On Mother’s Day and spent it with ‘my illicit fuck’. He flew in especially for it because I told him the night before, if not tomorrow then never again. He arrived our home and my husband welcomed him inside. My cunt creamed the minute I saw him walk through the door. We had plans to take my mother in law to dinner but My husband told me I couldn’t leave my guest, so off he went- happy and content that I’d spend time with someone he knows so very well.
As soon as the car left the drive, his cock was pushing inside my cunt. He rode me hard with my face pressed against the granite counter as he told me what a “filthy cock hungry whore” I was and that he was “disappointed” in me. Again and again he pounded me until he slapped my pussy hard and I squirted everywhere. He took me to my marital bed without removing his cock and fucked me again with my face pressed into my husbands pillow until my legs shook and gave way. Mounting me he rode me raw until he emptied every ounce of cum from his balls.
He didn’t allow me to cum that time, he put me on my knees as he called his wife and had a 10 minute conversation with her as he fucked my throat and every time he nearly came, he paused the call, returning to it as I sucked his cock! I moved my hands down and began to finger fuck my cunt and he began to talk about me to his wife. Calling me a “spoilt cunt” who needs to be “put in her place”, as I was close to cuming on my fingers he rammed his cock down my throat until I gagged. His wife asked what the noise was and he told her “I’m watching porn and rubbing my cock while thinking of you”, then turned the camera around so she could see him stroking his cock! His wife is ultra conservative and promptly hung up.
He finished off fucking my face then proceeded to empty load after load in my weeping cunt. When my pussy hubby arrived back with his family, brother in law included it was both incredibly awkward and exhilarating. I left him back to the airport an hour ago to return to his wife
Anna had slipped away from the main resort and was enjoying what she thought was a secluded view over the ocean. It was a raised concrete balcony overlooking the shore, just tucked behind a cliff to give some privacy. It was the perfect place to get away from her husband and the kids for a while. She heard footsteps from around the corner before she heard the man’s voice.
“Oh, there you are,” the man said. “Yuki, right?” Before Anna could correct him, he began walking her around the corner and taking off his robe. His long, thick and still flaccid cock swayed freely as he put the robe down on a nearby chair, beside the raised massage table. “I’m Carl. Tiffany usually takes care of me, but the agency said she was out of town,” he continued.
Anna stared at his tight, firm buttocks as he bent over to get something from the robe’s pocket. “$500, right?” he said handing her a stack of bills. She took it and nodded quietly, not sure how to get out of this situation any longer. “Cool, let’s get started,” he said as he laid face down on the massage table.
Anna thought to herself that a massage wasn’t all that bad a thing to do for $500. And after all, he was a very attractive man. She put the $500 in her beach bag and started to think what she should do next.
“Dry massage is fine,” Carl told her. “I don’t like all those oils,” he said.
Anna decided to speak as little as possible. She began massaging the stranger’s feet, working her way up his firm, naked body. She worked her way up to his neck and shoulders. She was standing in front of his head, working on his upper back when she felt his hands begin to caress her legs. She stifled a moan as his warm, rough hands found their way up the backs of her thighs and onto her petite, firm ass cheeks.
Anna let out a whimper as his thick finger slid easily inside of her wet cunt. With his free hand, he pulled off her bikini bottom and let it fall to the ground. She could barely stand up straight, much less massage him, as he teased her pussy lips and clit. She squeezed his back and slumped over him as she came to his fingering.
“I’m gonna turn over now,” Carl announced as Anna tried to recuperate. She was bargaining with herself about how a handjob wouldn’t be that bad. Hell, the president once said even a blowjob wasn’t cheating, she rationalized to herself.
Anna was about to grab his hard cock and start slowly stroking him, when Carl shifted abruptly. “As nice as your massage is, I don’t think I can wait any longer,” Carl said. He easily lifted her up with one arm and pulled her on top of his naked body.
