Chapter One: Mark, my dear, what are you doing?

After eight months of challenging work, a restful time in the sun was always a treat, so I was excited to land in sunny South Africa before the new year began in 2024. Being away from the icy British weather certainly put a spring in my step and I could not wait to take long walks, swim and simply enjoy doing nothing. Once I collected my baggage and updated my phone sim card, I was ready to rock and roll out of the airport.

A friend offered to pick me up but after a quick missed call and text, she was caught up and said I should take the train or cab. On a whim, I messaged an old college friend who lived close to the airport and asked for a ride to my hotel, and happy to hear my voice, she said her husband would pick me up. Of course, after not seeing them for years, she insisted I stay for supper.

Waiting at the pick-up point, I texted close friends to say I landed safely and hoped to see them in the nearest future, when a large black car drove towards me, the driver flashing his lights with a smile on his face. Mark, my friend’s husband was a good-looking man, and he certainly aged far too well. Sporting a cropped beard, moustache, and short hair, the cloud of confidence was ever-present.

He jumped out, hugged me excitedly and asked a million questions as we loaded my luggage and raced off towards his home. The ride was less than twenty minutes away and Mark had to mention I still looked the same, fitter, if not sexy too. I laughed at him, well, at the mention of being seen as sexy, and tried to change topics, but he was having none of it.

After more than six years of not seeing him, the man seemed interested in my sexual antics, rather than how I spent my time working and travelling out of South Africa.

‘You know, I always thought you were sexy,’ he said and put his hand on my thigh. Trying not to act shocked at the move, I playfully slapped at his hand and told him to concentrate on the road.

‘I would rather grab you,’ Mark growled, and I thought of his wife waiting at home for me to arrive.

Was this man serious, or just teasing me since we were alone, something that never happened in the past? He placed his hand back on my thigh, kneading the flesh and I felt my face grow hot and flushed.

‘Stop it,’ I said, but there was little conviction in my voice. I liked it and thought he would give up fooling around.

Without warning, he swerved and drove down a side street before stopping the car. Before I could react, he leaned over, grabbed my neck and pressed his lips onto mine. What! His tongue slipped into my mouth, and with no reason to fight back, I let him kiss me. It lasted less than a minute and my whole body felt warm. Shifting back into his seat, he smiled and took my right hand, pressing it against the bulge in his pants.

After all the years of knowing Mark, I had not bargained for this to happen, and not waiting to crack the heated moment, I let him move my hand on his hardening bulge.

‘Do you want to suck it?’ he asked, but I called him ‘mad’ and ordered him to drive us home.

‘If you suck me, I will fuck you nice and hard,’ he offered before starting the car and driving off. The sun began to set and putting my hand back in his crotch, he smiled and went back to questioning me about my love or lust for him. Protesting my lack of interest, which was outright lying, I had no intention of accepting offers to be fucked nice and hard by my friend’s husband, before or during my annual holiday in the sun.

After this evening, I had no intention to let him near me again, but there was still the trip back to my hotel. We would be alone and who knows what Mark had in store for his sweet friend who had always fancied him from afar.

Chapter Two: Mark, my dear, do not drive me crazy

As we got closer to the house, he stopped the car and leaned over, kissing me again. The man was playing with fire and let him use my lips and mouth until he sat back and smiled.

‘What is wrong with you?’ I asked.

‘I have wanted to do that for years,’ was the reply, Mark seemed at ease whilst kissing me, and I presumed other men had tasted his lips, and cock too! Tempted to ask if it were true, he took my hand and said,

‘Let me fuck you before you go back,’ and without waiting for a reply, sped off to his waiting wife and promised home-coming dinner. Pushed into a pickled corner by a randy friend’s husband, I prayed his ardour would have waned after the meal and family visit.

Leaving my cases in the car, we walked to the front door, rang the bell and before it opened, Mark daringly squeezed my bum cheek and whispered that he could not wait to see it oiled and naked for his cock.

I almost burst out laughing and the door swung open, his wife and my friend happy to see me after so many years.

‘Why didn’t you take your key,’ she asked her husband. Mark mumbled something and rushed out of sight to check if the food was ready. I met the kids, got shunted to a table with a beer and filled in the missing years.

