I sagged forward and braced myself on the table, right in front of the camera. Dave would be staring right at my soaked panties. I took a deep breath and turned to face Carlos. He looked thrilled with his handiwork and was eagerly anticipating what I would do next. I smiled and dropped my bra to the floor. Next I wiggled out of my panties and struck a pose. It was the first time he saw me fully nude, and he liked it.
“Damn, babe, you look fucking amazing. You’re husband is a fool.”
Hearing him trash my husband like that irritated me, but then I remembered he wasn’t talking about Dave, but Diana’s fictional hubby, who left her so bored she was looking for hook ups on the internet.
I confidently walked toward Carlos, grabbed him by the shirt and shoved my tongue in his mouth. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated the orgasm he’d just given me. The buttons on his shirt yielded to my insistent fingers and then I was crouched in front of him, opening his pants. He strained against tight, stretchy boxer briefs and I traced the outline of his length with my fingers. I was almost able to grip him through the stretch fabric and I tugged on him until he grunted impatiently. I don’t think Carlos was used to being teased.
His cock sprang out, smearing sticky, clear juice on my cheek when I freed it from his boxer-briefs. The nearly-nude photo he’d sent me didn’t truly do him justice. Appropriately for a cop, his penis was like a blunt weapon—too thick for me to wrap my hand around and at least seven inches long. I didn’t know how I would take something that big, but it would be fun finding out. I held him with both hands and sucked the tip between my lips, swabbing the head with my tongue to clean up all that dripping precum. I stood and pushed him back onto the bed.
“I like a woman who goes for what she wants,” he chuckled.
“I know what it’s like to do without,” I said, playing up my role as Diana. “When I see something I want, I know to grab it.”
I crawled onto the bed between his spread legs and leaned over him, my hair tickling his chest. There was a quick kiss, then I focused on his neck, using my tongue, lips and teeth to find all his tender spots. Carlos laced his fingers in my hair and held me there when I nibbled on his neck where he liked it. My hand smoothed over his sculpted abs and grasped his shaft tightly. His body jerked and he grunted. Carlos was ready to fuck me, but I wasn’t ready to let him. Not yet. He was a hot guy and I wanted time to play.
His chest really did seem to be carved from stone, and his abs were a work of art. I traced the tribal tattoo on his bicep with my tongue and then returned to tease his nipples, but he did not seem to like that, and he pulled me away from there. I ran my fingers over his abs like I just couldn’t believe they were real. Carlos sat back and watched me worship his body, pleased that I wanted him so badly. I wonder if he thought of moments like this when he was in the gym. I know when I’m out running, or doing yoga, I’m thinking about that fact some strange man is going to be seeing me naked soon, and I want him to like what he sees. But he could only take so much of that, I guess, because again he urged me lower.
I like a guy to be in control, but it can be annoying when they push your face toward their cock. It’s like they are just assuming you’re down to give them head. But Carlos was so strong and self-assured that it only felt natural to follow his lead. He was completely smooth down there—he didn’t even have stubble. I like it when a man does some manscaping, but I hadn’t encountered anyone like that before. Charles in the casino at least had some stubble. It was a little weird to be kissing him down there and have it be as smooth as my pussy. But when I started kissing his thick, hot shaft I forgot all about that. Only one thing dominated my thoughts.
Carlos stared at me hungrily while I kissed and licked his prick. He tasted masculine and musky, but clean. I lapped at him like he was a delicious candy cane. The way he stared at me made me tingle at my core. This guy is going to fuck me silly, I thought. I held his baton in both hands and began working my way down it. My lips were stretched wide and my mouth was full, but I relaxed and sucked down more. Carlos encouraged me with his eyes to swallow more and more.
“That’s so sweet, Diana. Suck that dick good.”
