5 comments/  129303 views/  4 favorites

Hot Wifey

By: Orcaman47



I watched Clarise climb the stairs, going with her boss to the observatory. Her tight sheer black dress was so short that I could plainly see her naked asscheeks. The thin string of her g-string disappeared into the tight cleft of her naked butt. As he followed her up the stairs, I knew he was getting a fantastic view.

She had purposely worn the most revealing dress in her wardrobe for this party. Brad was known for throwing wild bashes and this was the first we had been invited to. She thoroughly expected that this party could be a pivotal moment in her career with the magazine publisher. Under this practically transparent frock she wore only the scantiest g-string. Accessories included ear-rings, an anklet, bracelets, a necklace and rings. 

Brad's secretary smiled as she came to me. She slipped her arm around me and pressed her boobs into my arm. "He's going to do her, you know." She said, matter of factly.

"Yeah, I think she expects that." I answered.

"In a half hour she'll be dancing with you while his cum leaks out of her cunt. I've seen it before." Cindy searched my eyes. "She won't have any panties on."

I ran my hand across her satin covered body, along the smooth roundness of her ass. "So, tell me, do you have any panties on?"

She smiled. "Well, you could check."

I reached to move the slit of her skirt aside. When I did, I found only bare skin. 

Cindy and I danced for a while. I loved the feeling of her tits crushed against my chest. I also thoroughly enjoyed the rubbing she was giving my cock with her thigh as we danced. She reached between us and slowly stroked him a couple of times, then seemed to increase the intensity of her contact as we danced.

Then I took her outside. The evening was very warm and I stood behind her, with my arms around her. A few minutes later, she turned to face me. I didn't move my arms. We kissed. Our tongues darted and probed in each other's mouth. She dropped her hand and fondled my raging erection. "fuck me with that thing...do it here"

I knew that her husband was inside the crowded living room, making a play for Joel's wife. Word has it that Nora was a nude dancer before Joel married her. I moved Cindy's dress so that the slit was in the front. Cindy deftly freed my man meat and raised a leg for better access. She reached between us and guided him home. 

A few minutes later my hips were bucking and her knees were weak. My cock almost exploded with the force of my climax. She shuddered and whimpered at the same time. Then she dropped to her knees and licked the muff mauler clean. I zipped up just as her husband appeared at our side. He patted her on the rump and asked if she was having a good time at the party. She said she was, since I was paying good attention to her. He winked at me and said that he was sure that I was paying great attention to her..

I wandered back into the party and sat in a chair facing the stairs just in time to see Clarise descending the stairs, arm in arm with Brad. The position I was watching from gave me a clear view up her skirt, all the way to the little puff of fuzz she left above her bare labia. They came to me. Because her dress was so sheer, it was as if a naked woman was approaching. I could see everything, including that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy looked inflamed and it glistened with juices. While Brad stood with his arm around her slim waist, she bent over to kiss me, her red stiff nipples threatening to poke holes in her dress. She smelled and tasted of sex. "So," I asked, "are you having a good time?"

She smiled, " Yes, Brad's taking great care of me." He smiled at us as he ran his hand over her bottom.

A few minutes later we were dancing out on the patio. Clarise made an "oops" sound then stepped back and looked between our feet. A milky dollop of spunk, about the size of a half dollar coin, glistened where it lay on the marble. She smiled sheepishly as she removed the handkerchief from my jacket pocket and wiped the insides of her thighs. 

Hot Wifey Cheats with Bar Stud



"My husband is out of own," I boldly lied as I smiled at the stranger's exceedingly handsome face, batting my long eyelashes in my girlish way. "I'm just here tonight to have some fun, you know."

It wasn't difficult to keep looking at the man. He was built like I love men to be; over six foot, with broad shoulders and an obviously flat stomach, his hulk towered over my diminutive figure. My brown slanted eyes were trained on his face as we leaned into each other, standing along the wall of the crowded, thriving dance club. I had to make sure not to look up at the overhead balcony overlooking the bar and dance area, on which my husband was standing. For well over an hour Dave had been glued in the same spot, along the railing, staring at me as one after another man came up to hit on me.

The latest guy to try his luck with the petite Chinese girl standing by herself was way better than all the others. Whether it was because they were too pushy, too skinny or short, too young, or too mustached, I hadn't been blown away yet. This guys, however, with his dirty-blonde hair, broad face, and big smile, had a very casual, reassuring way about himself. I instantly liked what I saw, and his manly aroma, expensive watch, and studly body had my entire attention.

"Husband huh?" Holding his drink in both hands, the man was standing not even a foot in front of me, as he bent over to talk -- more or less yell, really -- in my ear. I'm barely 5 foot zero, but even in four-inch heels, he really had to come down to me. Over the cacophony of music and partying, I could make out his husky, older voice quite clearly. "Sweetie, you definitely don't look old enough to be married!"

Smiling at his kindness, I held up my hand to flash my 2.5-carat engagement ring, accompanied by another carat's worth of smaller stones in the wedding band, then put my hand down quickly and turned my face up to talk to him. God, his opened shirt revealed an incredibly sexy, hairy chest made of stone right in front of my eyes. "I got married young."

"Obviously!" he said to my ear. From the way he was bending over, he was getting a full view of my cleavage in my low-cut dress. My fake B-cup tits stood out on my really small frame, and they never failed to get attention. I proudly arched my back a bit, trying not to be obvious about it though, so he could eye me up while talking to me. "How long have you been married?"

I shrugged, reaching out to put my drink on the ledge along the wall next to us. It was a watered-down rum and diet coke, which I'd been nursing since I got here. I prefer not to get intoxicated when entertaining myself with men; better to enjoy every moment of it and remember it all later. "Got married a couple years ago."

I think my answer surprised him. Because I'm of entirely Chinese descent, I think most white American guys think I'm younger than I really am. And since my husband had me get Lasix surgery so I didn't have to wear stupid eye glasses anymore, I think I look even younger than I used to look. Seeing him snicker a little at my answer, I explained, "Got married when I was 20, I'm 22 now."

He sipped his mixed drink through its straw, then put it on the ledge next to mine. "Bit younger than me!" he roared in my ear, surreptitiously placing his hand on the small of my back. With other guys tonight, I turned and softly elbowed their hands away, sending pretty strong signals they weren't welcome. With this guy, though, his strong hand felt good on my body. Real good.

I flipped my long bangs out of my face, grinning up at him with as much teeth as I could muster. "It's ok," I said nicely, "my husband is a lot older than me, he was 36 when we got married." I let that sink in for a second, then I added with a bit of a purr, "So, I like older men, you know."

That comment drew a wide grin from the stranger, and his hand on my side slipped up a couple of inches, just where the bottom corner of my little rib cage ended. My black silk dress, a present from my loving husband for this every evening out at the bar, easily let the handsome man feel the shape of my thin body. "Well I'm older," he joked into my ear, stating the obvious, "bit older than that even."

I liked hearing that, but I'd already figured he was in his 40s somewhere, possibly early 50s, I wasn't sure. I winked at him and crinkled my nose and eyebrows with a playful smile, and in response he put his mouth down to my ear again, a bit closer. "So, does your husband know you're at a single's bar tonight?"

I found it funny how he phrased that; this was a dance club, not really just for singles I guess, but the implication he was drawing was obvious. It made me realize he was pretty intelligent, too, which this former straight-A student finds very sexy. "Nope," I lied again, continuing the pretense. I mean, I wasn't exactly going to say my husband loves to watch me with other men, so he's above us watching us right now. I could visualize him, in fact; I was sure his nice 6-inch dick was rock hard in his slacks, watching his petite Chinese young wife below him rubbing up close to some older, sexy man she just met. I'd never picked up a guy in a bar like this (if you don't count last year when I was in Panama City for spring break, where everything happens with college-age boys at bars). I was sure that watching me get hit on by man after man in a bar was a serious rush for Dave.

And it continued to amaze me too. I mean, before I moved down here to Maryland to be with Dave three years ago, you would never have believed what I was like. Glasses, extreme short hair, diminutive Chinese face and body; it was impossible to get white Toronto guys to notice me. Now, with butt-long hair, no glasses, and fake tits, every day I walk out of the house I can get white and black American guys to oogle me. I still find it shocking, but I'm not arguing.

When I told the guy my husband didn't know I was at this "singles bar," he got an even broader smile, but stood upright maybe to think about it a second. His hand remained on my side, somewhat gripping me even, as of not to let me get away. I didn't have plans on going anywhere soon, however. Then I felt him lean down again to ask something else. "So are you here with girl friends?"

His determination to figure out my availability was endearing, and I was going to make sure he liked my answers. "Nope!" I giggled loudly for him. Wow, he was leaning down so close, as I spoke, my lips were just inches from his ear. His big, athletic frame almost surrounded me. "Just came by little myself."

The man's eyes on my exposed round tits, right below his face now, was giving me a definite itch in my thong. I even felt his warm breath, I think, on my shoulders and chest above my dress. "Pretty brave of you," he admired, lowering his lips even closer to my ear, "I mean, an extremely sexy, young woman in a place like this by herself -- your husband might not approve, if he knew." He added those last three words with a bit of a smirk, grinning at me knowingly.

I figured I'd give him a conclusive reason to keep talking to me, just as he was now fishing for it. I briefly shook my hands in an act of dismay, and I explained with a complete fabrication, "Well, I guess I'm still young and, you know, kind of have been married a long time now and, well, just wanted to go have a night of, um, fun, you know." As I spoke, I reached a hand up and placed it on his elbow, holding him in place as I talked into his ear. Leaving my hand on his elbow now, as his hand was still on my side, I realized we were basically telling each other whatever is going on was mutual. I'd been with enough guys in the last year I'd met at the gym, in stores, or while jogging, that I knew he was not going to leave me before I got what I wanted later tonight. 

