I woke up the next morning to Mike sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me and rubbing my back. His hand slipped under the blanket to reach up my shirt and then down under my panties. He squeezed a handful of my ass, kneading it.
I moaned and turned toward him slowly, not wanting to interrupt.
“Good morning,” I said groggily.
Without opening my eyes, I ran my hands on him, up his arm to squeeze his shoulder, and over his lap to feel if he was hard.
“I have to go in a minute,” he chuckled, allowing me to grope him.
I groaned disappointedly as I squeezed my hand around his bulge, feeling it stiffen from the attention. “You should stay and be a little late.”
“I can’t do that, but I do have something for you if you’ll open your eyes.”
“Is it hard and wet and yummy?”
“Wet and yummy, yes. Hard, not so much.”
“Feels like it’s getting there, though,” I said, continuing to play with him through his pants.
“Someone’s still in a horny mood after last night. Are you thinking about how much you wanted to fuck Ben?”
My chest tightened. From his tone, I couldn’t tell if Mike was being playful or if he was upset. I finally opened my eyes, needing to see his expression to get a read on his mood.
“I’m still thinking about how you fucked me last night,” I said, smiling up at him.
“Even though it wasn’t what you really wanted?”
Shit. I knew I had to do some damage control. But it frustrated me that even the mention of trying a threesome, which we’d both talked about wanting, seemed to cause a problem.
“Being with you is always what I want,” I said, honestly. Then I reached around to give Mike’s ass a few playful squeezes, too.
That did the trick. He smiled and softened. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a dick about this. I want to give you everything you want, but I guess it’s making me feel more insecure than I thought it would.”
“Well, I’m glad you told me. I would never want to make you feel that way,” I said, feeling like an asshole as the words came out.
Then I glanced over to the side table and saw that the “hot and wet” surprise he’d brought me was coffee and a pastry. It was a thoughtful gesture that made me feel more guilty.
“Thank you,” I said, sitting up and reaching for the coffee to take a sip.
“You’re welcome. Have you decided what you’re going to do today?”
The way he asked made me paranoid that he knew about the plans I was tempted to make with Ben. I’d deleted our texts and the call history before falling asleep the night before, but I wondered if maybe I wasn’t quiet enough hiding out in the bathroom as we masturbated together over FaceTime the night before. But I knew I had to play it cool and hoped it was just an innocent question.
“I think I’m gonna walk along the waterfront and maybe do some shopping.”
“Sounds fun,” Mike said, not giving anything away with his tone.
“Do you still want to go out to the Mexican restaurant around the corner for dinner after you’re done with work tonight?”
“Yeah. I’ll probably be finished right around 6. Should I meet you back here so we can walk over after that?”
“Sure, that sounds good.”
“Okay. I have to go. Hope you have a good day.”
Mike leaned in to kiss my cheek before getting up and gave my ass one more squeeze. I hoped that meant things were mostly okay.
“You too. Send me a picture if you meet anyone famous at the convention.”
“I will.”
I waited until I heard the door click closed, then sighed and leaned back against the headboard. The night’s sleep didn’t really help me make up my mind, but I knew that the conversation I’d just had with Mike should have. I felt guilty about everything I’d already done and knew that it would be a terrible idea to do anything else behind his back.
But it also still felt so damn tempting. The way Ben made me cum so fast on his fingers at the tequila bar made me think sex could be really great between us. And that was before I even saw his impressive cock. Plus, we had a pretty good setup to make it happen discreetly. It felt so easy. And if I was honest with myself, the naughtiness of doing it behind Mike’s back made it even more of a turn on for me, as wrong as I knew that was.
I took a few more sips of coffee and a couple bites of the pastry, then I got up to take a shower, still unsure of what I would do.
As I turned on the water, my phone chimed with an incoming text. A quick glance down and I saw it was from Ben. Of course.
Ben: Good morning. Just checking in, I know Mike must be at work by now lol
I smiled and picked up my phone to text back.
Ally: That’s correct lol
Ally: Good morning. I’m still not sure what I want to do.
Ben: lol
Ben: No worries, I get it. If you’re having doubts, we shouldn’t push it. I wouldn’t want you to end up regretting it or causing any problems.
Ben: Besides, I could always arrange a trip up to the office near you guys soon if he comes around ;)
Ally: haha, that’s true
As grateful as I was that Ben was being so understanding and letting me off easy, part of me wished he’d be more pushy, to make it easier for me to go along with everything with a lighter conscience. But I knew it was for the best. Damn it.
I got in the shower then, wallowing in my guilt and mixed feelings. When I got out, I had another text waiting.
Ben: What are you up to today, then? Need any sightseeing tips?
Ally: Maybe. I was thinking about walking around by the shops near the water and the piers.
Ben: That’s cool. Sounds like a fun day
Ally: Yeah
Ally: Maybe the second most fun thing I can think of lol
Ben: Haha
Ben: And what would be the first? ;)
Ally: I think we just ruled it out
Ben: Well, if it’s your first choice, maybe we need to revisit the ruling out procedure
Ben: How about a pros and cons list? That always helps me make decisions
Ally: lol
Ally: I don’t know if that would be a good idea
Ben: Maybe just the Pros then? That will be easy
Ally: Haha
Ally: Sounds like trouble
Ben: You seem to like trouble, though ;)
Ben: I’d say that fits on the Pros list
Ally: lol
Ben: What are you thinking about wearing to the shops?
