by Lexi Archer
I couldn't help myself. I reached out and ran a hand along his pecs, and then down to his abs, luxuriating in the rock hard feel of them.
My eyes ran down his abs as my fingers traced the same path. I felt hardness in his pants and a fresh wave of lust coursing through my body. I had to feel that cock in my hands. I had to see it. I had to taste it. I had to make it my own.
My hands frantically worked at the button and zipper on his pants. I looked up, wondering if I was going to get any help in taking them off, but he stood there with those thick arms crossed and a half smile on his face as he looked down at me desperately trying to get into his pants. The bastard was enjoying every moment of this.
And I realized that I was enjoying that confident, cocky smile.
I tugged once, twice, and on the third try his pants fell. He finally deigned to help me and stepped out of his jeans. He wore boxers underneath, and his cock sprang out creating a tent in as soon as his jeans fell free. Wow, that thing look like it was sticking out almost as far as the length of my forearm, though that had to be a trick of the light or something. Surely it wasn't really that big. How would I fit it in my mouth?
I nearly did some ripping of my own as I grasped the waistband of his boxers and yanked down. His cock sprang free and I sank to my knees in front of him staring in amazement. The massive purple head, its veined length, my mouth and pussy watered in time with one another as I stared at it. I glanced up at him and he was still smiling down at me with those arms crossed and his shirt still on. Something about the way he stood there like that, still partially clothed, was so damned hot.
I had to have that thing.
A small part of me felt the burn of my wedding ring on my finger as my hand reached out and wrapped around his cock. I was still a married woman. Dave was still waiting for me back at our hotel room, with no idea that his pretty little wife was on her knees in front of some muscular guy about to take a strange cock into her mouth.
I leaned forward and opened my mouth in a well practiced O shape that I knew Dave loved and that I hoped Alex would enjoy as well. I felt a little bit of insecurity even as I moved forward to take his cock into my mouth. Who knew how many women a hot guy like this had been with in his life? Would I even measure up to what he'd experienced?
I was determined to find out.
I wrapped my lips around his cock. I looked up to Alex as he smiled. God he was so hot! I figured I’d have my fun blowing this stud, but he moved his hand down to my chin, and no matter how hard I tried to lean forward and take more of his cock, he kept that hand firmly in place. I pressed with all my might and it still wasn't enough to win against the sheer power of the muscles in just one of his arms.
Alex tilted my head up and I raised my eyebrows. What was going on? What kind of guy didn't want to have his dick sucked?
"Oh I know what you're thinking," he said. I close my eyes and sighed listening to his voice. Damn, it was still having this much of an effect on me even after all we'd done? "But as much as I'd like to see those slutty married lips wrapped around my cock, I have other plans for you tonight Laura."
My eyes widened as the gravity of what he was saying hit home. Other plans. If he didn't want a blow job that could mean only one thing. I tried to take a step back, but ended up falling against the couch. In an instant his arms were wrapped around me again and he picked me up. Without thinking I wrapped my legs around his torso, but I jumped as I felt the head of his cock brush against my inner thigh.
Now that we were at the moment that nervousness was back. Fooling around with this guy was one thing, but actually fucking him was crossing a serious line.
I rested my head against his chest, part of me fearing what was surely about to happen as his cock continued to brush against my ass and come dangerously close to my pussy. Part of me was wetter with anticipation than I'd ever been before in my life as that monster threatened to find its goal.
I turned my head up and looked him in the eyes. He smiled down at me. The nervous part of my mind warred with the lust pulsing through my body. I was a good girl, but damn it I really wanted this!
He shifted my weight and carried me across the living room. I looked around, curious as to where we were going, and realized we were going down the hall. An uneasy fear wormed its way through me. Was he taking us to join Kristi and Ray? I mean it's not like it would be the first time that Kristi and I had been together in a compromising scenario like that, but that "compromising scenario" had involved a lot more booze than what I’d had tonight.
And that got me to thinking about that bet. Was she serious about that? Sure I thought about that night from time to time, maybe even fantasized about it occasionally, but I figured that was well and truly buried in the past. Only from the way Kristi brought up that bet it made me think that maybe it was closer to the surface for her than I'd imagined.
My fears were unfounded though. I heard a rattle and click, and we were walking through a door in the side of the hallway. Alex let go and I fell onto a soft queen sized bed. We were in his room.
16: Hot Wife
I stood on my knees and scrambled forward, trying to grasp his cock and opening my mouth in the hopes that maybe he would go for that blow job.
He pointed to a nightstand next to the bed. "Look in there."
I looked up at him in confusion, but complied. When I opened the drawer to the nightstand I found myself staring at a box of condoms. I turned to look at him over my shoulder, butterflies rising in my stomach right along with a heat I couldn’t deny.
"Alex, I don’t know... I'm a married."
"That didn't matter before," he said with a laugh.
"But…"
"But nothing," Alex said in a commanding tone. "You want this, and you can’t deny it."
