5 comments/ 15222 views/ 10 favorites Carlo By: Yogakay Thanks to Don for editing this story. ***** When I first met Carlo, he was twelve and I was thirty five. A scrawny little Mexican kid that was already putting gray hair into his mother's otherwise black hair. Barely eighty pounds, he already sported a handmade tattoo and a pending drug charge. Peddling small bags of weed had kept the highly intelligent child in spending money. A couple of years later I remarried and moved away from a place I had never wanted to be. Houston behind me I forgot the neighbor kid that used to make me smile. Despite always being in trouble, Carlo knew how to charm and by the time I left he was strutting around like a little "player." Then this morning, I heard the most unexpected thing, my former name. Miss Jones came to me across a crowded head shop in central Austin. I hadn't heard that name in years. Kelsey Jones was my maiden name and except for the two years I was stuck living in a poor section of Houston, I hadn't used it since adolescence. There was nothing familiar at first when I turned around. Standing before me was a very young and very handsome twenty something Hispanic male. Black hair held back in a ponytail framed a smiling face. Black lashes fringed dark brown eyes that seemed to recognize me. Speechless, I stared with a slight smile frozen on my face. I had no idea who this attractive man was. Two dimples appeared on each side of his full mouth as his smile widened at my obvious discomfort. "It's me . . . Carlo. You know . . . from Houston." The whole time he was speaking he was stealing glances at my tits. When I realized who it was it all made sense. This kid had charmed all the neighbors with his bold personality. Plenty of changes had occurred. Tight muscular arms were now covered in tattoos and his chest looked well defined under his tight University of Texas shirt. Shorts revealed muscular, naturally tanned legs. Carlo had grown up and grown up beautifully. Breaking into a wide grin of my own, he grabbed me in a bear hug. Wrapped in those two strong arms and lifted off the ground, I squealed and told him to put me down. Somewhat reluctantly he complied. Held too close for innocence, my body slid down the length of his. For a moment I froze again. My body was responding and responding big. Confusion hit me. How could I be turned on by a boy almost half my age? This question became pointless as I watched his lust filled eyes follow the curves of my five foot frame. As his eyes took in my nipples clearly visible beneath my black sundress I began to moisten. He caught my reaction and I felt a blush cross my pale chest and face. Awkwardly I looked down. Again he called me Miss Jones and I lifted my blonde head. Amused brown eyes met my embarrassed green ones and we both began to laugh. Tension lifted and we began to catch up. Carlo had come to Austin on a scholarship. Now attending the University Of Texas his future was bright. Happiness filled me with his words. The odds had been against him from the start. Sharing stories about world travel I explained. Pointing to my left hand, I told him how marriage to a Naval Office had taken me from base to base. Now we had settled in Texas. Austin was mine and David's final move. Carlo wasn't shopping at the trendy little head shop, he was an employee. More than one of his former interests were still a part of his life. Then he told me, he still dealt weed for spending money. Our conversation continued as I browsed the selection of pipes in the back of the popular head shop. Inappropriate words were never spoken but I felt his eyes continue to graze my curves. As the feel of being watched grew so did my arousal. Soon, I was trying to just get away. This was too unexpected. Not to mention I was old enough to be his mom. Quickly settling on a small cobalt blue glass pipe, I explained I had to get going. Disappointment entered his expression. I felt the same. There was something about Carlo that made me want to stay. Something that made this middle aged married woman feel younger. Much younger. As I exited the small bohemian store, Carlo's number was safely tucked inside my wallet. Uneasiness sat in my belly as I contemplated calling my former neighbor. Our words had only contained appropriate topics but our bodies behaved as if on autopilot. The soft masculinity of his voice drew me in and I found myself standing just a little too close. Carlo's response? To take a step forward. Giggling like a school girl, I stepped back. A few more words and I was gone. Agitation grew in me as I wrestled with what to do. A few years earlier, I wouldn't have thought twice about what Carlo seemed to offer. But that was then. Everything changed one day a couple of years ago when I heard what I never would have believed possible. My hubby of over twenty years wanted to share me with other men. I wish I could say I resisted harder and longer. But I hadn't and a night was spent entwined with my husband David and two of his fellow naval officers. Moisture gathered and my body tightened at the thought of a lover over two decades younger. I couldn't pretend it was only weed I was interested in when I shared my encounter with my hubby. "You want to fuck this kid . . . don't you?" My husband's response was delivered with amusement in his bright blue eyes. Egging me on hubby listened to my story. A bulge appeared and had grown in my husband's khaki shorts as I described how Carlo had looked at me. He wanted to hear how I felt. What I had said and what I wanted. When I replied I wasn't sure what I wanted, he scoffed. Lifting my slanted green eyes I smiled as a blush crept across my pale chest. Attention from someone so handsome and young had stroked my ego. There was no denying that. As I imagined what the young UT student wanted to do to me I began to ache. With a crook of