“Ohhh, ffffuccckk,” Anna moaned as she sank herself down onto Carl’s rock hard cock. She whimpered and shook as she got accustomed to Carl’s length and girth. Soon, she was riding him, eagerly building to her next orgasm. As she came, she slumped forward on top of the stranger.
Carl pumped a few more times before groaning mightily and lifting Anna off of his cock. She felt the warm shot of cum splash her pussy and ass cheeks.
“Hhhhoooollly shit,” Carl gasped. “Wow, even Tiffany never let me go bareback,” he said. “Damn!”
Anna fought the urge to kiss the stranger before she dismounted. “So … same time tomorrow?” Carl asked as Anna picked up her bikini and got dressed again.
Anna couldn’t think of anything to do but nod. She told herself that this Yuki girl would sort it out. But the very next day, she found herself again on the patio, waiting for her Carl.
Vanessa was secretly suspicious that Michael was cheating on her with his new secretary, Candice. She stopped in the office just before Michael was due to go on a business trip. Vanessa pretended to spontaneously invite her out for dinner later that week.
It was weird at first, but after they started talking, Candice warmed up to her bosses wife. Vanessa was still a little uncertain, but she was being her best, most charming self in order to try to catch Candice off guard. As dinner went on, Vanessa’s was still concerned, but she couldn’t pit her finger on why. Then it struck her.
“You know, I was a little concerned that you and Michael might be fooling around,” Vanessa said. “I mean, you’re a very beautiful, charming, sexy woman. But you’re not married,” she pointed to the empty ring finger. “And over this past hour, you’ve yet to mention a boyfriend.” Vanessa watched carefully for Candice’s reaction.
Candice laughing was not what she had expected. “I’m so sorry,” Candice said, covering her mouth and stifling a giggle. “No, Michael and I are not fooling around,” she confirmed. “My girlfriend wouldn’t have allowed it,” Candice said, waiting for the realization to hit Vanessa.
“Oh? Ohh!” Vanessa said, suddenly embarrassed.
“Actually, we broke up recently,” Candice continued. “But still, Michael isn’t my type,” Candice said sipping her wine while still watching her boss’s wife.
Vanessa apologized repeatedly, but Candice waved her off. They ordered dessert and were able to have a conversation without Vanessa’s agenda getting in the way. After Vanessa picked up the check, Candice thanked her, then hesitated as they both stood up to leave the restaurant.
“You know, I’m meeting some friends for drinks tonight,” Candice said. “Would you like to join us?” Vanessa felt it was the least she could do, especially when she heard that Candice’s friends were taking her out to help her get over her recent break up.
Vanessa was a little surprised when she met Candice’s friends. Their short hair, lack of makeup and clothes were a sharp contrast to Candice’s long, flowing red hair, impeccable makeup, and tight hot pink dress. When Candice went to get a round of drinks, Vanessa asked Candice’s friends about her ex.
“She said my husband wasn’t her type,” Vanessa explained. “I’m curious what her type is.”
“Tall, pretty, big boobs,” Melanie said. “Long dark hair,” she added.
“Kind of like you,” Sarah joked. Melanie punched her to keep quiet.
When Candice returned, they all did shots before Candice convinced Vanessa to join her on the dance floor. They danced near each other for a while, but as the music slowed, Candice pulled Vanessa closer. Vanessa didn’t resist, in fact she wrapped her own are around Candice’s waist and pulled her closer, pressing their breasts together.
They stared at each other, each feeling the other’s heart racing as the bass notes vibrated through their bodies. Vanessa leaned in first and Candice caressed her cheek as they kissed. They continued kissing for the rest of the song, and then Candice broke away, grabbing Vanessa by the hand to lead her out of the club.
They continued making out In the uber ride to Candice’s apartment. Candice’s long, tender fingers slipped in and out of Vanessa’s eager, wet slit as she moaned into her mouth. By the time they arrived, Vanessa had cum twice and could barely walk.
It was in Candice’s living room that she first tasted another woman’s musky scent. She enjoyed the taste almost as much as the feeling of power she got from making the pretty young redhead squirm and moan.