My eyes longed to look up, just briefly, to see if I could catch Dave's reaction while he was watching from above. I mean, now that I was actually almost arm-in-arm with a guy, and a guy who was built big and strong njust as Dave knows I love, I assumed Dave was probably about going to cum in his pants. I loved the thought.

But for that flickering moment about my husband, I was far more interested in the stud standing with me. My knees were trembling a little bit; it was the little, shy Chinese girl in me, the one that wasn't supposed to talk to strangers, especially studly white men. No matter how many men who've screwed me the last few years, it was a hesitation that came over me every time. And, each time I overcame the tremor, I felt even more guilty and even more alive. I could tell my vagina was leaking badly now, and my nipples were rock hard in my push-up bra and tight dress.

"So what was your name again?" I had to shout in his ear, with the music around us seeming to get louder. I have to admit, I'm still not good at the art of flirting; I never really know what to ask, I just like answering questions. But there was a pause in the conversation, and I hate those.

I almost didn't hear him, and I realized it wasn't from the music; it was blood rushing in my ears, as my heart thumped louder. "Mike," I thought I heard him say. It made me laugh to myself; one of my regular "boyfriends" was named Mike, although the Mike I knew wasn't nearly as dreamy as this stud. "I know you can't barely hear me in this place."

Realizing I'd forgotten his name, I tried to smile apologetically, but he didn't move away from me, and after all, our names were pretty irrelevant anyway.

With a pause to get it right, he said back -- now his lips almost touching my ear -- "You said your name was, um, Christine?"

To answer, my hand on his elbow slid up his arm, and my thin fingers tugged at the loose fabric of his shirt to pull his ear down to my mouth. Now it was my turn, my lips were almost touching his ear. "I'm Claudia."

"Right!" he exclaimed with a nod, standing up again, then reaching for his drink to take another sip. After putting the drink back down, he leaned his mouth to my lower ear once more. I felt his hand on my side slide under my arm a bit now, his fingers reaching onto my back, over my dress. "Claudia, did I tell you, you look fabulous in that dress -- it was a perfect choice for tonight."

"Wow," I gushed with an embarrassed, honest smile, "thanks." I never really know how to answer complements, I'm still not used to getting them. So, instead, I stupidly asked something inane. "So are you from around here?"

As soon as I asked it, I knew it sounded like I was asking if he had an apartment or home close to the bar, and I regretted phrasing it that way. But Mike didn't seem to push that idea, instead he just answered, "Not too far, fifteen minutes, over in Reston, you?"

We had a system now; after talking into my ear, he turned his head and put his ear to my mouth, so we could communicate over the dim bar's loud noises. I paused, wondering if I should lie again, but I was honest. "No, we live in Maryland, Chevy Chase, but, I got a room upstairs tonight, you know, so I don't have to drive all the way home."

I snicked, figuring that bit of news would please Mike. His hand on my back slid higher now, so his strong fingers were touching the soft naked skin of my back, above the top hem of my dress. His other hand had slipped forward too, and I felt his fingertips touch my upper arm on my other side, lightly tracing up and down my skin. Damn, that felt good. "Well, for a sexy married young woman, I guess that was a real smart thing to do," he moaned into my ear. His breath was on my neck as he talked, it was giving me goosebumps, and my pussy was now aching for attention.

Ah, he was still prying around the edges about my intentions, wasn't he? But he seemed so sweet. "Oh no!" I shouted back in his ear, "definitely, I mean, talk to me all you want."

As I said it, my lips almost at his ear, my instincts took over. I moved my head to the side just a couple inches, leaned forward ever so slightly, and planted a soft, quick wet kiss on his firm temple. The peck was so fast but felt incredible; my twat got squishy in my thong as I did it. Kissing him was very sexy, and I knew Dave upstairs was loving the sight of it.

"Aren't you precious," was his soft reply, and he took his turn now, moving to kiss my forehead. His hand on my back picked up and landed on the back of my head, where his fingers stroked my super-long, jet-black hair. His kiss, unlike mine, lingered a moment, leaving a definite wet spot on my forehead. Then his mouth slid back to my ear, and I heard him distinctly say with confidence, "Do you want to dance, I'm quite good at it?"

Now, I'm not a dancer, really I have no idea what people are doing out there on the dance floor. I tried dancing with a couple of the guys earlier that I didn't like -- it was an excuse, after the dance was over, to get away from them -- and those experiences were pushing me to avoid doing it with someone I actually liked. "If you really want," I spoke loudly back into his ear, although I'm sure not another soul hear me say it, "but I like talking too."

He answered with an undeniably true statement. "Hard to talk here -- so loud!" His finger whirled in the air, generally pointing at all of the noise around us. "But if you want," he offered with his mouth back at my ear, "we can go to another place we can talk, there is a restaurant down the street, and a Starbuck's around the corner."

Now, that was outside of my rules for the night. I wanted to remain here in the hotel's club, so Dave could watch me. Plus, the whole point was to get a guy up into the room upstairs, right?

So, realizing I'd backed into a corner, I reversed my decision and agreed to a couple of dances. Mike seemed pleased, he kissed my forehead quickly again, took my little hand in his strong grip, and led me to the crowded dance floor.

Dancing with Mike was really fun. He was, indeed, very good; he took my hand, hands, or shoulder, depending on the move at the moment, and led me in circles and spins with ease. When he realized I couldn't gyrate and wiggle on my own, he made it a point to take control. Even though everytime we moved anywhere one of us ran into someone else, we pretty much ignored everyone and just had fun. The whole time his eyes were on me, not on the other, taller, hotter women around us. Ok, to be honest, his eyes mostly were on my tits, which bounced a little as we moved around. I really liked that. But he also smiled at my face time after time.

Then, when a slow song started, he was gentlemanly enough to whisper in my ear, "Do you want to stop?" I guess, you know, since I was married and all. But I whispered back to him, "Why, don't you want to dance slow with me?" I do have an evil side, mind you. My challenge was immediately accepted, and Mike stood with his arms around me, as I rested my head on his chest. He was sweaty, and his perspiration felt good against my cheek and forehead. His hands stroked my shoulder and upper arms, and his own face was pressed against the top of my head. We twirled slowly, and I realized he was working hard not to let his groin touch my body. That really impressed me.

When the song was over, he stepped back as if to go sit down again, but another slow song started. Our eyes caught, and I think he saw in my face how much I was enjoying this. He leaned to speak into my ear, "Don't you dance much with your husband?"

It was a perfect line for me to seize, to create the illusion I wanted. "I don't do much with my husband, really." Mike didn't answer, I mean, what would he say; so I turned the moment around and purred, staring right into his eyes above me, "I hope you don't mind me saying, you're really great."

He smiled, gave me another kiss on the forehead, and we moved together for another slow dance. This song had a good beat to it, though, and it was natural to kind of swivel my pelvis as he moved us side to side. God, I was so horny right now. I visualized Dave up there, watching us dance like this, so close, like a couple. Dave's young slutty wife and some hot stud she just met at a bar. Frankly, there was a chance Dave had left, to go back to his room and beat off.

So, taking a chance, as Mike spun me around, I glanced up into the balcony. Sure enough, Dave was right there, he hadn't moved. It was too dark to see his face or eyes, but he was definitely facing the dance floor, undoubtedly eyeing me the whole time. My knees got weaker.

And, it made me more horny. So, with my pelvis grinding to the beat of the music, I thrust my pelvis forward, and caught Mike's groin. Just briefly. Fuck, I tell you, there was one large log in it. I almost cummed on the spot, Mike had a gargantuan dick! Or so it felt, at least.

Mike didn't back off; he let me sway around in his arms for a couple more minutes, fleetingly brushing my body against his crotch. My hands were on the small of Mike's back, just above his slacks. Pressing my face and chest into him fully now, the laws of physics permitted only one thing; Mike's dick suddenly pressed into my body too. Between my stomach and abdomen. Oh, wow, it was so hard! My hands gripped Mike's body tightly, pulling me close, as he rubbed himself against me. It felt heavenly. I swear, I forgot all about Dave up there, I was concentrating on Mike's huge erection, knowing he was so hard for me. To show him how badly I wanted it, I slipped my hands down, tracing them over his tight buttocks, kind of where the bottom of his pockets would have been. Wow, his ass was pretty firm; not quite muffin-tin, but definitely not much flab there!

I almost sighed, feeling Mike's dick against me. I felt him move above me, and his mouth was down to my ear again. "Really glad your husband is out of town tonight," he moaned at me. I squeezed his body more in response.

After the song, I actually felt embarrassed a bit. But Mike took my hand and led me to a booth; we got lucky, someone had just vacated it. I looked up, so very briefly, making sure Dave upstairs could still see me. As Mike got into one side of the booth, I wondered which side of the table I should be on. Mike didn't let go of my hand, however, and he pulled me into the booth right next to him.

I cuddled up to his strong manly body, and his arm went around my thin shoulders. I slid my hip right up next to his, and turning to look up at him, I put one hand on the table, and my arm closest to him I dropped below the table, putting my elbow on his thigh. "This is nice," I said, able to talk a little less loudly to be heard.

He smiled, squeezing me with his hand around my shoulder. "Do you go out by yourself much, are you home alone a lot?"

Ooh, another chance to lie! "Well," I prevaricated, "my husband travels a ton, I'm home alone all the time, just me and my cat." (Okay, that part was true. Here comes the lie.) "But, I have never gone out before myself, but . . . I think about it, all the time."

"I'm so sorry, really," Mike consoled, hugging me tighter even. "You are so young, pretty and outgoing, I'm sorry you feel stuck away at home!" Then, he put his lips closer to my ear, not so much to be heard as much as he wanted to say something pretty personal. "You don't have to answer me this, but, do I guess that, um, you miss a lot in your marriage -- I mean, I guess your husband isn't, well, how do I say it, he isn't there for you as much as you need?"

"Mmm, no!" God that was such a lie, but it's what he wanted to hear. I leaned into Mike, and my elbow slid from his leg so that I could put my hand on his knee, on his slacks. "You seem to know me so well!"

