“Jesus, Mack! Stop! My husband and your fiance are downstairs!”
Pushing against the hard chest pinning me against the wall of the master bedroom proved useless. In truth, there were many people downstairs. This was supposed to be a party celebrating Mack and Pam’s engagement!
“What are you doing,” I managed to gasp once I could move my mouth away from his.
Of course I knew what Mack was doing. His hands moving over my clothes. One hand squeezing my ass through my skirt while the other molded my tits through my shirt and bra. His mouth stopped searching for mine. Leaning in to pin me to the wall harder, he used his head to turn mine to the side to better expose my neck.
“You know what I’m doing,” Mack growled into my ear. “I did it with you hundreds, a thousand times while you were in college…”
I groaned softly. Both in remembrance of how we’d fucked for two years and because of the hand that was now under my skirt and rubbing my pussy through the crotch of my panties.
Mack was an old boyfriend I’d dated in high school. When we’d dated I’d let him go as far as putting his hand down my jeans but no further. After we broke up I started dating the guy who was now my husband. I dated Jim for the last two years of high school and then two more years while I attended a local community college. Jim was the first guy I’d gone all the way with. Shortly before I moved away to complete college at the university we were engaged.
Mack had dropped out of sight after high school. I was very surprised to see him on campus a month after classes started. He was working as a security guard. Mack was perfect for that. Six-three with muscles… I remembered how strong his hands had been on my body during the time we dated. Mack invited me out to a restaurant to talk and I’d agreed. I wish I could say he plied me with drinks but what happened later in the parking lot…
When Mack had pulled me to him in the car’s front seat I hadn’t resisted his kiss. I hadn’t stopped his roaming hands. Mack hadn’t needed alcohol to get me into the backseat of his car. I was no longer a virgin and the memory of his strong hands… Mack’s hands were as strong and demanding as I remembered. Loosening my clothes. Molding me, positioning me… My jeans and panties were left dangling from one leg as he pushed my knees apart. His body was hard with muscles between my thighs. The cock I’d never seen, only held in my hand the one time I’d put my hand under his pants, was as large as I’d imagined it to be in my fist. Oh, my God, it was like being split in two when Mack began thrusting that large cock up my already soaked pussy.
No, I couldn’t blame being drunk for letting him fuck me in the parking lot of the restaurant. I couldn’t blame anything except being in a strange town and perhaps loneliness for agreeing to go to Mack’s apartment after he’d filled me with cum. In his apartment I let Mack fuck me when and where and how he wanted the rest of the night. It wasn’t just for his satisfaction either. I had two long and wonderful orgasms while spreading my legs. When Mack dropped me off at my dorm early the next morning so he could go to work, I thought I could still taste his cum in my mouth and it felt like my bruised and swollen pussy lips were five times their usual size.
For two years after that night, when classes were in session, I was Mack’s booty call.
Mack’s large cock and love of rough sex never failed to excite me. When we were in his apartment I never knew when he’d lift me up to carry me to his bed or just fuck me where I was. There wasn’t a chair or table or kitchen counter I wasn’t fucked on or bent over to be mounted from behind.
At times, when my grades suffered from my nights spent fucking to exhaustion in Mack’s bed, I’d go to the library to study. And so many times Mack had shown up in his security uniform. The security keys he carried would open doors and I’d be used as a quickie fuck in a room or hallway or the couch of the third-floor lounge that was kept locked at night. Mack’s big hand across my mouth to stifle my cries as he fucked me… I’d clean Mack’s cock off with my mouth and he’d leave to continue his rounds about the campus and I’d go back to my studies feeling good between my thighs. Two hours later, if I was still at the library studying, I’d hear the familiar jingle of keys behind me and I’d eagerly leave my books to follow Mack.
But that was two years ago. This was now and I’d been married for two years. That didn’t matter to Mack when he’d offered me a tour of his home. It certainly didn’t matter to Mack now as I felt his hand between our bodies freeing his cock. I could have called out and stopped him. I didn’t. Instead, I closed my eyes as fingers pulled the crotch of my panties to the side of my pussy lips. I could have called out… Instead, I moaned when I felt the huge head of his cock slide and press hard against my clit.
With one hand on his cock to guide it to my entrance, Mack’s other hand covered my mouth to deaden my cries of both pain and pleasure as he thrust and took me fast against the wall.
