I’d assumed that the person who’d just swallowed my middle-of-the-night orgasm was my apologetic wife … until I heard the voice that was attached to the pleasure-inducing mouth. As I alarmingly peered under the sheets to identify who it actually was, she said, “By the way, my name is Katrina. I borrowed your wife’s room key so I could keep you preoccupied while she’s fucking my boyfriend. We just love to share each other!”
Shock. Panic. Betrayal. Anger. Arousal. Guilt. Confusion. Nearly the entire spectrum of emotions crashed over me like a tidal wave. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to do.
For some reason, my first move was to reach over and turn on the light by the nightstand. Understandably, Katrina was quite startled by the sudden illumination that pierced the darkness of the suite. “AHH! What the …?!?”
As she bolted upright, the sheets that had been covering her were thrown into a heap at the foot of the bed. For the first time, I laid eyes on the seductress who had just sucked my cock dry. Indeed, it was not my wife. And yet … she looked familiar. As did her tight-fitting club dress.
After mumbling a quick apology for the brightness, I stammered, “Wait a minute, you’re …”
With a sly smile on her face, Katrina interrupted me. “Yes, I’m the girl from the dance floor.”
My mind raced back to the moment when I’d first noticed her dancing near us. I remembered how much I‘d been struck by her attractiveness. If I had found her alluring back then, she looked absolutely stunning now that her lips were glistening with traces of my cum.
Just as I was beginning to further admire the beauty of her delicate facial features, a look of pity appeared on her face. “Hey, I’m sorry I had to break the news to you about your wife.”
Momentarily, I re-experienced the anger that I’d felt when I’d first discovered my wife letting herself get fondled by the handsome stranger on the dance floor. I had no idea what I was going to do about my apparently-broken marriage, but that could be decided later. With a shrug of my shoulders, I grumbled, “Whatever. Fuck her.”
Facetiously, Katrina scanned the room. “WELLLL … since it seems that she’s not available to be fucked right now, would you prefer to fuck ME instead??”
My once-satisfied cock instantly jumped back to full attention. “Are you serious?!?”
Katrina giggled like a naughty schoolgirl. “I mean, you don’t have to …”
The rational part of my brain – whatever might’ve been left of it – quickly reasoned that if my wife was cheating on me, then I essentially had a free pass to cheat on her. Either way, with my cock already sticking out of my shorts and an incredibly hot woman in my bed asking to be fucked, it was practically inevitable that my other head would win.
Quickly surrendering to the compelling urge to cross over the line into adultery, I responded cheekily, “Do you typically have sex with all of your clothes on?”
Katrina sat up a little straighter and looked at me with curiosity. “Umm, no – why?”
I smiled. “Then why is your dress still on?”
Katrina’s eyes flared with erotic delight. “Ahhha … are you suggesting, lover, that you want to see more of me?”
Fuck, that was a hot response. “Uh-huh,” I groaned, instantly consumed by lustful anticipation.
Carefully, Katrina stood up on the bed over my extended legs. Slowly, teasingly, she pulled the shoulder straps of her dress sideways until they were hanging loosely over her upper arms. Then, clasping the middle of her dress in between her cleavage, she tugged downward. In a flash, an amazing pair of breasts popped out and proudly introduced themselves.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous,” I groaned. I reached down and started casually stroking myself.
Smiling confidently, Katrina kept going, alternating from one side to the other as she pulled her dress downward, revealing her smooth torso one tantalizing inch at a time. When she reached her hips, it suddenly became apparent that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
I couldn’t help myself. “Wait – were you naked under there the whole time?!?”
Grinning widely, Katrina bit her bottom lip and nodded.
I moaned again. “You are so fucking incredible. Keep going, baby, I want to see it all.”
Katrina wasted no time responding to my request. As she swiftly pulled down her dress over her hips and it fell loosely to her ankles, my gaze became instantly fixated on the breathtaking sight of her clean-shaven pussy. Completely smooth, as if recently waxed, nothing hindered my incredible view of her delicate pink lips, already moist, just longing for attention.
While Katrina finished stepping out of her crumpled dress, I quickly whisked off my shorts and temporarily sat up to remove my shirt. By the time that I’d made myself equally naked, Katrina had assumed a squatting pose over me. With my cock standing tall in between her spread-apart thighs, I watched with bated breath as Katrina used her manicured fingers to push the shaft of my swollen cock against the outside of her labia.
As I moaned with delight at feeling her warm wetness for the first time, Katrina playfully feigned concern. “Oh my – look at how big you are! I don’t know if this will fit inside me!”
Completely overtaken by lust, I responded hungrily, “We won’t know until we try, will we?”
Katrina clicked her tongue at me. “Tsk – what a naughty man you are. Are you suggesting that I should try to ride your stick?” The fire that I saw burning in Katrina’s eyes looked insatiable.
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled.
“Tell me,” Katrina demanded. “Tell me that you want to FUCK me.”
Obediently, I responded, and added to it, “I want to FUCK you so FUCKING bad.”
Without a word, Katrina rose upward. While still gripping my cock in her hand, she repositioned her pussy over my now-leaking tip. As soon as she seemed to be convinced that everything was properly aligned, she removed her hand, promptly sank her hips downward, and enveloped me. In one quick motion, I was completely buried inside of her.
As she gasped aloud, I cried out, “Ohhh FUCKKK yesss!!!”
But then, about a second later, there was knocking at the door.
Katrina practically jumped off my dick in fright. With the color draining rapidly from her face, she quietly hissed, “Shit!! Fuck! That must be your wife!!”
Unsettled by her alarmed reaction, I whispered back: “Why are you freaking out?? I thought you made this arrangement!”
Groaning, she dropped her head. “I wasn’t completely honest with you.”
“What do you mean?!?” I could feel my stomach dropping. Deep inside her, my cock began to shrink in fear.
Katrina spoke too rapidly for me to fully grasp all the details, but I gathered that – about an hour after we’d left the club – she had been walking alone on the beach and noticed my wife doing the same (apparently my wife had left our room shortly after I’d fallen asleep). When they sat down on some lounge chairs to keep chatting, though, my overly-inebriated wife fell asleep instead. In that moment, Katrina – who was fed up with her boyfriend’s aggressive flirting, and equally annoyed by women like my wife who let him do it – suddenly realized that she’d been given a very unique opportunity for some illicit revenge. Fully intending to seduce me, she carefully stole my wife’s room key.
With my heart pounding out of my chest, only one question consumed my focus. As soon as she paused, I asked, voice trembling: “Wait – so my wife is NOT screwing your boyfriend?!?”
As Katrina guiltily shook her head no, there was more knocking on the door.
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Vote for your preference of how the story should continue by recording your choice in the Comments. Part 3 will begin with whatever option gets the most votes!!
Option A – do I try to hide Katrina in the room & answer the door?
Option B – do I ignore the knocking & just keep enjoying Katrina (since it’s already too late)?