"Aww," he pretended to disclaim with modesty, "not really, I mean, it's obvious -- very sexy, gorgeous young woman, in the prime of your youth, stuck at home missing her man. I mean it's only natural. You have needs too."

Mmm, my needs! I moaned at the mention of them, and he saw that, and we both grinned. "Yeah, I sure do!" I winked at him, and now it was obvious. "But, what would you know about a married girl's needs? Are you married?" , like "Nope." He seemed to answer proudly. "Was once, not for a while though."




Hot Wifey Cheats with Bar Stud



"Ok, good." I winked at him, and realized I was winking way too much tonight. But he seemed to approve. With my hand on his knee still, I turned to look into his eyes when I spoke. "So, you know all about a married girl's needs, huh."

He winked back, and I felt his thighs part a little. I don't know if it was an invitation, but I took it. I slid my hand from his knee into the gap he'd created between his legs, my fingertips and long fingernails tracing light circles inside his knees, and just onto his thighs next to them. As he felt my fingers there, he leaned into my face, almost nose to nose. "Oh, I know all about the needs of a young, gorgeous married girl, stuck at home for many nights by herself.

Well, we are at the point, weren't we? No more playing games; I'd gotten through a night at the bar, and found a guy to pick me up, and I could call the night a success. I only wished Dave could hear this next bit, though. I tried to remember it word for word, so I could tell Dave tomorrow morning, or afternoon, or whenever I saw him next. "So what do you think a married girl needs?"

The question caught him off-guard; we'd been talking in code all night, and I think he hadn't expected this petite, quiet Chinese girl to have such a direct approach. So he laughed, as if it was a joke, and he answered in riddles. "I think you need what your husband should be doing every night."

"Mmm, really?" My hand on his thigh slid down further, and he spread his thighs more. God, my hand was just a few inches from his crotch, and that pulsating dock. "You know what I wished he was doing every night, that he hasn't done for like weeks?"

Mike heard me mention "weeks," and I think his cock twitched, anticipating now that he had a very sexual beast on the prowl in his arms right now. "No, Claudia, what hasn't he done for weeks?"

I leaned up to talk right into his face, almost nose to nose, and I pushed my hand into his crotch as I answered him. "He hasn't spread me open and fucked my bald drenched cunt with his tongue and cock, like I've been dying to get for ever!" My fingers grasped his erection through his pants, and I shuddered at its rigidity and size. Fuck, Mike was hung; I wanted him so fucking bad now.

The stud grinned, finding that this little Chinese wife was actually pretty nasty, and he responded by grabbing my head from behind while he planted his mouth on mine. Mike's tongue shot into my mouth, where I greeted it with my tongue and lips too. Sucking his strong tongue and tasting his flavors, I sunk into his embrace in the booth, while my hand on his dick softly squeezed the head -- way up by his belt. We made out in the booth, oblivious to everyone like Dave any anyone else watching us. I wanted Mike so fucking badly, and I wanted him to know what an incredibly hot fuck I am.

I broke the kiss, continuing to massage his dick, and I asked him with a snarl, "So tell me Mike, are you any good at filling the needs of a married girl who is dying to get eaten and fucked all night?"

His answer was perfect. "Only one way to find out, Claudia."

* * * *

My cunt had thoroughly saturated my thong with juice by the time we were opening the door to my hotel room. The entire ride up the elevator we were not alone, forced to quietly endure the ride, simmering in our lust. Now, busting into the room, I couldn't wait to get it on with him.

Turns out Mike wasn't one to fuck the moment we got inside the door; I'd done men like that, many times, but this actually was a nice change of pace. As he took my hand into the room, I was conscious of the two micro-sized cameras Dave and I had hidden in the room. One, hidden in the zipper of my overnight back on the corner of the desk, had a good look at most of the entire room, from the door to the front of the bed. The other was in a plant next to the bed, which would get a perfect look at anything that happened on the bed.

Dave, I assumed, was in his room a few doors down the hallway, undoubtedly naked already, holding his cock, and watching the two monitors tuned to the cameras in this room. These were Dave's idea; he went to some "spy store" and got these wireless cameras, where you could look at one thing while you took this little TV set with a handle into another room or something. They also make these for baby rooms, not that I would know about those! But it was pretty smart, this way I could do anything I wanted to in my room, while Dave got to enjoy watching from his room -- and anyone I was with, well, wouldn't know he was on display.

I wasn't sure if Mike wanted to cuddle or do small talk or what, but he pretty much led me to what he wanted. He took my hand and led me to the bed, where he sat on the front edge, and had me stand in front of him. God, right behind my shoulder was that camera; Dave was watching this. I was so wet in my thong -- oops, I think I already said that! But it felt sticky on me; I had to get out of it. I stood silently, watching Mike admire my body. He gazed at my tits, pushed up by the wire strapless bra, half of my flesh showing above the dress's top edge. His hands were stroking my arms softly, moving up and down from elbows to shoulder, it was very comforting. His breath landed on my skin and warmed me, and made my heart beat faster.

"You're gorgeous, Claudia," Mike moaned, still looking at my chest, "I can't believe your husband leaves you alone so much."

"Mmm, thanks," came my quiet reply, "you make me feel great."

Mike's hands slid up to my shoulders one last time, then he slid them downwards over the curves of my torso, at the edges of my breasts. His thumbs stuck out, reaching under my tits, and his hands moved inward so he was cupping my boobs through my clothing. I arched my back and moaned for him, my hair spilling straight down my back, almost reaching my ass. "God you're so sexy," he mumbled again lost in a trance, "you are fabulously hot, Claudia."

The juxtaposition of "hot" and "Claudia" in the same sentence always struck me as oxymoronic, and I had to repress a giggle. But it made me think, and I said aloud, "Have you ever been with a Chinese girl, Mike?"

He looked into my little triangular face, and my brown eyes staring at him, and he smiled casually. "Not until tonight, honey."

Still looking at me, his hands groped my boobs tighter. I lifted my hands to his, holding his powerfully strong fingers and palms against my B-cups, helping him fondle my bosom. I wanted so badly to order him to strip me, get it on, fuck my brains out, but I was trying to enjoy the different pace he was setting. I watched him admire my fake breasts again, squeezing and staring, making my nipples ache with hardness inside my clothing. I couldn't help it, I had to take the next step. I reached my hands behind myself, finding the zipper to the dress, and I slowly pulled it down. Mike watched my arms move, and I'm sure he heard the zipper unfasten, and he continued to hold me by my tits while I loosened the dress.

As I pushed the zipper down my back and over my small ass, Mike's hands grabbed at the fabric as it fell away from my body. The zipper went as low as it could; Mike slowly dropped the garment from my body, lowering it past my hips, then past my thighs, then he let it fall to the floor. Already I had kicked off my four-inch heels, which lowered me quite a bit in front of him. I was now standing in front of him in just my push-up bra and my thong, which by now was just a wet rag clinging to my cuntlips.

I do know men love my little ass, so I'm quite proud of it, and to show it to Mike I turned around slowly, sticking my butt at him a bit. Looking back over my shoulder to see him admire my nude buttocks, each so small and ripe like little peaches, with just thin black straps of the G-string thong splitting them in half and framing them across the top. "Can you undo my bra?" I asked in a hushed voice, trying not to sound too anxious.

As I felt Mike's hands reaching to my bra's clip, I giggled at a thought. "Mike, what do you think my husband would say if he knew you were taking off my bra?"

Mike's heavy, strong breath landed on my neck as I stood upright, my bra falling away from my chest. He pulled me a step backwards, so I was standing with the backs of my legs against the bed, and my tiny ass was pressed against a throbbing cock in his pants. His hands reached around me, immediately grabbing my naked tits, and his lips went to my neck. I turned my head to the side offering him my long, thin neck, and his wet tongue licked up and down, from earlobe to shoulderblade, up and down, a wet warm trail left behind. His strong, thick fingers and palms gripped my nude tits with conviction, fondling and kneeding them, sometimes tickling my aching nipples from a passing fingertip. "Oh Mike!" I moaned again, leaning back into him, letting him enjoy my breasts.

Answering my earlier question, Mike whispered coarsly in my ear, "The real question is, what do you think your husband would say, if he knew how many times I was going to make you orgasm tonight?"

Funny that, I thought, Dave will actually know . . . in real time.

But I grunted at how sexual the thought was, a married girl cheating on her husband having wild sex in a hotel room with a complete stranger. "Mike, are you gonna fuck me so hard tonight?" I yelped, almost begging him with the tone of my voice.

Again, he answered in actions, not words. One of his hands dropped from my chest to my crotch, and his forceful fingers dug into the triangle of flesh formed by my thin thighs and mound. A shriek of delight shot out of my lungs, as I felt his fingers grind against my vaginal lips inside my thong, pushing against my clit, finding out how soaking I was. "Oh you're so wet!" Mike exclaimed, his fingers probing the dampness of my thong as I tried to spread my thighs open for him. "How long has it been for you?"

I gulped for air, utterly turned on by this handsome, sexy stranger. Trying to think of a good answer, I chirped with a laugh, "Do you mean by a toy, or by Dave?" (I like the air of reality, using my husband's real name.)

Mike laughed at the question. Continuing to kiss and lick up and down my neck, he muttered quickly, "Both I guess."

"Mmm!" I couldn't stand it, I put a hand over his hand and wrist buried at my cunt. I pulled his wrist up, forcing his fingers harder into my pussy through my thong, which by now was a ridiculously unnecessary piece of wet clothing. "Oh Mike! It's been . . . too long . . . like, four weeks since he fucked me . . . I'm so tired of cumming from a machine!" He was masturbating me now, I was on fire, grinding my pelvis against his hand, and rubbing my ass against the log of his cock in his pants. Fuck, I wanted him to cum in his underwear if I could, I was that horny. "He's so small, I need a real man, Mike, I need a big cock to make me feel good!"

