"Dirty Mind" END
This was some romance. David used to take Maria to new clubs almost every other weekend. Don’t worry about the husband; he used to think it was another late night at the office. This was an affair in the blooming; with sweet habits, lovely gestures, and wicked wild sex.
The romance was soon followed by adultery. Very well planned and executed adultery. And this is how it all happened. David very politely left a message at Maria’s home number that said that the client was flipping out and was very impatient and he wanted to be briefed about the whole project that very night. Maria laughed her ass off at the voice mail; David sounded so serious and professional that even her husband got nervous at the seriousness of the meeting. That evening Maria took special care of her clothing. She wore a gorgeous red corset that pushed up her heavy breasts, curved around her small waist. Over that she wore a sleeveless, slinky black dress that fell on the top of her knees, exposing her sexy toned legs, lots of cleavage she looked breathtaking. Smokey dark eyes, a mouth painted blood red with her favorite lipstick shade, blushed cheeks, she looked smoking hot. Putting on a long fur coat she stepped out the door and into her car, breathing deeply after every few minutes; excited and nervous at the same time.
David on the other hand looked like a Greek God. That night he wore a simple white silk shirt with black jeans, brushed back his hair, sprinted some perfume on his body and stepped out onto the terrace with a glass of wine, awaiting the arrival of his beloved.
Maria stepped out of her car, into David’s garage. She didn’t need to ring the bell, the door was already open. The servants she noticed were not there, and the whole apartment was vacant. The only sound that was coming from some room within was of slow, soft music. Smiling she opened the door halfway, walked in and closed the door behind her. She walked around slowly, confidently; every stride exhibiting power, lust and control. And then she saw him, standing against the terrace doors, smiling, measuring her up. Stopping, Maria pulled apart her coat, revealing her dress. A long whistle of appreciation escaped David’s mouth. She was a sight. Turning around slowly, she gave him a full view which forced David to march straight towards her and kiss her. He kissed her softly, capturing her lips between his, provoking her tongue to life. His hands were around her waist, now sliding down her back, cupping her firm butt cheeks. Maria’s arms fell heavily on David’s soldier. Out of breath, both of them pulled apart after ten minutes, trying to catch their breath.
David felt his chest start to ache. Maybe it was his heart that was finally beating, after such a long time. Ignoring the pull in his heart, he continued undressing his vixen. He’s eyes devoured Maria’s body up; her soft curves, toned body, he was literally salivating now. Eager to end the torture David jumped over Maria, pulling her between his legs, tearing off the rest of her clothes. It was the look on his face that brought Maria back to earth. He was clenching his chest, still on top of her, breathing heavily and with in seconds he was still. Gone!
Stifling back a scream Maria rushed out of bed. “What the hell am I going to do now!” she moaned.
The only thought that was bothering Maria, I’m sorry, let me rephrase. The only thought that was SCARING THE SHIT out of Maria was of getting caught. Looking around she quickly pulled up her clothes and stuffed the shreds of the dress in her coat. Pulling her hair away from her face, she looked around the room, then the apartment. Wiping her lipstick from the wine glass she had sipped from, and the front door. Looking herself over in the mirror, she buttoned David up, feeling him for a pulse. He was dead; eyes shut! Wiping away the tears from her eyes, Maria buttoned up his shirt, zipped up his pant and put his shoes back on him and after an hour finally placed him on the couch in the living room. She then hurried back into the living room, looking for a strand of her hair, a piece of cloth she might have left behind. After she was finally assured that the coast was clear, she called 911.
Sipping her coffee, Maria looked around her office. It had been a couple of months since the death of her late lover. Sighing she dialed her husbands number, “ Darling I’ll be home a little late, the boss wants to brief the team on another project,” she said looking at her reflection in the mirror. What a dirty episode she had had!
This was some romance. David used to take Maria to new clubs almost every other weekend. Don’t worry about the husband; he used to think it was another late night at the office. This was an affair in the blooming; with sweet habits, lovely gestures, and wicked wild sex.
The romance was soon followed by adultery. Very well planned and executed adultery. And this is how it all happened. David very politely left a message at Maria’s home number that said that the client was flipping out and was very impatient and he wanted to be briefed about the whole project that very night. Maria laughed her ass off at the voice mail; David sounded so serious and professional that even her husband got nervous at the seriousness of the meeting. That evening Maria took special care of her clothing. She wore a gorgeous red corset that pushed up her heavy breasts, curved around her small waist. Over that she wore a sleeveless, slinky black dress that fell on the top of her knees, exposing her sexy toned legs, lots of cleavage she looked breathtaking. Smokey dark eyes, a mouth painted blood red with her favorite lipstick shade, blushed cheeks, she looked smoking hot. Putting on a long fur coat she stepped out the door and into her car, breathing deeply after every few minutes; excited and nervous at the same time.
David on the other hand looked like a Greek God. That night he wore a simple white silk shirt with black jeans, brushed back his hair, sprinted some perfume on his body and stepped out onto the terrace with a glass of wine, awaiting the arrival of his beloved.
Maria stepped out of her car, into David’s garage. She didn’t need to ring the bell, the door was already open. The servants she noticed were not there, and the whole apartment was vacant. The only sound that was coming from some room within was of slow, soft music. Smiling she opened the door halfway, walked in and closed the door behind her. She walked around slowly, confidently; every stride exhibiting power, lust and control. And then she saw him, standing against the terrace doors, smiling, measuring her up. Stopping, Maria pulled apart her coat, revealing her dress. A long whistle of appreciation escaped David’s mouth. She was a sight. Turning around slowly, she gave him a full view which forced David to march straight towards her and kiss her. He kissed her softly, capturing her lips between his, provoking her tongue to life. His hands were around her waist, now sliding down her back, cupping her firm butt cheeks. Maria’s arms fell heavily on David’s soldier. Out of breath, both of them pulled apart after ten minutes, trying to catch their breath.
David felt his chest start to ache. Maybe it was his heart that was finally beating, after such a long time. Ignoring the pull in his heart, he continued undressing his vixen. He’s eyes devoured Maria’s body up; her soft curves, toned body, he was literally salivating now. Eager to end the torture David jumped over Maria, pulling her between his legs, tearing off the rest of her clothes. It was the look on his face that brought Maria back to earth. He was clenching his chest, still on top of her, breathing heavily and with in seconds he was still. Gone!
Stifling back a scream Maria rushed out of bed. “What the hell am I going to do now!” she moaned.
The only thought that was bothering Maria, I’m sorry, let me rephrase. The only thought that was SCARING THE SHIT out of Maria was of getting caught. Looking around she quickly pulled up her clothes and stuffed the shreds of the dress in her coat. Pulling her hair away from her face, she looked around the room, then the apartment. Wiping her lipstick from the wine glass she had sipped from, and the front door. Looking herself over in the mirror, she buttoned David up, feeling him for a pulse. He was dead; eyes shut! Wiping away the tears from her eyes, Maria buttoned up his shirt, zipped up his pant and put his shoes back on him and after an hour finally placed him on the couch in the living room. She then hurried back into the living room, looking for a strand of her hair, a piece of cloth she might have left behind. After she was finally assured that the coast was clear, she called 911.
Sipping her coffee, Maria looked around her office. It had been a couple of months since the death of her late lover. Sighing she dialed her husbands number, “ Darling I’ll be home a little late, the boss wants to brief the team on another project,” she said looking at her reflection in the mirror. What a dirty episode she had had!
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