by Lexi Archer
It felt like Dave was finally getting his wish. I was finally giving in to his fantasy even though I was still telling myself that I was doing nothing of the sort. Damn him. I sat on a couch in the big living area, perpendicular from where Alex was sitting. I was so fucking nervous all of a sudden. I felt like I was on a first date or something. It felt weird, and it was also such a turn on. I could hear muffled conversation from the room down the hall, but couldn't make out exactly what they were saying.
Alex stood and moved to sit next to me. I tried not to think about how hot he looked sitting there in that tight fitting polo and jeans that outlined every rock hard curve of his muscular body. I jumped as a thick finger gently ran along my shoulder. His touch sent goose bumps running down my body. My nipples strained against my halter top. I leaned in and rubbed my cheek against that hand without thinking, but as soon as I realized what I was doing I pushed away.
Alex raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”
“I haven’t… y’know… since I got married."
He arched a sexy eyebrow. "So that thing's real?"
"Why wouldn't it be real?"
Alex shrugged. A casual motion that drew attention to his shoulders. To his muscles. I licked my lips. "Chicks wear engagement rings if they don't want guys to bother them. Though you're the first actually married chick I've found who was actually into... y'know."
I looked down. "My husband's back at our hotel right now waiting for me."
"Oh? What would he think if he knew his pretty little wife was in another man's hotel room like this?"
I had a choice to make. I could lose myself like my body was screaming for me to do. I could give over to what I wanted to do. Or I could tell him my husband would be very upset if he knew what I was doing and that I wasn't interested.
Only that would be a double lie. And besides, my brain wasn't really calling the shots anymore. It was just like last night. I was even closer to the edge of inevitability now than I'd been last night. The big difference is that Dave wasn't here. His presence wasn't a reminder to pull me back from that ledge.
So I jumped.
"He'd actually probably love it," I whispered.
"Really?"
"He gets turned on by the thought of me with another guy, but I've never actually done it. Not until..."
My meaning was clear. That chiseled face with the barest hint of well-kept beard regarded me with a hungry, lustful stare that sent a fresh wave of wetness into my bikini bottoms. Something about that look told me that telling Alex he’d be the first guy I’d been with since I was married just ratcheted up his desire a few notches. I squeezed my legs together and shuddered.
"I’m just a little nervous,” I said.
"You don’t need to be nervous," he said.
"I can’t help it."
He laughed that deep rolling laugh and then his smiling face was right next to mine. I felt the strength of his powerful and muscular body as he shifted next to me and moved to wrap an arm around my shoulder. I felt tiny under that muscled arm. I felt secure under that muscled arm.
I felt more turned on under that muscled arm than I'd been in years.
His lips brushed against my ear and I let out an involuntary shudder and sighed.
"Don’t be nervous," he said. “Just go with it and have fun. It’s what hubby would want.”
Fingers traced a line around my shoulder and then moved behind my neck. I felt a tug on my halter top and the straps to my shirt were falling. My tits were exposed to a man other than my husband for the first time since Dave and I started dating back in college, my nipples straining and pressing out. Begging for attention. Begging for his touch, the touch of another man, which he was more than happy to provide.
I couldn't help myself. I let out a contented sigh as his hand closed around my tit and traced circles around my nipple.
What was I doing? This was crazy! How did I end up sitting here topless in some strangers hotel room with his hands on my tits? I was married, for God's sake! And yet he’d probably be so fucking turned on if he knew what was happening. Alex flicked his tongue out and ran it along my ear lobe, the wet sensation and the heightened sound going straight to the core of my being. I sighed.
"Alex, this is so wrong but it feels so damn good."
I let out a surprised and delighted squeal as his other hand circled around my waist and then those powerful arms were pulling me up and swinging me around. I wrapped my legs around him, his rock hard cock pressing up through his jeans against my bikini clad pussy under the jean skirt I wore, his powerful chest pressing against the tips of my nipples through the tank top.
"I think we should do something that’ll drive your husband wild," he said.
I felt a surge of excitement course through my body as he said that. The feeling was so naughty and unexpected that I stopped the slow but insistent grinding I was doing against that delicious cock. And his dirty talk was such a fucking turn on. I couldn't believe I was doing this but I also couldn't deny how fucking hot it was!
"Say that again."
"What?"
"What did you say about my husband?"
Alex raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes as he stared at my face for a moment. He pressed his cock against my pussy in a slow grind that was rubbing against my clit and setting off small fireworks with every thrust, and we weren't even touching yet. God that felt so good. As he looked into my face and realized that I was sitting there slack-jawed reveling in the feel of his body he grinned.
"I’m going to take full advantage of hubby wanting his hot piece of ass to get fucked by someone else," Alex said.
I threw back my head and arched my tits, pressing them forward so that they were against his face and reveling in the feel of his lips against my tits. His tongue flicked out and left a wet trail against one of my nipples as I let out a moan.
His hands circled around to my ass underneath my jean skirt. He pulled my ass against him, pressing that cock against me even harder.
"I'm going to make your husband regret the day he ever decided to let a hot little piece like you go to a bar without him," Alex said.