I added that for two reasons. I know men love feeling important; Mike will think he's doing me some big fat service, feeding me his huge erection like it was something I biologically need. It will turn Mike on, and make him enjoy this more, and maybe that means he'll fuck me harder too. Second, I know Dave can hear us through these cameras -- we tested them, of course -- so Dave will get extra-horny hearing his precious sexy wife belittling his cock. Dave can be a bit submissive and likes the idea of being a cuckold, you know, with some humiliation to spice it up. It's just part of the game. Actually, Dave fucks me every night I'm home, and I love his prick -- it's not huge, but he can use it very well. It lasts quite a long time, cums multiple times, and with an experienced tongue too, I never want for sex when Dave fucks me. Mike doesn't need to know any of that, of course.

Aware Dave was watching this entire show, I pushed my small butt back against Mike's massive erection, pulled his hand into my pussy through my thong, and gasped for air fucking him like this through our clothing. His other hand was still holding my tits, and they were now covered in a layer of his perspiration. I could smell his cologne, it was sweet and soft; and I could also smell the mixed aromas of his erection and his manly sweat. I was in lust for Mike, wanting nothing more than him to take me all night and occupy me completely. I am such a slut, I have to admit, I just give in totally to any man that turns me on like this. I'm so lucky my husband understands, and actively encourages me to enjoy my sexuality.

"I don't know, Claudia," Mike muttered against my ear, his hand wonderfully engaged with my vagina through my thong, "what if you really like my big hard cock, what if you never want your husband's again?"

I whined at the thought; it sounded so sexy. "Oh fuck me Mike!" I squeeled at the top of my little lungs, the pitch almost shattering glass I think, "Give me your big cock, I want it so bad!"

My body was so small compared to his, I felt enveloped by his arms and legs as I stood there leaning back into him. His hand on my crotch slid up a few inches, his fingertips found the top edge of my thong, and his hand dove inside. "FUCK YES!" I screamed as his fingertips made contact with my naked clitoris and dripping pussylips. He felt how smooth my newly-shaved pussy was, thanks to my husband a few hours earlier. I'd predicted that some man would get to enjoy Dave's handiwork tonight, and now I was right, and Dave was watching it over the hidden cameras. I leaned back even farther, held upright only by Mike's torso behind me, as he sent two fingers around my clit, squeezing it, then down to my love hole. I was soaking his fingers in my tight thong, which wrapped around his hand now as his fingertips probed for my pussy's aching hole. My cunt burned to be stretched and filled.

Mike continued to plant kisses on my neck, and then began sucking my earlobe. "I love your body," he groaned in my ear, "it's so incredible, so small and sexy, I can't believe your husband doesn't make love to you every day." I tried to open my thighs more for him, standing there leaning back against him, so he could insert fingers into me; but, with my thong still on, it wasn't going to be easy.

His words rang in my ear. "Don't 'make love' to me, Mike," I groaned, drawing the distinction I wanted him to understand. "I want you to fuck me, fuck me like he doesn't!"

Mike moved his ass back farther on the bed, still sitting on its edge so his legs dangled over the side to the floor. As he moved back his lap formed, and with his strong hands he easily lifted my small, under-100 pound body onto his lap. With one arm wrapped behind my back, he let me lay backwards in his grasp, one of my legs across his lap and my other leg still down on the floor. It opened my crotch up to him and his free hand, which he used to pull the thong to the side. Now my shaved vagina was exposed to this stranger; and, from how we sat, I know Dave was getting a perfect view of it from the nearby camera.

I looked down to my cunt to see Mike's fingers against it. Those wonderful fingers, once the thong was sufficiently to the side, moved back to my pussy, his broad fingertips finding my knobby little wet clit and pushing it in circles. I gasped and he moaned, making my clit burn with excitement as he ground it into me, and alternately stroked it between his fingers. "Your pussy is so gorgeous," Mike muttered in my ear, kissing my earlobe, "it's so wet and soft and pretty."

Some things I can't get out of my head. "You like my Chinese pussy, Mike?"

"I do!" He kissed the side of my jaw. "Maybe your Chinese pussy would like my fat white dick in it?"

"Oh yes, Mike, fuck yes!" I know guys love girls talking dirty, and I've learned how to do it well. "I want to be your little slut tonight, Mike, I need to be your slut, your little married slut!"

I turned my face now, I really loved this man. He kissed me full on the lips, both tongues meeting halfway, lapping at each other, and as our lips sealed we breathed each other's air back and forth. His fingers slipped from my clit onto my parallel lips, sensuously rubbing my own juices over me, sliding his manly fingertips up and down on my twat. I stretched my legs open for him, feeling my thong slipping tightly up my asscrack under me. Despite my earlier demand, our lips and tongues made love, sucking each other's saliva and passionately but tenderly. Seriously, I always love making out with the men who fuck me, it shows them how much they mean to me, making me feel this good. It reaffirms my sexuality, which for many years growing up I thought was supposed to be repressed.

The kiss and his fingers on my pussy seemed to last forever, but finally he pulled back a moment, nuzzling his nose on mine, which I found very affectionate. "If you were my wife, I'd make sure you get everything you need, every night, every day."

I loved his promise, so I licked his tongue with mine, then put my lips around his big tongue and sucked it in my mouth. I pushed my pelvis up as I lay back in his arm, grinding my cunt against his fingers, my hole begging to be entered. "Why are you waiting, Mike?" I giggled at him, "do it, stick your fingers in me."

He paused, stroking my pussylips. Now, I found out he might have limits. "I don't know, baby -- you are married, you know." Bastard! Was this all a game?

Or -- did he just need me to show him it's my idea?

I looked in his eyes, almost pouting, and the tear in my eye's corner was from anxiety but it served its purpose anyway. "Mike, if you don't fuck my brains out tonight, I'll be the saddest woman on earth, I need your big cock so badly!"

"Your husband should really treat you right, you know." His words seemed perfunctory; he was looking down at my pussy, with his fingers against it. Slowly, both of us watching, his fingers slipped down the valley of my hairless twat, to the entrance, and my body stiffened as his fingers hit the magic spot. One finger, stiff, pushed forward. There, finally!

"YES! OH YES MIKE!"

I arched my back more, almost flat on him now, and in fact he pulled his arm away from under me. I dropped onto my shoulders on the bed, lying downhill now, my ass and hips still up on his lap. With legs spread completely open, my little wet thong to the side, Mike began ravaging my vagina with his fingers. He used fingers from one hand to spread open my cuntlips, spreading them wide, while his other hand massaged my clit a moment, then that stiff finger dove back into my pussy. I wanted to reach down and pull it in, I needed it deep inside me. Mike sensed it, he pushed his finger in forcefully; my wet pussy, although tight, offered little resistance. My back arched, my fake B-cups pointed at the ceiling with my little brown knobby nipples, and I felt him fingerfucking me so lovingly deeply.

He pumped his finger in and out, staring at the sight; I looked up at his face, admiring its strong curves and angles, and loved how he was gazing at my naked pussy as his finger fucked it. "You feel so good in me baby!" cried this helpless little slut.

I saw Mike's mouth watering, and I knew what he wanted. I know men, I know that look. Since I was basically falling off of his lap now anyway, I forced myself to get some energy, and I pushed myself away from him, crawling on my back up the middle of the hotel room bed. His fingers pulled out of my pussy, and he turned to look at me. I kept my eyes on his face, while I put my small ankles together and tugged my thong over my hips and ass. Shit, it was dug into my ass and was so wet, it didn't want to move. But I got it down my thighs, over my knees and off my little small feet, with my toenails painted bright cumfuckme red (also courtesy of Dave earlier). Tossing the thong away, finally nude, I pulled my knees open and showed Mike my naked femininity. "Come on, Mike, you know what you want, I want it too."




Hot Wifey Cheats with Bar Stud



He laughed at my "needs." "And what do I want?" he inquired with a smirk.

I said it like it is. "You want my bald married pussy to quiver around your tongue and dick as I cum for you a thousand times tonight."

The guy almost sighed. No, really. "Claudia, you are wise beyond your young 22 years."

As I laid back nude on the bed, exposing my supposedly sacred treasure to a handsome stranger, Mike rose from his seat and turned to face me. I wasn't sure what he'd do next, but fortunately I didn't have to wait long. He dropped to his knees on the bed, put his hands in front of him, and crawled over to me. "Claudia, you're unbelievably gorgeous," he repeated for the millionth time. I didn't care, I loved hearing it. He stopped near my feet, reaching out with his hand to take one of my small feet and lift it to his mouth. I gasped as he licked my tiny ankle, then began licking up my soft, shaved legs. My legs have pretty defined muscles in them, I work out and run a lot; I know they are sexy legs. Mike licked his way up my soft little calf, past my thigh, then kept licking up farther my thigh. Fuck, my pussy was a sputtering volcano now. I stretched my other leg wide open as Mike continued to lick up the one leg, his mouth closer and closer to my pussy.

I lifted my face to watch, god I wanted it so bad! Mike's eyes weren't looking at anything, really, but his lips and tongue closed in on my vagina. Now I could open my legs far to the sides, and I moaned with as much energy as I could, "Eat me baby!"

And he did, Mike's tongue sunk into my aching hole. I saturated his lips and chin with a gush of waiting fluids; fuck, I think I was cumming! I wanted it so bad, the moment his tongue got into me! I felt it go, I let loose, I dropped my head back and gasped as my first orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed almost in shock, not believing I came that fast, but I loved it, I let Mike bring me over the top by filling my pussy with his big, fat tongue. "Ohhh fuuuck yesss Miiike! Yesss!" I wailed with my eyes closed, my body convulsing in waves of spasms.