After Candice returned the favor, she left Vanessa half naked on the living room couch still gasping for breath. She returned a minute or so later wearing a thick, pink strapon. “Good thing your husband will be away for a while,” Candice said naughtily as she flipped Vanessa over and went to work.
Steve and Emma were at the rehearsal dinner when they ran into Mike, an old friend of Steve’s. They were all in town for a mutual friend’s wedding and were staying at the same hotel. At first, Mike was a little strange about what he had been up to since they last saw each other. Finally he admitted that he was a hypnotist.
“What?!? People pay you for that?” Steve asked incredulously, thinking Mike might be joking. Mike promised he wasn’t joking, and he was helping people lose weight and quit smoking.
Steve was still unsure if his old friend was joking, when his wife chimed in. “I think all of that is nonsense,” she said dismissively. She and Steve began joking about Mike being a charlatan, or snake oil salesman.
Mike tried to change the subject a few times, but both Emma and Steve were having too much fun at his expense. Mike made an excuse to leave the conversation and went off to say hello to a few other friends.
A while later, he ran into Emma by the bar. She was a bit tipsy and that did nothing to improve her manners. “Seriously, you think people can be tricked into … whatever … clucking like a chicken? Come on!” she said.
Mike tried to play along, but Emma became more and more insulting as the night wore on.
The next morning, before the ceremony, Steve had to run out after breakfast. He came back to the hotel room and found his wife on all fours on the floor in front of the window. “What the –” Steve started to say before he saw Mike and suddenly blacked out.
When Steve woke up a few minutes later, he was tied to a chair, facing the window where his wife was. Her dress was thrown over her ass and Mike was behind her, feeding his cock in and out of her gleaming, wet pussy.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” Steve screamed at Mike. Mike just smiled. Steve turned to his wife who was clearly enjoying Mike fucking her from behind. “Emma! What the fuck!”
“You want to know the funny thing?” Mike said to Steve nonchalantly as he continued to pound away at Emma’s pussy. “All I’ve done is removed her inhibitions. She actually thinks this is a dream. So deep down, she wants me to fuck her.” Turning to Emma, he asked her, “Isn’t that right?”
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Yes, I love it. I’ve wanted another cock for a long time,” she purred.
Mike turned back to Steve who was still trying to undo his restraints. “At first, I was just gonna make her do something embarrassing at the reception. Spill her drink, dance like a chicken, or something silly. But when she answered the door and I saw her half dressed, I kinda changed my mind. She’s a nice piece of ass, Steve.”
“You sonuvabitch!” Steve screamed. “When I get out of these ropes, I’m gonna …”
Mike laughed, still fucking Emma from behind. “Cum now, Emma,” he commanded. “Cum hard. You can be as loud as you want.” Emma began to moan and writhe as Mike kept pumping away at her. Her face grew flushed and she bowed her head as she pushed herself harder and faster onto Mike’s cock.
“Ohhh ggggaaawwwdd!!!” she screamed, grabbing at the rug and sobbing breathlessly as her orgasm overwhelmed her and her trembling pussy massaged Mike’s cock.
“Mouth,” Mike said calmly. Emma dutifully obeyed and wrapped her pretty lips around Mike’s now purple cock. She happily swallowed his load, letting only a few drops slip out of her lips and down her cheeks. “Good. Now go kiss your husband,” Mike said.
Steve struggled against his restraints, trying to avoid his wife’s musky, cum scented breath.
Mike laughed. “Well, I think we all learned a valuable lesson here today,” he said calmly.
“When I get out of these ropes,” Steve started to threaten again.
“What ropes?” Mike asked, pointing down to show Steve he hadn’t tied him at all. “See? Hypnosis works pretty well. Now, let’s erase some of the last few hours, old chum.”
At the reception, Mike greeted Steve and Emma as old friends. “Say, old chum, do you mind if I borrow your wife,” Mike asked flatly.
“Not at all! You kids have fun,” Steve said happily.
“Ooh, can we try anal?” Steve heard his wife ask as she walked away with Mike, toward their hotel room.
