Fulsome

Another Extreme Cuckolding Story: A newlywed Midwestern lawyer travels to SF for business. She placed her hand on the back of his neck and pulled herself to him. She wrapped herself around him. She kissed him. She could not even describe the sensation. Transcendent. Stillness and pressure and rhythm and breathing. Katherine felt like she was floating out of her body. Looking down on the scene from above and thinking they might burst into flame at any moment.

Then the kiss caught fire. Whatever had held them apart, whatever had restrained them before, was now gone. All Katherine could see behind her closed eyes were gold sparks; all she was aware of was Gary's mouth, his strong gentle hands, his smell, his soul. The taste of Gary in her mouth. Her hands pushing aside the fabric of his button down shirt to get at his bare skin underneath.

When Gary brushed her nipple through her blouse, it tripped a switch and Katherine came alight. Pulling him into her. His hands seemed to burn through her.

They stopped in a local coffee shop and waited in line to order. Some of the patrons were also on their way to The Fulsome. But others were fully clothed like any other day. The shop was buzzing as some men and women were really checking out Katherine, up and down all over. Which she noticed, but pretended like she didn't see or didn't care because of the sunglasses. She was acting like it was normal to be a hot naked fuckable on fire bitch in the coffee shop.

Quickly enough they got their coffee from the cashier who pretended it was all another normal day in SF.