I shook my head at the phone and sighed when I saw that message, unsure how to respond. So I didn’t. I let it linger for a few minutes while I got ready, contemplating whether I should shut things down once and for all or continue flirting along. I knew what I wanted to do, and that seemed to keep winning out. Better judgment be damned.
Ally: I brought another dress to wear
Ben: Is this one kinda short like the one you wore last night?
Ally: It’s about the same, about mid-thigh
Ben: Don’t suppose you forgot the rest of your underwear at home?
I noticed my cheeks were hurting from smiling so much at my phone as I let things with Ben build up again.
Ally: lol
Ally: Maybe I can forget them at the hotel
Ben: I think you should
Ben: And maybe I’ll happen to be in the area shopping, too
Fuck. The thought of meeting up with Ben in public again was even more of a turn on. My pussy throbbed as I imagined all the possibilities.
Ally: What would you do if we bumped into each other?
Ben: That would be up to you
Ally: What would you want to do?
He started and stopped typing a few times, which made me smirk to myself, wondering if he was hesitating about how much he should say, or just thinking through exactly what he would actually want.
Finally, his text came through.
Ben: I’d want to find a semi-private place to pull you aside so I could push your skirt up and pull your top down. I’d want to touch you and taste you, and feel your hands and mouth on me, too. If it was private enough, I’d want to bend you over and cover your mouth with my hands to keep you quiet as I fucked your slutty married pussy hard and deep.
Well, fuck. Imagining all of that caused my pussy to clench. I was desperate to feel the thrill of doing something so risky with someone so off-limits.
Ally: Why do I get the feeling I’m not the first married lady you’ve seduced? Lol
Ben: haha
Ben: Does that mean it’s working? ;)
Ally: I guess we’ll find out
Ben: Heading out to the shops?
My heart hammered in my chest as I teetered on the verge of letting go. Then I typed out another message and quickly hit send before I could talk myself out of it.
Ally: In a few minutes. Maybe I’ll see you there ;)
The thrill didn’t dissipate as I finished getting ready to go, as I rode down the elevator, or as I walked towards Seaport Village. A warm, gentle breeze tickled my bare pussy under my dress. My nipples were hard and poked through my clothes as I browsed the shops.
I knew it would take Ben some time to get there, but the thought of other strangers noticing me made me want to show off even more. At that point, I finally made the decision to embrace spontaneity and the freedom to do anything that felt good.
So, I ducked into a fitting room in one store, grabbing a random top to pretend to try on. Instead, I just took off my bra and stashed it in my purse, taking a minute to check myself out in the mirror. I liked how apparent my hard nipples were with just the thin fabric of my dress covering them. With a new tingle of exhibitionist excitement, I headed back out of the store, blushing and smiling.
Wetness pooled between my thighs as I continued shopping amongst the crowd of other tourists, feeling the heat of the sun on my bare shoulders, the gentle, tingling friction of my dress brushing over my hard nipples as I walked along, and a slight sheen of stickiness on my skin from the humid air.
By the time I saw Ben, I already felt on the brink of orgasm.
He smiled from a distance, his eyes poring over me.
I smiled back, glancing down to check out the bulge in his shorts.
“You look like you’re having fun,” he said, as soon as we were close enough for me to hear him.
“I am,” I confirmed, feeling a fresh tingle of excitement from his proximity. Then I looked around before taking a step closer and letting my fingertips brush over the front of his shorts. “How about you?”
“I would say I’m very excited to see you,” Ben said, smirking. “I tried to come prepared. I doubled up on underwear to contain things as much as possible. But I’ve been fucking throbbing since I got your texts.”
My chest heaved, and I bit my lip, looking down and letting my eyes linger on him. “It’s still pretty apparent. Only so much you can do to hide that.”
“Fuck,” Ben muttered, chuckling and leaning down until his lips brushed against my ear, his hand snaking around my waist and down to grope my ass. “I need to feel you, Ally. Right fucking now.”
I sighed, gripping a handful of his shirt in my fist and holding him close as my nipples brushed against his chest.
“C’mon, let’s go,” he said then, taking my hand and leading me off through the crowd.
We both looked around, trying to spot a place where we’d have some semi-privacy. After a few minutes of searching and laughing together, I spotted a new shop under construction that was tented off on one side.
“Maybe in there?” I asked, squeezing Ben’s hand to hold him back and pointing toward the stall.
“Let’s check it out,” he agreed.
We walked over, and I looked around to make sure there weren’t any security guards in the area, or anyone else watching us too closely. We found a seam in the cloth tarp and peeked inside to find that the structure of the shop was already built, but still unfinished. There was just enough room for us to squeeze inside, but our feet might be visible to people walking by or looking from a distance. And if a strong breeze blew, the tarp might blow open enough for someone to see inside. It was definitely risky.
