I admit that I felt ashamed. But I didn't feel guilty. I was cheating on my husband, totally controlled by an overwhelming lust for this other man – Andres. Everything physical about Andres excited me, from his muscular and firm body and beautiful eyes to his enormous, long, super fat cock.
When it came to sex, I couldn't think of anyone else. I had only slept with him twice, but he owned me sexually.
I felt ashamed because I felt like I was behaving like a wild slut. I felt shame for not feeling guilty when it seemed I should be. I really loved my husband. I truly didn't want to do anything that could hurt him. But I had already risked being caught. I had kissed my husband on the mouth just after swallowing Andres' semen. Luckily, he didn't detect anything. But I was almost disappointed that he didn't.
Andres had told me that my husband was a cuck. The truth is, I didn't think so. But the idea kept crawling around in my head.
I had sex with my husband later that day, after my second encounter with Andres. I've always loved sex, but I realized it paled in comparison to what my new guy could give me.
Now I know some of you will think it's just a fulfilled prophecy – that my initial desire for Andres made me feel like the sex was better with him. It might be true. But what about that? Sex is partly psychological, and that was much better with him. And his penis was much bigger too. Size matters.
Andres called me again at work. We spent twenty minutes trying to find time to meet up again. He told me he wanted to screw me in my own bed, that it excited him to come on the bed I shared with my husband.
I told him it was too risky. And it was true that I couldn't take such a risk, but also that I understood why it excited him, and so did I. It excited me. the idea of being the most unfaithful woman possible was simply too morbid. He gave in and we agreed to meet again at his house – but added a condition – he wanted me to dress as sexy as possible – and he wanted my husband to see me leaving home dressed that way. I told him it wasn't possible. But Andrés didn't stay calm. He said if I appeared at his apartment, I had to be dressed like a slut, or he wouldn't let me in. And then he hung up.
What could I do? I tried calling him several times, but his cell phone was off. Two days before the date we agreed on, he left a message on my work phone's voicemail reminding me of his condition.
I had three options: I could not show up and thus end the relationship. I could try dressing very sexy, but not like a slut, and go see what happened. Or, I could fulfill that condition.
To be honest, I knew I would choose one of the last two. Simply couldn't stop seeing this stud.
Finally, Saturday morning arrived. I still didn't know what to do. My husband suggested we go out for breakfast. I had time because I wasn't going to meet Andrés until noon. I hadn't told my husband yet that I had something planned, but I didn't think it would be a problem.
Then an idea occurred to me.
Still in pajamas, I snuggled up to my husband and told him I was going to make the day special for him. I said I would put on very short shorts, like he liked to wear at home, and that I would wear them to breakfast. I added that I wanted to work out at lunchtime and that before dinner, I would get home to play a good long time. I was pumping his cock while saying this. I couldn't be happier.
I got dressed, adding a white polo shirt to the shorts. What my husband didn't see was that in my gym bag, I put a very small polo shirt without sleeves and high platform sandals. I had to find where I could change. And I had to convince my husband that I needed the car. But it seemed like Andres was going to be able to see me dressed like a slut. It was fun going out for breakfast with the sexy outfit I was wearing. The shorts were tight, faded, and small. A small part of my butt could be seen when I stood up. I wasn't wearing a bra and my tits were threatening to pop out of my low-cut top. Men would stare at me. My husband enjoyed the show, thinking it was for him. He would have been hurt a lot if he knew it was for another man.
Time was passing slowly. My mind was on having sex with Andres. They can think what they want about me, but I'm being honest - my mind was on having sex with Andres. And nothing could distract me from those thoughts.
Finally, I was alone in the car. I drove to a supermarket parking lot and pulled up to the back of the building. Luckily, there was no one around. I took off my polo shirt and put on my sleeveless top, which left most of my tits exposed. I looked like a real slut. The final touch was applying red lip gloss, which made me look even sexier against my pale skin. I had my high-heeled sandals ready for when I got to Andres'.
I felt like a slut. My outfit set the mood. Standing at the door of my lover waiting for him to answer my call, I discovered I was starting to feel overexcited. When Andres opened the door, he stood there looking me up and down for a few moments before taking me inside.
All he said was You're a slut, and then kissed me on the mouth. A minute later, still in the hallway, his hands on my shoulders, he started pushing me downwards. Obviously, he wanted his cock in my mouth. I just wanted his cock anywhere in me, so I was happy to comply.
