I had the best fuck I'd ever had from a cheater.

He was a cheater, I knew. As I set my feet on each step, they creaked. The staircase was narrow and winding upwards.

His breath was warm and comforting on my neck.

Normaly, I would not entertain the idea that a married man could be near my sex. I was proud of my morals and had always stood by them.

With him around, everything went out of the window. My morals, my common sense, my panties.

Yes, my panties were indeed flung out of the window once.

He'd been to my house. He had lifted me and placed me on the windowsill. It was a blur of passion and urgency.

He sat me on the ledge and pulled my pants down from my legs. He seemed to be trying to throw them alongside me, but I believe he was trying to force it.

My panties flew out of my window onto the street.

It was probably not very safe to be fucked through an open window, now that I think about it.

But I didn't care. We were laughing together as we fell into each other's arms.

I was transported back to the present by the sound of his voice. Behind me, he murmured.

"Sorry," I replied and turned to look at him.

We were almost equal in height, with him one step behind me and him behind us. He groaned.

"Darling, you smell amazing. You look amazing. God, I want to take you right now."

I felt sexy every time he spoke to me. Wanted. Desired.

I can't resist cheating a cheater who wants me as much as he does

He was a cheater, so I believe that is why I couldn’t resist him.

Men don't let their desires shine through like a beacon of light. I always found my way back when I thought I was done.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. His body radiates heat, warming mine.

It was hot outside, and even more so inside the narrow staircase where the air was still.

My forehead was covered in sweat drops. I refused to wipe them off and instead focused my attention on him.

I ran my fingers through his hair. His hair was thick and scruffy. It fell across his face from his ears to the length of his hair.

His eyes looked darkened by the dim lighting in the stairwell. He groaned once more.

As he grasped my hair with one hand, the other was still moving along my back.

He rubbed his hair on my neck and then buried his head there.

Kissing. Biting. Licking.

I was acutely aware that anyone could climb or descend the stairs at any time. But I wanted him to take my pants down and fuck with me against the wall.

We would have sex whenever we felt like it when we were together.

It didn't matter if it was public. We'd fuck anywhere, including a dirty bathroom at a rock club or an elevator to a penthouse in a fancy hotel.

I saw images of us in an elevator flash before my eyes. I was wearing a short, sleeveless dress.

His middle finger was in my pants as soon as he pressed that button for the 34th Floor.

He leaned in to whisper in my ear, "You've got 34 floors to cum."

Just before the ping, cumming

It was an old building that had been used as an art deco and had a slow elevator.

His finger was able to read my clit and know exactly what it required.

My mind could see the maple veneers, and the gold railings that I held on to as my legs shook. I can still remember looking at the floor indicator.

It was a complex panel with intricate swirling patterns. Perhaps it was made from brass.

Each time we passed a floor, the floor buttons lit up. Counting down or up, until my orgasm. 27, 28, 29...

He pushed me closer to his body and said that my moans were getting faster.

I felt a great deal of joy when the light on the panel went out at 32 and 33.

He stood still and smiled at me. He opened the elevator door with a "ping", and then he placed his middle finger in my mouth to allow me to lick his cum off.

He fumbled with my button and I was back in the stairwell. We were only half a floor away from my apartment. My jeans were at my ankles.

He turned me around so that I was facing the wall. My hands were against the paper, just above my head. The wall was covered in decor that was worn and dried.

He was a cheater, and I got wet.

My pussy was in his finger. It was hard to believe how wet I was for his sake. I felt wetter knowing that we were wrong.

We shouldn't fuck in my staircase. Knowing that I shouldn't cheat a cheater. My pussy juices ran down my thighs.

He pushed in my ear. His cock filled my stomach. With each thrust, my body crashed into the wall.

It was intense.

He fist me faster than any other man.

My face was against the wall and I could feel the decaying wallpaper.

He shot his cum into my chest with a few jerky thrusts. It was very quick.

We looked at one another, panting as I turned my head.

His cum began to drip from my pussy and down my legs. He pulled my panties high, and caught the cum with them.

He said, "Lube for the next round," and smiled at me.