“What do you think?” Ben asked, smirking at me and then glancing around too, checking that our coast was still clear.
I just smiled back and nodded, pushing on his chest to urge him through the opening into the stall and following right behind.
As soon as we were inside, we came together wordlessly. I couldn’t say who kissed whom first, but it didn’t matter. I moaned and sucked on Ben’s tongue and our limbs tangled as we groped at one another and struggled to push clothing aside.
I reached for his bulge right away, rubbing and squeezing before opening his shorts and reaching into his doubled-up underwear barrier to pull out his hard cock and balls. I wrapped my hands around him, caressing and stroking.
Ben groaned into my mouth, losing focus on the kiss as I rubbed my thumb over his head, using his leaking pre-cum to lube his thick, hard shaft.
He seemed to recover after a few moments, though, and squeezed my ass, pulling me against him. He lifted my dress and pressed himself into me, grabbing my bare pussy and rubbing, pressing two fingers into my slit.
My head rolled back, and I moaned louder than I should have, already so close after building myself up all morning.
Ben held me around the waist to support me as he kicked my legs apart and pushed two fingers into me. They slipped in easily, and my wetness was audible as he started fingering me hard and fast, his palm hitting my clit with every upward thrust of his hand.
“Oh fuck, Ben!” I moaned as he kissed and sucked on my neck, groaning into my ear.
“You’re so wet. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. You’re such a horny married slut, aren’t you, Ally?”
“Fuck!” I gasped, clenching.
“That’s it. I want you to cum for me. Make that taken pussy cum again on my fingers. Soak my hand. Your holes belong to me now, and I’m going to fill them all.”
Ben’s words brought me over the edge, and I struggled not to yell out as I held his hand down on me and rode the waves of my orgasm, writhing in his arms and grinding on him.
He moaned into me and kept thrusting with his hand until I finally had to push it away once I got too sensitive. Suddenly, all the sounds around us came rushing back as my senses recovered. Seagulls cawing, people's chatter, and music playing from hidden speakers all around. It all seemed muted following my orgasm, though, and my ears were ringing.
“Get on your fucking knees,” Ben growled, pushing down on my shoulder before I’d fully recovered, while he fisted and stroked his cock.
I moaned and smirked up at him as I let him guide me down, knowing that anyone paying attention around us could see Ben’s feet and my knees on the ground under the tarp, and it wouldn’t be hard to deduce what was happening.
I wrapped my hands around his cock, stroking and cupping his balls right away as I leaned in to swirl my tongue around his tip, moaning as I tasted the pre-cum leaking from his slit.
Even though we were in a risky spot and I was so incredibly worked up, I took my time teasing him, rubbing my tongue over his frenulum and pressing it into his slit as I squeezed my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking slowly.
Ben groaned and slid his fingers into my hair, combing it back and then resting his hands on the back of my head.
My pussy tingled when he put his hands on me like that and I smirked to myself, determined to go on teasing him until he lost patience and took more.
I flicked and swirled my tongue along the underside of his cock, then slid down further to do the same to his balls.
He tensed in reaction and pressed my head down, so I took his balls into my mouth and moaned as I sucked on them and rubbed them with my tongue. His slightly musky, manly smell drove me wild as he smothered me in his crotch.
“Oh fuck! Suck my balls, you dirty slut.”
I continued stroking him as I worshiped his ball sac, moaning and sucking eagerly. The throbbing in my pussy became too distracting at that point, so I reached under my dress to rub myself.
Ben groaned. “You fucking love that, don’t you? Such a slutty wife, getting off by sucking on your husband’s coworker’s balls.”
I moaned affirmatively as I sucked, looking up at him from underneath his long, thick cock.
He took over stroking, rubbing his cock all over my face and slapping me with it while he held my head in place with his other hand.
“Look how easily you’ve turned into a whore for my dick. You’re dying for me to fuck your face, aren’t you?”
“Mmhmm,” I moaned on him, rubbing my clit faster.
“Beg me to do it,” Ben commanded, gripping my hair and pulling my head back.
I felt every word throbbing inside me, as deep as I hoped to feel his cock. I was so far gone already, a panting, whimpering mess on my knees, that the thought of begging for his cock only turned me on more. Any question about whether I should be there no longer felt relevant.
“Please fuck my face, Ben. I want to feel your cock pushing down my throat. I want you to choke me on it. Don’t stop when I gag.”
“God, you’re such a sexy whore!” he moaned as he did just what I’d asked, gripping a fistful of my hair and pulling my head onto him as he pushed his hips forward, thrusting down my throat.
He held me down as I gagged, giving me a chance to adjust for just a few moments before pulling back and thrusting again.
“I never knew my coworker’s wife would turn out to be such an easy slut. The way you came onto me last night at the bar and asked your husband for permission to fuck me. It’s so hot that you want that. It turns me on so much to be taking what’s his.”