My body still warm from the kisses, I dared my heart to slow down and called back to the kitchen, I had to contend with Mark touching me every time his wife was out of sight. At one point, I leaned over, giving him a brazen chance to rub his crotch against me. I jerked upright in shock, scared we would be caught. He was playing with fire and even though I felt excitement; the word traitor came to mind too.

The meal was good, and Mark pushed me into drinking more beers, since I was not driving, while his wife said I could sleep over. I had to check into the hotel, and scared Mark might crawl into my room during the night, I declined. Before leaving, my driver insisted on a shower, so he could drop into bed after a long busy day.

Happy to have him out of sight, my friend and I shared stories about of past and present, only to have her husband dash back and forth, semi-naked as he got dressed for the ride to my hotel. My mind reeled at his blatant acts of slyly showing off what I might be missing if I refused his sexual offers.

‘Mark goes to the gym, so he kept his shape, while I got rounder after the two kids. Even my boobs got bigger,’ the wife mumbled at one point.

He posed and insisted I rate him, his eyes boring into mine, knowing what we did before dinner. The bastard! My head spinning from the beer, I felt full, tired and ready to hit my bed after hours of flying. Saying goodnight to my friend, her freshly showered and nice-smelling husband rushed me into the huge car and without waiting, placed my hand on his crotch.

Speeding along the highway, his left hand travelled from the thigh to rubbing my lower back, trying to finger its way under my pants. I was having none of it.

‘Can you just get me to my hotel in one piece,’ I joked.

He laughed, asking if I was shy or shocked at his antics. As much as I had fancied him before, I never expected he would make me touch his cock or be kissed.

‘I will drop you off in one piece and make sure you enjoy the other piece,’ Mark uttered and drove faster. The bulge under my hand twitched and I wondered how I got myself into this situation. I merely wanted a quick uneventful ride to my hotel.

‘You know you want me to fuck your pussy,’ he said as if reading my thoughts. My head said no but my body screamed a silent yes! I said nothing and tried to move my hand, but he told me to keep it in place. He loved my soft hand, and with the bright nail polish, it looked feminine in his lap.

‘I want you to feel what it going to make you moan tonight,’ he breathed. Fucking hell, this daddy was serious, and he was not going to take no for an answer.

‘You always liked to paint your nails, and now I enjoy them on my cock.’ He complimented my handiwork, hoping to soften my resolve as we drove into the hotel parking lot.

Watching him unload my luggage, I realised why he showered before leaving home. He had a plan and there was nothing to stop him once the hotel door slammed shut. From the semi-dark car park to the check-in counter, he kissed and fondled my backside, daring to be seen or caught.

Giving the impression we were a couple; he was only dropping me off for the night. Too smooth in his lies, the man was on a mission to show me real daddy love. Fighting him was a lost battle. As the lift doors clammed shut, he flung himself on me, kissing my mouth and grinding his hardened cock against my belly. I shut my eyes and asked not to be judged for what was about to happen in the hotel room.

Chapter Three: Mark, my dear, take it easy

The man gave me little time to breathe and despite a niggle of guilt, I did not push him off me. Mark moved away when the elevator doors opened and bundled me towards room 269, the numbers a mockery indeed. The room was large, the bedding grey and black, a change from all-white. In need of a relaxing shower, I hastily unpacked, secretly hoping Mark would leave me to relax. Inspecting and commenting about the room, I excused myself and made a beeline for the shower.

‘We should have bought some wine or beer,’ he lamented before I shut the bathroom door and sat down on the edge of the bath. Maybe, I should take a long soak and he would go home to his wife or come to his senses. I hopped under the shower and hastily washed the sweat and smell of one horny husband from my face and neck and brushed my teeth and taste of him from my lips,

Drying my body with a soft white towel, I heard no noises from behind the closed door, so Mark might have left for the night. A quick dash of lotion and wrapping the towel around my waist, I left the safety of the warm bathroom and stopped in shock. On the large double bed, lay a very naked, confident and smiling Mark.

‘What are you playing at mister?’ I asked, trying not to stare at his bare cock, the bushy pubic hair lush against his tanned skin. A smattering of hair covered his chest and trailed down the centre of his belly. The trail of ecstasy led to the semi-hard organ offering pleasure and pain. Rooted to the spot, I almost flung myself beside him but acted cool. I would not fall into his naked arms.

