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He was standing on the corner, bathed in the warm glow spilling from O’Malley’s Pub. He was a soldier, I could tell from the crisp cut of his hair and the easy confidence in his stance, surrounded by a boisterous group of his comrades. His eyes met mine, and the noise of the pub seemed to fade into a dull hum. He simply stared, a magnetic pull drawing me in.
He broke away from his friends, a sheepish grin on his face. “Ma’am,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “I couldn’t help but notice you. Are you headed home? Mind if I walk with you?” I hesitated. The walk was short, only a few blocks. But the man exuded a raw energy that both intrigued and frightened me. “That’s kind of you,” I said. “But it’s really not necessary.”
He was a soldier
He persisted, “It’s no trouble at all, ma’am. Besides, it’s getting late. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” Against my better judgment, I agreed. As we walked, he told me about his deployment, the buddies he served with, and his dreams for the future. He was charming, articulate, and surprisingly vulnerable. I found myself drawn to him, his honesty a stark contrast to the quiet monotony of my very religious life.
At my doorstep, he turned to me, his eyes filled with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of my cheek. “Amber,” he breathed, my name a prayer on his lips. He leaned in, and I knew what was coming. Panic flared. I was a married woman, a woman of the church who had taken vows, sacred vows. I backed away, shaking my head. “No…I, I can’t,” I whispered, but the words felt hollow, unconvincing even to my own ears.
He didn’t give up. He stepped closer, his hand finding the small of my back, pulling me flush against him. His kiss was tentative at first, a question posed on my lips. But then, it deepened, becoming urgent, demanding. Reason dissolved. The weight of my responsibilities, the fear of judgment, the years of quiet resignation, all crumbled. I was no longer Amber, the dutiful wife, the devout member of the women’s group. I was simply a woman, overwhelmed by a desire I hadn’t realized I possessed. So, I did what any woman in my situation would do…I kissed him back and rode his cock for hours with my dripping wet pussy. My husband never found out.
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