My moans got cut off as I gagged and choked, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled to maintain eye contact. Saliva dripped down my chin and chest as Ben pushed me backwards, holding my head against a cabinet as he continued thrusting, pinning me in place. In that position, I was forced to take as much of his cock as he gave me, and the back of my head bumped the hard wood with each of his thrusts. It felt like too much and exactly what I’d been needing all at once. I reached down to rub my soaking wet pussy as he used my mouth.
We both froze a few moments later when we heard voices close by, and Ben pulled back so that he could peek out through the seam in the tarps. It must’ve just been someone passing by, but it was enough to break the spell.
Ben pulled his shorts back up and closed them, tucking his cock away, then gave me a hand to help me up.
I stood and fixed my dress, wiping my face as best I could and smiling, laughing.
He smiled back and kissed me again, then buried his face in my neck, whispering in my ear again. “I don’t want to stop there.”
“I don’t either,” I agreed easily, nails digging into his arms as I shivered from his warm breath on my skin.
“Can we go back to your hotel? Take advantage of the time while Mike’s still at work, before I have to go in?” Ben asked, pulling back to make eye contact.
I pretended to still be contemplating it for a few moments longer, then agreed, nodding and smiling. “Yeah, I really want that.”
Ben smiled widely and kissed me again, then checked that the coast was clear before slipping out of the covered booth, holding my hand and pulling me with him.
The hotel was about half a mile away, but Ben used his phone to request an Uber, not wanting to waste any more time.
“I already parked at the hotel. Wishful thinking, I guess,” he admitted.
I laughed, feeling only a little strange that I’d given him the confidence to do so. It seemed I was kidding myself that I hadn’t already made up my mind about everything pretty much from the moment I laid eyes on Ben at the bar the night before.
During the short Uber drive, we continued fooling around, with less than discreet touching and whispering. I couldn’t allow the spell to break, or to give my guilty conscience any room to take over.
We separated as we entered the hotel, walking as quickly as we could toward the elevators without drawing attention.
As we passed the gift shop, I had a brief thought about picking up some condoms. Mike and I didn’t use them, so there were none in the room. I wondered if maybe it was another thing that Ben had planned for. But at the same time, I hoped he hadn’t. I was horny enough to let myself not think through the consequences of going without.
There were a few others on the elevator with us, so we restrained ourselves with just stolen glances and shared smiles until we got to the room. Ben stood behind me at the door as I let us in with my keycard, kissing my neck and grinding his hard cock against my ass.
“Get back on your knees next to the bed,” he growled into my ear as we stepped over the threshold together.
I hurried to do as he asked, kneeling down on the carpet as he pushed his pants and underwear down, standing over me as his hard cock sprung free once again.
We both allowed our moans to flow freely and loudly in the privacy of the hotel room as Ben continued fucking my face.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, Ally. I can’t wait to fuck you on the bed you’re sharing with your husband. God, your mouth feels so good. That’s it, take it. Suck my fucking dick. Show me how much of a slut you are, taking a new cock behind his back. You knew you wouldn’t be able to resist, didn’t you? I bet you wanted me to fuck you last night at the bar before you even asked for Mike’s permission. That horny, slutty pussy has been desperate for some new cock, hasn’t it?”
I rubbed my clit fast as Ben held my head and thrust into my mouth, his fingers under my chin, angling my jaw so that I was forced to keep looking up at him as I gagged on his cock, saliva dripping down to my chest. I tried pushing back on his thighs as I started choking, but he swatted my hands away and continued thrusting roughly, not letting me catch my breath.
“Don’t fucking stop rubbing your needy pussy, Ally. Be a good whore and cum for me while you choke on my dick. Show me how slutty you really are.”
The roughness and his dirty words brought me over the edge as I followed orders and resumed rubbing my throbbing clit until another big orgasm took over. I writhed on my knees and choked on my moans as Ben pushed my head down. He grunted and held my face to his pelvis, forcing his cock deep as it pulsed and shot spurts of cum straight down my throat.
“Fuck!” he growled, and finally released me once he finished cumming.
I gasped for air and moaned, falling back on my ass, chest heaving.
“Sorry, I kinda lost control there,” Ben said, seeing my reaction. “Was that okay?”
I just nodded at first, still panting and smiling. Then, when I recovered enough, I answered him. “Yeah, that was really hot.”
“Good,” he said, sounding more authoritative again after getting that reassurance. “Which side of the bed is his?”
I smirked and indicated the opposite side.
“I want you to lie on that side with your ass at the edge.”
“Okay,” I agreed easily, getting up to move into position, stripping my dress off on the way.
Ben followed and watched, stroking his still semi-hard cock as I got onto my back in front of him, legs bent and spread wide. Then he knelt beside the bed in front of me, pressing down on the backs of my thighs as he brought his tongue to my slit. He flicked and teased his way up and down between my lips, which were swollen with arousal.
“You taste just as sweet as I imagined,” he muttered, before pressing his tongue into me for more.
“Ohhh fuck!” I moaned, my head rolling back in pleasure.
Ben kept licking, flicking, teasing, and sucking as he looked up to watch my expressions, noting my reactions. His hands slid up my chest to squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples as he devoured my pussy.
