by Cairo
He grunts, thrusting his pelvis upward, his saliva-slick dick jabbing the air. “Untie me. Let me show you how lil I am.”
I smirk, then cup one hand under his balls and run the tips of my fingers across his heavy sac while suckling on the head of his dick. His balls draw up.
“Aaah, shit. Aaah, shit…I’m getting ready to bust this nut, babe. Aaah, shit…let me get in that throat.”
I happily oblige, sucking his dick into the back of my mouth, then quickly pulling back, teasing him, sending him further over the edge. His neck arches to press his head into the pillow.
“Aaah, shit. Aaaah, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Catch that shit…”
As his dick starts spurting out a stream of thick white cum, I seize most of it with my tongue and mouth. The rest shoots up in my face, then splatters all over his chest and stomach.
I lick my lips and moan as Kyree moans, sucking the last of his warm, creamy seeds out of his dick, then licking around his balls before sliding my tongue back up over his sticky shaft. I lap up the creamy puddles of pleasure splattered over his torso. His dick still pulses, hard and ready for more.
“Now it’s my turn,” he says, causing his dick to bounce faster. “Untie me so I can hit that shit from the back.”
My pussy clenches in response.
My whole body is hot and sizzling.
Trembling, I breathe in. Once, twice. Then step into the flames.
Not even God can help me now.
• • •
Ree-Ree: I want you sooo bad u jst dnt kno baby
Me: Aww. Stop.
Ree-Ree: Nah im deadazz. U got me open sexy
Me: Well you had me OPEN yesterday
Ree-Ree: that shyt waz gud…ad juicy
I smile, then text back. Glad you enjoyed it
Ree-ree: Nah luvd it!! My dik hard!! I want sum more asap!
My toes curl as I type. Mmmm
A few moments later, he texts back, Freak me baby, with a snapshot of his hard dick. My mouth instantly waters.
Me: Mmm! Delicious!
Kyree and I have been messaging back and forth for the last twenty minutes while I prepare breakfast. I saved him in my phone as Ree-Ree. Each text message causes my pulse to quicken. I feel like a schoolgirl. Vibrant. Alive. I feel like I’ve found the fountain of youth on the tip of Kyree’s young, hard dick and it’s given me eternal life. No matter how sick it is, no matter how insane it all feels; I feel like I’ve caught my second wind. And I love the excitement of it all.
Several moments pass before my cell pings again. I swipe my fingertips across the screen and instantly become dizzy with want.
U make me cum so hard
My mouth waters. There’s another picture attached to the text message. His fist wrapped around the base of his dick; a glob of white goo flowing out of its slit, dripping all over his hand. I want u
I lick my lips, and quickly type. Ooo I want u too!
I hit SEND just as Sebastian walks into the kitchen. I stuff my phone down into the front pocket of my robe. Although my husband isn’t the jealous type and has never been the type to pick up my phone and go through it, I still have a passcode on it. And he has one on his phone as well. And neither of us is bothered by it. Sebastian trusts me. And I’ve never given him any reason not to. And vice-versa.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says as he leans in and kisses me on the mouth. He cups my ass and squeezes. He’d been away on business, again, for the last eight days, this time Venezuela and Curacao.
“Hey.” I smile, breathing him in. He’s wearing Kenneth Cole Black, one of my favorite colognes on him. “Good morning.”
He kisses me again. Then wraps his arms around me, and I melt into him. “I missed you.”
I feel a tinge of guilt. But quickly push it aside. “I missed you, too.” He kisses me again, then lets me go. “I didn’t hear you when you came home,” I say. “What time did you get in last night?”
He reaches for a mug, and fills it with coffee before taking a seat at the table. “Yeah, I know. My flight didn’t land until a little after midnight. I didn’t pull up into the driveway until after one in the morning.”
“How come you didn’t wake me?”
“I wanted to, but—” He blows into his mug, taking a slow sip. “You were in such a deep sleep. I hated to wake you.” He grins. “You had that look on your face you usually get right after a night of this good lovin’.”
I swallow. “Oh? Really?”
