Early on it was clear we were attracted to each other and I would often catch her staring at me during our volleyball games. I quickly found out she was married, but when I saw her husband for the first time I was stunned. I thought he was a short, fat loser and I couldn’t understand how a guy who looked like that had a hot wife like her.
At that point I made it my goal to fuck Carly. I’ve never had a problem getting laid, and married women are among my favorites. The thrill factor is intense and there’s usually little commitment required. I increased my flirting with her. Not to sound arrogant, but I’m six foot, five inches and 200 pounds with a lean, chiseled body. That’s why I would regularly catch her looking at me so I kept my shirt off at volleyball.
Following our Thursday night volleyball game a few weeks ago, the team went to a nearby bar for dinner. Afterwards, I walked Carly to her car. We mostly talked about our mutual careers in marketing but, when we got to her vehicle, I moved in to kiss her. Our tongues locked for a few seconds, but she suddenly backed away, apprehensive.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” she said.
I told her I understood, but that it was hard not to act on our attraction. She mumbled “sorry” again several times, got in her SUV, and drove away. I was briefly concerned I may have come on too strong, but I knew it was a matter of either putting it out there or forgetting about it.
I was still a little horny, so I texted Robin, one of my booty calls, went over to her house, and fucked her.
Three days later, on Sunday, I was thinking about texting Carly to apologize when she beat me to it. She messaged me that she felt bad for driving off, and then to my surprise, asked what I was doing that afternoon. I told her that I was playing my weekly soccer game with friends.
“Where?” she asked.
A few hours later I was playing soccer when I noticed Carly’s SUV parked across the street. When we wrapped up the match, she got out and met me on the sideline. She looked incredible in a sleeveless trench shirtdress that highlighted her long, sexy legs.
I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, and she asked what my plans were. I suggested we go out, but said we should to my place first so I could change. That’s when one of my idiot teammates inadvertently tried to cockblock me by asking me if he could get a ride home. I had to explain that I was getting a ride with Carly, but she laughed and offered to drop him off. Thankfully, he lives close to me. In retrospect, having him in the vehicle for the 10-minute drive helped transition any awkward tension. We dropped him off and then she and I went to my condo.
Carly sat on one of the stools by my counter and I offered her a drink. I knew where things were going, and I deviously asked where her husband was on this day. She said he and their kid went to a baseball game, and that she was supposed to go as well.
“There’s no way I could sit through that, though” she said.
“You’re right, baseball fucking sucks.”
“Yeah, I guess I prefer soccer,” she responded, eyeing me.
With that, it was on. We began making out passionately, tugging at each others’ clothes. I pulled the belt on her dress and tore it off to reveal she wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear. She pulled down my shorts to free my rapidly swollen manhood, and before I knew it I was inside her, fucking her as she sat on the stool.
She threw her head back and leaned against the counter. I began licking her tits, and her nipples quickly hardened to look like long corks. She was moaning like crazy, and I could tell she was going to come quickly. Her pussy pulsated around my cock, and when I pulled out of her there was a popping sound. She then squirted, punctuating it with a loud, “Oh fuck!”
We were in a sexual frenzy. I led her off the stool and onto the large ottoman. Carly pulled off my polo shirt and, with her on her back, I began fucking her with slow, languid strokes. That’s when she unexpectedly started dirty talking.
“You’re even hotter playing soccer than volleyball,” she blurted out.
“Does your fat husband fuck you like this?” I shot back, picking up my pace.
“He doesn’t have your fat long cock.”
I’ve never been so turned on. I planted my toes on the floor, and with her smooth legs around my shoulders, I proceeded to pound her into ecstasy. My condo echoed with Carly’s screams of ecstasy and that undeniable sex sound of bodies slapping hard. She bucked up hard into me and her pussy clamped around my dick. When I couldn’t hold it anymore I pulled out, and again, her juices flowed out of her. This time I groaned loudly and shot my heavy load all over her stomach and tits.
With one hand she he grabbed at my cock, trying to stroke out every last drop. With the other hand, she began rubbing my essence all over her. I noticed Carly’s entire body had turned a bright shade of pink. I locked her in a deep kiss, and we lay there naked for a while.
“I wanted to do this since I met you,” she eventually said. “But I was hesitant.”
I got up and rolled a joint, and then we smoked it.
“This is what I mean,” she said, grinning. “You’re a bad influence.”
“Bad feels good sometimes,” I said.
I put the joint out in the sink and walked back to her. My cock was re-awakening, and she started using her hand on me as I stood in front of her.