my blue tipped finger, I invited my husband to take what was his. He didn't need a second invitation. So aroused by the idea of my sucking and fucking a college kid, my tall dark haired husband didn't pause for kisses and caresses. Both wrists grabbed, I was pulled onto my toes. And stretched before him, I took what he offered. My five foot frame trembled as David held my wrists with one hand and began to grab and squeeze with the other. The whole time he was exploring my body he was demanding honesty. Over and over again he prodded me to admit what still felt wrong. Slumping, I whispered the truth. I wanted Carlo. More specifically, I wanted his cock and I wanted it bad. My submission to his insistence enflamed him further. A retired Naval Officer, my husband knew how to bark orders. With a voice generally reserved for junior sailors in trouble, I was ordered to strip and bend over. My compliance wasn't questioned. Intense hunger radiated from his angular face as he watched me slowly pull my sundress over my head. Feeling moans building in me I presented my nude form to him. Goosebumps followed his eyes over the curves of my body. My pink nipples hardened before him and the scent of my sex entered our small remodeled kitchen. Fire coiling through my veins, I lifted my mouth to his. David twisted his hand in my blonde bob and yanked me roughly to him. Kisses that didn't pause began. His tongue invaded as mine retreated and with a groan David laid claim to my mouth. Hand still twisted in my hair he held me in his embrace. Our moans entwined and shut out all outside noise. We were all that existed. Pulling back he again ordered me to turn around. Quickly I complied and bent over our grey and white granite kitchen counter. Whimpering I awaited his touch. Only seconds passed before I felt David slide down on his knees behind me. He was going for my ass. David adores my ass and he's taught me to love it also. Two firmly rounded curves were more than ample and my "ass man" appreciated every inch. As he spread my cheeks I wiggled for him. With a responsive growl he dove in. As his tongue struck my most sensitive of openings I said what he wanted to hear. As I admitted my desire for the young Mexican boy his tongue circled and stroked. The nastier I talked for him the dirtier he behaved. Soon his tongue was fucking my ass as obscenities flew from my mouth. Intellect now replaced by physical sensation I cried for what I knew was wrong. Another man's cock. My husband was thrilled. Patience exhausted, David stood. Towering over me he unzipped his pants. I felt his cock strike my cheek as all eight and half inches sprung free. Without pause he lined the dark pink head up with my ass. Saliva led the way as he plunged. This dirty girl wasn't given consideration as his rigid cock popped inside my depths. Without any further ado, he began to slam in and out of his favorite place. The sounds of our bodies striking and animalistic grunts entered the kitchen. I was in heaven. Used like a toy, I bounced back and forth with his thrusts. Vulnerability and the pleasure of submission kept me pushing back. Twisting and turning deep within continued to build as my deepest opening was invaded. His hand on the back of my neck left me powerless and pinned and I had never felt more like a woman. Grunts low and deep began to flow from David as he continued fucking my ass. As his rhythm increased so did the sounds he made. The sound of his pleasure warmed my soul and I added words of love to the room. Muscular body twitching, my hubby roared as he emptied his seed. Wave after wave of hot seed struck deep within and I smiled. "So what should I do?" "Do whatever you want to, Kelsey . . . I just want every dirty detail. I want you to come home used and ready to be fucked again." The love of my life wasn't kidding. Accepting the unacceptable was the only solution in my marriage. David craved seeing me fucked by others. I don't understand it. I don't think I ever will. Thoughts of my hubby fucking others always made me nauseous and slightly homicidal. David understood that and we had agreed to accept each other as we were. Loving to fuck made performing for David at least possible. Sitting by my lushly landscaped pool, I smoked and drank iced coffee. Three texts had already been composed and deleted. Feeling a little silly in my indecision I finally sent a message. Brief and to the point, I asked when I could come by and make a purchase. No flirting was included. Anxious over our age difference and the idea of playing alone halted any acknowledgement of our mutual desire. I wasn't sure this was something I wanted to do. Immediately, Carlo responded. In classes until three, he would be available any time after that. The anytime was in all caps and the sentence ended in emoticons. Flattered that a man his age so obviously desired me I began to warm inside. Without thought I sat up straighter and held my head higher. Desire was tickling my curiosity. A request for directions was sent and an appointment was set. His apartment was only a few minutes away and with an emoticon of my own I told him how excited I was to see him later that night. A row of smiley face emoticons was his response. He was as excited as I was. This was his chance to make his adolescent fantasy come true. Sitting in my Nissan Jute I again wondered if I had lost my mind. Here I was closing in on fifty and a mother of two trying to get enough nerve to exit my car. Parked, I sat waiting to approach Carlo's apartment door. Traditional style apartments located in the Austin suburb of Well's Point were in the heart of middle class suburbia. I wasn't the only one that had escaped the dismal reality of a Houston ghetto. With a sigh I closed my eyes and took stock of myself. My golden blonde bob was tousled from my sun roof and my slanted green eyes stood out in contrast to my pale skin. High cheekbones were a gift from my Native American grandmother and an ample ass came from the other side of the family. Dressed in faded jeans, a white tank and high heeled sandals I hoped I looked more casual than I felt. Silver jewelry acquired traveling the world hung from ears, neck and wrists. Reminding myself that it was his eyes that had started this dance I left my car and headed deeper into the sprawling apartment complex. My heartbeat increased with every step I took. As exciting as this "new" world I lived in was I did sometimes long for David to say enough. So far all he had said was, more. Climbing one flight of stairs didn't explain how my heartbeat now raced. