Todos os capítulos de Dangerous Pleasures: Capítulo 2801 - Capítulo 2810

I pleasured Mrs. Carson that way for some time. As I worked, she moved around me, scooting her pelvis closer and leaning back to give me better access. Mrs. Carson kept her hand against the back of my head the entire time, holding me in her sweet spot. I felt myself starting to tire out, but I kept at it, unwilling to break even for a second and risk ending our encounter."Oh, that's it. Right there," Mrs. Carson's sultry voice came from above me. Unable to resist, I pulled back slightly to look up at her. What I saw will forever be burned into my memory: Mrs. Carson staring down at me with open lust--her wholesome face contorted in a very unwholesome way. We stared at one another, unblinking, as I pleasured her pussy, and I could feel something pass between us. In that moment, our relationship shifted: I was no longer just her son's best friend, I was Mrs. Carson's paramour."Oh, Luke," Mrs. Carson moaned, tilting her head back and breaking our eye contact at last.I felt Mrs. Carson

As Mrs. Carson poured herself into my mouth, I ran my hands over her body. Down her sides to her wide, childbearing hips; then back to her full, rounded ass. I squeezed tightly, fulfilling a desire years in the making. Her cheeks felt better than I'd imagined: warm, firm, yet softly pliable. I stayed there and kneaded them for several moments, my brain struggling to believe such a perfect ass could be real.I felt Mrs. Carson smile against me, clearly enjoying my utter fascination of her body. She moaned approvingly, the sound reminding me of my ultimate goal.Keeping Mrs. Carson's body pressed against mine, I began to guide her slowly backwards towards one of the countertops. Mrs. Carson smile widened as she realized my intention. Keeping our lips locked, she allowed me to lead her backwards. Only when the back of her legs touched the counter's wood paneling did she break our kiss."What now, Luke?" she asked playfully, as if she didn't already know the answer."Climb up," I directed

Husband's plan to tease wife has unintended consequences.shit gets messy.Enjoy..*****I was doomed the moment we arrived at the neighborhood block party. My wife, Camilla, and I had almost decided not to attend, but as freshly moved-in residents to the affluent cul-de-sac, we felt obligated to socialize with our new neighbors. It was the friendly thing to do, and as Camilla pointed out, I needed to take advantage of any connection I could get. My storytelling teetered on the edge of mainstream success—one push from the right angle could send both our careers into the stratosphere.My wife is an amateur actress. Well, technically, Camilla is an accountant by training (courtesy of her parents' pressure) but acting is her real passion. She's talented too, with various accolades from local performances. Nothing major yet, but mostly due to lack of opportunities, rather than failings on her part. Besides being talented, she's quite attractive too: a 31-year-old woman with brown hair, bl

A short time later, Camilla and I said our goodbyes to our new neighbors, and we returned to our house. Once we'd settled in, I brought up my encounter with Mr. Lazarus.Camilla was surprisingly sympathetic to Zane, no doubt influenced by her own struggles of finding real acting work. "Maybe we should think about it," she'd suggested. "Especially since he'd be free.""You're just saying that because he's hot and has a crush on you," I teased."Good lord, Noah, he does not," Camilla groaned. "We just met for crying out loud.""Didn't stop him from eating you up with his eyes," I pointed out. "I can't blame him though. I did marry a looker."Camilla rolled her eyes. "That's gross. He's probably not even twenty yet.""Twenty-one, actually. I heard him talking to his dad about being old enough to drink.""Still doesn't make it any less gross. You shouldn't be talking like this anyway. As my husband, you're supposed to be trying to keep me to yourself.""Oh, I do want you to myself. I'm ju

Suspicion immediately flared in my mind. I hadn't realized it until now, but Camilla was fifteen minutes later than normal. Not a huge amount of time, but fifteen minutes talking with Zane? Alone? Clearly she'd been enjoying the conversation for it to last that long.But I played it cool."No worries, babe," I replied. "I've just been diving into editing work. I didn't even notice what time it was.""Glad I didn't worry you," Camilla said, kissing me, and then turning to my editing room. "Can I see what you've got?"We spent the next several minutes reviewing my work. There was a lot of polishing left, but the makings of a finished movie were becoming apparent. Camilla complimented me on my efforts, then changed the subject to talking about her day.I only half-listened, wondering what the heck Camilla and Zane had been talking about while I was obliviously working away inside.***By Thursday night, though, my suspicions had subsided. Camilla came home at her normal time two days in