When he settled in with his lips on my clit, alternating between sucking and flicking it with his tongue, my moans flowed freely and loudly. I looked down to watch him, holding my hand on the back of his head and grinding on his tongue.
Then he slid his right hand back down to his own lap, and I noticed the jerking motion in his shoulder and upper arm.
“Oh god, I’m cumming!” I yelled, spasming suddenly as I watched Ben jerking himself off as he went down on me.
He groaned and released his cock to clamp his hands around my thighs, burying his face in my pussy and not letting up as I writhed and bucked and smothered his face.
When I finally came down and released the vise-like grip of my thighs around Ben’s head, he hissed in a breath and moaned, squeezing and slapping my ass and the backs of my thighs.
“I need to fuck you now, Ally,” he said, getting up quickly and pulling on my ankles, spinning me around on the bed and guiding me back further as he climbed over me.
Ben didn’t stop until I was on my back with my head on Mike’s pillow. He hovered over me, kneeling between my legs and rubbing the head of his cock along my slit, grinding and slapping it on my clit.
“I didn’t bring any condoms,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“I don’t have any,” I replied, my voice soft as my heart hammered in my chest.
We just stared at each other as he kept grinding on me, the head of his thick cock just barely pushing between my lips, spreading them slightly. I knew he was giving me a chance to object, and I knew I should. But I didn’t want him to stop. In that moment, I just needed to feel his cock inside me, stretching me. The intense lust left no room in my brain to entertain any consequences.
As if he was reading my mind, Ben slid into me suddenly, sinking his big cock deep into my pussy with a loud groan, not waiting for any verbal consent. The way he took what he wanted from me turned me on way more than I knew it should.
Ben pulled back, sliding nearly all the way out of me before sinking back in with one fast, deep thrust. He repeated that pattern several times, holding himself up on the bed over me.
I let out a yelp with each powerful thrust, my face contorting in pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, sounding like he was barely holding onto control.
“Oh god,” I gasped. “Your cock feels so good stretching me.”
Ben grunted and leaned back onto his knees, tugging me closer by my hips and fucking me harder and faster, pounding into me until I was yelling out and cursing, reaching down to rub my clit.
“That’s it, Ally. Be a good married slut and cum on my fucking cock. Holy fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight!”
I kept rubbing, and he kept thrusting, both of us moaning and growling until I went over the edge again, spasming and screaming through my orgasm.
Ben didn’t let up until I finished, then pulled back, slapping the side of my upper thigh near my ass.
“Turn around and get on all fours,” he ordered, stroking his cock as he sat back on his heels and waited.
I did as he said, quickly and eagerly switching positions, and backing up toward him.
Ben squeezed my ass with both hands, spreading my cheeks apart and looking down at my exposed holes. Then he leaned down to taste me again, pushing his tongue into my pussy before licking his way up to my asshole and lapping at it.
“Oh, fuck!” I yelped, falling down to my elbows as I looked over my shoulder.
I watched as Ben stroked his cock and rimmed my ass, moaning as he rolled his tongue in circles around my puckered hole and sucked on the surrounding skin.
It felt indescribably good. I reached back to rub my clit and pussy fast and hard, cumming again almost immediately.
“Fuck!” Ben muttered into my ass, groaning as he pulled back and moved into position behind me, thrusting hard and deep into my clenching pussy.
Feeling him inside me again extended my orgasm, and I writhed and bucked on his cock as it rolled through me, not letting up on my clit.
As I came down and my pussy gradually relaxed around his cock, Ben resumed fucking me harder, faster, and deeper. He rubbed circles around my asshole with his thumb, then plunging it in and out.
It was at that point that I started feeling out of control of my body. I struggled to keep rubbing my clit, moaning and screaming with my face down in the bed as Ben fucked me through at least three or four more orgasms, though it became too difficult to keep count, or to determine where one ended and the next began. I felt my moans getting hoarse and barely heard them over the ringing in my ears.
Ben grunted and pulled out suddenly, stroking himself over me and cumming on my ass, rubbing it onto my asshole with his still-hard cock. He groaned, breathing hard and kneading my ass in his hands as he watched his thick cum dripping down. Then he swiped it up with his thumb and used it as lube as he continued to finger my ass, this time starting with his pointer finger and quickly adding his middle finger as well, rubbing around my asshole and stretching me open, probing gradually deeper.
The sensation drove me crazy, moaning and writhing, then pushing back onto his fingers, riding them and begging for more.
“You want my cock in your ass now, don’t you?”
“Yess!” I moaned, reaching back to rub my clit again.
“Tell me!”
“I want you to fuck my ass, Ben! I want to cum with your cock in my ass!”
“God, you’re such a hot slut, Ally,” he groaned as he knelt up behind me again, stroking his still-hard cock and guiding himself to my asshole.
He started slowly and gently at first, pushing in gradually until the head of his cock slid past my tight opening.
“Fuck! Oh god, that’s so tight!”
I let myself adjust to the sensation and his size, moaning and rubbing my clit as I clenched and squeezed my ass around the head of Ben’s cock. Then I pushed back onto him further, riding his cock and encouraging him to thrust deeper and faster.