‘What am I doing?’ I thought that over and over with each thrust that drove more cock inside me. But, ‘Oh, fuck! This feels so damned good!’ was all I could think once Mack’s hard pubic bone pressed against my mound, his huge cock fully inside me. I couldn’t help it. My pussy was flowing with my juice before Mack even began a fast, hard fucking of my pussy. With each thrust that pressed my ass cheeks into the wall, breath was forced from my lungs and my panting grunts echoed Mack’s in the bedroom.
Then a hand reached down to grip my leg and raise my knee up to my shoulders. My pleasure reached new heights as, with my pussy completely open and wet, Mack’s long cock went even deeper into me. Pussy walls that hadn’t experienced a cock assault like this since the last time we’d fucked, stretched and were filled as powerful thighs drove Mack’s large cock into me. I could do nothing but moan at how good it felt as I was rough fucked against the wall.
It didn’t take long before Mack grunted and thrust into me with several short, hard jabs and for the first time since I married my husband, another man’s cum flooded my pussy. Our quickie fuck had been short in time but it brought back memories of why I’d been Mack’s fuck doll for two years. I loved rough sex! I loved Mack’s unpredictable and seemingly insatiable appetite for sex! I loved how Mack approached sex with a no-holds-barred intensity that had brought me to climax so, so, so many times!
I love my husband but there isn’t an adventurous bone in his body. Sex is always in our bed. Sex with my husband is always tender and good, even when my body is begging to just be tossed onto the floor or bent over a chair and just fucked hard!
Mack rested only a short time before I felt his hand between us again… The long slide of his still hard cock from my pussy… Fingers pulling the crotch of my panties over my slit… We both heard the small, wet pussy fart and we knew I was wetting my panties with a large, dripping amount of cum. Mack certainly like knowing I was dripping with his cum as a rough hand gripped my pussy lips.
Moving his hand in small circles, Mack began smearing the cum in my panties over my pussy as he pressed his lips to my ear. “Your pussy is just as tight as I remember. Pam is going out of town this weekend. I’m going to get a room at that hotel out on 52 that I tried to take you to when we were in high school. I’m sure you remember. You were so wet that night when I had my hand down your pants. Not as wet as you are now though,” Mack whispered as his hand pressed hard between my legs to paint my pussy lips with more of his cum.
“No, I can’t… This has to be just a one-time…” My protest died in another moan as my hard clit was found and massaged.
“I’ll be there at ten. Make up an excuse for Jim and join me. Tell him you’re going shopping… Shhh…,” Mack said to quiet me with a pussy scented finger to my lips as he pulled away and I began to say I couldn’t meet him. Arranging his semi-hard cock in his pants and zipping the fly, he smiled at me. “I know you’ll be there. You know you’ll be there. Jim is a great guy. But we both know he can’t satisfy you like I can.
“Now go downstairs and be the good wife,” Mack told me as his hand slipped under my skirt again to coat my pussy with more cum. “Damn, I’m gonna stay so hard until Saturday. Your tight, little pussy… I’ll send you back to your husband with a permanent smile on your face. 10 am Saturday. Don’t be late.”
With that Mack let me leave the bedroom to do as he said. I hadn’t been gone all that long and I don’t think Jim even knew I’d disappeared. He certainly didn’t suspect I’d willingly let another man fuck me upstairs. I couldn’t help the wicked thrill I felt standing next to Jim with another man’s cum inside me.
I wore Mack’s cum the rest of the night. I could have gone into the bathroom and washed between my thighs but after two years of safe, married sex in a bed, it felt good to be reminded that I still had a wild side. Even if my wild side would only be allowed out just this one time and no more!
Sitting in the passenger seat on the drive home, in places where there were no street lights, in the dark I’d rub my pussy and once I slipped a hand under my skirt and a finger up my pussy. Staring out the passenger window with my face hidden from my husband, I sucked my finger clean until I could no longer smell the scent of sex.
Later, in the dark of our bedroom, lying next to my sleeping husband I convinced myself that tonight was to be chalked up to just a one-time really bad mistake. With a quiet groan trying not to wake my husband, my hand crept under my panties to rub my now clean pussy. My fingers began to play around my clit as I remembered how sore I was between my thighs after being fucked by Mack during those cold, snowy college days when we had nothing else to do but fuck for hours… And hours…
‘No,’ I sighed as two fingers slid up my wet pussy and my hips began to move. Fingers of my other hand began circling my clit as I resolved, ‘No, Mack was going to be alone in his motel room… Out on 52… At 10 am… Saturday…’
