Abruptly he rolled off me and I jumped to my feet. I was free to run, but somehow I was rooted to the spot, torn between fear and lust. My pulse was throbbing and so was my pussy. What was wrong with me?

On one hand, I wanted him like hell on fire, despite the illogic of it. On the other hand, I was terrified – both of him and of the feelings he was inspiring in me. He was sexy...he was dangerous. Did I really have a choice anyway? I could say later that he had attacked me. I didn't really want this, did I?

Shaking with fear and lust, I let my gown pool around my feet. His eyes roved over me avidly. "Now your panties before you get them any wetter than they already are," he mildly suggested.

Tears of humiliation came to my eyes as I complied. What kind of person was I that I couldn't tell if I wanted this or not? How horrible was I that there was a possibility that I did? What was wrong with me? I had never once thought of being unfaithful to my husband before.

I buried my face in my hands in confusion. He walked over to me and carefully pried them apart, raising my face so that I was looking at him. With surprising tenderness he kissed me, his tongue sliding between my lips to swirl around mine, begging for a response. I'd never kissed anyone before but my husband, and I stood still for him, in complete shock at what I was doing.

His kiss became more demanding, his lips crushed mine. I was horrified to find myself touching him, my hands wrapping around his erection.

He broke the kiss, his eyes full of approval and lust. "You see there? I knew you'd come around," he said huskily. "Get on your knees and show me that you want me – show yourself how much you want me. I don't want you to think that any of this has been forced."

"With a mouth that pretty, I'm sure you can."

I tried not to think about what I was doing as I went to my knees. No matter what he said, this was not my choice. Or was it? I wasn't some kind of slut and yet there I was on my knees before a complete stranger, staring at his hardened cock. A glance up at his face showed it tense with passion and I knew that he wanted me to pleasure him more than anything else in the world.

His musky scent and taste were going to my head faster than any wine. More boldly, I took his erection into my mouth and sucked. It was like a part of me was watching from the sideline as I acted like a whore in an alley. I was absorbed in the task of getting him off, becoming more and more aroused at the prospect. My mouth slid willingly up and down his length until I began to taste pre-cum.

"You have to stop," he groaned. "I don't want to cum in your mouth."

" I want to taste you," I gasped in protest, any remaining morals I