She took me in her mouth, expertly working the head and underside of my shaft with her tongue. As she went down deeper, I could hear her mildly gagging. I ran my hands through her long auburn hair, telling her I couldn’t wait to fuck her again.
“I’m going to be inside your pussy again in a couple of minutes,” I said.
I like blow jobs as much as any guy, but I’d almost always rather fuck. I have great endurance and can fuck for hours.
“Okay,” she said, stopping giving me head. “But I want to ride you.”
I lay on my back on the ottoman and she straddled me, lowering herself onto my throbbing column. “Oh God, oh yes,” she groaned as I filled her and she slowly rocked her hips back and forth. Soon her cadence intensified, her hair whirling around and the look on her face one of pure ecstasy. I played with her tits, gently twisting each pink jewel. She arched her back to feel every inch of me, a moan following each bounce.
I prefer being on top and generally don’t like coming on my back. When I sensed she was about to have another orgasm, I sat up and dropped her onto her back. Pulling out, I got on my knees and flipped her around into doggy-style. Her grunts sounded like they bordered between pleasure and pain as I teed off on her from behind, my belly loudly slapping onto her ass.
She screamed out a command, “Pull my hair… pull my hair, you fucking stud!”
I grabbed some of her hair in a loose fist, but it wasn’t enough. “Harder,” she yelled.
I tugged as hard as I could without pulling any hair out, going back into jackhammer mode with my cock. She came in waves over and over again, and I waited until the last possible second to withdraw, draping her ass, back, and the ottoman with my hot come.
Carly rolled over and touched herself, purring like a cat. “Your body is built for sex,” she said.
It had been the most explosive, uninhibited sex session of my life, and I felt like I could have kept going all day. “Good things come to those who wait, I guess,” I said.
Again, we sat naked talking about work and volleyball and then her phone rang. “Damn, I have to answer this, don’t say anything,” she said, getting up, covering her chest with my shirt and taking the call in the bedroom. I realized it was her husband on the other end, and she sounded agitated talking to him.
After a couple of minutes, she came out. I asked if everything was alright, and she said yes, but that she should go. We both realized at that moment it had become 4:30pm but I suggested she take a shower first. She said she didn’t have time: she was supposed to meet her husband at six for a post-game barbecue.
“My semen is all over you,” I deadpanned.
An annoyed look on her face quickly turned into a giggle, so I approached her and pushed her against the wall. I began kissing her while probing her engorged pussy with two fingers. “No I really have to go,” she meekly protested as I tried to lead her hand back to my cock, which was sore but again swelling to attention.
“You wanna go to a barbecue with your fat husband?” I asked. “I could fuck you all night.”
She pulled my hand out from between her legs. “You don’t have to be so mean,” she said in a serious tone.
“I’m sorry,” I replied, reaching around and caressing her ass. “I wasn’t trying to be mean. I just think he overachieved tremendously.”
“I’m turned on by your bold confidence,” she said, “but you’re just cocky and arrogant.”
“Well, there’s winners and losers,” I responded, kissing her deeply.
Her body went limp for a moment, but then she gave in and kissed me back hard. She grabbed my cock and guided it back inside her.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
I began fucking her against the wall, pinning her to it with her legs around my hips. It was intense. I was sure my neighbours were hearing it all, but we didn’t care.
“Fuck me, fuck me again,” she cried out. My cock fit perfectly inside her; I knew we were a match made in sexual heaven.
My arms were tiring from holding her up, so we moved onto the rug. I took her in the G-force position, my favorite move for finishing women off. With Carly flat on her back, her legs up high and me on my knees, I went to town, pulling her hips tight towards me with each powerful thrust. Her moans became borderline screams and I lifted both her legs up high to penetrate her as deeply as possible.
“Feel so fucking good,” I gasped, “I can’t get enough of you.”
On cue, one last time, her pussy tightened around my cock like a vice and I knew she was coming. She began shaking violently and squirming on the floor.
“I’m gonna fucking come,” I shouted, unsure if she would want me to finish inside. But by then I couldn’t stop. I came deep inside of her, feeling a flood of our combined juices. A final, ear-piercing scream came out of her and bounced off the walls, and I pulled out and collapsed on the floor next to her.
Suddenly, Carly was in awkward rush. Standing while still getting her breath, she grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom to clean up and dress. I pulled on my shorts and my shirt and kicked a soccer ball around the living room while I waited for her. When she came out, I told her I hoped this was only the start of something.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she said.
I kissed her goodbye and she left.
This encounter happened four weeks ago. We’ve been seeing each other ever since.