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My affair with Alina carried on through Thanksgiving and Christmas and into the football playoffs. Every weekend, the guys would get together to eat the most unhealthy crap humanity has ever devised, drink copious amounts of shitty beer, and watch overgrown men batter themselves half into unconsciousness. While they were doing that, my lover and I were screwing each other silly with our fingers and our growing collection of dildos and vibrators.
We were wondering how we were going to cover off the time between the Superbowl and March Madness when Alina had an idea.
“Let’s take a girl’s vacation, go south for some sun and sand!” she said excitedly as we cuddled in our postorgasmic glow.
“Do you think the guys will let us do that?” I asked.
She sat up, the fading light illuminating her bountiful chest. “What do you mean let us?”
“I mean without them, silly!” I giggled.
“Oh, yeah. I don’t know if they would much like it,” she said. She pulled my head to hers and kissed me softly. “We’ll just have to talk them into it!”
“We will!” I replied and thus began another round of kissing, licking, fingering, and probing until we were a moaning, screaming, writhing mess on the bed above their garage.
“I’d better get going,” I whispered between kisses.
“I wish you could stay forever,” Alina mused.
I sat up and looked at her, “I thought we agreed, this is just a fling. We’ll ride it until we can’t anymore but that’s it.”
“I know but I can’t help how I feel. I love Paul and my life with him but in bed, this is so much better!” She kissed me again and I welcomed it for a few moments before sliding out from under the covers and padding to the small washroom in the corner.
Fifteen minutes later I was somewhat presentable as I gathered my things and made ready to leave. Alina opened her robe and tried to tempt me back into bed but I resisted. It was well she wasn’t more persistent or I might not have gotten out of there.
As I drove home, I thought about what I was doing and the guilt started creeping in as it usually did. I loved my times with Alina and not just for the . That was the best I’d ever had but there was more to it. I sometimes would fantasize about her and I together as a couple, wondering if we could have a life together but I couldn’t bear what that would do to my husband. I was cheating, plain and simple, something I thought I would never, ever do. As usual, when I came to that thought, the tears started leaking from my eyes.
My timing was spot on, Paul and Greg’s other friends, Dave and Anthony were just getting ready to leave. Dave worked with Greg and Anthony played basketball with them both on Wednesday nights. They were out of the house just long enough each week for me to scurry over to Alina’s for some of her special loving!
I recalled the first time I had seen Anthony in his shorts and my attention went straight to his crotch. I think that’s where the fantasy of being with a wellendowed man first came to mind as I watched it shifting back and forth under the fabric as he moved. I licked my lips with the mental image of his long thick cock slipping inside me.
I greeted Greg’s friends before moving to my husband and hugging him tightly. “I’m going for a bath,” I whispered. He raised his eyebrows, catching my meaning. It was the same routine every time I returned to him from cheating with Alina, I would take a bath, make sure my body was perfectly prepared for him, and he would take me to bed and have his way with me.
And so it was, he went as he usually did, kissing his way down to my freshly shaven pussy, the little triangle tuft of hair pointing the way down to my engorged clit. His tongue, lips, and fingers excited me making me leak my slick fluid as my pussy prepared for penetration. Little did he know that It’d had something much longer, much harder, and much thicker sliding into only an hour previously.
“Get my toy, you know the one!” I rasped as he kissed his way back up to my lips. He looked at me and smiled, knowing I had just invited him to slip that 12 inches of firm silicone inside my desperate cunt while he filled my ass with his cock.
“How’s that?” he groaned as his hips compressed my ass cheeks. “Is that what you want, a foot of hard cock in your married pussy?”
“Mmmm, you know it, baby!” I gasped. “Would you do that for me? Would you give me to a tall handsome man with a long thick cock for him to fuck me while you watched?” That was the fantasy that drove many of our Sunday night reunions, him making the suggestion and me playing along, neither of us exactly sure that if push came to shove we would ever do it.
“You know I would!” he grunted as he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head back. “Watching a long thick cock spread your cunt wide open would be so hot!”
“Fuck me, Gregory! Fill my ass with your cum! Give it to me!” I panted as my orgasm neared. He redoubled his efforts, pulling my hips back into him with one hand while he used his grasp on my hair for leverage. It hurt a little when he pulled but I relished the discomfort. His grunts telegraphed his orgasm so I held the thick toy into my pussy with my middle finger while my index finger rubbed my clit. As soon as I heard that telling groan and felt him hold himself into me, I let go and released my own orgasm and together we consummated our lust. And so it was, after spending an afternoon and evening in the arms of my female lover, I gave myself back to him and he reclaimed me, ignorant to my indiscretions.
We cuddled when we finished, my fingers trailing lazy circles through his trimmed chest hair. “Someday I’m gonna make you keep that promise!” I whispered.