It was a shame the camera was behind me. Dave would have a beautiful view of my ass, but I know he’d love to see my mouth stretched around that huge cock. I imagined him coming around my side to watch. He wouldn’t be able to stay in the chair. Would Dave be amazed at how much cock I could fit in my mouth? Would he be intimidated to see how eagerly I sucked that monster? Look at your slut wife, Dave. Watch me sucking this big dick. I want it so bad, honey. I want this big bastard to feed me his cock. Pretending my husband was there just made me suck Carlos harder, cheeks hollowed as I amazingly made over half his cock disappear into my mouth.
“Damn, Diana. You want it, don’t you? You need it bad,” Carlos moaned.
I murmured, “Mmhm,” through my mouthful.
“Does your husband know what a great cocksucker you are? Jesus, I’d never let you out of bed, babe.”
Bobbing on that big cock made my jaw sore, so I switched to stroking it while licking the head and then kissing his hairless balls. My engagement ring caught the light from the bedside lamp and I realized it was the first time I was seeing my hand, with wedding rings on, wrapped around a cock that was not my husband’s. It was just so wrong, and it gave me chills of excitement. His balls were big too. I loved how sucking them made him moan. It always seems to impress a guy when I suck his balls. I actually liked it when they were as clean as Carlos’s. It was fun playing with them with my tongue.
“Yeah, Di, that’s hot. Suck those balls,” Carlos encouraged while I slurped around his balls.
With all his fingers in my hair, he gently pulled me back up to take his shaft into my mouth. It seemed that he could only cede control for so long. I liked him taking charge again. Carlos guided my mouth up and down on his fat prick while I held it by the base. My free hand pinched and rolled my tingling nipples, but then moved down to rub my soaked mound. That climax he’d given me was like a distant memory. I needed more! I struggled to relax as Carlos forced more and more cock into my mouth. He kept me bobbing faster and faster. I’d gone from giving him head to him fucking my mouth. I looked up at him, considered asking him to slow down, but the intense look on his face stopped me. Carlos stared at me like I was the center of his universe, and that look made me want to do anything to please him.
“That mouth is fucking hot, Di. You’re so fucking good,” he praised, driving himself into my mouth. I almost gagged, but I was determined to keep going.
Hear that Dave? I thought. Hear what a good cocksucker your wife is? Carlos is owning my mouth right now, just like you wanted. I could see my husband there—right beside us—jerking off as Carlos used my mouth. Dave would love to hear this stranger praising me.
Carlos did not ask if I was ready, or if I even wanted to swallow, but just held my head tightly with his cock buried in my throat. The first spurt shot right down my throat, but then he eased back and the second and third thick wads blasted right into my mouth. A couple smaller detonations followed and he pulled it out, leaving strings of come stretching back to my lips. I licked it away and made a show of swallowing what he’d deposited in my mouth. I don’t mind at all when a guy comes in my mouth, and I liked the opportunity to play the slut for him. I also took my drenched fingers from my pussy and licked them clean, too. Something about Carlos just made me want to be his dirty whore. I knew my husband would approve.
“Your husband must be gay,” Carlos said. He stared at me like he’d hit the jackpot.
“No, he’s not.” I reminded myself he was speaking of Diana’s husband, not Dave. “He’s just very busy with work. And besides, I think he might be cheating.” Adding that to the narrative felt like it gave Diana more reason to be out with other men.
“There’s no way he went out and found better than you, babe.”
“Thanks. I aim to please.” I smiled.
“Let m
e take care of the pleasing for a while.”
Carlos pulled me toward him and turned me so I was stretched out on my back beside him on the bed. He just laid on his side for a bit and watched me, running his hand over my smooth, pale skin—tracing my curves, driving me crazy with anticipation.
“You really do have a beautiful body, Diana. I see other girls in the gym all the time, busting their asses, but they will never be as hot as you are. They just don’t have the natural gifts you do.” He cupped one of my breasts, my breathing becoming heavy, and tweaked my nipple, drawing a whimper from my throat. His words had me glowing. Carlos really took the time to look at me, and it made me want him even more.
“I meet married women like you and I can’t believe their husbands don’t appreciate the amazing women waiting in their beds. It’s like they’re asking me to fuck their wives.”