“Fuck, that’s good!” he growled, giving my ass another squeeze and then reaching forward to grip a fistful of my hair near the root and tugging hard.
“Oh, fuck!” I yelped, my pussy clenching as he yanked my head back, causing my back to arch.
“Such a sexy married slut, begging for my cock in all your holes,” Ben groaned as he held me by the hair and fucked my ass harder. “You dirty, slutty wife, letting me cum in your mouth and fuck you without a condom. Whoring yourself out for your husband’s coworker. I’m going to use you all day until I have to go to work. And you’re going to keep pushing Mike to allow me to fuck you while he watches. If he says yes, I’m going to come visit and do it again. If he doesn’t, I’m going to come anyway, and you’ll have to come up with an excuse to give him so you can come out with me and fuck me again. I’m going to keep using your married pussy as often as I can!”
I came again as Ben kept talking, so turned on by his dirty talk and the sensation of his cock in my ass as I rubbed my clit.
He growled and tugged harder on my hair when he felt it. “You fucking slut! Cumming over and over on another guy’s cock! How many fucking times have you cum on my dick so far? Do you even know? I’ve fucking lost count. Such a hotwife whore!”
I moaned and yelled out, still cumming.
Ben let go of my hair, grabbing my ass and slapping it hard, then squeezing, digging his fingers in so deep that they’d surely leave marks. Then he leaned over me and pushed down on the back of my head, pressing my face into the bed and pinning me down as he pounding my ass relentlessly until he came again, filling my ass with a loud grunt.
I moaned, panting as I turned my head to the side to take a breath.
Once he finished, Ben pulled out slowly and flopped down on the bed beside me on his back, and I slid down from my knees to rest on my stomach. We were both sweating and breathing hard, then looked at each other and started laughing.
“That was the single hottest experience of my life so far,” Ben gushed. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard. Definitely not three times in a row.”
I smiled broadly when he said that. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve felt that good, too. It feels like exactly what I’ve been needing.”
Ben reached down to give my ass another playful slap. “Same here.”
We lay around talking for a while. Ben got up to get us a couple of water bottles from the mini fridge. Then my stomach grumbled loudly mid-sentence, and I realized I was starving.
“I can go down to the lobby and get us something from one of the restaurants,” Ben offered.
I smiled and agreed, thanking him, and feeling happy that he apparently really intended to stay the day with me until he had to get to work.
After getting cleaned up, Ben left in search of food. I took my turn in the bathroom while he was gone, looking in the mirror and checking myself for any marks. My ass was definitely red from all the squeezing and slapping, but I didn’t think there would be any lasting marks.
It wasn’t until I looked up at my face in the mirror's reflection that I noticed how big my smile was. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel any guilt about what I’d done, but it wasn’t as much as I thought I probably should feel. Then again, it was hard to feel guilty about something that made me feel that good. And no matter how many “shoulds” I came up with, they didn’t change what I really wanted, deep down.
When Ben got back with the food, we ate and talked and joked around together some more.
“So, do you think I broke your seal? Are the floodgates open now?” he teased.
“What do you mean?” I asked, smirking back as I took a bite of my sandwich.
“Do you think you’ll keep looking for others to cheat with when you get back home?”
I shrugged, contemplating the question. “I’m not sure. Maybe you helped me get it out of my system. And hopefully Mike will come around to sharing soon, and it won’t have to be a secret.”
“Do you think he will?”
I sighed. “I guess I don’t know. He says he wants it, too. But we’ve been doing the role playing and dirty talk thing for so long without any progress.”
“Does he know that you’re serious about it?”
“I guess he must know now, after last night!” I said, laughing.
Ben laughed with me.
“I guess that’s also part of what made me want to push things further this weekend. To make sure he knows it’s not just a fantasy for me.”
“Well, I, for one, am glad that you pushed things further this weekend,” Ben said, blushing and smirking as he took another bite of his sandwich.
“Me, too,” I laughed.
We finished eating and cleared away our trash, then ended up back on the bed together, brushing away crumbs.
“Hang on, you have a little something…” Ben said, touching the corner of his lip.
I brought my hand to my mouth to brush away whatever he was indicating, but then he leaned in and caught my lips with a surprise kiss. I laughed and kissed him back.
We kept going, lying back on the bed together, allowing things to progress more slowly this time as our food settled. He kissed down my neck and to my chest, taking his time to kiss, lick, suck on, and play with my breasts, focusing mainly on my nipples.
I moaned as he kept going, gently pinching and tweaking one nipple while he swirled his tongue around the other, then sucking and moaning. Before long, my pussy was throbbing again. I writhed and moaned, running my hands all over him and squeezing my thighs together.
Ben continued teasing me and building me up slowly, swatting my hand away from his cock when I tried to stroke him, and from my pussy when I tried to touch myself. Then he ran his hands up my arms to my wrists and pinned them down over my head, causing me to moan and writhe even more. He held my wrists with one hand, then tugged my legs apart roughly, rubbing and teasing between my legs, over my thighs. He took forever to reach my pussy, driving me crazy.