“What promise is that?” he asked, oblivious now that the moment of passion had passed.
“The promise to let me get fucked by a long thick cock while you watch,” I said as nonchalantly as I could.
“You were serious?” he asked. “This isn’t just some fantasy? I thought the toys we bought were supposed to be enough.”
“I thought so too, but now I’m thinking they might not be.” I pushed my backside against him. “Maybe you could both fill me up!”
“Why not go all the way and have three guys at once?” he teased. He still wasn’t getting it, I wanted that big cock.
I sat up, turned, and looked at him, “I’m game if you are!” I said. A funny look crossed his face. “I’m serious, I really want to do that.”
“I don’t know if I can do that,” he said. “I thought this was all just bedroom talk.” He got up and went to the washroom, returning a few minutes later. “I can’t believe you would seriously think about doing that!”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” I protested. “We fantasized about it and then we got those toys, and they feel wonderful when you fuck me with them. But now I want more.”
“I don’t know if I can give you more,” he said quietly. “What if refused? Would you do it anyway behind my back?”
“I would never do that,” I lied, thinking about my sixmonth affair with Alina. I hugged him, and he hugged me back, apparently satisfied for the moment. “What about your fantasy?”
“Which fantasy?” he asked.
“Don’t you remember when we were in New York?” He looked at me with a puzzled face. “When we first talked about this, I asked you what your fantasy was, and you said you would like to watch two women together.”
“I don’t remember that conversation,” he said.
“That’s because all your blood was in your cock at the time!” I teased. “But you said it. Do you deny that’s a fantasy you have?”
He thought for a moment, “No, I can’t deny that.”
“What if one of those women was me?” I asked.
“But you’re not into girls,” he said. So oblivious!
“I might be just once if you wanted it,” I suggested. I leaned forward and kissed him before pushing him onto his back. I sucked his cock into my mouth and revived it before climbing on top and mounting him. “Maybe we can both get what we want!”
“Mmmm, maybe!” he groaned as I ground my clit against his pubis. A few moments later, his cum rushed into me once more. I wasn’t even close to an orgasm, but I didn’t bother finishing myself off, that wasn’t the purpose of this little fuck session. I had planted the seed, now it was time to water it and let it grow.
For the next few weeks, Alina and I had to limit ourselves to once weekly while our husbands were out playing bball and having a few beers. Every night when he came home, I would make love to him and drop little suggestions that I hadn’t stopped thinking about our fantasies. I had to admit, the idea of my husband watching me with another woman was very enticing, but I vowed that it would never happen with Alina. I had a very good thing going with her, and, despite her growing demands for more, I wasn’t about to fuck that up!
Then I had an idea. “How about we go to Orlando and get tickets for the first round of March Madness?” I suggested.
“I like that idea!” he grinned. “But I didn’t think you liked basketball that much.”
“I don’t really, but maybe we can combine pleasure with pleasure if you know what I mean?” I asked.
He pulled me into his arms. “Are you serious?” It was becoming clear that he was warming up to the idea of fulfilling our fantasies.
“I am,” I said. The next thing I knew, we were naked and in bed with each of us whispering the things we’d like to watch each other do.
“So it’s settled?” I asked. “I can book the flights and hotel?”
“Go for it!” he said. He went to the washroom, and when the door closed, I grabbed my phone and texted Alina.
Me: “We need to talk!”
Alina: “What’s up?”
Me: “I have some news! Let me know when we can talk!”
Alina: Not tonight, tomorrow after Paul goes to work.”
Me: “OK. Call me!”
The next morning, I woke my husband up with a blowjob, swallowing his cum before moving up and sharing the last remnants with him.
“And good morning to you!” he grinned. “You really want this, don’t you?”
“So much, baby!” I replied. “I will do anything to make this happen!”
“I just might hold you to that,” he growled. I made him breakfast and got him out the door for the day. As soon as his car turned the corner, I texted my lover, “CALL ME!” A few minutes later, my phone warbled.
“Can you come over? I need some girly sugar!” I gasped into the phone.
“I can’t today, I have an appointment this morning, and I work at noon. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow night when the boys are out playing ball!”
“Fuck sakes!” I said, exasperated.
“What’s your news?” she asked.
“Greg is taking me to Orlando for the basketball tournament,” I said.
“You hate basketball,” she laughed.
“I’m not going for basketball,” I said.
“Why are you going then?”
“That’s why I need to see you, I want to see your face when I tell you!”
“Tell me what?” she asked, growing impatient.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow night,” I said. “It’s gonna blow your mind!”
“I can’t wait!” she said. “Does it have something to do with that long, thick toy you have?”
“Tomorrow night!” I insisted. “I have to go; I have the taste of my husband’s cum in my mouth, and I have to brush my teeth!”
