“Oh my god, you are so much bigger than my husband,” Ericca said, staring intently at the tip of his soft penis before darting her eyes back up to his smirking face.
Ericca’s heart pounded in her chest as she leaned forward towards him. She was a married woman; her husband was expecting her home in a few hours. What was she doing?
She shouldn’t be here. Yet, here she was, on her knees in a seedy hotel room. She had barely let him close the door before she had dropped to her knees and crawled towards him and dropped his trousers to his knees, now staring at an older man’s package, her mouth full of saliva, She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze before she surprised herself by saying, “I’ve never sucked my husband’s dick. May I suck your cock, please?” She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against the soft skin of his cock.
Ericca could see the surprise in the man’s face; she was lucky enough to glance back down just as his penis twitched slightly.
“Never?” he asks.
Ericca blushed; she knew the man had a broad grin on his face from his tone, but she didn’t dare look away from his cock; she wanted to see it twitch again. She lied, knowing it would excite the man, “Never. I would never let him put that pathetic dick in my mouth.” She whispered, her voice barely audible.
The man laughed, “Open that pretty little mouth of yours and let’s see what you can do.” He said, his voice commanding.
Ericca looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and innocent, before opening her mouth wide. She leaned in, her breath hot on his cock, and licked the tip, tasting the slight saltiness. She heard his sharp intake of breath; she tilted her head back, and bit by bit she moved her lips over his flaccid cock, her lips opening and closing around his soft flesh as she took him further into her mouth.
Ericca thought about how much bigger her husband’s cock was, but in the same split second, images and memories of him now being much smaller and harder than this guy’s cock filled and rewrote her mind.
She slowly sucked and licked up and down the length of him, her lips making a soft sucking sound as they released him with each bob of her head. She could feel him starting to grow in her mouth, getting harder and longer, filling her mouth a little more and more with her efforts. She looked up at him again, her eyes watering slightly, and saw him watching her with a mix of surprise and lust.
“You’re doing just fine, darling,” he said, his voice gruff. “I love the idea of getting a married woman to suck me, even more so when she never sucks her own man’s cock,” he told her.
She felt her pussy getting wetter at the confession.
She kept working his slowly stiffening cock in her mouth, her tongue flicking against the underside of his shaft as she hummed in pleasure. With her free hands, she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her bra-enhanced cleavage. She wanted him to see what her husband saw every day. No, she wanted to show him something her husband hardly got to see anymore, her mind rewrote.
“Damn, you got very pretty tits,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “Your husband would be a lucky man if he got to see you play with those.”
Ericca felt a flush of pride mixed with a twinge of guilt. She had always loved her curves and her husband fondling them. She pushed the thought away; she hated her husband touching her like that.
She took her mouth off his cock with a pop, looking up at him with her eyes filled with hunger and lust. “Would you like me to play with them for you?” She asked, her voice husky. “I never put on a show for my husband. He doesn’t deserve to see me like this. But you do. Will you watch me play with my tits for you, PLEASE?” She said as she unclasped her bra, letting her ample breasts spill out.
Victor nodded, and she immediately began to play with her nipples, pinching and tugging on them.
Victor’s eyes were glued to her tits, his breathing coming in short gasps.
Ericca took him back into her mouth, her lips wrapped around his semi-erect cock as she worked him with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. She wanted to please him, to make him hard; she wanted to feel him growing harder in her mouth.
“That’s it, darling,” he groaned. “You’re doing a great job. Play with those tits while you suck my cock. Your husband doesn’t deserve those two things again.”
Ericca felt a thrill at his words, her pussy aching with need as she pleased him.
She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, feeling him grow harder and longer inside her. She loved the feeling of his cock filling her, her lips stretching around him as he grew. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out, as she continued to play with her tits, focusing more on her nipples until they were hard little points. She could feel his cock getting harder and bigger, until finally, it hit the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Victor said, his voice deeper, rougher. “You love the taste of my cock, don’t you, darling? hitting the back of your throat your husband could never reach?”
Ericca pulled back, gasping for air, her mouth still filled with the taste of him. “Yes,” she said, her voice breathless as her mind had already backed up the claim her husband was small in the trouser department.
“He couldn’t reach the back of my throat if he tried. He’s far too small,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and excitement as she looked up at him.
Victor chuckled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine. “That’s a shame for him,” he said. “But lucky for me, isn’t it?” He reached down, his hand cupping her chin, and tilted her head up to look at him. “You know, I’ll always love fucking a married woman. Especially one who has a pathetic-dicked hubby.”