“Such a greedy whore,” he teased, speaking right into my ear, his lips brushing over my sensitive skin. “I’ve already made you cum so many times. You still want more?”
All I could do was squirm and moan as I felt his lips, tongue, and hot breath on my neck and ear until I was breathless and begging him again.
He swirled the tip of his tongue around my neck and behind my ear, sucking and biting my earlobes, nipping in different spots to test my reactions and drive me crazy. My pussy was sopping wet, and his fingers were still barely brushing over my slit.
“Please, Ben!” I begged, desperately.
“What does my little slut want?” he teased, removing his fingers.
I groaned and arched my hips up in response. “I want more of your fingers. And your mouth. I need more of you everywhere!”
He put his finger back, just barely pushing into my slit, making me buck my hips up to feel more of him. “Like that?”
“More, please!” I moaned, squirming in his arms.
He slowly slid his pointer finger into me and I started grinding on it right away, wiggling and wanting more of his fingers inside me.
“More!” I insisted.
Suddenly, his hand was gone, and I felt a sting as he lightly slapped me across my cheek. I gasped from the surprise, more so than the sensation.
“Such a greedy whore!” he barked before giving me what I wanted, pushing two fingers in as he buried his face in my neck, sucking and biting.
“Ahhhhh, fuck!” I yelped, clenching on his fingers.
He pushed them in further and curled upwards, expertly fingering and rubbing over my g spot.
“Cum on my fucking fingers then! Soak my fucking hand, you slut!” he growled into my ear, picking up speed and pressure with his fingers as he kept my wrists pinned down.
It was all too much. I came embarrassingly hard and fast, clenching and squeezing around his hand, back arching as I yelled out and moaned.
When I finally calmed down, I could hear my wetness on his fingers as he kept plunging them faster and deeper into my pussy.
“Such a good slut. You’re so fucking wet. I’m so hard for you. I want some more of your sweet, married pussy.”
“Yess,” I moaned, feeling hardly able to form words, much less coherent sentences. “Please!”
“Do you think you deserve more of my cock? Or my fingers? My tongue?” Ben taunted.
“Yess!” I answered, desperately.
“Tell me what you want, then. Beg for it.”
I groaned and whined, writhing on the bed as he kept me pinned down. “I want your mouth on me again. And more of your fingers. And I want your cock in my mouth again.”
“Yeah? You want me to choke on my cock again?” he taunted.
“Yess!” I moaned, pulling on my wrists, wanting them free so I could take what I wanted.
Ben released his grip on my wrists, getting up and climbing over me in a 69 position. He straddled my head first and angled his cock to my lips, first slapping it around my face a bit.
“Tongue out,” he ordered.
As soon as I complied, he slapped his cock on my extended tongue and all over my face. Then he stroked himself while dangling his balls over my open mouth, pushing them down between my lips.
I moaned as I licked and sucked on his balls, swirling my tongue around and rubbing them with my lips, making Ben moan louder.
“Good fucking girl,” he groaned, lifting momentarily only to lean forward over my head and push his cock between my lips, thrusting and fucking my mouth.
Almost right away, it felt like too much. I tried to push back on his hips, but rather than easing up when he felt my resistance, Ben only thrust harder and deeper, lowering his hips onto my head and fucking my face into the bed.
“Take my cock, you whore! Take more!” he taunted, reaching forward and rubbing his fingers fast over my clit as he fucked my face. “I’m not going to stop until you cum again.”
Ben kept thrusting hard and deep, making me gag and choke on his cock and my saliva. I could hardly breathe and started to panic a little.
He must’ve been able to tell because he held still suddenly.
“Breathe through your nose,” Ben directed in a warm yet firm voice. “You can take it. Just take a minute to adjust.”
I did as he instructed and focused on breathing through my nose while his cock filled my mouth. As I got used to the feeling, I began sucking him again, sliding my lips on his shaft and rubbing him with my tongue, arching my head back to take him deeper.
“Fuck… that’s a good girl. Just like that,” Ben said, gradually resuming his thrusts.
He continued more gently than before, kneeling over my head and thrusting slowly as he leaned forward to rub and lick my pussy, moaning into me.
I could feel myself building up again and moaned on his cock, my hips rocking instinctively.
Ben doubled-down, sucking on my clit as he plunged two fingers deep in my pussy and one in my ass.
“Fuck!” I yelped, the sound coming out garbled around his cock as I nearly choked on him again.
He leaned up and retracted his cock an inch or so, focused on making me cum.
The feeling of his warm, wet lips and tongue on my clit and his fingers inside me as I bucked my hips sent me over the edge again, writhing and moaning.
I’d barely finished cumming when Ben pulled back and knelt up over me, thrusting into my mouth just a couple more times before pulling back and stroking himself over me, shooting another load of cum all over my chest and stomach with a groan.
“Fuck!” Ben groaned.
He moved off of me, then crawled around to my side, straddling my chest and rubbing his cum around with his impressively still-hard cock. Then he knelt up to thrust into my mouth again, feeding it to me.
I cleaned him eagerly, moaning and licking, sucking.
