Taboo Touch by a Stranger

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Chapter 1

Big guy, no... please, let me go...

I was at the New Years fireworks show with my husband. Amidst the sea of people, a rugged, burly stranger was pressing against me from behind. The strange sensation triggered a sudden, intense craving in meDan itch my husband hadnt been able to scratch lately.

Once he sensed my reaction, he actually lifted my skirt and quietly pushed inside...

My rear was pressed firmly against the mans body.

At first, I didnt notice because I was excitedly watching the fireworks with my husband.

In a crowd this thick, bumping into people was inevitable.

That was until I felt something was off.

Ever since I got married, my desire for intimacy had always been strong.

But lately, it felt like an addiction. The hunger was only getting worse.

I had practically worn my husband out.

Whenever I brought it up, he seemed afraid he couldn't satisfy me and started avoiding it altogether, leaving me feeling increasingly frustrated.

Now, being squeezed by this stranger, I realized my husband couldn't see a thing in the crush of the crowd. For some reason, I became shameless and actually started enjoying the sensation.

I even leaned back into him, wanting the stranger to push harder.

My husband, unable to satisfy me, didn't notice my unusual state at all, which only made me sink deeper into the thrill.

As I rubbed against him, the stranger seemed to catch on.

He probably didn't expect a woman who looked so innocent and domestic to act so bold.

The man grew reckless. Not only did he keep thrusting against me, but he also pressed his entire body flush against mine.

By then, I could clearly feel the change in him. I knew for a fact that the man behind me was a beast.

He was tall, muscular, and incredibly well-endowed.

The way he rubbed against me felt incredible; he definitely knew how to tease a woman.

The air was filled with the deafening roar of the crowd.

My husband was shouting excitedly, pointing at the fireworks in the distance.

Slowly, the surging crowd pushed us apart.

I felt a twinge of resentment. My husbands indifference made the guilt of grinding against a stranger vanish.

The man behind me pulled me closer. To make it easier for him to touch me, I glanced at my husband, who was now several people away. Being ignored only fueled my desire.

Aching for more, I carefully tugged my short down jacket forward.

With the jacket out of the way, the man could press directly against me.

My move gave him more confidence. He became bolder, sliding one hand under the hem of my jacket.

My body froze. I wanted to turn around and say something, but in an instant, his hand had reached around to my front.

I was only wearing a thin camisole under my jacketDsomething I wore to make things easy for my husband.

Now, that thin fabric was all that separated his large hand from my chest. My scalp tingled, and I began to tremble.

My sensitivity seemed to stimulate the stranger even more.

While keeping his body glued to mine, he gave a powerful thrust.

I nearly screamed.

The man leaned in close, whispering in my ear.

Don't scream too loud, lady... you look like you haven't been touched in ages. Your husband must be a loser for you to be this thirsty. Lucky for you, you ran into a real man today. Ill give you exactly what you're craving and make you fly.

Chapter 2

His voice was rough and deep; he was likely older than me.

Hearing his dirty talk made my heart race.

Strangely, being called a slut gave me a bizarre sense of satisfaction.

While my logic told me to be ashamed, having this man grind against my backside provided an incredible rush.

We were surrounded by thousands of people. The thought that someone might be watching only made it more intense.

I had never experienced anything like this.

My husband was always so weak in bed. He lacked stamina and couldn't satisfy me, nor was he willing to try anything new.

This new experience had my heart pounding against my ribs.

My face flushed a deep crimson.

The stranger let out a low chuckle.

Seeing that I didn't pull away, he took it as a sign. One hand was already inside my clothes, and now his other hand started to move.

He aimed for my black leather skirt, his large palm sliding up my thigh.

He was going for my stockings.

No, dont...

What he was doing felt amazing. The sensation was building, making me crave more, making me desperate for release.

But the thought of actually going through with it with a stranger terrified me.

My eyes found my husband again. The urge to seek out this thrill faded slightly, replaced by a surge of guilt.

Hearing my weak rejection, the man paused for a second.

But he was clearly an old pro at this. He didn't stop; instead, he used his other hand to push further.

He pulled my stockings down partway, his bare hand making contact with my rear where he had been grinding.

Through the leather skirt, it had been intense, but now that the barrier was gone, the feeling was overwhelming.

I felt like I was going to explode from the heat.

The man whispered in my ear again.

Take a look at what your husband is doing, lady.

What could he be doing?

I spoke instinctively and looked toward my husband.

To my shock, in just those few minutes, my husband was laughing and chatting with a young girl next to him.

The look in his eyes was one of pure heat.

That image hit me like a physical blow.

My useless husband couldn't even figure out how to please me, yet here he was, flirting with some random girl.

Men are predators. All that talk about being faithful is bullshit. What man isn't looking for a thrill? Your husband is definitely cheating, or why else would he be so friendly with her?

The stranger sounded like a devil, fanning the flames of my desire.

He kept trash-talking my husband to rile me up so Id play along with him.

I knew what he was doing.

But seeing my husband so happy with that girl made my blood boil.

The man continued.

If that loser is playing around, why shouldn't you? A woman shouldn't live with her needs ignored. Its bad for your health to keep it all bottled up.

As he spoke, his hands were busy again.

One hand had my stockings down, while the other covered my thin panties, rubbing against me with increasing pressure.

Chapter 3

I was already anticipating what was next, held back only by a shred of loyalty.

Now, fueled by anger toward my husband, I was reaching my breaking point.

The strangers touch made my legs turn to jelly. I could barely stand.

Sensing my weakness, he wrapped his other arm around my waist to steady me.

Held in his grip, I felt like I was losing control over my own body.

He pressed his body tightly against mine, grinding relentlessly.

The guilt I felt for my husband evaporated. I was burning up from the friction.

The people around us were cheering as the fireworks began to explode in the sky.

Under the cover of the bright bursts of light, the mans movements became more aggressive, and I decided to let go.

With my heart full of resentment toward my husband and that girl, I began to move with him.

Thats it, lady. Just be my little slut. Think about all these people watchingDdoesn't that turn you on? Now, lets take this somewhere else for the real fun.

The man was just as worked up as I was. He was panting as he started pulling me toward a darker corner.

I didn't know if it was sweat or pure arousal, but I could feel that my panties were soaked.

The man, with his hand still on my rear, definitely felt it too.

Damn, lady, youre a thirsty one. Just one touch and youre dripping.

I was too embarrassed to speak.

Alright, now I can really show you a good time. Lets get comfortable.

He chuckled darkly.

He pulled me to a secluded spot behind a waist-high concrete ledge. No one could see what was happening below our waists.

He began to slowly lower his pants.

Even though I was desperate for release, the reality of being with a stranger in public started to scare me.

Touching and grinding was one thing, but actually doing it was another.

After all, I was a married woman.

Thinking of this, I shook my head, using what little logic I had left to resist.

No... not here. We can't really do this. I have a husband...

Slap!

The man delivered a sharp smack to my rear.

I gasped for air.

Still playing the innocent wife? If you were so loyal, you wouldn't be this wet. Youre just a neglected woman who needs a man like me to fill her up. Stop pretending, lady. Im going to have you begging for mercy in a minute!

He shoved me down, forcing me to bend over the ledge.

I was pinned in a crawling position.

He grabbed both of my hands with one of his, pinning them behind my back as he pressed his weight against me like he was mounting a horse.

With his other hand, he yanked my panties down...