and wrong, this sounded oddly right … to my smaller head, of course. And so we commenced to “not having sex.”
I laid her on her back, and she closed her eyes. I didn’t kiss her. The rules of sheets did not allow it. I didn’t lick her shoulders, as the rules of sheets did not allow it. But I placed my hands on the sheets, the sheets that covered her nipples. She inhaled and exhaled in ecstasy. My rod was at full attention by this time and it ached for release. How would she accomplish this? I was quite intrigued.
But first, I had to get creative to get her off. So I rubbed her breast sheets until she was silly with passion. Then I turned her over, and glided my hand to her surprisingly ample butt cheeks. She had more ass than I’d figured seeing it in those work slacks. They were not flattering at all, but her naked butt took care of that. She had lovely titties and a sweet ass. I felt her ass sheets for what seemed like hours. And although the sheets were constricting, we became smarter as time went on. She clenched her cheeks together, and her butt grabbed the sheets so that the sheets were hugging it nicely. It allowed me to put my hand between those beautiful buns. She winced and immediately turned over, so I played right off her actions.
I grabbed the sheet, and pulled it tight against her body, and when I saw her bush coming through the sheet, I loosened up the sheet, and began rubbing her clitoris. She was so wet, I knew it would take very few rubs before I was trying to get my hand unstuck from the sheets.
I cupped her pussy, and as her legs opened, I tried my damndest to put my finger in her pussy, but the sheets wouldn’t allow it. But I was able to rub that pussy raw, and as she grabbed my shoulder while she was coming, I ripped her hand from my skin and yelled, “Rules of sheets!”
She let go, as she uh … let go … all over my hand and the bed. She was very grateful for the release. The sheets tease everyone, as I have noticed. I put my mouth down in her area and tasted her juices; the sheets allowed it.
Then she sprang up on me. She wanted to fuck me badly, but we couldn’t do that. She asked me if I had any condoms.
I told her I didn’t have any. “I didn’t plan on playing ‘Sheets’ with anyone, let alone my boss!”
She cussed, “Fuck!” But she understood that she made the rules, and that I was sticking with them exactly like her sheet stuck to her.
She threw off her frustration and went right for my dick, through the sheets, of course. She started at the top of my shaft with her mouth. She spit warm water on it so that it would show through the white sheet. She didn’t use cold water to avoid shock and shrinkage, and she didn’t want to get my stuff too wet. She might risk shrinkage anyway. She was very impressed by my specimen. She hadn’t seen anything yet. I might make my sheet stickier than hers, but indeed, the guarantee of fruit was actually up to her.
She ran her tongue up and down my shaft and it felt great. She tightened the sheet around my balls that were begging to be touched by her long nails. That always drove me wild. I wondered if I would feel it through the sheets, but I didn’t have to wonder long. She spit on the sheet so much that it was like a condom now. She ran her nails up and down my balls. It felt so good.
She wanted to fuck me so bad, she decided to try and put my dick, with the sheet, in her pussy. She had removed her sheet to try this, which I did not object to since I still had mine on.
It did not work, to which she cussed again, “Fuck! I want that thing in me so bad.”
“We can’t do that! You have a husband, and I have a wife. It’s already wrong what we are doing, but I won’t do that!”
She frustratingly yelled, “Fine!” She paused for a little while, which was enough time for my member to begin its journey back to Flaccidville.
She grudgingly kept to the promise, though. She started rubbing my boy, and it instantly became a man again. She rubbed me up and down, tickled my balls, and licked them through the sheets. She kept it up until I was ready to explode. She took the sheet and wound it tightly around the top of my dick as I was coming. It was painful and awesome all at the same time. She rubbed me with one hand and kept her mouth at the top of my dick to get the sap through the sheet. I kept coming like a water-filled balloon that was pricked with a little pin. All the liquid was being forced to exit that little hole. I couldn’t stop the pain, the ecstasy, or the convulsions of my dick. I must have spurted at least twenty times. She was good at the rules of sheets, even though she tried to change the rules a couple of times. This made me wonder how many others she did this with. Did she do it with her female employees as well?
When I was finally done, and she had sucked me dry, she told me that since my clothes were soaking, I would have to wait until morning to go to my room. She would lay the clothes out over the air conditioner.
The room smelled like puke, and uncompleted sex, but sex nonetheless. I was lulled into a deep sleep by her stroking my very sensitive balls with her nails, through the sheets, of course. She was hoping to get another rise from me, but I’m a one-trick pony, so I was out for the night …
I woke up a little while later to the feeling of my dick being ridden. I kept my eyes closed, as I realized that I wasn’t dreaming, and my boss was fucking me. The mothafuckin’ rules of sheets went right out the door, and as soon as she came, so did I.
Sneakin’ and Peekin’
Perkdaddy
They were at it again. The rhythmic thump, thump, thump of the headboard against the wall told Joy that her roommate, La’Shon, and her boyfriend, Tony, were fucking yet again. Oh, they tried to be quiet. Often she would hear La’Shon chastise her lover for being too loud. Of course, she was much louder than he was. And with good reason.
The hour was late and the house was still. All the better for Joy to hear the lovers do their thing. Wearing just her nightshirt and no panties, Joy lay in her bed, taking in every sound. What she heard made her nipples stiff and she pinched them with her thumb and forefinger. Her breathing got heavy as she teased herself. Joy’s pussy begged for attention, but she continued to massage her breasts until the very last moment.