He was half right. My husband did want him to fuck his wife, but not for the reasons Carlos suspected. I wondered how he would feel if he knew about my relationship with Dave. A man like Carlos could probably never understand. “I don’t need to hear about all the married women you bed,” I told him.
“I just want you to know that I chose you. I want you to know that even though it’s just sex, it’s still special to me in its own way. It’s an honor to make a woman like you come.”
Under any other circumstances, his words would have made me laugh, but when he was playing with my nipples like that I would eat up every word. He traced his fingertips around them, making me shiver, then he’d lightly pinch them, increasing the pressure until it was right on that delicious pleasure/pain line. Carlos was definitely experienced in pleasuring a woman. All that time bedding married women had served him well. If he could make me feel that good, I didn’t mind being another notch on his bedpost.
“You’re definitely making me feel something,” I moaned.
“Something good, I hope.” A hand glided down over my tummy, cupping my mound so two fingers could curve up and push deep inside me. I arched my back and cried out.
“Oh, yes!”
Carlos slowly fingered me and just laid to the side and watched me. It was a little weird at first, but when I touched his cock and I felt he was hard again, it became really hot. Much like the way my husband like to watch me, so did Carlos, only he wanted to be the one getting me off. I looked up at him, feeling helpless as he controlled my body with just a couple fingers.
I was so drenched that my juices soaked my thighs and the sheets beneath me. His thumb teased my clit and he brought me right to the edge of orgasm, but stopped short, leaving me moaning and gasping, making little pleading sounds, hoping he’d get the message. He also kept caressing my tits and playing with my nipples and I was out of my mind with lust.
“Carlos…please…” I moaned.
“Please what?” He was a smug bastard, which only turned me on more.
“Please…”
He leaned in, growled in my ear, “Say it, Diana. Tell me.”
“Ohhh…Carlos…”
I humped my pussy at his hand, but he knew just when to back off so I couldn’t force him to make me come. My whole body was on fire. I grabbed his thick cock and stroked it, hoping to make him want to slide it in me. I stared at his cock because the avid expression on his face was too scary and exciting. But looking at his cock only made me think about how much I wanted it.
“Does your husband do this to you, Diana?” he whispered.
“No.”
“He doesn’t make you need it like this?”
“No…he doesn’t…” I had to be honest with him.
“I bet you’re the one that does the teasing, aren’t you? You get off on it, right?”
“God yes! Please Carlos!”
“The little tease isn’t used to being teased. I know what you’re all about, Diana. And I know what you need.”
“Please…please give me what I need.” I begged him. I wasn’t proud any longer. He knew exactly what I was.
Carlos chuckled and finally delivered. His fingers in my cunt, his thumb on my clit—they combined to drive me over the edge and I was screaming in that hotel room, coming like I had never come before. He made my head spin and I swear I slipped out of my body for a second and watched it thrashing on the bed. But I could not thrash out of his control. His hands were too strong. Carlos held me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. That beautiful cock of his bounced between my legs and he ordered me to take it and put it in. I tried with my right hand.
“No, your other hand,” he demanded.
I knew what he wanted. I looked down and watched as my hand wrapped around his shaft. My wedding rings seemed to glow against his skin, a beacon of my infidelity. I used that unfaithful hand to stuff his prick into my pussy. With one deep thrust he drove it home and I was screaming again—coming again. I didn’t even care that it hurt a little, because it felt even better. He pulled my left leg up, threw it over his shoulder, and then laid into me.
I couldn’t believe how deep he was. I’d never felt anything like it. I’ve been with bigger guys and I’ve honestly never really thought it made that much of a difference—sometimes it even hurt too much—but Carlos knew what to do with it. He knew how to make me his. He stared down and his eyes pinned me to the bed with just as much power as his cock.
