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EROTICA | CHEATING | LESBIAN | MARRIED | PUBLIC RISK | ORAL SEX | FINGERING | TRIBBING | ROOFTOP SEX

Rooftop Party Seduction

While my husband chatted nearby, the building manager dropped to her knees behind the vines and ate my dripping pussy until I came on her face.

I walked out onto the rooftop, the city lights glittering like diamonds on the sky, the warm night air caressing my bare thighs like a dirty promise.

My thin white sundress clung to my curves from the humidity, the hem flirting dangerously high with every step I took in my strappy heels.

Thirty or so residents and guests laughed, drank and mingled, with fairy lights twinkling through the potted plants and climbing vines, casting soft golden glows.

Low, from hidden speakers, jazz, and the far away hum of traffic below.

This monthly rooftop party organized by the building management was meant to be a classy networking and neighborly bullshit.

Tonight, however, I had other ideas.

I saw her right away, Lorelei Jacobs, the building manager.

Tall, confident, sharp cheek bones, full lips, deep burgundy lipstick, I wanted to smear it.

She was wearing a tight black jumpsuit that hugged her athletic figure, the zipper just low enough to reveal the plumpness of her tits.

She was laughing at one of the older tenants, but her eyes turned to me and fixed.

She gave a slow, knowing smile to her mouth.

My pulse kicked up.

I had been eye fucking her for weeks during maintenance visits and tenant meetings.

Tonight I was done playing nice.

My husband, Parker Tapia, was already at the bar area, sipping wine and chatting with a couple from the fifth floor, in a relaxed button down.

He looked over and gave me that warm smile that I know.

I kissed him and took a glass of cold rosé, watching the cold droplets of condensation trickle down my fingers.

The dress I had selected was deep V front and low back that barely covered the top of my ass.

No bra.

No panties.

Only smooth, freshly shaven skin and the ever increasing slickness between my legs when I caught Lorelei watching me.

I walked through the crowd, hips swinging, feeling the breeze teasing under my dress and kissing my bare cunt.

A couple of neighbors nodded hello, old Mrs. Ramirez telling me how pretty I looked, some young guy from 8B trying not to stare at my tits.

I smiled politely, chatted about the new gym on the third floor, but my mind remained on her.

Lorelei was the queen of the place, and she was.

I made my move when she stopped by the railing that overlooks the city.

“Great party as always,” I said, putting my arm close to hers.

Her perfume was a spicy and costly one.

“You really know how to make everyone feel… welcome.”

Lorelei turned and slowly lowered her gaze down my body and back up.

“Meilani, right?

These are always the occasions when you dress as if you're trying to cause trouble.”

Her voice was low and husky, just for me.

“That dress is so fucking bad.”

I drank a glass of wine, and a drop fell on my lower lip, which I licked off slowly.

“Perhaps I enjoy stirring up trouble, when the person in charge of the show looks at me like she wants to bend me over the railing.”

Her laughter was filthy and gentle.

We stood there talking for a while, talking about the building repairs, the new plants on the roof, how the city looked at night, surface shit, the tension between us.

Whenever she leaned towards me to say something, her breath would ghost my neck.

Each time I moved, my firm nipples would press through the light material.

Parker was still talking twenty feet away, oblivious to the fact that my cunt was already dripping wet from standing next to her.

We walked through the party together, and she introduced me to more residents, her hand resting on the small of my back from time to time.

Every touch penetrated right to my core.

I told her about the leaky faucet in our unit just to give me an excuse to text her later.

She said that she would “personally inspect” it “sometime”.

Her tone made my thighs clench.

The night deepened.

More people arrived.

Laughter grew louder.

I danced a little near the middle with a group of wives, letting my dress swirl up and bare my skin.

Lorelei stood in the shadows, near the bar, her eyes dark.

When Parker came over to check on me, I kissed him deeply, tasting the red wine on his tongue, my hand on his chest.

He was happy and unaware, and resumed his conversation.

Good.

I loved him.

But this hunger for Lorelei was something else—raw, filthy, and mine alone.

I spotted her again in the corner behind the tall trellis, filled with climbing vines and flowering plants, which gave a private area a view of the city.