On my knees in front of him, I pulled down his pants and boxers onto the floor. His rigid... enorme cock sprang out like a launched spring and remained just centimeters from my mouth. Every cell of my body was maximally excited. I wrapped my fingers around its barrel and pumped it a couple of times. A bit of pre-seminal fluid formed at the tip. I licked it. I licked his entire cock head. I even tried to insert the tip of my tongue into the hole at the tip of his scrotum. Eventually, more pre-seminal fluid formed and I licked it slowly. Then I tilted his cock upwards and licked the entire shaft until I found his balls. He was shaving down there so they were just his balls and my mouth. I licked them. I kissed them. And then I sucked them. Each ball received slow and deliberate attention. I put each one in my mouth and sucked gently, while my tongue wrapped around the sheath. He groaned and jolted several times.
After concentrating on his balls for a few minutes, I noticed that the pre-seminal fluid had been dripping and was now halfway up the shaft. I delighted in licking it slowly upwards, just to the tip of his cock. Then I put the head of his cock back in my mouth.
I sucked his cock while caressing his balls with my hand. My saliva covered his shaft. I could savor his first juices in my mouth. I introduced as much of his cock into my mouth as possible, which was only around two-thirds of its length, and then started moving my head back and forth. I milked his balls with my hands. Andres told me I was a cock-addicted slut (which was only partly true; I was a cock-addicted to his). The process repeated itself. I licked the tip again, then worked on the shaft. And then I sucked his balls. And then he picked me up and dragged me to the bedroom.
Aggressively, he ripped off my sexy outfit. We were naked in seconds. Two seconds later, I was lying on my back, waiting for him to mount me.
He pressed his mouth against my wet pussy. Actually, I didn't need any stimulation.
I was too excited. My clitoris was very sensitive. I tried to make it relax a bit, but it refused. Unintentionally, I resisted with my hips in the hope of freeing his lips from me, but when my back returned to the bed, my clitoris was still between his teeth. A supernatural orgasm crossed my body. I kept pushing with my hips, but his face remained stuck on my pussy.
The orgasm had not subsided when Andrés pushed two fingers into my hole. With the same aggression, he started screwing me with them without stopping to suck my clitoris. I came again, with a longer orgasm that left me completely exhausted.
I was unable to flex a muscle when he moved to mount me. He pushed his cock deep into my pussy. Despite being literally dripping, his thrust made me feel incredibly full and satisfied.
I thought at that moment no sexual sensation would be impossible due to the two powerful orgasms beforehand. But his cock was reaching places that his fingers and tongue couldn't.
Andrés simply screwed me with excessive power. I hugged him and begged him not to stop. A third orgasm exploded through my body as his cock remained deep in my vagina.
The third orgasm cleared my mind. Now it was my turn to take care of him. Amidst the involuntary growls caused by the force of his thrusts, I started talking to him - telling him what I wanted to hear.
I told him how incredible it felt to have his cock inside me. I told him how huge it was compared to my husband's. I told him that he was my owner, that I belonged to him. He delighted in his own lust.
He asked if I had gotten excited kissing my husband with another man's semen in my mouth. I said yes. I was telling him all these things to excite him. I wanted his lust for me to be at its peak.
But the thing is... What excited me too was saying all those things. Making my husband look bad was exciting. Having a bigger cock inside me was extreme lust. F**k another man behind my husband's back was driving me crazy! I wanted this stallion to f**k me, and compared to him, my husband was a cuck, a weakling, an idiot. Physically, sexually - my husband couldn't give me what Andrés was giving me.
Another orgasm hit me like a huge wave. It lasted for a good while. I lost all sense of reality for a few seconds, but returned when I felt the enormous cock of Andrés exploding inside me. It felt marvelous.
We kissed passionately as he continued to f**k me with less intensity. I was impressed by the amount of semen he ejaculated inside me.
Andrés told me he would f**k me hard and fast over and over again, so much that I wouldn't be able to have sex with my husband for a week. I thought he had promised my husband we'd have sex in just a few hours. But honestly, if Andrés could f**k me this well, I would accept it.
I didn't want to choose, but if I had to, I would definitely choose to be Andrés' sexual toy.
After several minutes of slow f**king, his cock was hard again and started pounding into me without mercy, until he finally came inside my pussy. It was his. He whispered in my ear that it was his slut. Then he told me I had to obey him. I said I would. Without slowing down, he told me when we got home, he'd make my husband eat my pussy. He said that's how a slut treats her cuck husband.