“You are such a slut!” she teased.
“You have no idea!” I giggled. “Love you!”
“I love you too, Sweetie!” she said, sounding very serious. I hesitated. “I really do. If you asked me to leave Paul so we could be together, I would.”
“You know that can’t happen,” I said.
“I know, but a girl’s gotta dream, doesn’t she?”
“Dreaming can be good,” I said. “Tell you what, when we get back from Florida, we can work out a plan where we can both have what we want.”
“Now I’m intrigued,” she said. “See you tomorrow night, lover!”
The next night, as he was getting ready to go out with his friends, Greg asked me, “Are you going over to hang out with Alina tonight?”
“Yup, we’re going to do some searching online for a couple of new bikinis for our trip,” I answered.
“Mmm, I’m looking forward to seeing you in a bikini, it’s been too long!” he leered.
“Just seeing me in a bikini, or is it all the college hotties you want to see?” I teased.
“You, and them,” he grinned.
“Men!” I said. I kissed him, “Have fun but save a little energy for me!”
Fifteen minutes later, I had my tongue wrapped around Alina’s as we pawed at each other. We ran up to our love nest above her garage and ravaged each other for an hour. As we lay in each other’s arms, catching our breath, she whispered, “So you said you have some news?”
“Yeah,” I said, taking a deep breath. “You see, Greg and I have these fantasies about having with other people, and the other night we were talking.”
“You didn’t tell him about us, did you?” Alina interrupted.
“No, nothing like that. Well, something like that. You see, I have this fantasy about being with a man who is, how do I say this, rather more gifted than my husband.” I paused to let her digest that bit of info. “And he has this thing where he wants to see me with another woman.”
“Are you suggesting that you and I…” Her voice trailed off.
“No, no,” I said. “Like I told you, we’re going to Orlando next month, and if the opportunity comes up, we’re going to do it.”
“Do it, like you’re going to try to find another man to fuck you?” she asked.
“While he watches, or maybe have him join in,” I told her.
“Holy fuck that’s big!” she said.
“That’s the idea!” I giggled.
“But that could go bad in so many ways!” she protested.
“And what we’re doing couldn’t?” I said. “What would Paul say if he found out about us?”
“Oh, he’d freak out for sure! I’m thinking Greg might not, though.”
“I don’t know how he’d react,” I said. “He’d be more pissed that I’m cheating behind his back than that it’s you I’m seeing.”
“Maybe,” she mused. We laid there for a few minutes, and then she rolled over and propped herself up on one elbow. “What if we did it together?”
“Did what together?” I asked.
“Told our husbands about us,” she said.
“Oh, I don’t know about that, talk about things going bad in a hurry!”
“Maybe, but do you have a better idea?”
I thought for a moment, “Not at the moment I don’t.” I pulled her down for a kiss. “We can cross that bridge another time. For now, I’d like you to go shopping with me for a couple of new swimsuits, the kind that might catch the eye of a wellendowed man!”
Alina laughed loudly, “With your body in a swimsuit, you could catch the eye of a blind man!” She flipped me onto my back and rolled on top of me. “Sure, I’ll go shopping with you, maybe we can find one for me too!”
“Are you saying that you want to find a man with a big dick too?” I asked her.
“Not especially, but que sera, sera!” She leaned down and kissed me, “Now let me fill that sweet pussy up with some long, thick dick!” Over the next halfhour, she did just that, and I did the same to her. By the time we were finished, it was almost time for me to go home to my husband.
As we stripped the soaked and soiled sheets of the bed and remade it, she stopped. “You think you know someone!” she said as she shook her head.
“Oh, the stories I could tell you!” I replied.
“Maybe our shopping trip should be an overnighter,” she suggested.
“Maybe it should!” I giggled.
When I arrived back home, Greg was there waiting with a drink for me and a beer for him. He embraced me warmly and inhaled. “What’s that smell?” he asked. I panicked a little but held my composure.
“What smell?” I asked.
“The smell of a horny woman who wants her husband to do unspeakable things to her!” he growled. And with that, our Wednesday night routine began once again, culminating with his cum leaking from my ass and a large wet stain on the mattress below my hips.
“So what do you and Alina do while we men are out keeping ourselves in fighting shape for you?” he asked as we snuggled together.
“Just talk, maybe watch some TV or a movie,” I said.
“Must be some movie,” he replied. “You always come home horny!”
“I’m always horny for you, my lover!” I teased. I rolled over and pushed him onto his back before mounting him and riding his cock to another fabulous orgasm.
“You know, even if we don’t get to live out our fantasies, we have it pretty good, don’t we?” I said.
“Better than most,” he agreed. “But that doesn’t mean it can’t be better!”