“God, you’re such a hot, nasty slut, Ally. Mike has no idea, does he?”
I just moaned and shrugged, blushing a little from his question.
Ben moved down over me, rubbing his cock on my pussy and sliding into me again as I spread my legs around him.
I moaned as he kissed me deeply and sensuously, pulling my legs around him and then holding my shoulders as I wrapped my arms around him too, nails lightly scratching up and down his back. He fucked me deeply and slowly, a slower build than before, as we kissed and moaned together.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” Ben said, breathing into my neck. “One day with you isn’t going to be enough for me.”
I smiled and kissed him again, moaning and sighing as I enjoyed the pleasure from his slow thrusts.
“I’m so glad you decided to act out some of your fantasies with me. I really want to help you discover more of them. You’re so sexy, you deserve to have all the experiences you’ve ever imagined.”
“I want more, too,” I agreed, breathing harder as he built me up again with his words and escalating thrusts. “I want everything. I want more of your cock, more of your hands, more of your mouth. I want more of you treating me like the married slut I am.”
“Fuck!” Ben groaned. “My slut. You’re mine, now.”
I moaned and arched my back, clenching around him.
“Say it. Tell me your pussy is mine!”
“My pussy is yours now, Ben!” I said.
He kissed me deeply and bit my bottom lip, causing me to gasp and moan, clenching around him again.
“What about this slutty married mouth?”
“It’s yours, too!”
“And your ass?”
“My ass is all yours!”
“Such a naughty wife, giving all your holes away to another man.”
“Oh fuck, I’m close! I’m gonna cum!”
“Do it, Ally!” he ordered, thrusting harder, faster, deeper. “Cum on my cock again. Cum! Cum now! Cum hard!”
I yelled out uncontrollably as my body arched and clenched.
Ben kept going, fucking me harder and faster, sucking and biting on my neck as my orgasm took over.
“That’s it! Cum hard on my cock like a good married whore!”
By the time I recovered, my limbs felt like jelly.
Ben slowed his thrusts, kissing my lips and neck tenderly, calling me a “good girl” again and again.
“Are you going to cum again?” I asked, exhausted, but determined to return the favor.
“I don’t think I can,” he laughed. “You drained me.”
I laughed with him, kissing him again as he pulled back slowly. “Mission accomplished then, I guess. It was a very impressive performance.”
“Thanks,” he chuckled, settling on his side next to me. “And we made it through the entire day as planned.”
I turned to check the bedside clock and saw that it was 4:45pm. Mike’s shift would be ending soon, at 6.
“Oh yeah. Shit. I guess I better get ready to meet him pretty soon.”
“What are you guys up to tonight?”
“I think he wanted to show me a couple of things at the convention, then probably going out to dinner and drinks at the Mexican restaurant down the street.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“You’re working the rest of the day?”
“Yeah, until midnight. Closing crew gets to help with clean-up since it’s the last night.”
“Lucky you,” I said, smirking.
“Oh yeah,” Ben laughed. “You guys are leaving in the morning?”
“Yeah, our flight is around 9.”
“Okay. Well, I guess I probably won’t see you again before you leave. You’ll have to keep me posted about how things go with Mike. I wasn’t kidding about making a trip up north to visit if you’d be open to it.”
I smiled, blushing a little at the thought. “Yeah, I think that could be really fun. Hopefully, he’ll be ready to try some new things soon.”
“And maybe I’ll text you with some other new things to try on your own in the meantime,” Ben added, rubbing my hip and stomach a little.
“Oh yeah? Such as?”
“Oh, I don’t know, off the top of my head… maybe helping you pick out what to wear sometimes. Or telling you to send me some pictures of what you’re wearing under your clothes. Maybe some little assignments to take care of yourself when Mike’s not around. You know, little slutty tasks for my good little slut.”
I laughed, but felt fresh tingles as I imagined doing all of those things, continuing to sneak around with Ben from a distance.
“I think that could be arranged,” I said, smirking.
“You fucking better,” he said sternly, roughly gripping my chin and then around my neck.
I gasped again, but smiled, which caused Ben to break character quickly, smiling back at me.
“That’s my good slut.”
Once Ben was gone, I showered and got ready to go out. I also called down to room service to ask them to change the bedsheets while Mike and I would be out.
I almost surprised myself with how easy it felt to cover my tracks like that, and that I’d all but excused myself for everything that had happened already. I knew I was being selfish, and that my actions would likely really hurt Mike if he found out.
It wasn’t that I didn’t care. But as much as I told myself I was hoping Mike would come around to opening things up a bit between us, I couldn’t deny that the sneakiness was a big part of the turn-on for me. I knew that I’d open up to him about all of it at some point, and just hoped that he’d understand.
Mike: Hey babe, I might be done a little early. Want to meet me here for a bit to check things out before dinner?
My phone chimed with the text message from my husband just as I finished getting ready, a little after 5.
Ally: Sure :) I’ll head out now
I was happy to find that, while I was feeling pretty tired and a little sore, everything that happened with Ben that day hadn’t made me any less excited for the night out with my husband.
