“If you keep that up, I’m gonna lose it,” he murmured as he lowered her into his lap.
There was a piece of a smile on his lips, but mostly there was lust in his eyes. Candace was mesmerized by the desire she saw staring at her. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he held his cock steady. Inch by inch, he filled her ravenous pussy. Her eyes fluttered as his girth stretched her once more. Candace moaned. She tilted her head back revealing her sleek throat, and Declan kissed her there. His cock filled her up. Her pussy rested against the widened base of his thick tool, and Candace started to ride him. Her hips seemed to take on a life of their own as she rocked against his thick cock. She heard him groan, felt his mouth against her chest, and then his teeth over the buds of her hard nipples.
She traced the muscles of his shoulder with her fingertips. Her legs, held her in place as she learned the rhythms he liked. Slowly and sensually she ground her hips into his. Declan held her body close. His head rested against her shoulder as Candace moved in circular motions over him. She could feel the tension; the build-up of her pussy having waited two days to have him. She wanted more, but time wouldn’t allow for much. Candace knew she was taking a risk to be with Declan even this long, but she was greedy. She was delirious with needing another one of his magical releases.
Candace started to bounce up and down on Declan’s cock. He placed his hands on her hips, and began to guide her in fluid motions that rocked them both. She moaned, and he grunted. She whispered his name, and he murmured hers. Their bodies were locked together with such force that the perfect suction was created with each lift and downward thrust. Candace dug her nails into his shoulders as her need grew too great to control.
She gave into the driving force of her body and the desire it screamed at her. Their bodies clapped together as she rode him hard. Their thighs rubbed as she lifted then pounded back down over his cock. The echoes of their jiggered breaths clouded the room. Candace, felt herself growing weightless. She didn’t have the strength to hold back the raging climax that was building within her. The tighter she clenched around Declan’s cock, the more muffled his voice. They were at an impasse, but neither of them was ready for it to end.
Finally, their need was too great. Candace was the first to come. Her calculated riding grew more wild and unpredictable as her hips banged into Declan’s lap. His cock never missed its mark. She rode him until the waves of her orgasm made it impossible for her to control even the slightest of her movements. Then, it was his hands guiding her again. The slapping of their bodies resulted into an explosive end as Declan poured his hot and sticky seed into Candace’s pussy. She forgot where they were, and lost herself in the sounds of his grunts as every drop squeezed from his body.
A door down the hallway opened then closed again. Declan and Candace froze, not sure of what they were hearing. Then footsteps. In a scramble, Candace lifted herself from Declan’s lap. They searched for something, anything he could put on, and finally found a pair of shorts her son had left behind in a drawer. Declan pulled them on as Candace opened the window. A knock on the door to the bedroom they were in sent her into a panic.
“Candy? Are you in there?”
“Yeah, Claude, just give me a minute.”
Candace scrambled, trying to figure out what she could do to cover her tracks. Declan, kissed her briefly before she pushed the stud out of the window and watched him creep as fast as he could toward the wall connecting their homes. Candace's eyes fell on the entertainment center, there was porn in here somewhere. She wasn’t sure where or what kind it was, but she had to give herself plausible deniability.
“What are you doing? Why is the door locked?” Claude's voice dropped.
She could almost see his mind reeling with ideas. He would never know how close he was. Candace pulled on a shirt and opened the door. She hoped her breath wasn’t too crazy - or her hair. Her body was still tingling from her orgasm, and she was wearing a goofy smile she couldn't take off of her face.
“What are you doing in here?” Claude asked as he eyed her suspiciously.
He looked at the tussled bed, the open window, and the tv screen playing silently behind her. The scene of a sexy redhead, face down being pounded by a muscular dark haired man, played on.
“I was taking some personal time,” Candace admitted. It was true, just not all true.
“I can see that,” said Claude with a grin, “It doesn’t look like you were here alone.”
“I just got a little overzealous,” said Candace as she walked toward the bathroom. She could feel the sliding of Declan’s cum down her inner thigh. As much as she hated to, she had to shower and get his scent off of her immediately.
Behind her, Claude checked the closet. Candace turned on the shower and stepped beneath the spray before the water even got warm. Claude followed her in. His eyes studied the firmness of her skin until he was satisfied there were no marks. Candace was happy that her body didn’t betray her.
“You want some company in there?” Claude asked.
Candace's head snapped in his direction. He hadn’t joined her in a shower in years, but there was something extra in his eyes now. It was a look she'd been anxious to see. She thought of how only minutes earlier, she’d had the neighbor in her pussy, and now her husband was looking for a shot. She watched as his eyes took in her breast and hips. She thought of the last time they’d spontaneously been together. Maybe her little fling was having more of an effect than she’d believed it would. It caused her husband to look at her like he used to.
Candace nodded her head yes. As Claude undressed, she showered washing Declan’s scent from her skin. She’d never been with two men on the same day, and now she would have her cake and eat it too. This summer was changing everything.