Just the idea of that made me ready. The idea of my husband licking my pussy full of Andrés' semen left me shivering. The fourth orgasm of the day hit me, making me tremble all over.
'Tell me you'll do it!' he ordered, f**king me frenetically. I didn't say anything.
He stopped with his cock. completely embedded in me. He looked at me, grabbed a leg and turned me over onto my back – without his cock coming out of my pussy.
With me on my back, Andrés started fucking me again with great power. Because it was a new position, I felt like my pussy was opening up like never before, trying to adjust to his large size. Each penetration made me grunt with pleasure.
Andrés grabbed my hair as he continued to fuck me. Say it, slut! Tell me you're going to make your husband's cuck clean out your pussy full of my semen!
I knew saying it and doing it were two different things. I rationalized it. And then I said it.
His cock exploded inside me. Feeling the semen floods pouring into my pussy again triggered my fifth orgasm of the day.
I quickly got dressed. In the bathroom, I managed to pass a wet cloth over my pussy and clean up the excess sperm.
As I was leaving, Andrés told me, Don't forget.
I arrived home. My husband was looking at me with desire. Given how I was dressed, it wasn't surprising.
I was aware that despite having cleaned myself, you could still feel half a liter of semen pumped into my interior. But my husband wasn't stopping.
He took me to the bedroom and we started kissing. We undressed. He tried to put his fingers in my pussy. Worried about what he might find, I pulled away. But he was persistent. A second later, he said, You're very wet.
I told myself, No way? I had decided on my way home that I would make him eat me out. It was degrading for him. And risky. But I had committed to doing it.
Impulsively, I made him lie down on the bed. I rode him astride and lowered my pussy onto his stomach and started rubbing it back and forth.
Unexpectedly, my husband put his arms around me and pulled me towards him. He wanted my pussy near his face. He wanted to eat me out.
There was no turning back. With My legs on either side of his head, I lowered my pussy to his expectant mouth. It felt like it was alive, but still it felt good. He didn't make any comments.
I felt his tongue probing me, sinking deeper inside. I moaned with pleasure.
Soon I myself was thrusting my pussy into his mouth. I excited him this way. The slight pain I felt didn't prevent me from reaching a new orgasm just a few minutes later.
My husband commented that he had never seen me so excited.
We screwed. Almost didn't notice.
When it came to sex, I couldn't think of anyone else. I had only slept with him twice, but he owned me sexually.
I felt ashamed because I felt like I was behaving like a wild slut. I felt shame for not feeling guilty when it seemed I should be. I really loved my husband. I truly didn't want to do anything that could hurt him. But I had already risked being caught. I had kissed my husband on the mouth just after swallowing Andres' semen. Luckily, he didn't detect anything. But I was almost disappointed that he didn't.
Andres had told me that my husband was a cuck. The truth is, I didn't think so. But the idea kept crawling around in my head.
I had sex with my husband later that day, after my second encounter with Andres. I've always loved sex, but I realized it paled in comparison to what my new guy could give me.
Now I know some of you will think it's just a fulfilled prophecy – that my initial desire for Andres made me feel like the sex was better with him. It might be true. But what about that? Sex is partly psychological, and that was much better with him. And his penis was much bigger too. Size matters.
Andres called me again at work. We spent twenty minutes trying to find time to meet up again. He told me he wanted to screw me in my own bed, that it excited him to come on the bed I shared with my husband.
I told him it was too risky. And it was true that I couldn't take such a risk, but also that I understood why it excited him, and so did I. It excited me. the idea of being the most unfaithful woman possible was simply too morbid. He gave in and we agreed to meet again at his house – but added a condition – he wanted me to dress as sexy as possible – and he wanted my husband to see me leaving home dressed that way. I told him it wasn't possible. But Andrés didn't stay calm. He said if I appeared at his apartment, I had to be dressed like a slut, or he wouldn't let me in. And then he hung up.
What could I do? I tried calling him several times, but his cell phone was off. Two days before the date we agreed on, he left a message on my work phone's voicemail reminding me of his condition.
I had three options: I could not show up and thus end the relationship. I could try dressing very sexy, but not like a slut, and go see what happened. Or, I could fulfill that condition.
To be honest, I knew I would choose one of the last two. Simply couldn't stop seeing this stud.
Finally, Saturday morning arrived. I still didn't know what to do. My husband suggested we go out for breakfast. I had time because I wasn't going to meet Andrés until noon. I hadn't told my husband yet that I had something planned, but I didn't think it would be a problem.
