Sunday Evening in Vienna

Cheating Short Stories · approx. 6 min read · 18+

This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.

The apartment was silent, only the soft ticking of the clock on the wall breaking the stillness. I sat on the sofa, surrounded by the remnants of a long day, staring out the window into the twilight. The streetlights had already come on, casting a warm, golden light onto the building fronts. I thought about the art exhibition I had visited the night before and the woman I had met there. She was a doctoral student at the university, and I, a lecturer, had immediately fallen under her spell. Her eyes, her skin, the way she moved, had hypnotized me. Especially her breasts, visible under her thin blouse, gave me no rest. I imagined undressing her, kneading her nipples between my fingers, licking them until she panted and moaned.

I stood up and walked to the bookshelf to get a glass of wine. My hand brushed over the books, and I suddenly felt reminded of the long evenings I had spent with my wife before we drifted apart. We had separated without any obvious reason, only that the love that once bound us had gradually faded. I thought about the woman I had met the night before and wondered if I was ready for a new relationship. My thoughts grew dirtier: I saw her lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, her wet cunt ready for my cock. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat back down on the sofa to lose myself in my thoughts. The ringing of the phone tore me from my dreams. It was the doctoral student, and she asked if she could come over. Her voice was smoky, almost hoarse, and I felt my cock go hard in my pants. I hesitated for a moment before saying yes. “Come over,” I murmured, “I’ll be waiting for you.”

I opened the door, and she stood before me, in a dark coat that enveloped her figure. She smiled, and I felt as if I had been caught in a whirlpool. I invited her in, and she took off her coat to reveal a black blouse and tight pants. Her breasts were large and full, the nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Her skin glowed in the lamplight, and I suddenly felt seized by an insatiable longing. We sat down on the sofa, and I poured her a glass of wine. We talked about the art exhibition, and I told her about the collector who had impressed me. She listened attentively, and I felt as if I were the only person in the world. Her eyes rested on me, and I felt my skin heat under her gaze. My cock pulsed in my pants, and I had to pull myself together not to simply pounce on her.

I stood up to open the window, and she followed me. We stood together at the window, and I felt her warmth at my side. The sky was dark, and the stars sparkled like diamonds. I turned to her, and she looked at me with a gaze that struck me to the core. Her lips were slightly parted, and I could feel her breath on my skin. I took her hand, and she allowed it. We stood there, as if in a trance, and I felt my lips approaching hers. The kiss was gentle, but it ignited a fire in me that I could no longer control. We kissed like two people gasping for air, and I felt as if I had finally come home. My tongue entered her mouth, and she moaned softly. I pulled her close, and she let herself fall into my arms. My hands slid over her back, down to her ass, which felt firm and round under her pants. I pressed her against me, and she felt my hard cock against her belly.

We sank onto the sofa, and I felt her skin under my fingers. She was like a fire consuming me, and I was like a ship drifting in a storm. I pulled off her blouse and let my hands glide over her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard, and I leaned forward to lick them. “Oh yes, lick me,” she whispered, and I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking on it while my other hand kneaded her other nipple. She moaned loudly, and her body twitched beneath me. I let my hand wander lower, down to her pants. I unbuttoned them and pulled them off, along with her panties. She lay naked before me, and I could see her wet cunt, the lips glistening with moisture. “You’re so horny,” I murmured, “so fucking horny.” I let my fingers glide over her labia, feeling the heat, the wetness. “Fuck me,” she breathed, “please fuck me.”

I pulled off my pants and let them fall to the floor. My cock was stiff, the head red and swollen. I sat between her legs and let my hand glide over her belly, down to her cunt. I parted her lips and plunged two fingers into her. She was so wet, so hot, and she moaned loudly as I moved my fingers inside her. “Yes, deeper,” she panted, “fuck me with your fingers.” I moved my fingers inside her, feeling her clench around me, sucking me in. I leaned forward and licked her clit, which was hard and swollen. She twitched under my tongue, and I didn’t let go, licking her, sucking on it until she trembled and moaned. “I’m coming,” she screamed, “I’m coming!” Her body shook, and I felt her clench around my fingers, felt her cum, her juices running over my hand.

I straightened up and guided my cock to her cunt. The head slid over her wet lips, and I pushed in slowly. She was so tight, so hot, and I groaned as I entered her. “Yes, fuck me,” she whispered, “fuck me hard.” I moved inside her, slowly at first, then faster, deeper. I felt her clench around me, sucking me in, wanting me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me, ramming my cock into her as deep as I could. She moaned loudly, and I felt her nails dig into my back. “Harder,” she panted, “fuck me harder.” I obeyed, ramming my cock into her again and again until she screamed and trembled. “I’m coming again,” she moaned, “fuck me, let me come!” Her body shook beneath me, and I felt her clench around me, felt her cum, her juices running over my cock.

I pulled my cock out of her and turned her onto her stomach. Her ass was round and wet.