THE END
Feeling Dirty
CHAPTER 1
The sound of organ music filled Antigua’s St. John’s Cathedral, and all the excited members in attendance turned their necks to view the bride as she made her entrance. She looked magnificent as she took her first step toward her betrothed. Even under the flounces on her flamboyant white wedding dress, Angela's figure captivated the room. Her chocolate-colored skin shone in beautiful contrast, causing her-soon-to-be husband to swallow in response to his eagerness.
Now at age twenty-nine, Angela felt positively overjoyed. Her day had come. She glanced at her father, who’s arm she held. He beamed with pride. Angela looked toward the front of the church at the man she was about to marry, the man she had grown to love. It was hard to believe that four-and-a-half years ago they’d been total strangers. Now they were to be man and wife. The celestial music playing in the background almost moved Angela to tears. Still, she pressed forward happily until she was face to face with Andrew, her sweetheart.
The priest cleared his throat, “Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and commemorate the union of Andrew and Angela in holy matrimony. They have spent time in each other's company, cherishing each other's existence, and solidifying their love for each other. It was this journey of love and discovery that has led them to the decision to affirm themselves and become man and wife.”
As the priest continued speaking, Andrew and Angela stared into each other's eyes. They felt victorious. Everyone had come here to acknowledge this new chapter in their lives.
Andrew began repeating his wedding vows. Angela listened to his sincere and eloquent speech. Each word filled her with emotion, making her anxious for the night to begin. His voice was so sexy! She listened to his promises; to the words “loyalty” and “always” and “satisfy”. When Andrew finished speaking, there was not a single person in attendance who doubted his commitment to her. After all, Andrew was a devout Christian. He took principles of integrity to heart.
After Andrew, Angela read her vows, occasionally glancing up at him. He was smiling like a man who had just secured the most precious treasure in all the world. This made Angela happy. She glanced at the zipper on his pants;
the suspense killing her. It occurred to her to read faster, and she almost giggled. But she passed on the idea, realizing that she had only one chance at perfecting the wedding, and an uncountable number of chances to explore her desires once she was married.
The moment everyone was waiting for finally arrived. The priest turned the couple to face each other and adopted the most jovial of smiles:
“You may now kiss the bride.”
They wasted no time. As their lips met, the cathedral erupted with applause. The two were now Mr. and Mrs. McClain. As they made their way down the aisle, the guests showered them with flower petals. The Cathedral doors burst open, and the couple went out into the light, where a car was waiting for them. The guests followed them out of the cathedral. It was a glorious day of love and celebration.
As they boarded their vehicle. Angela looked at Andrew who was staring at her lovingly.
“We did it,” he said. “We're finally married. You're officially my wife. I want to hear you say it.”
Angela blushed, “I-I'm your wife. Oh God, why am I so nervous now?”
Andrew chuckled, “You're not nervous. You're excited, and so am I.” He kissed her lips and then her forehead, and signaled the driver to take off.
And so, the car began driving away, with a lively group waving at them as they went, the “just married” sign proudly displayed in the car’s rear window.
THEY ARRIVED AT THEIR destination in no time at all. Having lived there most of their lives, they knew Antigua was small and beautiful. They had chosen to forgo traveling abroad for their honeymoon. Instead, they made reservations at the St. James Club Resort, a place Angela admitted she had always wanted to go to. Andrew had no objection. He only wished to see his new wife happy.
Later, after a reception with their nearest and dearest; a time of love and well-wishing, they hastily made their way to their room. Holding hands, they felt like naughty children sneaking away. Andrew lifted Angela into his arms and carried her through the doorway of their suite. Rushing inside, he quickly bolted the door.
“Well,” Angela sighed, “You have me all to yourself. I wonder what you're going to do with me.” She smiled mischievously.
“Oh you are in for a treat.”
Andrew picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed. They stared lovingly into each other's eyes, until they could wait no longer. Taking her face in his hands, Andrew softly kissed her face, her neck, her lips, slowly circling his tongue around hers. Her response was fiery. Their tongues danced together raucously. She unbuttoned his shirt, gripping his black skin with her fingers. He sure-handedly undid the tiny clasps on her dress, freeing her large, round breasts. They kissed slowly and languidly, loving the feel of each other’s hot skin pressed together. Then, quickly they shed the rest of their fancy clothes, throwing them into a pile on the floor. In no time at all, they were naked. Staring at Andrew's large dark colored manhood made Angela wet her lips; swallowing hard. She began stroking his penis as he sucked on her nipple. Hands and lips began to feverishly caress and prod as they explored each other’s bodies.
“My god, you’re soft,” Andrew murmured, stroking and sucking her nipples. He could feel her hands trying to encompass his erection. She ran her long fingers up and down his shaft, and he grew even larger. He began kissing her as he slid his fingers into her. Her breathing broke; he worked his fingers deep inside her. He watched her body writhe in arousal, making him smile. Then he lowered himself to nestle his head in the coarse black hair of her pussy. His tongue lightly licked her soft petals, sending jolts throughout her body. Slowly he licked up and down her slit, slurping slightly as she became more and more wet. His tongue began to make concentric circles around her clit, causing her to tremble in ecstasy. When he was sure that she was moist and ready for him...
“Now,” he said. Her eyes flashed with relief.
