How it started… part 5 [MF] [cheating]

The next month goes by in a blur of phone calls and dirty text and picture messages. B and I discuss everything from fantasies to fetish’s and general day to day grind. A few times throughout this period I’d been even more distressed in my home life than usual. Each time I’d thought I wanted to leave, B would calm me down and talk me out of it telling me to wait a little longer, that maybe it would get better.

One day B called me practically bursting with excitement. He knew of a surprise that he swore was good but he couldn’t tell me about. I am not a fan of surprises if I know that something is coming. Im an over thinker and instead of being excited and relaxed I instantly kick into anxiety mode, stressing about what it could be and how unprepared I am.
After two days of me being a total nutcase B finally caves and says he’ll tell me what it is but I have to swear to act surprised when it’s finally revealed to me by my husband.

Turns out my (well meaning but daft) husband has decided to send me over to B’s place in a weeks time for my birthday weekend as there was an event on nearby that I really wanted to go to. He himself couldn’t get the time off of work so he’d arranged with B to pick me up from the airport and essentially be my tour guide for 4 days. (I told you this story was awkward and messy).

The next week flew by in a haze of choosing lingerie and outfits to take. Only two days before I’m meant to leave my husband finally decides to tell me about the trip. It’s terrible, he decided to film it so he can show B and other friends how excited I am. Luckily my acting skills aren’t too bad and he never realised I already knew the secret.

Finally the day of my flight arrives. I’m a nervous wreck knowing I have only a short 2 hr flight keeping me from having an entire day with B. His wife will be at work and we will have the house to ourselves for 8 whole hours.

I dress in a pretty blue sundress. Underneath I wear a sheer black bra and sheer black knickers that tie into little bows on the sides. By the time I board my flight my nipples are on high beam and I am shaking with excitement and anticipation. My knickers are going to be ruined by the time the plan lands. A couple of mimosas (for the nerves) later we finally touch down.

As promised B is waiting for me in baggage claim, we have a quick hug and he sneakily grabs my ass for just a brief second but we have to be cautious. You never know who you’ll run into at an airport.
We collected my stuff and he leads me to the car park. By a stroke of luck we get an elevator to ourselves, unfortunately for us it’s clear glass so we still can’t really touch but the minute the door closes his words are sizzling through me.

‘You look good enough to eat, I love the dress’

‘You’ll love what’s under it more’ I reply cheekily.

‘I’m sure I will’ he answers as the doors open and he leads the way to his car carrying my vastly overstuffed suitcase. He’s strategically parked in the most sheltered part of the car park and after throwing my bag into the back, taking a quick glance around his hands are finally on me. He wastes no time, kissing me hard and desperately, his hands cupping my tits, thumbs rubbing my nipples into even harder peaks through my thin dress.

His mouth moves across my jaw, as he takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs lightly on it, his hands slipping under my skirt to stroke my pussy through my panties.

‘Baby….’ he practically growls ‘someone’s certainly missed me.

His greedy fingers sneak quickly into the crotch of my panties, dragging two fingers through my wetness before lifting them to his mouth and enthusiastically sucking my juices from his fingers. He kisses me hard again before opening his car door and ushering me inside, neither of us wanting to wait any longer to properly get our hands on each other.

We make our way through the dense airport traffic and finally hit the freeway, as the traffic spaces out his hand lands on my thigh rubbing up and down my leg with a deliciously firm pressure, starting above my knee and gradually working his way towards paradise. I return the torment by rubbing his hard cock through his jeans, my teeth sunk into my lip, my eyes fixed in his face. He can barely keep his eyes off me long enough to pay attention to the road.

10 minutes into our drive his hand finally makes its torturously slow way to my panties. He snaps the side of them with his finger.

‘these off, now’

I’m a tiny bit disappointed we haven’t even made it back to his place with them on, I’d spent most of the plane ride envisioning him untying the side bows with his teeth, but not one to disobey (usually) I quickly wiggle them down my legs and take them off, placing them in his outstretched hand. He shoves them into his pocket before he tells me what is next.

‘Lift your skirt, all the way up. I want to see that gorgeous pussy’

I hike my skirt up around my waist, scooting down further in the seat and spreading my legs as wide as I can. He looks over at me with approval.

‘Play with yourself, I want you to cum at least once before we get home.’

I waste no time and quickly put my fingers to work, rubbing my clit in steady circles 5 or 6 times before quickly dipping two fingers down and into my pussy. I repeat the same pattern over and over until I’m practically panting. The car is quiet except for my breathing and the wet sounds my fingers are making. B watches me as much as he can without having a car accident.

As I get closer to cumming my panting turns into moans.

‘S, do you realise that every time a truck or van overtakes us they can see clear down into the car?’

I roll my head to the side to look at him, eyes wide but a naughty grin on my face ‘I don’t even fucking care’

‘Letting everyone see you rub your pussy aren’t you… you love it, such a dirty slut.’ I cum just as those wicked words flow out of his mouth. It’s dirty and depraved and he’s right, I do, I really love it.