My hands closed around the box of condoms and I was pulling one out. He was right, damn him. The throbbing in my pussy and the desperate need to feel that cock inside me told me everything I needed to know. There was nothing wrong with me. I was a complete and total slut for this stud, and the small and insignificant fact that I was married wasn't going to get in the way of that.
It was time to take Dave's fantasy to its forbidden conclusion.
Alex chuckled as I ripped a condom out of the foil wrapper and scooted forward. Only instead of trying to take his cock into my mouth, I placed the condom at the head of his dick and rolled it down. This condom was bigger than any I'd ever seen before, Dave definitely wasn't the kind to buy magnums unless it was a gag gift, but it felt like this one was barely big enough to contain Alex's rock hard dick. As I rolled the condom down I found myself wondering if I would even be able to fit him inside.
The bottom of the condom reached the base of his cock and then he reached down to my waist and tugged up. With a start I realized that my halter top was still around my waist. I lifted up my arms to give him better access, enjoying the feel of his muscular arms rubbing against my tits as he pulled up and the thin material popped over my head. He tossed them to the side and then pressed his hands against my shoulder, pushing me back on the bed. I reached down to undo the buttons on my skirt, but he stopped me.
"No, he said. Leave the skirt on,"
Alex reached up and finally pulled his shirt over his head revealing his muscled torso to me for the first time. My breath caught and my mouth opened in astonishment. He was more beautiful than I'd imagined. His chest was rock hard, and it looked like he had to spend hours in the gym every day. We're seriously talking model looks here. And those abs. The guy must be doing a couple hundred crunches every other hour to have them looking like that.
He climbed onto the bed, and then those powerful muscles were pressing against my body as he leaned down and his mouth enveloped mine. Our tongues danced as I pressed my skirt clad pussy against his condom encased cock. Just feeling that hardness rubbing against me was almost enough to give me another orgasm. He pulled away from the kiss and one of his hands ran along my cheek as he looked down in the dim l
ight streaming in through his hotel room window.
"What do you want?" he asked.
I moaned and leaned into his hand as it caressed my cheek, sucking his thumb into my mouth and treating it like a miniature cock, tasting some of myself on his hand and getting even more turned on at the thought.
"You know what I want," I said.
"I want to hear you say it," he said.
I locked eyes with him. "I want you to fuck me."
Alex's cockhead pressed against my pussy and my outer lips parted as he pushed just the tip in. Sparks went off down below and I felt lightheaded. God that thing was huge. How was I going to fit it inside me?
"Say it again."
An inch of that cock pressed inside me and I pulled back slightly. The mixture of pleasure and pain was indescribable as my college stud continued to take me. Continued to fuck my married pussy.
"I need you to fuck me like a hot little slut," I said.
Another inch.
"I thought you were a good little housewife?"
Another inch. He pulled out slightly and then pushed back in just as far and I wanted to scream. It was excruciatingly wonderful.
"I'm not a good little wife," I said. "I'm a dirty cheating slut."
He leaned down and kissed me again, his tongue pressing into my mouth. His cock continued to push in, slowly to give me time to accommodate him. I was thankful that he'd spent so much time getting me so worked up, because if I wasn't this wet I don't know how I would've been able to handle it.
He pulled away from the kiss as he continued pressing inside. That cocky smile returned to his face. "You're almost right."
"What do you mean?"
"You're my little married slut," he said.
There we go. My pussy clenched around his cock and I felt another orgasm break over my body at those words. Oh my God, who knew that this would be so fucking hot? Was it him? Was it the dirty talk? Or was it the fact that I was turning into a cheating little slut, admittedly with my husband’s permission, that had me so turned on? Or was it some combination of both?
When I came down from that small orgasm I realized that I could feel his pubic hair pressing against my pussy. I looked down at where our two bodies were joined together and was astonished to see the entire length of that massive cock buried inside me. Oh my God, I took the whole thing. And it felt fucking wonderful.
Alex sat for a moment, his arms on either side of my shoulders, looking down at me with his cock buried in my pussy. He had a look of intense concentration on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He grunted, and his words came out in a gasp. "You're so fucking tight Laura, it's taking every ounce of my concentration not to blow my load inside your sweet married pussy right now."
"Oh yeah?" I asked.
I lowered my ass slightly and thrust back up causing his cock to pull out and push in. I was rewarded with another tortured groan as he hovered over me, his hard body rippling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. It sent another rush through my body knowing that I had that sort of power over this sculpted god.
"What's the matter?" I asked with a smile and a bite of my lip.
I was rewarded by another groan. It was hard to get leverage, but I moved my ass down as far as I could and then back up again, it was only a few inches but it was enough for him to let out another tortured gasp.
"Laura, you're too fucking much," he said.
"You think this is too much?"
I wrapped my hands around his head, gathering handfuls of his hair in my fists, and yanked to the side. He yelled in pain and I couldn't help but laugh. Maybe that would help take his attention off of things just a little bit. But my plan worked. To avoid more of that pain he pulled to the side, and it was enough to throw him off balance.
His cock slipped out of me as he fell on his side on the bed. I felt a moment of profound emptiness as that monster left my body, but it wouldn't be for long. He tried to sit up, but I was well ahead of him.