Ericca felt a thrill run through her at his words.
“Please, Victor. I want you to fuck me. You can fuck me like my husband never can. He’s at home right now, thinking I’m out shopping for his birthday gift. He has no idea what I’m really doing. With you!”
Victor’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t expected this from her. “You want me to fuck you? Here? Now? While your husband thinks you’re out shopping for his birthday gift?”
Ericca nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed with anticipation.
Victor considered her for a moment, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You know what? I think we should give him a little gift for his birthday. I mean, how about I put a baby inside you, and you can tell him it’s his? Right up until I say so, we can keep him thinking it’s his. Wouldn’t it be fun?”
Ericca felt a shiver of excitement run through her. The idea of carrying another man’s child while her husband remained clueless was instantly thrilling. It was wicked, perverted even, but it was also incredibly arousing. She felt a fresh wave of wetness between her legs.
“Yes,” she gasped, her heart pounding in her chest with exhilaration.
“You’re a naughty little wife, aren’t you? Playing with fire like this.” He pulled her to her feet. “I do love the idea of getting you pregnant. The thought of your husband believing that child is his…it’s almost poetic.” his hand cupping her breast, his thumb tracing her nipple. “Tell me what you want me to do.” Victor prompted, his eyes gleaming in anticipation to hear her talk dirty, to confess her new dark desires to him.
“I want you to fuck me, Victor. I want you to fill me with your cum and get me pregnant. I want to look into my husband’s eyes every day, knowing I’m carrying your child, not his. I want to make him believe it’s his, to fool him into thinking he’s the father. I want to cuckold him, Victor. I want you to cuckold my husband with me.”
Victor’s grin widened at her confession, his hand squeezing her breast harder. “That’s a very naughty thing to want, Ericca. But I do like the sound of it.
Let’s make a baby tonight. Let’s give your husband a little surprise nine months from now.” His voice was a low growl, his eyes never leaving hers as he spoke.
Ericca eagerly nodded and took his hand, leading him towards the bed, her heart pounding in her chest with excitement. She wanted this more than anything she had ever wanted before.
She pulled down her jeans and stepped out of them, her open blouse falling down beside them. As she jumped onto the big bed, she pulled her bra off and then peeled her soaked panties down her long, smooth legs, and using the elastic, pinged them at Victor.
Victor caught her panties with a laugh and threw them aside as he quickly shed his own clothes, his eyes never leaving Ericca’s nude body spread out on the bed before him. He climbed onto the bed, his old body hovering over hers, his cock standing proud and thick before him.
Ericca’s eyes met his, and she nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt the heat radiating off his body as he positioned himself between her open legs. “I want this. I want you to fuck me, Victor. I want you to fill me with your cum,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She reached up, her hands gripping the pillows behind her, her back arching slightly as she held his gaze and positioned it under her head. “I want to see you slide inside my married pussy,” she told him, knowing now what got him off.
He grinned wickedly, his eyes shining with lust as he reached down and spat into his hand. Without warning, he slapped his hand down hard, his saliva coating her pussy. The warmth caught her off guard, but the sensation was strangely exhilarating. Ericca gasped, her hips jerking up towards his hand. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking filthy,” she groaned, her eyes locked onto his.
Victor chuckled. “You like that, don’t you, married slut? You like being used by an older man.” He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his breath hot on her skin. “You’re a dirty, cheating wife, aren’t you? You want me to fuck your married cunt, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and husky as he began to slide inside her.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Your pussy has never been stretched by that husband of yours, has it?”
Erica moaned. “Oh god, Victor. Not like this. I would never know if he was inside me, but you, you stretch me wider than anyone ever has,” she panted, her hips lifting to meet his. “You’re so big, so much bigger than him. I can feel every inch of your fat cock inside me.” She gasped, her breath hitching as he pushed deeper. “Victor. You’re making me feel so full. So stretched. God, I love it. I love how your cock fills me up completely. It’s so much bigger than my husband’s tiny dick. You’re fucking me like a real man, not like that pathetic excuse for a husband I have,” Ericca moaned. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear, and she wasn’t shy about giving it to him in the filthiest, most degrading way possible.
Victor groaned, his pace quickening as he gripped her hips tighter.
Ericca wrapped her legs around him, her heels locking together behind his ass, urging him deeper. “Oh god, yes. I love it. I love the thought of you filling me with your cum while my husband is at home, waiting for me to come back to him. I love the thought of you getting me pregnant and him not knowing,” she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure and desire.