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Maybe I had really lost my mind this time. I was too old to be acting this stupid. All the arguments I raised didn't even cause my steps to pause as I plunged forward. Pretending my decision hadn't been made, I softly knocked on the door. Before he could answer the door, I twisted my bra less nipples. I wanted them obvious. An impossibly long moment stretched as I stood waiting for the sound of his hand turning the doorknob. Finally, he arrived. Smiling brightly and with what I hoped was a sexy stance I wondered if he had made me wait on purpose. This was a game I hadn't played in decades. Shirtless he smiled warmly down at me. Thick black hair released from its ponytail hung on each side of his boyishly handsome face. Dark gray gym shorts were the only article of clothing he wore. Stepping aside with a grin that suggested he had been thinking of me, he let me into his dimly lit one bedroom apartment. Immediately I stepped past the black leather couch and sat at the desk on the opposing wall. Carlo's apartment was tastefully decorated and clean beyond anything I would expect from a single male. A blonde wood coffee table sat between me and my former neighbor. Carlo took a seat and lounged comfortably across from me. Uncertainty didn't seem to plague him. Conversation commenced and continued. Past memories were shared and laughed about. Then he mentioned how he used to try and catch me sunbathing topless. Air immediately left the room as he continued. Seeing me naked had been his sole focus the summer I had moved away. His eyes never left my breasts as he spoke. The more he stared, the harder my nipples grew. Nervous now I suggested we share a bowl. Weed loaded we began to pass the pipe back and forth. The more we smoked, the more I relaxed. As I relaxed I began to believe that what I was doing was fine. It had practically been David's idea. His brown eyes told me he wanted me and wanted me bad. But no movement was made. Frustration turned to doubt as I waited for a much younger man to make a move. Perhaps I was reading the situation wrong. Was I delusional? The bold boy at the head store had disappeared. Instead we sat chatting as if the energy between us had never occurred. Knowing David would be as disappointed as I was, I began my goodbyes. Gathering my bag, keys and phone I stood. Carlo immediately jumped to his feet. Where was I going? Did I have to leave? The energy missing previously retuned twice fold as he stepped just a little too close. Again I waited for him to reach for me. He didn't move. Now I could smell his scent. Soft and masculine, his aroma spoke to me. Nipples hardened further and I felt myself moisten as I looked into his serious face. He didn't want me to leave. That was obvious. But still he didn't reach for me. His desire for me was obvious and so I reached for him. Stroking his beautiful face I tiptoed and kissed his cheek. As he leaned forward it was my hands that explored. The softness of his tattooed skin surprised me as I ran my hand along the lines of his body. Finally his lips sought mine. His kiss was soft and small. Opening my mouth, I sought more. Response was slow and tentative. Doubt again entered me. His responses were so quiet and timid that I wasn't sure I hadn't misread the situation. As I began to pull back his mouth began to seek more. Pausing in my retreat I let him lead as my hands tangled in his thick black hair. Kisses led to more kisses but my hands remained the only ones moving. Frustrated and unsure I kept kissing him back. Wanting to yell, "TAKE ME," I instead whispered words meant to incite. Again I wondered what he wanted from me. Not having an answer I just returned to kissing him back. Sighs left me as his mouth explored. Other than holding my waist, his hands remained motionless. Lips soft and searching caressed mine and I responded. Abruptly I pulled him over to the leather couch. Directing him to sit I straddled his lap and went back to kissing. His hands held me softly as my hands caressed and squeezed his muscular arms. Grinding my crotch into his I was pleased. Carlo wasn't saying much but his cock was screaming. Hard and restrained, it pressed up against me. Moisture pooled between my legs. Lying down, I pulled the "oh so young" UT student down on top of me. His tongue probed deeper and I groaned softly. Emboldened his hand sought one tit while the other began to stroke the curvature of my body. Every touch felt like electricity shooting through me and I wanted more. Nervous I pushed him up and again asked him what he wanted. Not understanding my meaning he shrugged. Words tangled and without sense poured from my mouth. I didn't even understand what I was saying. My body wanted to stay but my mind was starting to panic. Maybe I was making a mistake. I still wasn't sure he was as into me as I had previously thought. Not a tease by nature I jokingly asked if he would like a big girl blow job. "Sure," was his response and he stood. Grey athletic shorts fell to the ground and his dark brown cock sprung free. Smiling, I wrapped my blue tipped fingers firmly around Carlo's rigid