God his dirty talk was turning me on more than I ever would have imagined, though something told me Dave wasn’t going to regret a bit of this when I told him about it later. Hell, after how reluctant I'd been for so long something told me Dave wasn't even going to believe me when I told him about it later. And I realized that it was turning me on thinking about telling him about this later. Of course I wasn’t going to mention that to Alex. He seemed to get off on humiliating my husband a little, and I figured it didn’t hurt anything to let him have his fun. Besides, his dirty talk was so hot. It felt so wrong. Almost as wrong as me grinding my pussy against the cock of some college hottie I'd just met.
"Oh God yes," I sighed. "I need to be your bad little slut."
Just saying those words sent another thrill running through my body and set off fireworks in my pussy that ran up through my stomach to the tips of my tits and all the way up to the top of my head. What had come over me?
How had I waited this long to give in to this particular dirty fantasy?
One of those powerful and thick hands continued moving around my ass until his finger was exploring my bikini covered pussy. I pressed down and luxuriated in the sensation of his thick cock pressing up and his finger exploring the folds of my pussy through my bikini bottoms.
God, his finger was almost as thick as Dave's cock. I’m not one of those girls who thinks that size is everything, but damn did it feel good. Something that I'd never felt before with my husband!
I leaned down as his finger continued its exploration around the outer edges of my pussy through my soaked bikini bottoms. I kissed along his neck and then moved up to nibble on his ear. If he was getting off on me being married then I’d give him what he wanted. It’d be more fun to tell Dave all about it later if I slutted it up a little anyways.
"No Alex, you shouldn't do that. You shoul
dn't have your fingers on my tight married pussy like that."
That seemed only to encourage him, and his finger brushed aside my bottoms and a moment later even more fireworks went off inside my head as I felt the tip of his finger pressing against me, exploring the edges of my pussy and feeling better than my husband's cock. That thought sent a surge of guilt running through me, but at the same time his sent a surge of excitement that was equally as powerful as the guilt.
"Oh yeah Laura? What would he think if he knew some strange guy had his fingers inside his wife's tight little pussy?"
"Oh God," my response mixed together with a moan. "He would fucking hit you. He would try to beat the shit out of you."
Not really. He’d probably pull out his cock and start jerking it. He was probably doing that right now imagining me doing something exactly like this with no idea that it was finally actually happening. That was going to be one hell of a surprise. Whatever. I was going to some weird places mentally trying to accommodate two fantasies at the same time.
"Then I'd have to beat the shit out of him and take his wife all for myself."
"Oh fucking God," I screamed at his words, the deep baritone of his voice washing over me and his words causing my body to shudder and my pussy to contract around his finger as my body was wracked with the orgasm I'd been danced around the edge of for the entire evening since I first laid eyes on this beautiful, gorgeous man.
Tiny explosions of pleasure went off through my body. Even as it happened, I couldn't help but feel some small measure of disappointment. On the rare occasion that I got off first, if I got off at all, with Dave that usually meant that we were about to have another quick session of fucking and then he would roll over and be done. I didn't want the fun to be over with Alex, but why should he be any different?
Whatever. If this was all I was getting then I was going to enjoy every moment of it. The feel of that massive finger pressing inside of me, like a miniature cock except for the small fact that it felt bigger than my own husband's. The slight smell of beer on his breath, the feel of his strong jaw against my cheek as I moaned into his mouth while we kissed, his powerful muscles rippling in his arms under that shirt he still hadn't taken off even as my naked tits pressed against him while he continued to his glorious assault on my pussy. This was all so very wrong, and that made it all the more exciting as I rode the crest of my pleasure on this college boy’s fingers.
But all good things do come to an end, as they say. Those explosions turned to sparks, then even the sparks subsided until I was left with a pleasant glow radiating out from my pussy to the rest of my body as the orgasm subsided. I had to hold myself against Alex and concentrate on taking in deep, ragged breaths as I tried to regain some of my composure.
I looked down at him and he smiled.
"Was that good for you?" he asked.
"You have no idea," I said. "That was the most intense orgasm I've had in a long time."
And it really was. Damn. If I'd known how much this was going to turn me on then I might've given in awhile ago. Of course I was still worried about the potential relationship destroying aspects of this fantasy, but while I was in the moment I couldn't deny how fucking hot it was. How fucking turned on I was!
"In a long time, huh?" His fingers continued their dance along the sensitive lips of my pussy, sending fresh little jolts of pleasure jumping through my body, although none of them reached the same level as the orgasm I just experienced. "Well it's a good thing the night is still young. Because I plan on topping that one."
"What?"
Alex wrapped his powerful arms around my waist and lifted me through the air like a rag doll. I was putty in his hands, my head leaning over his shoulder as I kissed along his neck. He stood and then cupped my ass, bringing me down until I was sitting on the couch. I looked down at him, curious as to what he was up to.
I got my answer right away. He lifted up my jean skirt and then his head was buried in between my legs. I felt a fresh spark as his lips made contact with my bikini clad pussy. Another man's tongue was pressing against my pussy and it felt incredible.
