Summary

The website content describes a narrative where a woman engages in an intimate encounter with her boyfriend while her husband and his girlfriend are nearby, exploring themes of adultery and moral conflict.

Abstract

The story unfolds in a domestic setting where the protagonist, a married woman, initiates a sexual encounter with her boyfriend, who is also in a relationship. Despite the presence of their respective partners in the same house, the couple indulges in their attraction to each other, with the woman reassuring her boyfriend that it's permissible to flirt and touch. The narrative progresses with explicit descriptions of their sexual activities, which are carried out in secret, heightening the tension and excitement due to the potential risk of being caught. The protagonist grapples with her own moral rules regarding sexual gratification outside of her marriage, deriving pleasure not only from the physical act but also from the taboo nature of their liaison. The story concludes with the woman experiencing an intense orgasm, followed by an invitation for the reader to continue the story in the subsequent part. Additionally, the website provides links to the author's other works, social media, and encourages readers to subscribe for updates on future publications.

Opinions

The author presents the protagonist as someone who derives excitement from the thrill of engaging in a forbidden relationship, suggesting a complex interplay between desire and moral restraint.
The narrative implies that the protagonist has a set of personal rules that define when and how she allows herself to experience sexual pleasure, indicating a sense of self

AI Generated Image — Writing written by at least one hand

Breaking Morals With Her Boyfriend Part I

“Honey,” we heard, “have you seen Alison? I’m getting bored watching TV alone with her husband.”

Thank you for reading and for wanting to cum again.

Thank you for reading and for wanting to cum again. Get an email whenever Alison's Wonderland (18+) publishes. By…

medium.com

I smiled at him, "It's okay to look, you're allowed to flirt."

I took his hands and put them over my braless tank top. "I dunno what your girlfriend would think, but my husband says it's okay to touch, too."

I loved feeling his restraint, I could sense it in how stiff his lips were while I kissed him. I felt his resistance fading, too, as his hard cock grew in my hand to match his desire to interact. "Mmm," I said with a lustful moan, "You're getting so big."

He stopped torturing himself over being attracted to who was in front of him and gave into the pleasure of groping my breasts. I kissed him and knelt between his legs, pulling his shorts down with me, revealing just how hard he was getting over his adulterous affair with a married woman; I thought about it, too, as I sucked his head into my lips and fingered my clit.

I had caught him checking me out all evening. When he disappeared to start dinner, I just had to follow after him. But, I could tell he was feeling some shame or guilt.

“Honey,” we heard, “have you seen Alison? I’m getting bored watching TV alone with her husband.”

It was his girlfriend.

“I’m sure she’s around, hon.”

I just kept blowing him, as I was hidden from view.

“Well,” she said, “just send her back if you see her.”

I listened her receding footsteps, and he moaned while looking into my eyes.

His dick fell away from my lips, and he guided me to bend over the kitchen island, to tongue my pussy from behind; he sucked and licked my clit while his fingers opened me up, then he kissed up my back until our mouths were locked with each other again.

I held his member and lined it up with my hole as we made out over my shoulder.

Right when he pushed himself into me and spread apart my pussy's walls I felt an orgasmic radiance building right where his cock was grinding against. My first instinct was to hump back on him with a crazed frenzy, but I was disciplined enough to know that good girls only came with another's consent, to deny myself as soon as I felt like I would teeter over the edge into a climax; instead, I pressed my ass against his thighs and moaned, "You were going to make me cum."

"You're allowed to."

His permission made me feel elated, but I knew I still had to discipline myself. He held up one of my legs and he fingered my clit back to the edge, teetering, then he fucked me into an orgasm that I ruined by lifting off his dick as soon as I knew I would gush, making me buck my hips as I tried to cup my ejaculate.

"Oh, baby,” I moaned.

I was squirming without really cognizing it due to my absorption in the pleasure itself. I had morals about where I received sexual stimulation; I was only allowed to climax under certain specific situations, which dictated just how bad I was for fucking--let alone cumming over--another person in a committed relationship. I licked the juices off my hand, savouring my taste. Part of the fun was the fact that it was so wrong, and punishing myself for having too much fun solidified that idea and kept it at the front of my mind.

Finish this story here: https://readmedium.com/b001905944d7