“I want to feel your cum inside me, Victor. I want your seed deep in me. I want to look him in the face every day, knowing I’m carrying your child. I’ll make him believe it right until the very end, then let him know I’ve been fucking someone else behind his back, that I chose to get knocked up by a real man, not some pathetic excuse for a husband.” Ericca’s eyes were locked onto Victor’s, her voice low and dirty as she confessed her darkest desires to him before kissing him.
Victor’s eyes widened in surprise at her force, his cock twitching inside her at the filthy confession.
Ericca sensed his pleasure; she instantly took control, her hands gripping his cheeks as she pulled his face down to her, kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, possessing him.
She broke the kiss, panting, her eyes locked onto his, her voice a husky whisper as she pulled him close, her mouth against his ear, “Fuck me, fill me with your cum. I want to carry your baby in my married, cheating body.” Her voice was low, dirty, and desperate.
“Show my cunt how real a man is. Fuck me like my husband can’t.” Ericca’s filthy mouth matched the raw, animalistic way her body was moving beneath him. She was grinding her hips up against him, meeting each of his thrusts with a hunger that was almost violent. Her long, blond curls were splayed out across the pillow like a halo.
Victor could feel the heat radiating off her body, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice as he pounded into her.
“He won’t have a clue.” Ericca moaned, her body writhing beneath him, her hands gripping around him.
Victor’s eyes darkened, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he held her gaze. “Take my seed. As soon as you’re pregnant, I want you to start seducing his friends.”
Ericca’s eyes widened in shock for a second before a wicked smile spread across her face. “I’ll do whatever you want.” She moaned, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. “I’ll flirt and tease until they can’t resist. A cheating whore wife,” Ericca promised, her voice a low growl as she arched her back, taking him deeper inside her.
“I’ll make them all want me. I’ll make them all think they’re the ones who knocked me up. And all the while, I’ll be your little cuckoldress, carrying your baby.”
Victor groaned, his cock twitching at her words. “Fuck yes, you dirty little slut,” he growled, his hips slamming into hers. “I want to see you with my cum dripping out of your cunt, knowing that you’re carrying my baby.
I want you to go home to your husband like that,” Victor panted, his voice hoarse with desire as he fucked her harder.
Ericca moaned, her body writhing beneath him, her hips lifting to meet each of his forceful thrusts. “Yes, yes, please. I want to feel your cum inside me, spilling out of me. I want to go home to him with your scent on me, your taste in my mouth, and your baby growing inside me.” Her words were a filthy, whispered confession, driving Victor wild.
He could feel his orgasm building, his hips slamming against hers with increasing force. “I’m about to come,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Ericca’s body tensed, her orgasm building like a tidal wave, ready to crash over her. “Yes, yes, please,” she moaned, her voice filled with desperate pleading. “I want it. I want your cum inside me. Give me it all,” Ericca begged, her voice a desperate plea as she felt Victor’s cock throbbing inside her, ready to let go. She could feel her own orgasm, her body tensing as she waited for his release, her hips lifting to meet his thrust.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take my cum,” he growled, his eyes locked onto hers as he felt his orgasm building, his balls ready to explode.
Ericca’s eyes widened, her breath hitched as she felt him throbbing inside her, ready to let go.
“Come with me,” Victor commanded, his voice a low growl as he pounded into her, his cock twitching and pulsing, and then, with a final, powerful thrust, Victor buried himself deep inside Ericca, and he released a torrent of hot cum deep within her.
Ericca’s eyelids flew open, her big blue eyes rolled back, and her body convulsed as she felt the warmth of his seed filling her; her orgasm took over her. She had never felt anything like it—the intensity, the sheer power of her release was overwhelming. Her back arched, her legs shook wildly against his as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her screams of ecstasy filling the seedy hotel room.
Victor leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss as he continued to slowly and sensitively keep pumping his release into her.
When he finally pulled back, Ericca was panting, her body still twitching with aftershocks of her orgasm.
As he rolled off of her and onto his side, Ericca brought her legs up over her head, her elbows supporting her weight against the mattress with her hands on her hips.
“What are you doing?” Victor panted.
“Making sure the job is done,” Ericca giggled, with her toned legs pointing towards the stained ceiling.
“Good girl,” he told her.
“I don’t mind trying again later,” she told him, only half joking.