He slowly rested his lengthy shaft in her slit. She raised her hips to meet him, begging him to enter her. She pulled his hips toward her and he thrust himself inside until as much of him was inside her as could be. She gasped. His thickness was driving her wild. The friction created a wave of pleasure that traversed her pussy, down through her spine, and she arched her back, moaning. Andrew penetrated deep. He loved the hold her vagina had on him. He loved how she was getting wetter by the minute. He loved how her voice rose when he hit her womb. She was all his. That beautiful dark skin... those two bountiful bouncing breasts... this tightness... All of it was his. He felt like the luckiest man alive.
Angela rolled over and mounted Andrew. She began to ride him hard and fast. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, panting breathlessly. This was a holy fuck, blessed by their compatibility and devotion. Andrew gripped her wonderful thighs, looking up at the angel who glorified his dick. He stared at her sweaty naked form, as if to capture it in his memory. He had waited so long to savor her body. As she rode him her body twisted in little circles, increasing the sensation. Her head was thrown back, and her body arched, exposing its beauty. He reached up and squeezed her breasts, lifting his hips to drill her harder.
She moaned loudly, “Oh, baby ...” Her moans retreated into a series of rhythmic, shallow breaths. Then, her body trembled uncontrollably for a few minutes as she rotated her hips and relished the delights of her orgasm. She climaxed over and over again so that the whites of her eyes rolled into view.
For Andrew it was such a satisfactory moment when he unloaded his sticky love juices inside of her, after having blasted her senses to the orgasmic beyond. To think, they would have six more days as rewarding as this, and a lifetime of it thereafter.
Chapter 2
Nine months had passed since their wedding. Angela and Andrew had long since moved into their new home. They lived in a cozy two story house, which had not been too difficult to secure, seeing as Andrew was an architect. This being the case, the house was well furnished to complement the traditional-looking building, which had decorative square windows and stylish wooden beams at the front, alongside a sun shade.
Bougainvilleas grew up the side of the house in huge bundles. Deep red, pink and coral. The sun poured down, and a variety of birds twittered filling the warmth with song. It was, as usual, a beautiful day. Angela was around the back, fetching some sheets she had left to air in the sun when she heard someone calling her name. She looked around to see her neighbor, Denise.
“Oh Angela, it's so nice to see you out and about.”
Angela forced a smile, “Yes, just getting a few things done around the house.”
“Well, that's good. I was wondering when Andrew was going to let the rest of us get to see you. But I understand. With you two being newly married, he must have been keeping you occupied.” Denise winked and gave a girlish giggle.
Angela tried to laugh at the insinuation. If only it were true...
“Um, Denise, when you and Dave got married,” she lowered her voice a little, “did... you two have more sex or less?”
Denise looked at Angela incredulously, “Less sex? Angela, 'tall. By the first year I felt like a pony with the constant riding.”
Angela bit her lip as Denise enthusiastically relayed some of the details of her sex-life with her husband. They sounded so unencumbered and wholesome and unabashed. Not at all like the tameness; the boring routine sex she was getting used to with Andrew. And even that was rare! It was as if, once married, he had relegated sex to a marital duty; an infrequent one at that! Angela quickly snapped out of her daydream when she realized her friend was trying to regain her attention.
“Hmm?”
“I was just saying it was very exciting, but we were younger then. To be honest, Dave is energetic no wah. Every now and then he'll bust out his tools and try to rekindle the old days. He gives me little to complain about in that department. But hear me running off ma mouth, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Judging by how little I see you, Andrew must be peppering you up.” Denise let out another hearty laugh.
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sp; “Um, yeah... for sure.” replied Angela, her lack of exuberance surely showing.
Angela didn't have the heart or the energy to correct Denise's assumptions. Denise and Dave had been together for fifteen years and had their first child out of wedlock. They had been very liberal when it came to sex; it was one of the reasons Angela like them so. But how could Angela confess the truth? How could she tell her dear friend and neighbor, Denise, that all was not what it seemed in her own marriage?
Andrew was a great provider. He was honest and considerate. His charity and principles were first rate. It was he that had; insisted they wait for marriage to have sex. Now Angela wished her husband wasn't so... saintly. Andrew wasn't enthusiastic to explore his sexual opportunity the way a good husband ought to. His tastes were simple and unadventurous. Every time it was missionary. And even those times were few and far between. This drove Angela almost insane. How could a man with such well-crafted proportions and endowment not feel compelled to indulge?
Angela loved her husband, but sometimes she wished he would just put down his bible, bend her over, and insert some firewood into her furnace. She didn't sign up as his wife to be deprived of marital bliss. Sometimes she wondered if he still found her attractive. Or if there was something wrong. But then she remembered their wedding night and how he had completely devoted himself to satisfying her. She sighed wondering if she'd have to wait until their anniversary to get that level of devotion again.
Chapter 3
It was a Saturday. Angela walked through the streets of St. John’s attending to errands. She had worn her stretchy skinny jeans that hugged her buttocks and emphasized its shapeliness. Her tight blouse revealed her ample bosom. Feeling a little self-conscious about the way she was dressed, she reminded herself that a woman likes to feel sexy from time to time, spouse or no spouse.
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