‘Come here,’ he whispered but I remained standing.

Of course, I wanted to play with him but there was the friendship to consider. He was prepared to go all the way and I would be another notch in his bisexual belt. Would my sleeping with him cast me as a bad friend or should I let him seduce and use me to appease his sexual appetite?

‘I do not have all night to wait for you,’ he moaned.

Our eyes locked, mine trying to call a bluff so he would stop the physical and mental torture. His right hand moved down to his groin and began stroking the semi-erect manhood. I was more than happy to watch him play but he stopped and shot out of bed, taking my hand and pulling me down onto the bed.

I landed on my belly, and he placed his naked body over mine, pulling at the wet towel to expose my freshly bathed skin. Lifting my pelvis, I resigned myself to whatever would follow. I felt a warm hardness press on my bum and wriggled at the sensation, blocking out previous thoughts of Mark and me.

He knew what I wanted and was going to give me everything on offer. Closing my eyes and sighing, I felt his lips on my shoulders, licking at the skin warming to his manly nakedness. I felt his heart race as he pushed his pelvis down and I instinctively opened my thighs, feeling his cock grow and pulse.

‘Man, this feels so good,’ he mumbled and asked if I had any oil.

Was he in a hurry to sink his cock into my pussy? The lotions were in the bathroom and reluctant to break the sensations, Mark got up and ordered me to stay in the same position. Limp and relaxed, I was in no state to move and complied.

I heard him click off the lights on his way back and plunged the bedroom into darkness but was a bit surprised when he drew back the heavy curtains. So, the man had a kink! Whether someone would see us fucking, I chose to go along for the hot and heavy ride.

Chapter four: Mark, my dear, what an oily idea

The hotel bedroom was in near darkness, suitably hiding my feelings about being naked with Mark and what he had in store for me, or us. I felt him get back on the bed, the click of the oil bottle top sent a shiver through me. Seconds later, a wet warm hand landed on my ass, gently massaging in a circular motion. Tensing my muscles in appreciation, Mark straddled my knees and used both hands, massaging slowly, from the back of my thighs and stopping at my lower back.

Kneading the muscle and tissue underneath my skin, I felt myself sink into the mattrass, fighting an urge to purr at the sensations. Spreading my ass cheeks with each stroke, Mark lightly tapped the tight puckered pussy between them, and felt my body quiver in response.

‘Does it feel nice?’ he asked.

I shook my head against the pillow, not wanting to talk as waves of pleasure rolled down my back. Clenching my body, I wanted him to feel the muscles needed a good rubdown. He leaned over for more oil, and sliding over my bottom, his hands dug into my back and shoulders. As he propped forward, the heavy cock pushing and fitting neatly between the crack of my ass cheeks. Squirming against his groin, he stopped massaging and pumped back and forth.

‘Do you want my cock inside you now?’ I heard Mark whisper in the darkness.

Dropping his full weight onto me, the oil making it easy for him to slide his chest on my back. I felt his hair tickle my back, the coarser hair around his hard daddy cock scraped my pussy. Similar in height, he fitted perfectly over me, and Mark began licking and kissing my neck, his tongue moving to my ear.

‘I wanted to do this for some time,’ he told me in a husky voice.

So, this daddy had wanted me from the time we met and moved in the same circles, even though he was fucking my friend! Marriage did not stop his desire, and I smiled as he lifted his pelvis and thrust back and forth, his engorged cock head tapping my oiled puckered hole.

I jumped when he felt the softness and pushed against it. His cock felt huge, and I relaxed for him to enter but he moved away. I groaned at the teasing motion and jiggled my backside in response. Needing to feel him full and hard inside, I was oiled and ready for married daddy cock. Mark laced his fingers into mine and stopped moving.

‘Please just fuck my hard,’ I begged him, unable to wait much longer.

I felt his heart race against my back. Neither of us moved, until he shifted and raised himself, but kept his heated groin glued to my ass. The cock head moved over my pussy for another test drive, but this time it slipped in, and I winced. Pumping his hips slightly, he managed to move the brown cock head in and out, and soon the pain got replaced by sweeter sensations.

‘How does this feel?’ he wanted to know, and I moaned back in reply.