member. Soft skin bulged with need and I leaned forward. Rolling my tongue around his head I thrilled at the taste of his precum. A couple of sucks and I began to stroke. Perhaps a little too enthusiastically I worried when Carlo commented on the firmness of my grip. Loosening my hold, I plunged. Deep throated, Carlo groaned. Continuing to stroke and deep throat I reveled in his need. Lost to time I focused on his young cock. Lust continued to grow between my legs and he slid to the depths of my throat. Suddenly he spoke. Unsure what he had asked, I looked up. Just as my mouth left his cock he blew. I mean he blew big. Hot seed hit my chin and splattered on my throat and shirt. As he jerked, I grabbed him and caught the last of his load in my hand. Never had I seen so much cum. It looked delicious. Nervous again, I jumped to my feet. With a kiss I rushed to the door. Wanting to stay I looked back. He was quiet. As I left I wished he had insisted I stay. Hurrying to my Nissan I didn't even notice the cum that had dripped down my front. Once inside my car I grabbed my smart phone and began to type. Telling my hubby I was heading home and everything that had happened. I wondered again why this was so "hot" to him. No answer came but I knew I was headed to the "fucking" of my life. What had happened kept replaying in my mind like a movie on an endless loop. Each comment and action was replayed. Shaking just a little I wanted to kick myself. Why had I run? It was all still too strange. Over two decades of fidelity had not prepared me to be a "Hot Wife." Pulling up to my home I saw my husband's car. He was home. This was the first time I had really played without him and my stomach ached. Hoping he was still ok with all that he said he wanted, I headed inside my two story traditional style home. Everything on the exterior of our farm style home screamed normality. Before my hand could turn the knob the thick dark wood door opened. Blue eyes that demanded attention met my nervous green ones. Slender wrist grabbed I felt myself being pulled roughly into my blue and black entryway. David wasn't going to be patient. Carlo and Bob Work My Knob The following story is true. The names have been changed to protect the horny. * One rainy summer day... My plans to wash my car before work were once again stymied by the foul weather. So with a few hours to kill and no errands to run, I decided to see what my old buddy Carlo was up to. Carlo and I have been hooking up off and on for a few years now, and I have never been disappointed- he is a totally uninhibited cock-hungry Latino guy who has always taken my 8-inch dick like a champ. A few minutes after texting Carlo, he wrote back and told me that he happened to be at a local no-tell motel and that another fuck buddy of his was about to arrive. Knowing that he is always up for some group action, I responded and asked if three would be a crowd... the answer was "of course not" and I quickly hopped in my car. As I headed down the road to the inn, it dawned on me that I knew nothing of this other guy that I was about to meet, other than his name- Bob. This mystery only made my cock grow harder in my pants, and before I had time to reconsider this meeting I had arrived outside of the room. I knocked on the door and was quickly let inside to find Carlo laying naked on the bed while Bob, who had let me in, climbed back on top of him and placed his cock in Carlo's face while straddling his chest. Never one to waste time, I quickly stripped and walked to the bed, where Carlo and Bob repositioned so that I could get my throbbing cock near Carlo's mouth as well. As my slender Latin friend took both cocks into his mouth I was able to check out Bob. He was a bit older than me- probably in his early 40's- and while there was nothing particularly good or bad about his outward appearance I was very impressed by his thick cock which I guessed to be 9-inches long as I watched and felt as it rubbed against my own fat dick while Carlo hungrily licked and sucked them. I was thoroughly enjoying the sensations of Carlo's tongue and lips lavishing my dick while Bob's cock slid next to it, but soon Bob decided he wanted a taste and moved so that he could lick my shaft as well. If you have never experienced the glorious feeling of two mouths simultaneously working your dick, I cannot even begin to describe it. Needless to say the sensation was nearly overwhelming, and not wanting to blow my load so early into the fun, I told Carlo it was time for him to take my cock in his ass. Now sitting on the edge of the bed, I slid a condom onto my dripping cock and slathered it with lube before handing Carlo the bottle so he could spread some on his hole. Standing with his back to me and his legs apart, Carlo lowered his ass down onto my erect dick. His hole, which I had fucked many times before, was particularly tight today as the head of my cock pushed past his muscle and was quickly buried in his hot asshole. I began to enjoy the warmth and tight grip of being inside of his body as he slowly slid his hole up and down the length of my rock-hard dick. Meanwhile Bob stood in front of Carlo and fed him his huge cock, which our Latin fuck-toy eagerly sucked as he continued to bounce on my tool. After several minutes of Carlo swallowing Bob's dick while riding my fat cock, Bob pulled out of his mouth and I knew he wanted to fuck some ass. I pulled Carlo back so that he was laying on top of me, and my cock naturally popped out of his now-gaping asshole. After quickly donning a rubber, Bob got between our legs and slid his long dick into Carlo's well-lubed hole and started plowing away while I held my sweaty Latin friend on top of me while pinching his nipples. As he was pumping his cock in and out of Carlo's willing hole, Bob was reaching under his balls and holding my dick so that it rubbed against