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Emily thought that her late-night trip to the library on Valentines Day would be a short jaunt. Drive in, get the textbook she needed for class, check out and get home to her loving husband, who hopefully had a Valentines’ surprise waiting for her. She hadn’t exactly dressed for the occasion; her curvy 5’4″ frame was still draped in the white button-up blouse, black skirt, and hair put up in a bun that she’d worn to church several hours earlier. Yet as Emily found the book, brought it to the checkout counter and got her library card swiped with just a glance exchanged with the librarian, a tall figure glancing through the books arrayed on the shelves caught her eye.

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Emily took a deep breath and sized the man up. Tall and lanky, wavy jet black hair and fair skin. His jaw was chiseled and he was impeccably dressed in a sharp black sport coat and slacks. Could it be Etienne from the dance hall last night? Emily was too shy to ask until the man’s hazel eyes connected with hers. The attraction was magnetic as the two began to walk towards each other.

When Emily was at the dance hall on Friday and Saturday nights, it was like her most raw inhibitions could finally be set free. She was a master of swing and tango, and regularly got to dance with handsome guys who could hold their own with her on the dance floor. Her husband John would drop her off at the dance hall and pick her up, but would much rather play video games at home than dance with his beautiful bride. Emily worked her magic with her light feet and swiveling hips, and often got playful and flirty with the lucky guy who had her as a dance partner that night. Etienne had been every bit as flirty as her past dance partners last night.

“Well hello madame,” the man began. “We danced together last night in the studio downtown,” he reminded her.

“How could I forget!” Emily replied. “You were so light on your feet!” Left unsaid, but burning in Emily’s mind, was the way he stole a glance at her cleavage every time she bent backwards as they danced together.

“And I’m…”

“Emily,” Etienne interrupted. “I had to remember the name of the best dancer in the whole studio.” Emily just blushed at the comment, while Etinenne decisively and firmly put his left hand on Emily’s lower back while taking her left hand is his right. He started moving Emily in a slow rock step, leading her between the shelves of books. As Etienne rocked his hips back and forth, Emily felt the bulge in his pants swiping across her belly. Man, she thought to herself, this guy’s hung and getting chubbier!

Etienne quickly put any subtlety to rest when he put firm pressure on Emily’s back, drawing her hips into his throbbing loins. His hand slid up the back of Emily’s white blouse and towards her neck, untying her hair from its bun and letting it roll down her shoulders. Emily was totally lost in the moment; her dear husband didn’t even register in her mind.

It was Emily’s turn to make the next move. She started kissing Etinenne passionately; her lover responded and slowly started rubbing his hands down Emily’s curvaceous breasts, then feeling the curves of her hips and thighs. Etienne then dragged them firmly back up her legs, deftly moving under her dress as he leaned Emily backwards against the bookshelf.

“Oh Etienne,” Emily moaned softly. “I love your touch. You tease me as well as you dance!” But Etienne didn’t have much time to savor the compliments. With Emily’s moans as his motivation, his right hand felt up the insides of Emily’s thighs and made its way to the gusset of her panties. Emily’s new lover could feel her moisture soaking through, while Emily dwelled on the thought of Etienne’s stiffening manhood rubbing against her labia.

Emily had a craving in her loins that could only be saturated with inches of hard man-meat. Her hand traveled downwards from her breast to the growing bulge in Etienne’s slacks. She wrapped her thumb and index finger around, gauging its rigid girth. Then, with some hesitation on her part, Emily stopped in her tracks and took her hand away. She pulled her lips away from Etienne’s.

“I Can’t do this anymore,” Emily said with tears in her eyes. “My flesh craves you, but my heart belongs to my husband. I want you so badly but I can’t have you!”

“Oh Emily,” Etienne said, “I’m sure your husband is a wonderful, understanding guy. He will love you no matter what. Do you think he’d get mad that we kissed? Will you tell him that you felt up the front of my pants? We’ve already gone this far. Let’s just give in now and deal with the consequences later. I’m sure we’ll both survive! Now show me you want to feel alive!”

Emily wasted no time. Her fingers grasped Etienne’s zipper and tugged down slowly. She felt the rigid shaft as it fell out from his boxer shorts. Her fingers began a gentle, slow stroke. Etienne grabbed Emily’s hair and guided her down to her knees. She hungrily drew Etienne’s manhood into her warm, wet, lusting lips. Emily took Etienne’s shaft, slowly at first. He felt her tongue on the underside of his cock. Her lips made it all the way to his public mound and scrotum before she backed off.

Etienne’s cock was lubed enough to slide inside her womanhood by now, and Emily was ready. She spun around, hiked her skirt above her curvaceous ass, and dropped her black lacy panties in one smooth motion. Etienne grabbed her hips and pressed his cock against Emily’s married pussy.

Etienne’s busy hands unbuttoned Emily’s blouse and let her curvy breasts fall out, pressing her breasts against the book shelf. His right hand lifted her skirt up, exposing the curves of her fine ass. His finger made a come-hither motion against Emily’s labia. They were very moist now. Emily felt his finger fall away, replaced by the sensation of something much bigger and harder. Clutching her hips and giving a push, the tip of his penis slipped inside her lusting vagina. Emily backed into Etienne, taking the inches of his penis while she gripped the bookshelf for support. Etienne’s fingertips trace their way up the backs of her thighs and caressed the curves of her ass. Emily felt filled and content in the moment.

Emily was pleased and surprised when Etienne’s hands moved around to caress the large, lovely breasts that popped out of her blouse. She turned her head to kiss him, and they began to thrust as their tongues played. Etienne’s right hand dropped to Emily’s throbbing clit and began a slow rubbing of circles.

“Ugh, ugh,” Emily moaned in a low tone as Etienne kept thrusting and rubbing. The moans increased in volume and frequency. “Ugh, ooooooh, AAAAAH!” Emily was soaking as she came.

The pulsing of Emily’s wet pussy was too much for Etienne. He exploded with ropes of hot cum inside his lover. Emily pulled some tissues from her purse and shared a kiss with Etienne. With lips locked, Emily wiped her lover’s manhood off. Etienne took the other tissue and wiped his hot seed from Emily’s flower.

***

Emily came home to her husband, who wasted no time greeting his wife as she came in the door with a passionate kiss. Emily had a hard time reciprocating with passion after her tryst just moments before, her lover’s cum still soaking her panties. “So how was your Valentines Day surprise?” he asked?

Emily stood in place aghast. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Remember how I ran inside when I picked you up from the dance studio last night, and told you I needed to use the restroom?”

“I guess. Why’s that?”

“I’ve seen how your eyes lusted for Etienne since the two of you started dancing. I’m glad the two of you could finally enjoy each other fully.”

Emily took a few deep breaths as a warm wave came over her body. Hubs was a clever bastard, who must have been harboring his cuckold fantasy for ages.

“Well Maybe I’ve got a Valentines surprise for you too, babe,” she coyly replied.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“My sloppy seconds, lover,” she replied with a wink and a sly smile.

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