My body began to relax under the slow pelvic thrusts, as the first drops of sweat fell onto my oiled back. Just when I felt the pleasure become unbearable, Mark pulled his cock out and rolled of the bed, making me gasp at the sudden empty feeling. If the cock head filled me at the entrance, what would his entire hard length do to me?

‘Do not move,’ he ordered, but I was in no state to lift a finger and save myself from a real pounding as promised.

Wondering what he was doing, I opened my eyes and heard him fumble in the semi-darkness, the open curtains exposing our naked escapade. Could anyone see us and was anyone watching out of sight? My skin prickled as I heard Mark shuffle into the room and I opened my legs, but he took my ankles and slapped them together again.

‘I told you not to move anything,’ Mark growled at me.

Lathering my pussy with a fresh dollop of oil, I did my best to keep still and let him run the show. I stupidly wondered if this was a dream but when I felt a hard cock against me, I marvelled how his manhood made all thoughts settle in a moist and heated hole.

Chapter five: Mark, my dear, please be gentle

It had been a while since I had a man on or in me and wanted to tell him to be gentle with me but recalled him ordering me not to move. Gripping my hips, he moved me onto my knees, and thrust my chest down on the bed. Face down and pussy up was the starting position and without waiting for a reaction, he gripped his cock and slapped it on my warm hole.

The noise of heated hard flesh on moist flesh sounded loud in the darkened room as Mark got me ready for his cock.

‘Spread your ass cheeks,’ he said, and I reached around and complied.

The oil made it slippery and difficult, so I let go and in one hard thrust he sunk his cock to the hilt. I screamed into the bedding and tried to move away but he stopped me. There was a burning and stinging sensation deep within, and expecting him to pull back and thrust again, he remained still, buried in my tight pussy.

‘God, you are so tight and warm,’ he praised me, but it hurt.

Tensing his buried cock, it pulsated, as my hole adjusted to the rock-hard invader. Something felt different, and it dawned on me Mark had placed a ribbed condom on his throbbing cock. Did he come prepared for this encounter and knowing I would not fight his advances? What a daddy of a cheek!

It was hard to feel annoyed with a massive penis buried in my ass, so I let it go as he moved back and forth. Just small movements to get me used to his cock. I felt my muscles tense and grip with each thrust but once again, my tender hole had to deal with an odd-shaped dick. No wonder there was an added quiver of pain when he plunged into me.

His cock was much thicker in the middle, and my pussy got stretch even more, hitting on the tense and super sensitive nerves. My body shook in pleasurable pain, and since Mark was not fucking at full throttle, I prayed he would not tear me apart.

‘Tell me how you like taking cock but I want to fuck you so hard,’ the man told me as he dribbled sweat over my bare backside.

I wanted him to take the lead and give me all he had, even if it was going to hurt. I felt braver once the slivers of pain got replaced by tingling pleasure. My body felt hot and sweaty too and I liked a man whose body poured with sweat when fucking. It added to the fun and sensations. My ass and hips gripped tight, Mark jostled his groin back and forth, shooting his cock in and out of my eager tight hole.

There was no need to grip his cock, he filled me to the hilt, and I tried not to squirm every time his thickened shaft stretched my puckered ass. Thrusting into me, Mark moaned with satisfaction as I took his gentle pounding. His hands began to massage my ass and back, adding pleasure to the feel of him inside my pink hole.

‘Should I come inside you, my love?’ his voice whispered in my ear.

‘Do whatever you want but just fuck me some more, and harder,’ I begged.

It felt so freaking good, even if we were wrong for fucking behind my friend’s back. Mark was bad for getting me naked, but I should have fought back and refused to go along with his game. A deep thrust shook my thoughts, so I imagined his cock ploughing in and out instead. He knew what he was doing, shifting and moving his hips to penetrate deeply. I grunted every time he sunk his cock to the hilt and could not fight the moans coming from my throat.

‘I cannot hold back much longer,’ Mark warned.

‘Turn onto your back baby, but I want to leave my cock in your pussy,’ I got told and did my best to move and twist into position.

Without telling him this was my most trusted and loved position, I liked seeing a man enjoy having his balls massaged as he pumped his cock into me, straining to go as deep before emptying those heavy balls with his daddy seed.