“Yeah. But I wasn’t here, so I know that couldn’t have been why you were looking so peaceful.” He eyes me as I flit around the kitchen scooping scrambled eggs and cheese onto two plates, then several pieces of turkey bacon. He chuckles. “You must have been exhausted. I could have had my way with you and you wouldn’t have known it, or felt it.”
Thank God you didn’t.
After the three rounds of fucking Kyree put on me all afternoon yesterday, there is no way my pussy, or my body, could have handled having anything sliding up in me. After I untied Kyree, he became an animal in bed, ravishing every part of my body. Sucking my breasts, my clit, my pussy, licking my asshole, then flipping me over and slamming his dick inside of me, boomeranging my cunt walls with deep, fast thrusts. He fucked me long and hard. Punished me for torturing him. Then pulled out and watched as my hips thrust hungrily, my exposed pussy vacant, begging for more of him. I blink back the image of him pulling me toward the edge of the bed, cupping my ass, then lifting me to his mouth, sucking, slurping, lapping at my pussy, dipping into its wet folds as if it were a bowl of honey; his tongue fucking me swiftly, pushing me toward multiple orgasms.
I let out a nervous laugh, bringing my attention to Sebastian. “Oh, trust me. I would have felt you and it,” I say, leaning in and kissing him on the lips, setting a plate down in front of him.
“Uh, not the way you were snoring,” he says, teasing.
“The lies you tell. I was not. I don’t snore.”
He chuckles, picking up his fork. “Yeah, okay. Next time I’m going to record you.”
“Whatever.” I laugh. “You do that.” I take a seat across from him. Lower my head, then say grace. But what I should be asking is, for God to have mercy on my horny soul.
“So how was Caracas?”
He chews a forkful of eggs, then swallows. “Very expensive. And flooded with robberies and murders. So we didn’t get a chance to do much sightseeing on our own.”
“That’s a shame.” I reach over and lift a piece of bacon from off his plate, biting into it.
He takes another sip of his coffee. “Curaçao, however, was peaceful. Got a chance to get out and tour the country a bit. I’d like to go back with you. It’s a beautiful country. Besides, we’re overdue for a vacation.” He looks at me; his eyes filled with love and passion. And his heated gaze sends me skidding deeper into emotional turmoil. How can I love this man with everything in me, yet cheat on him—with our son’s best friend, no less? How can I sit here—pussy pulsing and needy—looking in Sebastian’s face and have the image of Kyree’s hard dick still stained into my brain?
God knows Sebastian doesn’t deserve my indiscretions. But when I’m with Kyree I feel powerful surges of excitement. And, frankly, I can’t get enough of him.
Ping. There’s another text message. Instantly, my walls clench at the thought of it being another naughty text from Kyree. Or maybe another snapshot of his cock.
I ignore the burning urge to look at the screen.
My stomach roils as Sebastian reaches over and gently strokes my hand. “It’s been a long time since we’ve made love on a secluded beach.”
I smile, taking my husband in. He’s still as handsome as he was the day I fell in love with him. Aside from his graying edges and the sprinkles of gray in his goatee, he still has a youthful appearance. And he is still very much desirable. He just doesn’t excite me with the same intensity as he once did.
God, I feel so horrible for saying that, let alone for feeling it. But I wo
uld never, ever, tell him this. Or make him feel any less loved or wanted. Loving Sebastian has always been easy. He’s easygoing and has made being married to him uncomplicated. No drama. No disrespect. No second-guessing. He’s always upfront, honest, and true to his words. And he’s provided me with a wonderful lifestyle. And he’s been a loving husband and father. Always.
Still…
Kyree—with all of his college boy charm and sexiness—has robbed me of the will to resist him. Having my panties and my control snatched away so quickly by him is as exhilarating as it is unsettling.
Damn him.
My mind wanders back to yesterday. Him tied to the bed. Me between his legs. And how he groaned long and low as I moaned against his balls, my tongue swathing against the ridges before sucking one into my mouth, followed by the other until I had them soaked. I swallow, remembering the way my mouth felt against his chest, trailing wet kisses toward each nipple. How I pinched both nipples. Hard. Harder. Tightening down on the chocolate peaks, causing his rock-hard abs to contract as he groaned out in pleasure. He’d been helpless to me as I’ve been to him. And I savored it.