When I finally subsided a bit, I opened my eyes and found Mike's face dripping with fluids, I think I even squirted him a little bit -- I can be a bit of a gusher, surprisingly, it happens time to time. His tongue was still in me, his upper lip and nose exciting my clitoris with sporadic contact. My heels dug into the bedspread, and my ass and pelvis began to gyrate in cycles under his face. I kept looking at him, past my pointy tits, pumping my hips in circles as his tongue stuffed itself into my vagina. I could feel his tongue in me, it was incredible, I wanted every bit of it. He fucked me deeper with that tongue, shoved so far in me now, as far as it could go, wiggling and thrusting. My butt moved faster, working around and around, with his mouth planted on me as he tongue-fucked me hungrily.

"Oh fuck me, you bastard!" I screamed, out of control. "I want you so bad!"

He was fucking good at eating, I swear. His tongue was huge, it filled my pussy, I could feel him almost stretching my pussylips just from shoving tongue inside. He felt deep in me, like a cock if that were possible, fucking me and tasting me at once. His hands wandered up my little body, they didn't have far to go, and he clutched my breasts again, squeezing them, pinching the hard nipples. I loved that, and showed it by grasping his wrists so they couldn't move off of my tits.

With the burning of my nipples between his fingertips, and his tongue in me, I lost it again, having my second orgasm. It felt so fucking good, my limbs burned again from the waves of the climax. I squeeled like a stuck pig, whining as my body released energy from my clit and racing through my whole body. Oh, this one lasted a long time, it was a huge quake that shattered everything and left me dizzy on my back, naked and wet, with Mike's tongue still deep in me.

After that big orgasm, Mike's hands left my tits, and slipped down to my spread-open thighs. I felt his palms rub up and down my inner thighs, my legs are so small his palms were so big on them. As he licked my pussy deeply without cessation, he pried my legs open more by pushing my thighs wide apart. Then, his tongue pulled out of my cunt, and immediately licked down a few inches. I pushed my ass up at him, wanting that too. His tongue found my asshole was covered in juices, perfectly lubricated, and Mike sent his tongue into my butt. It was so tight, he moaned and I whined as that tongue entered me.

He pulled out just a moment to look up at me and ask a question. "Your husband ever do this to you?"

Total lie again. "No, Mike, baby, do it, I love it!"

Ok, I wasn't lying about the part that I love tongues up my ass. Mike pushed my knees as wide apart as he could until they were straight out from my thin body, and he dug his face into the bed so he could push his tongue up my anus. I gripped it and felt that penetration, and he worked his tongue in so far while his nose and face ground on my pussylips. I wanted it all, so I took my own hand down to my clit, squeezing it between two fingers. Mike saw that and let me do it, knowing what I wanted. I frigged my clit hard, almost ripping it off of me, while feeling his tongue up my ass.

"Fuck Mike yes I'm cumming again!"

I couldn't believe how fast it happened. My third cum, in maybe only ten minutes. I was quivering and shaking, barely breathing, as this hot little orgasm ripped through my body. It left me out of breath and almost crying, but I continued messing with my clit while Mike filled my asshole with his tongue.

After a few moments, his hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my finger off my clit, and his lips replaced it. Fresh from my ass, Mike began sucking my clit hard in his lips to pull it off of me, just like my fingers were trying to do, only sucking it and squeezing it to draw out its juices. His hands returned to my thighs and knees, holding me open, and I started thrusting my pussy into his face to masturbate myself against him. I could hardly breath regularly, I was shrieking or moaning, trying to suck in air, twisting around on the bed, my butt moving in every direction, my cunt aching to be filled and my clit wanting to explode in his mouth. He was doing amazing things to me, working me in every way. I reached down with both hands and ran my fingers through his short, blonde hair, then tried to grab his head to pull it in tighter into me.

Gripping my fingers around his head, I pulled at his head and lifted my head and shoulders up from the bed. Facing him now as he sucked my clit, I grimmaced at him and moaned, "Fucking make me cum again baby, I love you!" His eyes smiled but his lips never left my clitoris, his tongue washing over it inside his mouth, sucking it and simultaneously rubbing it for maximum stimulation. He did it, a minute later I was shrieking from the fourth orgasm of the night. "OHHHH FUUUCKING YESSSS!" I was losing strength to hold onto his head; the orgasm made me pull my arms back, I flopped onto my back as I exploded inside his mouth.

I felt his hands now on my hips, and his mouth pulled back. Mike was rolling me over; I didn't stop him. I found myself flat on my stomach on the bed, my small tight butt under his face. His hands never left my hips, now gripping them to lift my ass. I dutifully rose up on my knees, but my shoulders and face remained on the soft bedspread. I just didn't have the strength to get up on my elbows or hands. With my little fanny up in the air, Mike spread my knees apart, so he was gazing at my vagina and butthole from behind.

I couldn't look back, I couldn't move, these orgasms were so good. I felt Mike's breath on me, then moments later his tongue entered my ass again. I screamed, "FUCKING YES MIKE!" Mike stuffed that tongue into my poopshoot, which my husband Dave had lovingly cleaned out with his own tongue just before I went into the bar to find a guy to fuck me tonight. I sure picked a good one! Mike could push his tongue deeper into me now, since my butt was in the air, and he had full access to my hole. Then, knowing how to play me, his thumb found my clitoris, softly massaging it tenderly while he ass-fucked me with his tongue.

My body ground against his face, pushing backwards to meet his tongue and thumb, slowly and rhythmically undulating for him. He dug that tongue deep into my butt and made my muscles around it ache from the pressure; my ass fought back, trying to push him out, feeling invaded. I softly cried into the bedsheets from the divine rimming. My clit smoldered from the repeated orgasms, wanting more and more, right now content to be rubbed softly by his big thumb.

Mike's tongue slipped out of my ass, eventually, and wandered back down to my pussylips, licking off the layers of my juices there, then right to the entrance to my twat. I pushed back as he sent his tongue inside, and he was tongue-fucking me again. I spread wider, gripping the bedspread now, forcing myself to fuck him too. With my rocking back and forth and my ass going around, Mike's tongue drove inside, circled around, slipped outside, and dove back in. My cunt wanted big cock so badly, but I loved his tongue and wasn't going to stop him.

You know, I had my fifth and sixth orgasms from his tongue, just in that position, with him eating me from behind as I shoved my little butt up the ceiling.

After the sixth incredible cum, I fell over onto my side, knees together painfully, looking back at him with a frown. "Fucking shit, Mike," I complained in total delight, "you're a fucking god, you haven't taken your clothes off yet even!"

He smiled, his face covered in pools of my juices. I wanted to lean up and suck him clean. I didn't have the chance at the moment, he was slowly unbuttoning the few closed buttons of his shirt. I admired his physique as it was revealed to me bit by bit; hairy chest (which I love, Dave doesn't have one), strong pecs, flat tummy, this man worked out! As he ripped his shirt off, knowing I was admiring him so much, he stepped off the bed a moment to remove his shoes, socks, and belt.

Then, making sure I was watching his every move, he unfastened his slacks, unzipped them, and in one motion pushed off his pants and his underwear.

When he stood back up, I was staring at his glorious penis. Baby, it was 8 or 9 inches. Pointy helmet, soaking right now in precum. The shaft was so fucking thick at the base, I could see the purple veins and the stiff ridges along its sides. His balls were low, covered in a soft matt of blonde hair. That was one big adult penis, I was in lust with it at first tight.

"Shit!" I cried, eyeing his tool.

He proudly let me admire it, pushing it forward as he crawled onto the bed on his knees. "As big as your husband's?" he asked carefully. Nicely worded!

I giggled like a school girl. "Mike, you're so fucking huge, that's what I want, I want a real cock, a huge real fat big cock!"

I rolled onto my back now, anxious for him to use that on me. Where I got this energy, I don't know. I was opening my knees for him just as he crawled forward, leaning over me, bringing that monster to my body. As he did, I glanced off at the hidden camera next to the bed, over my shoulder, hoping that Dave was seeing his big dick too. Dave! Fuck, I hadn't thought of him the entire time I was getting tongue from Mike; you know, I fucking didn't care.

Seeing me look over my shoulder, Mike looked too, not knowing anything. "Something?" was all he asked, somewhat nonsensically.

I just shrugged him off, smiled, and reached down for his prick. "Give that big dick to me, baby!"

He pulled himself into position, his knees on the bed his hands besides my torso, his masculine body hovering over me. His fat cock was now in my hands, I was excitedly pulling him into position. My hands soiled from his gooey precum, which I lubricated over his shaft a few times then rubbed the excess onto my flat stomach. Mike grinned down at his prey, eyeing my nude body under him, waiting for him.

He snickered one more time, enjoying one aspect of our sex in particular. "You sure you really want a cock in your married pussy?"

"Oh fuck!" I screamed at him somewhat angrily, although all in jest, "put your huge, big, man-sized cock in my married Chinese cunt now honey!"

Mike began fucking me -- savagely. It wasn't no love-making, it was a fucking. From the first moment he entered me, he just shoved that prick into the back of my cunt. I screamed for mercy. His balls were against my ass, and I could feel how deep he was inside me, that huge long thing must have been sticking through something or rearranging some tubes inside or something, I don't know but that entire length stuffed inside of me with machine-like strength, plowing through my flesh and tube to fill every bit of me. I pushed my feet out and reached my hands up to his shoulders, clutching him, hanging on as we fucked.

"Fucking god!" I wailed at him. "You're a fucking god, Mike, fuck me, I love your huge fucking cock!"

The stranger banged this 22 year old, married little slut like I hadn't been fucked in -- what did I tell him -- a month? Two months? Fuck, I forgot. So what; I mean, Dave stuck me this morning, and I had sex with one of my boyfriends, Josh the incredibly stud, yesterday. But I was in love with Mike right now, I wanted his penis to cum inside me all night.