Party noise was still loud, but vines provided just enough cover.

My heart pounded as I came up to her and pushed her lightly against the wall.

“You’ve been staring at my ass all night,” I whispered, pressing my body to hers.

“What you gonna do about it or just eye fuck me while my husband is right over there?”

Lorelei's hand reached down my side and gripped my hip tightly.

“You're playing a dangerous game, Meilani.

But fuck… I've wanted my mouth on you since the first time you walked into the management office.”

My skin was buzzing with electricity.

My puss was sore, slippery and swollen, oozing down my inner thighs.

Each time the crowd laughed, each time the glasses clinked, I was reminded of how close we were to being caught.

Lorelei looked around once, and then she dragged me further behind the dense vines.

The city was below us, lights twinkling, and voices of the party were heard clearly just across the green wall.

She pushed me back against the rough concrete, dropped to her knees right there in her sleek jumpsuit and shoved my dress up to my waist.

“Fuck, look at this pretty cunt,” she growled, opening my legs further.

“She's already dripping for me, she's such a greedy girl.”

She didn't tease me, she buried her face between my legs.

Her hot tongue licked up my slit, as if she was starving for my juices.

I clenched my lips tight, my hand in her hair, as she consumed me.

She licked wide and sloppy, then sucked my swollen clit between her lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of her tongue.

Two fingers thrust inside me, curling deep, pumping as if she was a woman possessed.

The party went on for 10 feet.

Someone laughed loudly.

Glasses clinked.

I could hear Parker's voice among the others.

The danger made everything more pointed.

My legs shook as Lorelei fucked me harder with her fingers and sucked my clit till I came—hard—grinding my soaking cunt against her face, juices smearing her chin and lips.

I had to put my fist in my mouth to cover the moan.

She rose to her feet, eyes wild, and kissed me deep, so I could taste my own pussy on her tongue.

“Good girl,” she murmured against my mouth.

“Now it's your turn to make me cum.”

I turned her around and pushed her front against the wall so she could see out at the city as I went behind her.

I unbuttoned her jumpsuit enough to push it down her hips, revealing her round ass and shaved cunt.

She was soaked too.

I parted her lips and dove in, licking up her clit to her tight asshole.

She was sweet and musky to taste.

I rubbed her clit with two fingers and tongue fucked her pussy, then inserted a thumb into her ass.

Lorelei moaned low, pushing back against my face.

Then we changed again, standing up, cunt to cunt, her leg wrapped around my hip, our sodden pussies rubbing and slapping in filthy rhythm.

With each roll of our hips, our clits rubbed hard.

The vines trembled a little.

There was someone else who was walking nearby on the other side, talking on the phone.

We froze for a second, with our hearts pounding, then we pushed on harder.

I came again first, biting her shoulder as my cunt spasmed against hers.

She followed right behind, moaning “Fuck, Meilani, you're so fucking wet” as she jangled and poured my thigh full of cum.

We hurried to dress our clothes, our faces red, our lips swollen.

I wiped her juices off my chin, and licked my fingers clean as she watched.

We went out individually into the party as if nothing had happened.

I returned to Parker and allowed him to lead me in a slow dance.

My cunt still throbbed, thighs sticky with both our juices.

Each time the wind would blow, I would feel the mess between my legs.

The rest of the night was torture and heaven.

Lorelei and I continued to steal glances at each other.

I danced with her for a little bit in the group, in another slow song, bodies close, hands touching asses.

Later I helped her replenish drinks in the little utility corner, where she fingered me again, three thick fingers pumping my cunt so fast that I bit her neck to keep quiet.

When the party ended I was in a state of exhaustion, pussy puffy and satisfied, mind buzzing.

Parker and I went back to our apartment.

I rode him on the couch while I was fucking him slow and deep, replaying every dirty second with Lorelei.

He loved how wet I was, he didn't know that night another woman's tongue and fingers had already destroyed me.

The following morning I woke up in pain in the best way.

I got a text from Lorelei: “Maintenance check on your faucet tomorrow at 8pm.

Wear nothing under your robe.”

I laughed, tears running down my face.

This was the first time this building felt like home.

THE END