I take my fingers and put them in my own mouth to lick them clean as he watches me.

I should feel satisfied but I still desperately want more, I keep my skirt pulled up for the rest of the drive to his house but this time I look out the passenger window as the vehicles go by.

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By the time we get through his front door I’ve already pulled his shirt off over his head and he’s sliding the zipper down on the back of my dress, our mouths hotly clashing together. He kicks his shoes off as I kick my sandals off and step out of the puddle my dress has become on the floor. He quickly undoes my bra and we discard that too. I reach for his belt but he stops me, instead pulling me towards the couch. He flops down onto it tugging me down to straddle his lap. We continue to kiss as he holds my hips down firmly against him and grinds into me. I can feel him straining against his jeans and make yet another attempt to reach for his buckle.

‘Un-uh’ he says between kisses. I want to growl in frustration at him but instead I grind myself down harder on him, showing him with my body what I need, my pussy leaving an obscene wet patch on his jeans. When he’s had enough of my mouth he works his way down my chest. His lips and teeth pull and suck and pluck at my nipples, his hands working whichever breast doesn’t have his focus.

‘I love your tits’ he tells me as he lifts the heavy weight of them by the nipples and drops them back down again making me gasp. He spends a few more minutes focused on them, pinching hard and twisting my nipples as I sigh and groan before he tightens an arm around my waist and rolls us so that I’m underneath him, stretched out on the chaise of the couch.

He slips down my body until he’s kneeling on the floor. Lifting my legs and pushing them up and open, knees to my chest, telling me to hold them there for him. He takes his sweet time looking at every inch of my pussy, I’ve never felt more exposed but unashamed as he ever so gently strokes one finger over me, exploring every crevice. He finally glides his finger down the middle of my slick lips and presses it into my opening, twisting his hand around so he can curve his finger up to my g spot. As he finds it, his mouth descends over my clit and he sucks it between his soft lips. After a few sucks he breaks contact.

‘By the way, you can cum as much as you can today. No permission needed.’ He says before his lips find that magic little button again.

He keeps a perfect rhythm, sucking my sensitive clit in time with making a ‘come here’ gesture with his finger. It doesn’t seem long before my hips are following his tempo and thrusting up to meet his mouth, the warm flush of orgasm running through me once again.

He gives me a few moments to come down before we get up and make our way to the bedroom. He finally consents to let me take off his pants and I immediately drop to my knees. I love the way it feels looking up at him and seeing the desire in his eyes as I take his thick cock into my mouth, for all the control I like him to have over me it’s this moment when I know he’s putty in my hands.

I lick and suck and stroke his dick and balls, sharing my attention between them, all the while keeping as much eye contact as I can. He lets me tease and play and I know he doesn’t want to cum this way. If he did his hands would be in my hair and he’d be forcing me to take more of him. When he finally decides he doesn’t want to wait any longer he picks me up under the arms and throws me roughly onto the bed.

He’s not tall but his strength and force are a huge turn on for me. He wastes no more time and quickly positions me on my back legs up over his shoulders. He watches me intently as he leans on one hand and uses the other to stroke his cock up and down my pussy.

‘Please’ I sigh

‘What do you want?’ He asks

‘You, please’ I reply

‘Ask properly’

‘Please fuck me?’ I ask

‘A bit more detail’ is his answer

‘Please put your cock in my pussy and fuck me hard’ I beg.

He pulls back a little and gives my pussy a sharp slap with his hand. A shriek escapes me and before the shock has worn off he’s plunging inside. My hips lift up to meet his and he throws his head back, our moans of pleasure blending together. He fucks me hard and relentlessly (have I mentioned before his insane staying power?) we move through positions like we’re testing the karma sutra. He pounds into me, pulls my hair and slaps my ass. Every time I think I know what’s coming he’ll surprise me by twisting my nipples in a new and crueler way or moving my leg so he’s rubbing on a different and more sensitive spot inside me. He often pulls out and slaps my pussy before moving me to a new position and roughly shoving his cock back in. He fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before and I cum three more times (are you keeping count? I’m up to 5)

We’re both sweaty and exhausted by the time he puts us in missionary and tightens his hand around my throat. He fucks me more slowly now but keeps a steady pressure on my throat and just as I feel myself going light headed he relaxes his grip enough for my to gasp a huge breath. We play this game for a while and I can feel another orgasm coming. My eyes roll back in my head and my pussy clamps down on him hard (orgasm 6!!). Wave after wave moves through me and the muscle contractions in my pussy are enough to tip him over too. He finally cums, deep inside me shuddering and riding out every last drop, before he collapses on top of me. We’re both short on breath and I have to give him a nudge to let him know he’s too heavy. We both groan as his cock pulls free of me and he rolls off me to the side of the bed. We lay prone on our backs trying to calm our breathing, I glance over at him and he’s watching me again. A huge grin spreads over my face and it must be contagious because his follows closely behind.

[This is only 2 hrs of our massive 5 hour fuck-a-thon. There’s still more to come ?]

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