I arched my back, pushing my enhanced breasts up at him (I don't think Mike ever figured that out about me), holding on as he pushed his entire weight into me. I mean, his pelvis crashed into my ass and thighs, making loud slapping noises with each thrust. SLAP SLAP SLAP. I could hear the squishy noises of his prick drilling my well-lubricated vagina. And the smell of our nudity, sweat and fucking was like a drug, I snorted it and lost myself to it. He was banging me ferociously, knocking air out of me, making me shake and suck in the wind as best I could. I was making a ton of noise, too, howling and shrieking and grunting, all of it, I doubt I could type it so you'd understand. You'd have to fuck me as good as Mike was to find out, I guess.

Lying back under Mike getting boned so deep, I thought about my husband in his hotel room not all that far away. Was he still watching, or had he had so many orgasms he had to stop? I hope he loved watching me get fucked like this. Dave has watch me fuck a lot of guys in person, you know, right next to me; once he was driving a car while his buddy Shawn was banging me in the passenger seat. (Of a Mustang, mind you, you have no idea what that was like.) But Dave had never seen me fuck a guy while the guy had no idea he was being watched.

I hammed it up. "Mike, baby," I tried to moan between breaths, "I love you, you're fucking incredible, your cock is so fucking huge, fuck me!"

He liked the encouragement, pounding me mercilessly, straining himself. I could almost feel his butt clenching each time he thrust into me, driving his pecker hard inside me. It was furious, animal, savage.

"Claudia," he grimmaced, his jaw not moving hardly, "are you protected?"

I thought about telling him I was, but then again, it wouldn't make sense for me to be on the Pill, if I hadn't had sex for a month or two now, right? So I lied, thinking this might make it fun. "No baby," I frowned, "but I want you to cum in me so badly!"

Mike clearly was thinking about it, fighting devils inside, but I wanted that sperm inside my pussy. I reached down with both hands now, raising myself up a bit, reaching around his hips to clutch his smallish buttcheeks. Oh, fuck, those are tight strong buttocks; I could feel those ripped muscles inside. I pulled his ass forward and stuck his cock deep into me, begging him while I did, "Baby, Mike, I don't care, just fucking cum in me, I need it in me!" He was grunting, not really protesting, maybe trying to fight off an orgasm. I didn't want to wait, however. "Do it, Mike, cum in me, don't worry, who cares, I need it in me, cum in me you bastard!"

He did. I know when a man cums, it's like a bomb went off inside of him. His eyes rolled, his ass slammed forward, his prick ground as deep into my pussy as he could reach it, and his stomach and muscles twitched from a building climax. When it exploded, I could hear him whine and whimper and he shuddered while he pounded away at me. With his balls against my ass I also felt him pumping, I knew he was flooding me with his incredible torrent of male semen. "Cum in my cunt Mike, make me your slut!"

I milked him, my hands still on his ass as he was shoved into me, cumming repeatedly in a huge, long-lasting eruption. I could feel the sperm flooding out as he pumped me, the bubbly mess was dripping down his shaft and onto my thighs and buttocks, and I could sense the pungent, sharp odor of the creamy goo. My stallion continued flooding my pussy for such a long time, it was so incredibly wonderful.

As Mike pulled out, his orgasm done, I thought about Dave, wondering if he was jealous. I wanted him to be; I loved knowing that Dave wanted me to fuck other men, but inside, Dave wished he could be enough for me. Or I think, I mean, he's never said anything like that to me. But he loves me completely, and I know I don't want him fucking other girls behind my back, so I figure he secretly would have me fuck only him. That I can be so satisfied by other men like Mike is this great power I have, it makes me feel alive in my marriage.

"Jesus Christ!" I swore, as Mike collapsed on top of me. "Mike, that was fucking incredible, you're so fucking much better than my husband!"

Mike kissed my cheek, and his mouth moved over to mine. We made out, arms around each other, his wet, spent cock rubbing my abdomen, fluids seeping out of my aching pussy. Yet I was still horny, I wanted this man all night.

My lover nuzzled my neck with his wet lips. "You're wonderful, Claudia, you're sexy and sweet and gorgeous."

"Hmm, really?" Again, I loved the complements, but I think men just say that to me because they fucked me. I hear it a lot, I guess, it's hard to say.

I reached a hand down to his dick; it was so sloppy wet. Pumping the lubricants over it, I found it semi-rigid, and he wasn't pushing my hand away. Instead, he rolled onto his side next to me, so I could hold his cock to examine. "Mmm, it's big!" I said again, dumbly. And it was; definitely he had 2 or 3 inches on my husband. But Dave would already be fucking me, even right after his orgasm; he could stay up that way. Most men don't do that. I pushed Mike onto his back now, his turn, and leaned over to kiss his mouth. Then his chin. His adam's apple. The dent between his shoulder bones. The middle of his chest. Downward I went, kissing softly, Mike knowing what I wanted to do. To his "inny" belly-button. Down that hairy trail from his belly to his prick. Closer and closer.

With one hand at the base, I held up his mighty sword, slayer of sluts. It wasn't straight yet, not quite, but close enough. And god, it was dripping with all sorts of juices -- precum, sperm, my cunt juice. I crawled over his pelvis, my body to the side of his, and wrapped my lips around that pointy head. It tasted so manly, that smell makes me cream. I sucked his head inside my mouth, slurping off the flavors, swallowing them. Then I licked down the soft underside of the shaft, using just my tongue, tasting and tracing.

"Fuck Claudia," he groaned in satisfaction, "you know what you're doing."

Oops, had I given myself away? "Dave doesn't like me to suck cock," I lied, looking back at Mike's face, "I read romance novels about it, I want to do it so badly."

Mike looked at me like I'd married a martian. "Why not?"

Hmm, now why would a husband not let a wife suck him? "Um," I stalled, thinking of a reason, "he says it's dirty."




Hot Wifey Cheats with Bar Stud



Mike giggled. "And what do you think?"

I giggled back, and played off an earlier joke. "I think -- I think it's one of my 'needs.'"

I put my mouth to it again, pushing down on it, moving more than just the soft helmet into my mouth. I pushed a couple of inches inside, pumping the base with my tight fist, feeling juices dripping over my hand too. I loved the flavor of a cock after it's fucked me and cum in me. I greedily sucked it, trying not to push too much into my mouth or certainly not my throat, lest Mike think I had way more experience than I'd admitted to him. Instead, I pulled my mouth off, and began licking and sucking the shaft up and down, cleaning off the fluids, rubbing that burning hot prick on my face as I went up and down it. I moved my fist out of the way so I could lick down to his balls, letting his cock lay flat on his tummy for a moment, and I licked clean his delicious, salty balls too. My fist reacquired his cock and held it up, and it was quite stiff now. I could fuck it again if I wanted too, but I love sucking cock. I swallowed the head, shoved about 3 inches into my mouth, and started bobbing on it. Up and down, sucking hard, making a vacuum in my mouth, my tongue sliding all over it as I pumped it in and out.

"Oh jesus Claudia you're fantastic," he grunted, laying back.

I smiled at him with his penis in my mouth. My pussy was dripping to fuck agian, I thought about climbing on top of him, but I wanted it hard. "Mike, can you do something my husband doesn't do?" Of course he looked at me to explain. I pretended to be shy, drawing from him soft encouragement, then I feigned a gathering of strength and I asked, "Um, will you fuck me like a dog?"

He blinked. "You mean doggy, from behind?" After I nodded, he smiled in surprise at my diffidence in asking. "Claudia, baby, I love that -- what, you don't get that either?"

"It's not Christian," I smiled at him. God, like Dave ever went into a church?

Mike reached out and pinched my little flat nose with two bent fingers, making me giggle. "You know what I think?" he mused affably, "I think your husband married a very sexy woman, who is way too much woman for him."

Yeah, whatever. Clearly I had Mike where I wanted him; he thought fucking me was doing some kind of big service. That's what a man wants to think, isn't it? And so that's what I want too. "I don't know, Mike, I feel --"

"Guilty?"

I gave him a smirk. "No way!" My laugh reassured him. "No, I feel -- alive. Like -- free."

"That's my girl." Mike rose up, pushing me onto my fours. "Now get in position, honey."

I had more energy now than last time I was on my fours. I looked back at him, knees apart, resting on my elbows, seeing him eye my little ass. "Mike?"

He was moving into position himself. "Yeah, honey?"

I groaned and swallowed, then blurted out, "Mike, call me a slut, call me names, treat me like a -- like a whore!"

I didn't have to look back to know he was smiling. "Mmm, okay . . . okay, you . . . you fucking slut!" He knew what I wanted. Even before I felt his cock on me, I felt his flattened hand smack my asscheek. "You fucking bitch, you're married and begging to be fucked, what a fucking cunt you are!"

Gee, I didn't know he had that in him. I looked back again, wincing at the blow, but loving it. "Fuck me, you hot stud, make me feel what a real slut feels when a real man fucks her!"

His strong hands grabbed my hips, holding my little body, and a moment later his prick touched my cunt. I spread more for him. I was so much shorter than him, this wasn't going to be easy; he had to really lower himself. I put my shoulders into the bed, raising my ass up high, offering him what he wanted. I winced, and felt that penis poke into my cunt. Fuck, yes, that's what I wanted. He pushed more, entering me, bit by bit.

"Claudia, your ass is so fucking hot," he panted.

I pushed my body back, making him probe my cunt deeper with his dick. I thought a moment again about Dave watching, then I said to myself, fuck Dave, right now I'm having fun with Mike, forget about my husband until tomorrow. I looked back at Mike and moaned, "I love being your slut, you're a dream, you're the best, fuck me so hard baby!"

His hands around my thin waist now held me so strongly I couldn't move forward or back, and he was doing the work penetrating me. Letting his guard down, he moaned as he sunk inside me, "Claudia, I love you, you're so gorgeous!"

"I love you, fuck me!" I liked saying it.

We both panted loudly, groaning, as his resurrected dick plunged into my burning vagina again. That aching of emptiness inside me passed into a glorious, dizzying feeling of satisfaction, as his shaft pushed farther inside and pulled out, moving deeper and deeper each time bit by bit, until his balls were against my clit. Then, so deep, he left it in there a moment, grinding against me, our bodies rubbing together.