Oh, God.
Shaking salacious thoughts of my sweaty, sex-filled romp with Kyree from my mind, I lean in and kiss Sebastian on the lips. “Yes, we are,” I say rising to my feet, while removing the dishes from the table. “Say the word. And I’m packed.”
He pats my ass. “You know what time it is when I get home tonight, don’t you?”
Yes. Fifteen minutes of passionate sex. “You should have taken what you needed early this morning,” I say teasingly. Although I’m glad you didn’t.
My cell phone pings again for another incoming text. This time I pull it out of my pocket and glance at it as MESSAGING lights up on the screen. I don’t punch in my passcode, though, to retrieve the message.
Sebastian rises and walks up behind me at the sink. “You know, baby,” he slides an arm around my waist, kissing me on the neck, “it would have been great waking up to you all over me.”
“I know,” I say softly.
His hands slide over my breasts, where they stay. He cups them. “Your husband’s been away for almost two weeks. You should have missed him.” He presses his dick into my lower back. “And this.”
I swallow. “Mmm. I do. I did.”
Guilt creeps up into the pit of my stomach as I grip my cell in my hand. Maybe he’s right. I should have pounced on him. Should have wakened him to a wet mouth full of his cock. Should have had my cunt hovering over his face as an early morning breakfast treat. I should be sex-starved and eager to be ravished by him. But we all know why I’m not.
Kyree.
Damn him.
But that doesn’t mean I am still not turned on by my husband’s touch. Sebastian grinds himself into me; the length of his arousal presses into my lower back, thick and wanting. He pinches my nipples and I hear myself let out a moan. Then somehow—I don’t know, it happens so fast—I am spun around, my back pressing up against the sink as he steps between my knees, and he gently kneads my breasts.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” he says, pinching my already sensitive nipples. He pulls me into him tightly, nestling my pussy against his thigh, and I can feel the thick bulge of his dick as it throbs against my stomach. “Where’s Jacob?” he asks; his mouth is beside my ear, then his tongue is tracing my lobe, causing my already moist pussy to simmer in its juices.
“H-he’s still asleep.” My voice is low. Then it catches as he kisses along the column of my neck.
“Good,” he mutters against my flesh.
“You b-better stop. Mmm.” I squirm. My arms wrap around him, my free hand inching up and down along his muscled back. “You’ll be late…for work.”
His hands ease lower, sliding over my hips, then down over my ass. He cups it in his big hands. Squeezes it. Grinds his hard dick deeper into my belly. And instantly my pussy melts into a puddle. Yet, I’m torn. Unsure if it’s because of Sebastian’s smoldering gaze and his touch all over my body or if it’s the lingering thoughts I have of Kyree’s text messages that I am on fire. His persistent desire to fuck me, to taste me, to have me morning, noon, and night.
I feel my throat close with emotion. God, I love my husband. He is my heart. And, in spite of that, I am fucking him over. Unwilling—okay, not yet ready, to let go of my deliciously hung boy toy. His dick, his lips, his tongue, pops into my head. And I shiver, wondering if I am I really willing to risk everything I have with Sebastian for some young, hard dick?
“Work can wait,” Sebastian murmurs, pulling me out of my seductive trance as his hand slides inside my robe, then between my legs. “Right now”—his fingers find my clit and lightly pinch it over my damp panties—“I want my wife.”
I gasp.
“You’re already wet.” He cups my pussy, pressing his palm inward. “Ride my hand.”
“Not here,” I push out. Breathy. “Bedroom.”
“No. Here. Now.”
Slowly, I shake my head as my legs close, capturing his hand. “B-but, Jacob.”
“He’s asleep, remember?”
“But—”
“Now.” His finger presses against my lip before skimming back down my body. I swallow. I’ve never denied Sebastian pussy. Never. No matter where he’s wanted it. So right now will be no different, no matter what internal conflicts I have going on inside my head.
“We—”
“Let’s live on the edge a little.” My robe falls open. “Let’s be adventurous, baby.” The nightgown beneath rises above my hips. Sebastian’s finger follows my wet seam, making me shudder.