Then an idea occurred to me.
Still in pajamas, I snuggled up to my husband and told him I was going to make the day special for him. I said I would put on very short shorts, like he liked to wear at home, and that I would wear them to breakfast. I added that I wanted to work out at lunchtime and that before dinner, I would get home to play a good long time. I was pumping his cock while saying this. I couldn't be happier.
I got dressed, adding a white polo shirt to the shorts. What my husband didn't see was that in my gym bag, I put a very small polo shirt without sleeves and high platform sandals. I had to find where I could change. And I had to convince my husband that I needed the car. But it seemed like Andres was going to be able to see me dressed like a slut. It was fun going out for breakfast with the sexy outfit I was wearing. The shorts were tight, faded, and small. A small part of my butt could be seen when I stood up. I wasn't wearing a bra and my tits were threatening to pop out of my low-cut top. Men would stare at me. My husband enjoyed the show, thinking it was for him. He would have been hurt a lot if he knew it was for another man.
Time was passing slowly. My mind was on having sex with Andres. They can think what they want about me, but I'm being honest - my mind was on having sex with Andres. And nothing could distract me from those thoughts.
Finally, I was alone in the car. I drove to a supermarket parking lot and pulled up to the back of the building. Luckily, there was no one around. I took off my polo shirt and put on my sleeveless top, which left most of my tits exposed. I looked like a real slut. The final touch was applying red lip gloss, which made me look even sexier against my pale skin. I had my high-heeled sandals ready for when I got to Andres'.
I felt like a slut. My outfit set the mood. Standing at the door of my lover waiting for him to answer my call, I discovered I was starting to feel overexcited. When Andres opened the door, he stood there looking me up and down for a few moments before taking me inside.
All he said was You're a slut, and then kissed me on the mouth. A minute later, still in the hallway, his hands on my shoulders, he started pushing me downwards. Obviously, he wanted his cock in my mouth. I just wanted his cock anywhere in me, so I was happy to comply.
On my knees in front of him, I pulled down his pants and boxers onto the floor. His rigid... enorme cock sprang out like a launched spring and remained just centimeters from my mouth. Every cell of my body was maximally excited. I wrapped my fingers around its barrel and pumped it a couple of times. A bit of pre-seminal fluid formed at the tip. I licked it. I licked his entire cock head. I even tried to insert the tip of my tongue into the hole at the tip of his scrotum. Eventually, more pre-seminal fluid formed and I licked it slowly. Then I tilted his cock upwards and licked the entire shaft until I found his balls. He was shaving down there so they were just his balls and my mouth. I licked them. I kissed them. And then I sucked them. Each ball received slow and deliberate attention. I put each one in my mouth and sucked gently, while my tongue wrapped around the sheath. He groaned and jolted several times.
After concentrating on his balls for a few minutes, I noticed that the pre-seminal fluid had been dripping and was now halfway up the shaft. I delighted in licking it slowly upwards, just to the tip of his cock. Then I put the head of his cock back in my mouth.
I sucked his cock while caressing his balls with my hand. My saliva covered his shaft. I could savor his first juices in my mouth. I introduced as much of his cock into my mouth as possible, which was only around two-thirds of its length, and then started moving my head back and forth. I milked his balls with my hands. Andres told me I was a cock-addicted slut (which was only partly true; I was a cock-addicted to his). The process repeated itself. I licked the tip again, then worked on the shaft. And then I sucked his balls. And then he picked me up and dragged me to the bedroom.
Aggressively, he ripped off my sexy outfit. We were naked in seconds. Two seconds later, I was lying on my back, waiting for him to mount me.
He pressed his mouth against my wet pussy. Actually, I didn't need any stimulation.
I was too excited. My clitoris was very sensitive. I tried to make it relax a bit, but it refused. Unintentionally, I resisted with my hips in the hope of freeing his lips from me, but when my back returned to the bed, my clitoris was still between his teeth. A supernatural orgasm crossed my body. I kept pushing with my hips, but his face remained stuck on my pussy.
The orgasm had not subsided when Andrés pushed two fingers into my hole. With the same aggression, he started screwing me with them without stopping to suck my clitoris. I came again, with a longer orgasm that left me completely exhausted.
I was unable to flex a muscle when he moved to mount me. He pushed his cock deep into my pussy. Despite being literally dripping, his thrust made me feel incredibly full and satisfied.