Then he pushed me forward by my hips, pulling out until just a bit was left; and I knew what was next. His hands gripped me and yanked my pelvis towards him as he thrust forward, his flat pelvis slamming into my soft little body like a paddle on my ass. "Uhh fuck!" I screamed, feeling how he was filling me. Mike was now pumping his cock rapidly in and out of my vagina, hurriedly screwing me faster and faster, deeper too. I put my face against the messed-up bedspread, pushing my ass higher, trying to wiggle my ass backwards to take more cock. "Ughnuhhh!" came some unintellible groan from deep inside.

I felt Mike's hand grab my ultra-long hair, holding it like a thick rope at the base of my skull. He yanked my hair back, and he twisted his hand around a couple of times so my jet-black straight hair was now entwined around his fist, giving him a tight, secure grasp of my head. He yanked it back again, making me shriek, and I had to lift my torso up putting my hands in front of me. It was painful, I loved it.

"Fuck me, you slut!" he roared, trying to satisfy my request. "Take that you fucking wench!"

I was crying out now, the pain of having my hair pulled out so hard was incredible, plus the feeling of that huge dong stuck in my vagina at the moment. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" It was all I could scream, it's all I wanted at that moment.

Mike pumped his cock into my pussy from behind until my ass and thighs must have been turning red, from being beaten down by the pounding he was administering with his pelvis and legs. Slamming into me by pushing his cock forward and pulling my hair backwards, Mike got his prick so deep in me I felt it in my stomach or lungs or something, I think. That's how deep it felt; he was fucking my entire body. I screamed and gasped, panting, loving what a slut he was making me. This was a really, really fun fuck!

My studly lover and I did the nasty doggy-style on that bed for I don't know how long; I wasn't cumming like earlier, I was just enjoying the feeling of that big, huge penis inside my twat. He lasted pretty long this second time around, fucking me quickly at times, then slowing down and building up again. I was panting so much, my mouth was dry after a while, I found it hard to swallow and I had to keep wetting my lips and mouth. Mike then moved up, keeing his dick impaled in my pussy the entire time, but rising from his knees to his flat feet, so he was straddliing me behind me, his legs bent in half to lower himself to keep that fabulous cock fucking me. I looked back at him as he towered over me; this sexy, older, experienced man hammering me like a sex toy, looking down at my little Chinese body filling me with his incredible dick.

As he lowered himself behind me, he leaned all the way forward, his chest almost on top of my back. I felt one of his hands slip under my chest, cupping one of my bouncing B-cup tits, and his finger and thumb pinched my aching nipple painfully. I howled in pleasure, and the pinch grew harder. I looked back at him again with a devilish smile, my tongue halfway out of my mouth, like I wanted to lick him from the distance. Fuck, I was loving this! As he leaned over me, he moaned, "touch your clit honey," still groping one of my breasts in his hand.

I did as told, reaching under myself to put fingers on my clitty. If I pushed my fingers back a bit, I felt his steely, wet shaft entering my pussy, an insatiable feeling. As he thrust forward, his wet balls slapped into my fingers, a constant pounding like the drum of a good song. I went to work jiggling my clit between fingertips, I was so wet and horny. I felt an orgasm coming, I want to cum around his big fat cock, it was all I wanted.

"Uh ohhh fuuuck yeahhh," I was muttering insanely, "fuuuck ohhhh uhhhh!"

I made myself cum, I screamed out and bellowed as a huge orgasm shook me, rattling my head and body and sending my face to the bedspread gasping for air. Mike pushed his cock as far into me as he could, so I could climax around it, my pussy's muscles gripping and squeezing from the intensity of my orgasm. These orgasms were draining me, he was fucking the life out of me! As he felt my cum subside, Mike pushed my shoulders down again to the bed, and he put both hands on my back of my little ass, it was so small compared to his big strong hands. With my ass held in place, he thrust his long erection in and out of me faster and faster. I could feel him go so deep, spreading me so open. This time, I didn't need anything on my clit, except his balls time to time. I was getting drilled masterfully, I started wailing nonsensically, and I had another mini-orgasms just a couple minutes later.

Mike's legs must have hurt from maintaining that position hovering above me, so he pulled out and sat back on his ass. My whole body hurt, but I wanted to keep fucking, this was awesome beyond fantasy. I mean, pick a guy out of a crowd, just because he looks good, and he turns into this good of a fuck? I was in heaven. I gasped for air until my breathing seemed a bit more normal, then pushing sweaty, matted hair out of my face and off my shoulders, I rolled around to look at Mike. His nice dick was still standing out of his pelvis, straight up, dripping with my juices.

"Come here," he smiled, reaching to take my hands in his. He pulled me in a crawl over to him, and our mouths met again. Fuck, I loved kissing him. So soft and tender, yet energetic, powerful. His tongue filled my mouth, licked my teeth and cheeks and danced around my tongue. As I slipped my tongue into his mouth, he softly sucked it, tugged at it, his hands wandering on my small back and coming around to grope my naked tits again, pinching my nipples.

I caught sight beyond Mike of the location of one of the hidden cameras. I sure hoped Dave was watching every minute of this, seeing how much I was enjoying it. I loved showing off for Dave. But, you know, I was having way too much fun for this just to be for Dave's pleasure. In fact, I wanted this to be just for myself too, now, I was Mike's slut tonight, not Dave's.

And a nasty, rule-breaking idea came to my mind.

"Mmm baby," I moaned into our kiss, putting my sore arms around Mike's shoulders, "I'm all hot and sweaty, wanna fuck me in the shower or bath?"

Now, this was going to be out of range of any camera. Dave kind of commented, you know, I should try to keep the sex in the room so he could see it. I didn't disagree, and I never planned anything else. But now, kissing this wonderful lover, I just wanted to put my own stamp on the evening, do something fun and out-of-control, and maybe rile Dave up a little. I bet he'd love it, what a little slut he's let loose in me!

Kissing the entire time, we wandered nude into the bathroom. As soon as we were in it, I made sure to keep the door open, so Dave could hear things -- just not see. Mike didn't seem to mind the door being open. God, standing there leaning up to kiss him, his prick was pulsating against my chest and ribcage, I just wanted it back in my cunt so bad. He bent down and shoved his tongue in my mouth, while his hands stroked my tits or dropped down to finger my clitty and asshole a bit. We actually just leaned against the wall of the bathroom, making out, not really doing anything to make a bath or shower.

Mike wanted it in the shower. Faster, I guess. He turned on the water and stepped in, and I followed. For Dave's benefit, I moaned, "Mmm, shower sex huh, I never get that at home!" I made sure to say it loud enough, but not to draw Mike's attention to my voice. I couldn't take my eyes off of Mike's huge penis as we went into the water, making out still, the water heating us and slickening our skin as we made out. He pressed that dick against me and I sucked his magical tongue, while I let him play with my titties.

I broke the kiss eventually, dropping to my knees in front of Mike's fantastic erection. "I'm gonna suck your cock!" I announced, hoping my voice made it to a microphone in the other room. Mike nodded, looking down at me, leaning back against the water. That dick was pointed right at me. On my knees, I put my hands on his thighs to steady myself, and I leaned forward. Slurp. I licked water from the head, then licked down to the base, then back up. I flicked my tongue around the head, followed by sucking the head in my mouth and swallowing it greedily. I rolled my eyes up to my lover, who was mesmorized staring down at me. I smiled at the effect I was having on him. I kept licking the head, even backing off just to make his cock dance around by hitting it with my tongue, until I thrust forward and shoved more of that meat into my mouth.

Mike's hands were on my head, feeling me bob, guiding me. I sucked him loudly, making gutteral, almost choking sounds as the head of his cock went back to my throat. I was scared to deep-throat him not only because it might prove I was pretty experienced, but because frankly he was so big, I was a little afraid. So I just bobbed my head and pumped my mouth up and down his long, hard shaft, sucking the helmet and a few good inches of the top of the dick. I grasped his balls in a hand, fondling them as I sucked.

"Baby I'm gonna cum," Mike surprisingly announced. So much for shower sex! Just a shower blowjob.

I kept one hand on his balls, my other hand now wrapped around the base of his penis. Fuck, I know how to suck cock, I don't care if he finds out. My lips swallowed the head as my hand pumped the shaft, milking his dick from both directions. Mike was gasping about me, telling me how great it was. I looked up at him again, smiling with his cock in me. I sucked harder, deeper, my lips going down his penis until they met my fist pumping the bottom portion. He was making those wincing noises, meaning he was holding back a cum.

I wanted it so badly. Now I am not a fan of swallowing sperm; really too icky for me, although I do it when I have to. But I love cum on my face. Just as I felt Mike about to spew, I pulled back, jerking him off rapidly with one hand, smiling up to him, pointing his cock at my face. Mike quickly grabbed his dick from me, replacing my hand with his, and jerked himself off. I kept still, looking up at him submissively, smiling, offering my little pretty Chinese face to his hot white cum.

"Cum for me honey!" I groaned.

Immeditely I felt it, a splatter on my chin. "Yeah, cum on your slut!" I exclaimed again, which resulted in another splotch of hot, oozing jism landing on my cheek. Eyes never coming off of his, I remained still, his penis ejaculating his second load of the night onto my face, glob after glob shooting then dripping out onto me. It warmed my skin, made me feel slimy and slutty.

I took back his dick from him, pumping it a last few times, getting every drop out, then I opened my mouth and licked off his sperm. That's tasty to me; it's pretty wet now, mixes well with saliva. I cleaned off his cock and looked up at him with his semen all over my cheeks, chin and lips.

Mike pulled me to my feet, kissing me, not caring I had his sperm on my face and lips. I love a man who does that! We made out again, while one of his hands slide down my little tummy to my pussy. I spread for him as he began touching my hole, wanting to enter. Since he just spewed, I assumed he'd fingerfuck me now so I could get some sex here, but he had other plans. As I looked down, his cock was still hard -- just like my husband Dave, he wasn't going down after his cum.