his balls and poked at Carlo's hole with each stroke. At one point he pulled his cock out of Carlo's ass and guided my own hard dick back inside. Taking Bob's cue, we began alternating strokes as our tan-skinned friend writhed between us. All of this was beginning to make me very sweaty and holding onto Carlo was getting a little tricky, so I suggested that Bob and I switch places. Carlo rolled off of me, and I was able to stand up and grab a towel to wipe some of the man sweat from my body and put on a fresh condom as Bob laid down on the bed with his feet on the floor. Clearly a fan of the "reverse cowboy" position, Carlo lowered himself onto Bob's massive member as I stood between his legs and took in the sight. Not wanting my pulsating hard-on to go to waste, I lowered myself towards Carlo's well-stretched asshole and slid the head of my cock against Bob's shaft until it was pushing against Carlo's taint. Carlo moaned at feeling this potential second intruder, and I took the sound to be an invitation to try to get my cock into his ass while Bob was already deep inside. Bob knew what I was trying to do, and paused with his long dick lodged deep inside Carlo's ass so that I could apply more pressure to the anal ring. Slowly but surely his ass started to stretch beyond what any of us thought was possible and my cock slid along the top of Bob's as we double-penetrated Carlo. The feeling was incredible, beyond any tightness I had ever felt around my cock. Bob and I quickly found a good rhythm where we could slide our cocks in and out of that gaping hole without popping out. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around Bob and my shafts to help in our double-fucking endeavor. After ten minutes or so the combination of sensations was becoming too much for me and I declared to my two fuck partners that I was ready to cum. With Bob's monster cock placed deeply and firmly in Carlo's asshole, I put both hands down on the bed and began to really pound that man-cunt, which was being stretched and filled by two giant dicks. The faster pace, the feeling of Bob's dick pressing against mine and the pre-cum flowing from Carlo's dick sent me into a blinding frenzy as I made a final deep slam into Carlo's body and released multiple streams of hot semen into the condom. I don't know if Bob even came, but shortly after I exploded we both slid out of Carlo's over-worked anus and sat there for a minute taking in what had just happened. We had just double-fucked our boy toy. I still can't believe it, but I sure hope it wasn't the last time... Carlo Looking up to my hubby I pointed to the cum now obvious on my throat and chest. Dried and sticky, Carlo's release covered me. The heat in my husband's dark blue eyes grew as he focused on the reality standing before him. Better than even his favorite porn David was blown away. Obviously he wasn't disturbed at all. In fact, I had never seen him more excited. Standing tall and strong before me my husband grabbed me and pulled me into a passionate kiss. As David's tongue invaded my mouth I could still taste Carlo's cock. Moaning loudly he twisted one hand into my blonde bob and held me firmly. His other hand squeezed and grabbed wherever it landed. Held so firmly I submitted to his assault. Feeling "dirty" and somehow hotter for it, I moaned back. Each tug and twist of his hands drew yelps of pleasure from me. Never had my husband seemed so close to losing control. I loved it! With a sound much like a growl my husband pulled back and stared into my eyes. The lack of humanity staring at me made me tremble. I did not recognize the stranger standing before me. This man seemed more animal than human. Without a doubt my handsome Naval Officer was in complete control. Both his hands cradled my face and he gave me small kisses. Between kisses and nips he told me how hot I was. How much he wanted me. How much I turned him on. Both his hands settled on my throat and my eyes widened. Suddenly I felt threatened. Smiling and caressing my throat my husband began to kiss me slowly. As his kisses increased so did the pressure on my neck. Nipples ached to be touched and I felt my lips spreading as his tongue explored deeper and deeper. Soon my breathing stopped. David's large naturally tanned hands squeezed my pale throat as his kisses continued. My heartbeat raced and I began to whimper as his grip tightened. My surroundings ceased to exist as I began to get light headed. As I felt myself start to slump air rushed into my lungs. Gasping, I felt electricity rip through me. Where there hadn't been oxygen before there was now raw nerves burning for release. I moaned in his arms. His control over my body ignited fire that sweet words never could have alone. Kisses continued. For how long, I couldn't say. Each time air rushed back into me I cried out with passion. I knew being choked shouldn't turn me on but it did. Like so many times before, it was the unnatural I responded to. Taking both of my shoulders in his hands my enflamed husband declared loudly it was his turn and guided me to my knees. Before I could speak, eight and half inches of familiarity sprung forward and stopped before my eyes. Again announcing it was his turn he shoved his dark pink cock at my mouth. Grabbing my hair and telling me to open my "dirty mouth" he plunged forward. Blonde head held firmly in his grip I again submitted to what my man commanded. Thrusting back and forth, David's cock repeatedly assaulted my mouth and throat. Again, no consideration was given to the "dirty" woman in his grip. Gagging and with tears streaming down my face I happily accepted the face fucking I was receiving. My husband's ecstasy made everything seem reasonable. Throat blocked and fucked I once again found myself struggling to breathe. Hearing my cries David paused and I gasped. And as air rushed into my throat