“Oh, God, yes.”
“You’re so soft, baby. So wet.”
My breath hitches in my throat, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy. Overlapping two fingers, Sebastian thrusts inside me and slides them in and out of my slickness.
“You’re wet for me, baby.”
“Yes.” I gasp, tossing my head back. “Yes. It’s all for you.”
Liar!
Slut-ass!
You’re wet for Kyree.
You let that young boy fuck you senseless.
U make me cum so hard
I moan. “Oh, fucking god, baby, please.”
Sebastian presses his pelvis into me. “This dick missed you.”
He’s looking at me, through me, with a force that makes me shiver. I fear if I look at him too long that I’ll get lost in the intensity of his deep, brown eyes and he’ll see my lies, my truths.
I love my husband.
I love him. I love him. I love him.
But I am unfaithful to him.
I want you sooo bad u jst dnt kno baby
I shut my eyes—blocking out the heated text messages burning on my phone and squeezing out the imagery of Kyree’s young muscular body and the tight lacing of muscle wrapped around his frame; his wet tongue, his soft lips all over my body—and focus my energy, my attention, my needs, on the sensations brought on by Sebastian. Focus on the feeling of being filled so deliciously. The sweet way his fingers brush against my spot. Hearing my juices slosh around his fingers.
Beneath my nightgown, my nipples are as hard as pebbles. My pussy is as wet as a river, rippling with pleasure. I want more, need more. Now. Shamelessly. More Sebastian. More Kyree. More sex. More fucking. More deceit.
My cell hits the floor as I reach for the buckle of Sebastian’s belt and unfasten it.
“I can’t wait to slide up in you.”
“Oh, yes,” I breathe. “Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes…” My hand fumbles for the button on his trousers. I flip it open, then ease down the zipper and yank open his shirt. Buttons fly everywhere. I slip my hand inside his underwear, then yank them down his hips. Veined and thick as my wrist, his luscious ebony-colored dick springs upward from tight coils of dark brown hair and heavy balls. The mushroom head is so engorged, already wet, already pulsing.
I gasp. The mere sight of it is impressively breathtaking.
“You’re my everything, baby,” Sebastian says, cupping my ass, then lifting me up on the edge of the sink. My arms go around his neck as he thrusts hard, sinking deep in one lunge, wrenching a cry from me as I melt around him.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, finally staring in his eyes. Seeing him, and only him. I say it again. “Fuck me.” This time my voice is filled with more urgency. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Sebastian’s eyes light up with a mixture of surprise and fascination in them. He’s never heard me talk this way. Just as I’ve never known him to want to fuck me out in the open knowing there’s a chance our son, Jacob, could walk in on us.
Twisting fingers through my hair, Sebastian tugs, and bends to sprinkle kisses across my jaw, then laps his way up toward my ear, nipping. Heat fans from his breath along the sensitive skin along my neck as his dick slices into my pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes…oh, baby, yes…fuuuuuck meeee…”
“You feel so good, baby,” he mutters against my skin. Then his mouth finds mine. He licks my lips, nips my bottom lip, enticing me to part them. I do for him.
For Kyree.
For Sebastian.
For the both of them.
Kyree.
Damn him.
Sebastian’s tongue sweeps through my mouth, lingering, as if he’s searching for something sweet to savor. And I let him, giving into the sweetness of his kiss.
I choke back emotions as my climax swells. I feel myself melting perilously fast.
Sebastian stretches me wide, and the heat of my betrayal rises with the tide of my orgasm.
I am on the verge of coming.
“Oh, oh, oh…”
Sebastian rasps, “Ah, yeah. Shit, baby.”
He is on the verge of coming, too.
“Come with me, baby.” He pants, covering his mouth with mine again.
Liquid fire dances through my core. Tears spring from my eyes.
I come.
He grunts.
I keep coming, my body shuddering.
Sebastian keeps grunting, his body shaking.
Inside me I feel him growing impossibly thicker, bigger, taking more of me, each stroke burning my pussy.
I dig my nails into his back. Urge him on. Beg him.