"Oh Mike!" I was genuinely surprised. He grinned at me, proud of himself. He was turning me around, my face against the tiles of the shower wall, forcing me to stick my ass out at him. I was going to get it from behind again.

"I'm gonna fuck you again," he told me for no good reason.

"Yeah, baby, fuck your slut!" I looked back at him longingly. "I love how huge your big man-size cock is, fuck me with it!"

I screamed as his dick entered me from behind. I felt the hot water landing on my ass, soaking the place where he was fucking me. His cock pushed into my pussy again, and he got so deep so fast once more. Standing in the shower, we couldn't move too fast, but it was nice to feel his thick presence in me as the shower poured hot water on us. Very relaxing and sensual. A slow, deep fuck.

I kept my hands on the wall, to steady myself, but time to time dipped a hand under me to engage my clitoris, which was throbbing for attention. Mike had a hand on my little butt the entire time, steadying himself, with another hand on the wall, spicket, or sometimes my tit. We looked back at each other often, muttering little love sayings like, "Ooh that's good," or "Oh yess," or just "Yessss," or "Mmmm yeahhh." The talking continued like that pretty nonstop, just little sexy phrases, indications of total pleasure.

I could tell Mike's dick must have been a little sore; he was not pushing it as fast as he had done previously. Since I wasn't trying to hurt my lover, I smiled at him and indicated for him to pull out. He did, allowing me to turn and lean up to kiss him again.

He took the opportunity to do something else for me. "Claudia, you told me earlier you use toys a lot?"

I giggled. "Yeah, when my husband isn't around."

Mike snickered at his idea, which he then told me. "I would love to watch you play with yourself -- would you fuck yourself here in the shower while I watched?" He saw the smile on my face, which was his answer. "I guess your husband doesn't like watching you finger yourself?"

I shook my head, trying to look sad about this lie. "Oh, no, never."

Mike's enthusiasm to watch me masturbate was exciting. He lowered himself to sit on his ankles in the shower, the water falling around the back of his shoulders. I leaned back against the wall of the shower, putting one foot up on the top edge of the tub, one of my hands grabbing a small towel rack on the wall of the shower. Grinning at him, his eyes about level with my vagina, I put my other hand down to my clit and began softly carressing that hardened knob of flesh. "Ooh Mike, you make me so horny," I grunted, toying with my clitty, "I wanna cum for you so badly."

"Do it," he encouraged hoarsely, not taking his eyes off of my clit and cunt.

I leaned my shoulders into the wet wall, grabbing the towel rack hard, and began pumping my fingers on my clit. As I became more excited, my fingers pushed down farther each time, running from clit to pussylips. I wasn't entering myself, I was just enjoying the feeling of my clitty and hairless, bald lips. I love shaved pussies, I love touching them and eating them. It was so much better having this sexy man stare at my cunt as I worked it over. I was getting more horny, hotter, my knees were weaker and my pussy ached for attention. I shoved my pelvis forward more, leaning back almost hanging on the towel rack now, my other hand feverishly flying on my cunt. It was so fucking wet, aided by some water from the shower splattering on it.




Hot Wifey Cheats with Bar Stud



"Mike!" I screamed, closing my eyes.

I felt it coming, I pushed my hand down and jammed two fingers into my cunt. Oh there it was! I pumped them into me, stretching myself, satisfying the aching in my pussy. Then I quickly withdrew my fingers and ground them onto my clitoris again, and that brought out my orgasm. "MIKE! YESSSS!" My fingers vibrated on my clit as it erupted with its energy, shooting through my body, I wanted to fall from the wall and sink into a fleshy pile in the tub. My hand kept sawing at my clit like it was made of violin strings, making sweet bodily sounds of my orgasm. I peeled an eye open to see Mike watching a couple feet away, grinning, seeing me bring myself over the top.

"Oh fuck baby," my story continued, "the things you make me do!"

He leaned forward, pulling my hand away, planting his mouth on my clit. I screamed from that too now. His tongue worked around my clit, just as my fingers had been doing, and I put my hand on his head to hold myself against him. Mike gave me a tongue-thrashing as I moaned above him, pushing my aching vagina into his mouth and face, wanting to cum again for him. I grabbed the towel rack above me with one hand and my other hand gripped the shower curtain -- probably a mistake -- to do anything I could to hold myself up. His tongue was insatiable, his lips too, sucking and licking my clitty and the flesh around it, then going down to my cunt hole and shoving inside it, stretching me, fucking me.

"Fuck me with your tongue!" I yelled, entirely for Dave's benefit as he listened in (I hoped). Dave? Fuck him, why do I care?

Wiggling my ass in front of Mike's face, one foot on the tub bottom and the other on the tub's top edge, I had another orgasm from Mike's tongue. Shit, how he did this to me! And when that little orgasm subsided, he kept going, and you know, I had another cum like that. And more I think. I don't know, it was a continuous stream of lust and sex. I hung against the shower wall while Mike had his mouth planted on me, and he just licked licked licked, and I came came came. It was draining, exhilarating, fun.

Mike knew right when to finish, when my hands were almost unable to grasp onto anything to keep myself upright. He rose to his feet, kissing me endlessly, holding my small body against his in the hot water while our tongues danced together again.

All of the tongue-fucking and my many orgasms had made his cock erect again, which I found as my hand clasped around it. "Fuck me again, Mike," I moaned into our kiss, "I need it again!"

Mike broke our kiss, and in a series of swift, efficient moves, he turned off the water, tossed aside the curtain, and stepped into the bathroom. With my hand in his, I was not far behind. Both dripping of water and other liquids, Mike didn't waste time, he stepped over to the toilet and closed the lit. Sitting on it, spreading his legs wide, his cock stood out of his crotch like a rocket. I swear, it looked like it rose up to his nipples or something, as he hunched down, that fat prick looked so fucking big!

He took both my hands and guided me over to him, straddling him, my feet on the floor. I had to raise up my little body, literally standing over him now as he sat on the closed toilet, his dick under my pussy. With my tits in his face, his hands on my hips, he pushed me down and I felt that prick at my vagina again. I shuddered, grunted, and squatted down, and I was fucking him again. This man had his big cock in my married pussy once more, where it belonged tonight. Mike kept his hands on my hips as I moved down on him, until I felt his balls against my asscheeks.

Both still dripping wet, he licked the water drops from my breasts, and he pulled my exceedingly long hair back into place so it clung to my back, all the way down my spine. "I love your hair," he grinned, his hands stroking my long wet flocks.

I put my hands on the top of the toilet tank lid, steadying myself facing him, rising up on just the balls of my feet on the floor. I pumped myself steadily now, raising and lowering myself, making his cock fill my cunt until I was all the way down, then moving up again.

"Fuck me Mike, I love you," I groaned into his eyes, then kissed him deeply. His hands were wandering on my back and buttocks now, his long, strong fiingers easily covering my small, perky little buttocks. I screwed him on the toilet slowly now, like in the shower, up and down in long, deliberate motions, deep and satisfying. We kept kissing and moaning with each other, holding onto each other, fucking steadily and dramatically.

He snickered in my face with a self-aggrandizing question. "Does your husband ever fuck you like this, I mean, this many times in one night?"

I hardly had to answer, he knew it already. "Nope," I lied, smiling and shaking my head. "You're incredible, Mike, you're what I needed tonight."

"Just tonight?"

His question sounded a little stand-off-ish, like he was going to argue. If he had thoughts this would be a regular event, I wasn't going to disagree; I'd fuck him again! But, somehow he'd have to learn I'm not exactly as inexperienced as I led him to believe; I do have regular times with several guys. He could easily be another one of them, but it might not be what he wants to hear. His precious little Chinese flower, actually a depraved, cock-loving cumwhore.

I didn't answer his question, I just smiled at him and fucked him slowly. It was good, deep sex, but not enough for either of us. Too constraining. I climbed off of him, and we went back into the bedroom. Oh, well, Dave could see this I guess. I love this particular position, and went right for it. I sat my ass on the corner of the bed, my feet dangling on the floor. Mike came to stand in front of me, over me. As I leaned back, he let me hook my knees over his arms, raising my legs up, and my ass slid a bit off the bed. My open pussy was literally hovering in the air, waiting for him. All he had to do was step forward and fuck me.

"YESSS!" I screamed as his cock drove into my vagina again. He got so deep so fast, which is why I love fucking on the corner of the bed. His body was not touching anything other than my vagina, besides holding my legs up and standing on the floor. He could effortlessly push forward, and the tip of his cock was at the very farthest depths of the tube he was fucking. I loved this deep-dick feeling, I moaned in delight, begging him to fuck me harder. He began slamming me, really pounding me, ramming himself into me with his last ounces of fury.

The fucking on the corner of the bed did it for both of us, quickly, given how deep he was and how over-aroused I had become. I had a mini-orgasm, which set him off on his last orgasm, this one also deep in my pussy, although by now I doubted he had any sperm left to shoot. Didn't matter, we came together and then collapsed on the bed, kissing and cuddling.

I picked Thursday night to do this, for a reason. Mike, of course, had work in the morning. We swapped spit on the bed for a while, then he announced he had to get home. It was well past 1 a.m., which was maybe earlier than I'd wanted to stop, but I didn't argue. I took his phone number, not sure if I'd call it again, and remained nude on the bed as he dressed. Then with another round of kissing and his hands groping my tits and ass, he was off into the night.

As I flopped back on the bed, I knew it was only a matter of moments. Sure enough, just a minute or two later, Dave let himself into my room with the extra key he'd taken.

"Baby?" He came in wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt, and those pants had a large tent in them. "Claudia, you were amazing."

I giggled to myself, then looked at my husband and smiled.

"Yeah," I had to agree, nodding my head, "I was, wasn't I?"