I straddled his stomach, rubbing my pussy up and down those rock hard abs and reveling in the sensation. I pressed down on his chest. In reality I probably wasn't nearly strong enough to keep him down if he wanted to get up, but he obeyed. I reached behind me and grasped his cock in my hands pumping it up and down once and being rewarded with another loud groan.
"Are you close?"
"Oh fuck Laura, so close."
"So close you're trying to stop?"
"You don't understand Laura, you're seriously the hottest girl I have ever been with," he groaned.
Talk about a nice ego boost. I placed the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy and slid down. Thankfully it was a lot easier the second time around, probably helped along by the fresh wave of wetness that his words brought. And not only that he was saying it with that voice, but what he was saying. Maybe he said that to every girl he was with, but it was still so fucking hot. I hadn't had a guy talk about me like that since, well since before Dave and I started dating.
"Are you still close?"
I slid down even more, only this time it was my turn to control the pace and extend the torture.
Alex didn't respond. He threw his head back and let out an inaudible yell that might have been interspersed with a few actual human words.
"You like my tight married pussy, don't you?"
He was halfway in. Taking a note from his playbook I stopped, lifted up slightly, and pressed back down. He let out another moan.
"You want to blow your load inside some other man's wife?" Does that turn you on?"
It sure as fuck was turning me on!
"Oh fuck Laura, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…"
"Yeah fuck," I said. "This married slut is going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
I lifted up and slammed down, bottoming out his cock inside me. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in a silent yell. I felt his dick twitching, but he wasn't over the edge yet. Those powerful hands wrapped around my stomach and he lifted me up. I rotated my ass and slammed down, taking his full-length inside me.
I threw my head back and enjoyed the feeling of that cock moving in and out of me. It felt so different from anything I'd experienced before with Dave. It was so damn big, and it filled me so much. Not that sex with Dave was bad by comparison, this was just different.
And good.
Watching his eyes glued to my body as I bounced up and down on his cock sent another thrill through me. Sure I'd seen other guys looking at me, checking me out, but somehow it was different with this stud underneath me. I ran my own hands down his abs, enjoying the sensation of exploring a new ripped body after so many years of just exploring Dave.
I looked down and saw Alex's face scrunched up and his mouth open gasping for breath. His thrusts became more and more erratic as he pounded home inside my pussy. His hands clutched at my sides, keeping him buried to the hilt longer and longer with each thrust, and I knew he was near the edge.
I was experiencing the same continuous sparks that I'd felt earlier when it was his tongue assaulting my pussy, but as I saw him tensing up I realized that my own body was building towards something huge. I just hope he could last long enough to send me over that massive edge. I locked eyes with him and bit my lip. I ran a hand around my tits, tweaking my nipples and feeling them bounce under his thrusts.
"Come for me Alex," I said.
He groaned and thrust again. The bed squeaked underneath, the springs seeming like they were almost on the verge of breaking under the strain of our continuous pounding.
"Fuck me and come inside my cheating married pussy," I said.
The dirty talk was too much. I'd done it plenty of times with Dave and it never failed to set me off. Now was no different as it sent me over the edge. I threw my head back and let out a banshee scream. Goose bumps broke out across my body and I felt my legs and torso shaking as my pussy clenched around his cock. This was better and more intense than anything I had felt even taking this
evening into account. Stars danced in front of my vision in the darkness and blood pulsed through my head and body filling me with an intense heat that made it feel as though my skin was on fire. The explosions I felt earlier were like sparks next to this nuclear blast shooting straight from his cock to the rest of my body.
And apparently my own orgasm was enough to finally send Alex over the edge. He let out an animalistic yell to match my own screams and clenched his hands down on my side as he rammed home one last time, burying himself to the hilt. I felt his cock twitching inside me in massive spurts as his semen filled the reservoir of the condom. At least I hoped to God that the condom would be enough to hold back this powerful monster. The muscles on his arms were tensed. The tendons in his neck stood out as his jaw clenched in a yell. And through it all back cock filled me, made me feel complete.
Alex's grip loosened around my waist even as another nuclear blast went off inside me from the force of feeling that massive cock explode. I continued screaming as my pussy muscles clenched around his dick, and then we were back to explosions. Explosions faded to sparks, and then even the sparks were just little dots dancing in front of my vision.
It was all too much for me. I collapsed against Alex's chest, his cock still buried inside me but with the twitching finally subsiding. I pressed my cheek against his rock hard chest and listened and felt as his breathing went from rapid gasps to slower deeper pulls of air.
I'd done it. I'd had sex with another man. I could scarcely believe that I let myself get that carried away, and yet now that it'd happened I couldn't deny how fucking hot it was. How right Dave had been about how satisfying this fantasy was.
I just hoped he still felt that way when he found out what I'd done, because I'd just discovered there was a hell of a big difference between fantasy and reality.
17: A Bet Won
The second official night of our vacation. The second night that I was on the other side of a wall in a surprisingly well appointed hotel suite listening to my best friend for most of my life getting it on.