"Oh my God," I gasped.
I thrust my hips up to meet his lips as they pressed against my lips. That felt so fucking wonderful! This was something I could never get Dave to do even though he was always more than happy to get a blow job. I whimpered and almost burst into tears at the overwhelming emotion of feeling this wonderful man's lips on my pussy, knowing that this stranger was willing to go to a place for me that my husband refused. And of course not a small amount of that feeling was from the sheer overwhelming sensation of feeling his head buried in between my legs.
I spread my legs to give him easier access as his tongue flicked out and ran along the length of my slit. He pulled back on my bikini bottoms with his teeth, and I could feel him sucking on them, drinking up the juices that I had been that he'd helped create through the night.
Alex lifted his mouth away and I cried out, running my hands through his hair and trying desperately to pull him back down. I needed to feel him against my pussy. I had a burning desire welling up from the depths of my very soul that I couldn’t believe. That I never would’ve believed before I just gave in to this fantasy. I wanted to clamp my legs around him, and shove his head down there. For the first time I was starting to understand why Dave did that irritating thing where he pressed on the top of my head while we were in the middle of making out. The need was so powerful.
"Can't rip your shirt, that would be too obvious. And this skirt is probably too strong to do that sort of thing. But this will do just nicely," he said.
I wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but God that voice. If it felt wonderful on my ears then that was nothing compared to the feeling of that rich baritone vibrating against my pussy as he sat there between my legs. This man didn't have to bother with his tongue. His deep voice could set off vibrations that would get me off if he sat between my legs and recited the Gettysburg address.
All that talk about ripping my shirt made more sense a moment later when his hands moved up, grabbed my bikini bottoms, and yanked. I heard a tear and felt the material of my swimsuit being ripped aside. Exposing my pussy to that wonderful mouth.
I didn't even care. It was a cheap suit I bought at some department store anyways, and I could take it back to give to Dave, give him a little souvenir of the night his wife finally gave into temptation and gave him what he wanted.
Never mind that I was getting something I suddenly very much wanted too.
Besides, the repayment was quickly followed as his mouth descended on my pussy again and his glorious tongue pressing up inside me in a way that made me grip the couch in an attempt to hold onto sanity, to hold onto consciousness, to hold on for dear life. As though it was the only thing keeping me grounded in reality at that moment as new intense waves of pleasure coursed through my body, waves of pleasure that made my earlier orgasm seem like a firecracker in comparison.
And he was just getting started.
Now I'll admit my only basis of comparison was Dave, and he hadn't done this since we were in college. The only other time I experienced this was a fumbling and clumsy encounter with a boyfriend back in high school, and obviously that wasn't very great. But I can tell you the feeling of his mouth and tongue on my pussy was providing more intense pleasure than I'd ever felt before in my life, even with a cock inside me.
Alex's tongue teased around my outer pussy lips before diving in. Every few moments he paused to wrap his lips around my clit and swirl his tongue around it in a way that made me nearly lose consciousness.
Usually when I was on the edge of an orgasm it was exactly that, the edge, and I could go over at any moment. But with the way he was playing my body like my pussy was an instrument and he was a world-class master, there was no edge. There was just the intensity of his mouth on my body, the heat that radiated through me, the constant assault of delicious orgasmic bliss.
Only instead of fading away l
ike it so often did when I was with Dave, or like earlier when he had those glorious fingers inside me, the intensity kept rising until I thought I couldn't take it even as I screamed to the heavens above and welcomed more into my body.
I briefly wondered if my husband had any idea what monster he’d created with his fantasy and then I was over the edge screaming and didn’t have room for thinking about hubby. Only Alex. His skilled mouth filled my world.
"Oh my God! Oh God! Oh Jesus Fuck!"
Oh my God. Was this what a multiple orgasm felt like? I'd never felt anything like it before in my life, but that was the only explanation I could think of.
And then all rational thought left my mind as I tossed my head back. My hair flopped against the couch in this surprisingly swanky hotel room as this strange, muscular guy in between my legs gave me the most intense sexual experience of my life. His tongue and mouth were a live wire connected directly to the pleasure centers of my brain. Blood pumped through my ears, my pussy pulsed in time with his tongue, and I heard an otherworldly noise from a distance that I was surprised to realize was my own voice screaming his name over and over as I ran my hands through his hair.
I never wanted this to end, this glorious feeling, but as wonderful as it felt there were other things I needed to try. I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his curly dark hair and reluctantly pulled his head away. Disappointment warred with relief as his tongue lost contact with my pussy. Disappointment because that was easily the most intense sexual experience of my life. Relief because that was easily the most intense sexual experience of my life, and if he didn't stop I was going to lose consciousness.
And I wanted very much to be conscious for every moment of this.
"God that was wonderful Alex, but I'm going to lose it if you keep going."
He obliged, pulling back and standing. I took a moment to enjoy the view as I basked in the intense afterglow of my orgasm. An afterglow that was almost as intense as every other orgasm I'd had in my life thanks to how wonderful and skilled he was. I drank in the sight of his chiseled body. Those muscles rippling under his shirt.