David would again thrust roughly down my throat. This continued in a pattern and left no time for thought. Obscenities rose from my distinguished officer as his balls began to tighten and needs no longer could be denied. Groaning loudly he ordered me to suck. As his body tightened I clasped my lips firmly around his engorged head. Sucking as hard as I have ever sucked, I ripped the seed from him. Thick spurts of cum shot into my mouth as I continued drinking from my husband. Swallowing as fast I could, I rejoiced in the sound of my husband calling my name. As David pulled his softening cock from my mouth, I smiled and looked up. Our eyes locked and I wiped a little cum from the side of my mouth. The look of love on my husband's face took my breath away. Never had he looked at me with such admiration. It was intoxicating. I only wanted to please. Stroking my blonde hair gently, David looked down to me and told me I was everything. A fantasy come true. Thanking me my husband pulled me to my feet and gave me sweet long kisses. Warmth radiated through me. Between kisses my loving husband told me I needed to fuck Carlo next time. I agreed without reservation and cooed into his neck my intent for the young University Of Texas student. Carlos and Sasha Anticipation and lust drove Carlos to stride purposefully through the luxurious rooms of his palatial villa. He didn't pause to enjoy the expansive views of the ocean and islands beyond. He'd been at work since early light and left after a frustrating board meeting had consumed most of the day. He had more meetings scheduled for the afternoon and had fled the office to clear his head. He stopped outside the closed door of the bedroom he shared with his wife of three months, held his breath and listened. There was nothing but silence and he assumed she was still taking a siesta. As silently as possible he pushed open the door his gaze falling upon the king size bed in the middle of the room. He inhaled sharply, his heart thudding heavily, a light sweat breaking over his body. Sasha was sprawled across their vast bed, the sheet thrown off her. Against the stark white sheets her fiery copper hair was a blaze of colour, her long limbs stretched out in loose abandon. She wore a lilac coloured silk chemise that was cut low, exposing the soft swell of her breasts. Her long shapely legs were seductively spread and he caught a glimpse of the dark shadow at the top of her thighs. He strode over to the bed and stopped short, her nipples were hardening in the breeze from the open window and he instinctively licked his lips. Taking one of her rose-coloured buds into his mouth was a pleasure he would never take for granted. Being married only a short time they were still discovering each other, finding their boundaries and determining their levels of pleasure. He reached out for her and at that moment she woke. Carlos froze and as Sasha dreamily realised it was her husband, she smiled and reached her arms up for him. "Good afternoon my darling," he whispered, his voice cracking with passion. "Mm, why are you home?" Sasha yawned. Carlos sat on the side of the bed next to her, he cupped both her full breasts through the silk fabric and rubbed his thumbs harshly back and forth across her puckered peaks, squeezing and kneading the soft yielding flesh with his long fingers. "Crap morning at work. I needed to see you." Sasha smiled indulgently at the unexpected pleasuring and leaned back into the pillows beneath her, arching her back and throwing her hands behind her to hold onto the iron bed head. Her chemise slid a little higher, revealing an expanse of soft creamy thigh. Carlos's lust for her was insatiable, his need for her constant. He stopped his assault on her breasts and grabbed her behind the neck, holding her firmly with one strong hand and tangling the other in her soft fragrant hair. He lowered his mouth onto hers and ground his full lips on her soft yielding ones. He thrust his tongue into her, tasting her sweetness and probing her intently. Sasha's fingers found their way to his own thick dark hair and she matched him with equal force and passion. Finally they pulled apart, each gasping for air. Sasha's tender mouth was reddening and her already full lips swelled with desire. Hungrily she reached for her lover, spreading her legs to entice him to her. "Need some cheering up?" She asked huskily. Carlo used all his power to restrain himself from ravaging her, from sating himself within her, plundering her warm moist depths. He ran his hands over her feeling the firm well-toned body beneath the flimsy nightgown. He grunted, "God yes." "Stand up for me." Sasha knelt on the edge of the bed, reaching for him, pulling him toward her. She tipped her head and brought his mouth to hers. Her kiss was gentle, her tongue circling and exploring his mouth. Sasha carefully nipped his bottom lip and planted soft little kisses over his neck and throat, her hands running lightly over his wide chest. Her nimble fingers quickly dispensed with his shirt exposing his tanned muscled chest. She dropped her mouth to his nipples, licking and sucking on them softly, the hair on his chest tickling her nose. He gripped her head in his hands, twining his fingers in her coppery locks. It was delicious torture having her mouth on him and he never tired of it. "You taste so good, baby." She murmured. Sasha licked a hot trail down the centre of Carlos's belly, the dark curling hair, thinning as she neared his waist. She leant back to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. She looked up, holding his gaze with hers, while she undressed him. She licked her lips seductively and shrugged a strap off her shoulder so the chemise slid down, the flimsy material hanging from the hard nipple he had been playing with. Carlos reached down to pull it off but she caught his hand in