I thought at that moment no sexual sensation would be impossible due to the two powerful orgasms beforehand. But his cock was reaching places that his fingers and tongue couldn't.
Andrés simply screwed me with excessive power. I hugged him and begged him not to stop. A third orgasm exploded through my body as his cock remained deep in my vagina.
The third orgasm cleared my mind. Now it was my turn to take care of him. Amidst the involuntary growls caused by the force of his thrusts, I started talking to him - telling him what I wanted to hear.
I told him how incredible it felt to have his cock inside me. I told him how huge it was compared to my husband's. I told him that he was my owner, that I belonged to him. He delighted in his own lust.
He asked if I had gotten excited kissing my husband with another man's semen in my mouth. I said yes. I was telling him all these things to excite him. I wanted his lust for me to be at its peak.
But the thing is... What excited me too was saying all those things. Making my husband look bad was exciting. Having a bigger cock inside me was extreme lust. F**k another man behind my husband's back was driving me crazy! I wanted this stallion to f**k me, and compared to him, my husband was a cuck, a weakling, an idiot. Physically, sexually - my husband couldn't give me what Andrés was giving me.
Another orgasm hit me like a huge wave. It lasted for a good while. I lost all sense of reality for a few seconds, but returned when I felt the enormous cock of Andrés exploding inside me. It felt marvelous.
We kissed passionately as he continued to f**k me with less intensity. I was impressed by the amount of semen he ejaculated inside me.
Andrés told me he would f**k me hard and fast over and over again, so much that I wouldn't be able to have sex with my husband for a week. I thought he had promised my husband we'd have sex in just a few hours. But honestly, if Andrés could f**k me this well, I would accept it.
I didn't want to choose, but if I had to, I would definitely choose to be Andrés' sexual toy.
After several minutes of slow f**king, his cock was hard again and started pounding into me without mercy, until he finally came inside my pussy. It was his. He whispered in my ear that it was his slut. Then he told me I had to obey him. I said I would. Without slowing down, he told me when we got home, he'd make my husband eat my pussy. He said that's how a slut treats her cuck husband.
Just the idea of that made me ready. The idea of my husband licking my pussy full of Andrés' semen left me shivering. The fourth orgasm of the day hit me, making me tremble all over.
'Tell me you'll do it!' he ordered, f**king me frenetically. I didn't say anything.
He stopped with his cock. completely embedded in me. He looked at me, grabbed a leg and turned me over onto my back – without his cock coming out of my pussy.
With me on my back, Andrés started fucking me again with great power. Because it was a new position, I felt like my pussy was opening up like never before, trying to adjust to his large size. Each penetration made me grunt with pleasure.
Andrés grabbed my hair as he continued to fuck me. Say it, slut! Tell me you're going to make your husband's cuck clean out your pussy full of my semen!
I knew saying it and doing it were two different things. I rationalized it. And then I said it.
His cock exploded inside me. Feeling the semen floods pouring into my pussy again triggered my fifth orgasm of the day.
I quickly got dressed. In the bathroom, I managed to pass a wet cloth over my pussy and clean up the excess sperm.
As I was leaving, Andrés told me, Don't forget.
I arrived home. My husband was looking at me with desire. Given how I was dressed, it wasn't surprising.
I was aware that despite having cleaned myself, you could still feel half a liter of semen pumped into my interior. But my husband wasn't stopping.
He took me to the bedroom and we started kissing. We undressed. He tried to put his fingers in my pussy. Worried about what he might find, I pulled away. But he was persistent. A second later, he said, You're very wet.
I told myself, No way? I had decided on my way home that I would make him eat me out. It was degrading for him. And risky. But I had committed to doing it.
Impulsively, I made him lie down on the bed. I rode him astride and lowered my pussy onto his stomach and started rubbing it back and forth.
Unexpectedly, my husband put his arms around me and pulled me towards him. He wanted my pussy near his face. He wanted to eat me out.
There was no turning back. With My legs on either side of his head, I lowered my pussy to his expectant mouth. It felt like it was alive, but still it felt good. He didn't make any comments.
I felt his tongue probing me, sinking deeper inside. I moaned with pleasure.
Soon I myself was thrusting my pussy into his mouth. I excited him this way. The slight pain I felt didn't prevent me from reaching a new orgasm just a few minutes later.
My husband commented that he had never seen me so excited.
We screwed. Almost didn't notice.
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