It felt like Carlos fucked me endlessly. I don’t know how many times I came. He leaned back and lifted my ass into the air and drove himself down into me like a pile driver, but then he leaned in, covering my body with his, and whispered how beautiful I was while he took me with long, slow strokes. I clawed for his granite arms, but he took my wrists and pinned them to the bed. Being restrained was so incredibly hot.
He sat upright on the bed and held me so we were face to face while he effortlessly bounced me on his cock. I screamed myself hoarse while he used my body. It was only when he finally asked me if I was on the pill that I realized he’d been fucking me bareback all that time.
I was horrified. That was one of our ironclad rules, as much mine as Dave’s. I was on the pill, but getting pregnant wasn’t even my primary concern. My husband would be furious when he saw that I let Carlos have me like that. I was sure of it. I was furious with myself. And yet, I did not make Carlos stop. I couldn’t.
“Please don’t come inside me,” I pleaded.
“It’s hotter when I don’t,” he growled in my ear, biting my earlobe.
Carlos tossed me back onto the bed and I bounced. He crawled over me, jerking his cock. I took over, sure to use my left hand. I watched the gleam of my rings as my hand glided over his shaft. He cried my name and thick, pearly liquid shot all over my tits. The ropey cum seemed to blast out like a hose and a strand even blasted across my face. I stroked him until I was sure he was done, until the last of his load ran down over my wedding rings, and then I leaned up and sucked him, licking his wonderful cock clean. He knelt beside me, looking down at my sweat and cum covered, worn out body.
“You’re an extraordinary woman, Diana. That was spectacular.”
I smiled up at him, still stroking his cock. I couldn’t seem to let go of it. “God, that was amazing, baby,” I said.
“Let me get us some water.”
~~~
That was only round one. By the time I left Carlos’s hotel room, it was after four in the morning and I was so sore I could hardly walk. Despite taking a shower, I know I looked like exactly what I was—a well-used whore sneaking across the hotel lobby to steal home before the sun came up. I had never been so thoroughly used—or pleased—in my life. I hate to compare lovers, but he made Zach—who has his charms—look like a rank amateur. It was a little bit scary because Carlos made me forget all about my husband watching. Carlos was all I thought about while I was his. That wasn’t really part of the plan. I didn’t make him use a condom the second time either. I’d weakly protested, but he quickly won me over. I promised myself that next time I would absolutely, positively make Carlos use one. And I knew there wo
uld be a next time. Carlos made me promise before I left.
“You’re going to see me again, aren’t you?” he said while we laid in bed at the end. I was fresh out of the shower, having scrubbed both his loads off my body, and he insisted I come back to bed for a while.
“I’ll have to see if I can sneak out again.”
“Where does your husband think you were tonight?”
“I told him I was having drinks with a girlfriend,” I lied. “He’ll think I just had too much and had to sleep it off—if he even notices.” I kept up the fable of an inattentive husband. My real husband might have been annoyed at the late hour.
“Then you can do the same thing again, Diana. This can’t be a one night stand. I have to have you again.” He kissed me.
“We’ll see.”
He kissed me again, this time long and deep. I was breathless and I promised him I would see him again.
I didn’t know how Dave would feel about that. I thought he would love the video, but I worried I’d gone too far. Watching Carlos fully possess me would either be Dave’s ultimate fantasy fulfillment or his worst nightmare. I wished I knew which it would be.
When I came home Dave was asleep on the couch. He’d tried waiting up for me, but the sun was just beginning to rise. I thought about leaving him be—God knew I needed to go to bed—but I knew he’d want me to wake him. I gently shook him and kissed his forehead.
“Dana? Jeez, what time is it?” he asked groggily.
Dave blinked and tried to stretch the stiffness out of his body. He’d fallen asleep in an awkward position. The iPad, which had been in his lap, slid to the floor. I knew that meant he’d been watching videos of me on my hot dates while he waited for me to come home from this one. He tried to hide from me how often he watched those videos, but I knew my husband couldn’t get enough of my adventures. It disturbed me a little bit—I still wasn’t entirely comfortable watching them, even if it did turn me on—but I accepted that it was just part of his fantasy.
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