hers, planting a kiss on his palm and shook her head. "You'll get your turn," she said. He grumbled but closed his eyes as she pushed his pants to the floor, his cock now free, pulsing in the air, searching for her. Sasha sat back and grasped her husband's now familiar cock in her hand, circling her fingers slowly around the thickness of him. She cupped his balls with the other hand, rolling them in her palm. She glanced up at him and caught him looking at her with dark eyes filled with desire. Teasing him she slicked her lips wet, extended her tongue and took him into her hot moist mouth. She slid her lips to the base of his penis, her tongue pressing hard against his rod of passion, circling his width and squeezing him as only she could. He could feel the muscles of her throat circle the head of his stiffening cock, milking him. He was always caught unawares by her expertise and unconsciously he grabbed a tighter hold of her hair, pulling her face hard against his belly. He moaned, his knees buckling as she expertly sucked and swallowed. Finally she pulled back slowly until just the engorged head of his cock was left in her mouth and she sucked on it while pumping her hand up and down the shaft of his now dripping cock. He intuitively thrust his hips gently to meet her rhythm. Sasha was in heaven. There was nothing like the feeling of Carlos's cock in her mouth and she loved the taste and size of him. She continued to fuck him with her hand and occasionally ran her tongue up and down the underside of his cock. She pursed her lips and sucked around the head of his penis, blowing softly on the hole and tonguing it gently open, prising out the jism that was dripping from him. Carlos felt the pent up anxiety of the morning rise up within him and before he could try to hold it back, Sasha's skill at sucking his cock, had him climaxing hard and fast. He held her head in his hands and thrust his cock all the way, slamming into the back of her throat. Her hands grasped onto his ass cheeks and as his hot cum spurted into her mouth, she swallowed as quickly as she could, making sure that she got every drop. Shuddering with the aftershocks of his climax, Carlos reached down to stroke the hair of his clever lover. She was lapping gently at his still firm cock, making sure that she got every last drop off him. He pulled away from her, tipping her head to look up at him. "Beautiful,' he murmured huskily. Sasha grinned up at him and leaned back onto the bed. "It's your turn now." Carlos collapsed next to her, his lustful eyes raking over his gorgeous wife. Reaching down for the hem of the chemise that still covered her, he slid his hand up the front of her thigh, stroking her with long confident fingers. She spread her legs, as he knew she would and he slid his hand up to her delicious mound, probing his finger into her cleft, seeking out her clit. Sasha threw her arms over her head, her breasts thrusting towards Carlos as she gave herself over to her husband. Carlos took one of her breasts in his mouth, his saliva dampening the silk. He felt her nipple harden and he nipped it with his teeth. Sasha yelped and jumped, her arms coming around Carlos, her hands ruffling his hair. "This has to come off baby," he growled, moving to sit astride her. Sasha lay meekly under him, a sexy smile on her gorgeous face. He couldn't resist stroking her again, up and down her belly, her breasts. The feel of the silk under his hands was no match for her soft fragrant skin and he'd had enough of it. He pulled up the hem of her chemise and clenching it tightly, tore it in half so she lay naked and exposed with the tattered remnants of silk in shreds beside her. Sasha gasped, "My God Carlos!" "I'll buy you another. I'll buy you a hundred. I don't care." Carlos could feel himself growing hard again, his cock brushing the neatly trimmed mound under him. There was so much of her he wanted to taste, to suck, to fuck and he was momentarily confused about where to start. Sasha reached down and stroked his hardening cock and it jolted him out of his indecision. He slid off her, spreading her legs wide. He lay between her legs, his face just inches from her fragrant wet pussy. He grasped her round firm bottom in his hands, his thumbs resting on either side of her pussy, pulling apart her lips so he could see her moist dark hole. He dragged his gaze from her pussy and saw her looking down at him expectantly. He locked his eyes on hers and slid his tongue between her damp full lips and into her sweet hole. Sasha sighed. He reluctantly moved from her warm hole to feast on the ruby nub of her clit, sucking and licking it frantically. His only thought was to get into her aromatic pussy and fuck her with his tongue until she came on his face. Carlos continued to lick her, alternately jabbing his stiffened tongue into her then pulling out again to suck on her clit. Sasha pulled her knees back, holding her thighs wide, her ass cheeks spreading. Unable to resist the sweet scent of her, Carlos licked her rosy ass hole, circling it with his tongue and then rubbing his finger back and forth before again sucking on her clit. Sasha pushed her head back into the bed desperately holding back the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her. Carlos slipped a finger into her wet cavern, pushing it in deeply, probing inside the moist slot while she rocked her hips. He kept up the momentum on her clit with his mouth, sucking on it and pushing the hood back with his tongue. He fucked her hard with his finger so that his palm slammed into her full lips. He thrust another finger into her hot snatch as the tight muscles within her squeezed against him and she cried out as her climax engulfed her. Carlos placed light kisses on her thighs, and the curve of her groin where her hips bones jutted out from her flat stomach. He dipped his tongue into her belly button, placed soft kisses on her creamy smooth skin, lapped at the sheen of perspiration that lay between her breasts. He tweaked her sensitive nipples, using his long fingers to squeeze her full soft breasts. Sasha reached between her legs and grasped his engorged cock, rubbing him up and down her warm wet hole and over her swollen sensitive clit. Carlos moaned and gritted his teeth fighting the urge to cum all over her. She then pushed the head of his cock into her opening, her pussy stretching to engulf the length and width of him. Sasha savoured the fullness of him inside of her, his girth stretching her pussy lips, the head of his cock buried deep inside her. Carlos grabbed her by the hips pulling her ass up off the bed as she wound her legs around his waist. He thrust himself into her then, slowly at first, getting his rhythm and then faster and harder. He watched her breasts moving back in forth in time to the pounding he was giving her, her nipples hardening crying out for attention. He watched the flush of passion stain her face, her mouth open, moaning in pleasure, her brow creased and her eyes closed. He watched his cock disappearing into her tight juicy hole. He was going to come. "Oh Carlos. Yes. Yes. Yes." Sasha was crushing her breasts, kneading them in desperation, squeezing, pinching and pulling on her rosy hard nipples. She opened her eyes and smiled seductively at him. She slid a hand slowly, lightly down her belly and rubbed her swelling juicy clit, her other hand still pinching her nipples as hard as she could. "Your cock looks so good baby. Oh fuck, baby, I'm cumming." Sasha climaxed again, throwing her head back, her hair in a mess around her. Her pussy squeezing against his cock was all it took for him to lose it. He thrust himself into her, his thighs grinding against the soft skin of her lush round ass. He shuddered and pumped his cum deep into her, his fingers would leave bruises on her hips where he gripped her too tightly. He'd kiss them later and would do it all again. Their eyes met, both glazed and their breathing ragged. "Carlos, does this make your day better?" Carlos slipped his soft wet cock from inside her, dripping their combined juices onto her thigh and lay next to her. He trailed his hand up her body for the hundredth time, palming her breast. "Baby, every day with you, fucking you, loving you, is a better day." He got up then and Sasha frowned. "Where are you going?" "Work baby. I have to get back." Sasha groaned. "Stay and fuck me again baby. Come on, just one more time." Carlos was getting some clean clothes from the closet when he turned back to her. He felt faint as the blood rushed to his wilted cock stirring it again. She'd flipped over onto her hands and knees and was laying prone with her breasts pressed into the bed, the slope of her back led up to her full round ass that was hovering near the end of the bed, her legs and feet spread waiting for him. Her ass was lush like a ripe peach and he could see the full lips of her pussy glistening with the juice from their lovemaking. "Baby, don't make it hard for me," he growled. "Baby," murmured Sasha, "that's the point. I am trying to make you hard." "Fuck you're a witch." He stood behind her then, grabbed her hips and pushed semi-hard his cock between her soft thighs, her now smooth wet cleft sliding over his length, urging him back to fullness. She squeezed her legs together and pushed back against him, the ridged head of his cock brushing against her clit, the soft hair of his belly tickling her cheeks and pussy lips. "Mm that's it. That feels so good," she murmured rocking softly back and forth stroking herself against his cock. Carlos kept hold of her hips and gently stroked her ass and back. She spread herself wider still, her ass cheeks opening, exposing her. Her flaming hair was all around her in a halo and the long slope of her back showed off her trim waist. He licked his lips, "That looks good too." He could see her pussy, wet and plump, the fleshy folds opening exposing her dark moist hole. He rubbed the head of his throbbing member against the slippery entrance to her cunt and pushed his sticky cock into her, easing it in slowly while she moaned at being filled again. He wet his thumb and brushed it lightly over her asshole and she bucked against him, whispering, yes, yes, squeezing her pussy against the rigidity of his cock. He needed little encouragement, so he thumbed her hole harder and she moaned calling out his name, her hands were clutching desperately at the bed sheets. He could feel she was close to coming again. "Rub your clit baby, come on," he said breathlessly. "Fuck me hard Carlos. I want you to fuck me hard." Carlos grunted at her command and gripped her tender ass cheeks, digging his fingers into the soft flesh as Sasha cried out with the sheer beautiful agony of having him fill her again. He pulled back from her musky pussy, his cock slick with her juice and thrust himself into her, his balls smacking against her pussy and thighs. "Oh God! Carlos, yes, yes...don't stop baby...yes." He plunged his hard cock into her tight snatch over and over, his cock straining as he neared his own climax. He could see her full breasts rubbing against the bed sheets, making his mouth water for the taste of them. She was panting hard, one hand gripping the bed and the other thrashing her over-stimulated clit. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Carlos felt his climax build in the depth of his balls. Powerless now his hot cum filled her deep cavern. He continued to gently move in and out of her, milking his cock in her moist tight chamber. He groaned as their combined juices spilled out of her wet pussy, filling the room with the aroma of sex. Spent, they both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. "Now you can go back to work," puffed Sasha.