Wifey is screwed during her hubby is taking a shower...............................................
Alicea stood behind her husband, hand on his back, as he spoke to
the clerk behind the desk. The folks scattered around offered their
congratulations as they passed by the newly married couple. Alicea had
insisted on remaining in their wedding clothes the entire night. That is,
the entire night up until now. Once they reached their room, she didn’t
expect to remain in her white dress for long.
Her husband broke her contact to sign the charge slip. Tonight,
they would make
. Tomorrow, they would be off on their honeymoon.
Alicea took a step back from the counter and looked around the
lobby.
A man was staring.
She met his gaze with a smile, figuring he was amused by the
sight of the newlyweds. But his look didn’t alter.
What was it?
Something about his face struck a whisper in her thoughts. She
knew what his expression meant, but couldn’t seem to recall it. His
intensity seared the atmosphere. His unblinking eyes suggested he was
thinking about...
Alicea broke her gaze.
He wanted to fuck her.
She had been oblivious to the desires of men since she started
dating Tom. She knew very quickly he was special and lost interest in
other men rather quickly. She had forgotten, or hadn’t noticed, that men
loved to look at her. That men wanted to fuck her.
But what was she worried about? She was married now! Quite
obviously married! She looked again at the man, who had never stopped his
stare. She noticed his face this time. He was handsome, and dark. His
hair was jet black, and his eyes seemed to match. Why did he just stare?
Why didn’t he smile or make some obscene gesture.
Alicea realized she had been staring back at the man for a good
length of time when Tom touched her on the shoulder. She smiled at her
husband, then followed him to the room.
She was quite aroused.
She fucked her husband well. The newlyweds made
passionately, loudly, and wildly. Tom fucked her in the bed, then on the
floor, and then finally, in the tub. They drifted into sleep as their
naked bodies clung to one another.
Alicea stirred when the water grew cold. She stood up in the tub,
dangling her dripping breasts over her husband. She laughed as she viewed
her wrinkly skin in the mirror, then stopped as she toyed with the chain
Tom had given her before the wedding. She didn’t know its origin, but he
told her it was an ancient bond of
. As long as she wore it, the two
would be inseparable. She held it, bounced it off her firm breasts, and
tried to fit a breast through its loop. Somehow, she felt Tom was
touching her each time the chain made contact with her flesh.
She walked into the bedroom, and pulled a short, golden silk robe
out from her bag. She wrapped her naked body its smooth touch. She sat
down on the bed, causing the robe to creep above her thighs and reveal
some of her pussy. She smiled at how revealing it was. Tom was going to
her in this, or more accurately, fuck her in this.
The sounds of the running shower pulled Alicea from her dreamy,
erotic mood. She thought about jumping her husband in the steamy
downpour, but realized she was incredible thirsty. She reached for her
purse and pulled out some change. She decided to grab a quick sip of
iced tea, then see if her husband needed any help in washing.
She stepped out into the hall, forgetting the sheer nature of the
robe. She hurriedly walked to twenty feet or so to the nearest vending
machine. She dropped in her change, and bent over to grab her purchase.
A door creaked down the hall as she lifted the can. She turned
her head towards the sound.
It was him.
The stranger walked towards her, his stride indicating confidence
or indifference, she wasn’t sure which. But his fixed eyes led her to
believe it was confidence.
Alicea failed to stand until the stranger was nearly to her. She
rose as he pulled even with her, turning her head and keeping her eyes
fixed on his. Something about his stare... so mysterious... so
alluring... so lustful, yet so unthreatening.
He smiled.
Alicea was too numb to respond. The stranger continued his walk
down the hall. A cool draft spread up Alicea’s leg and tickled the hairs
between her legs.
He had seen her ass.
She realized the robe must have been several inches too short
while she was bent over in front of the machine. Her bare ass curved
deliciously into view in that position -- she knew from the various poses
she performed in front of the mirror. Then she realized something more
significant. He had seen her pussy. She had seen the enticing folds of
her cunt peeping from under her ass. He had to seen it.
Alicea raced back to her room, back to her husband.
Tom had been happy to fuck his scantily clad wife yet again.
Alicea had appeared in the bathroom, and gave him a small show. She bent
over like she had at the machine, asking her husband, “Do you think this
is too short?” His obviously said “No.” Then she asked, “Doesn’t this
chain go well with it?” And proceeded to open the front, exposing the
chain and her breasts. She dangled her husband’s gift across her nipples.
Tom gulped his answer. Alicea dropped the robe to the floor, then
stepped into the steam with her husband.
She had forgotten the encounter with the stranger the night
before. She awoke, her naked body pressed against her naked husband, and
thought only about her happiness and the future that awaited them. She
headed for the bathroom, and noticed the golden robe lying on the floor.
The thought of the stranger returned. She must have given him quite a
thrill! She pulled the robe over her, remembering the look of the man as
she did.
“I wonder...”
She bent over at the knees, looking back towards the mirror. Sure
enough, her ass revealed itself quickly. Her pussy followed right behind.
She felt a wave of heat spread across her at the sight. She stood back up
and eyed herself in the mirror. She noticed her hardened nipples through
the silk, and began playing with the robe. She exposed more of her
breast, then less. She tested the limits of how loosely she could tie the
front without exposing herself too much. She enjoyed the spectacle of her
cleavage.
Without thinking, her left hand slipped under the silk and gently
massaged her left breast. She couldn’t stop thinking about the stranger,
and how excited her would be if he could see her like this! The gold
fabric hung delicately at the side off her naked breast, folding with
it’s rising and falling motion. She pictured his face gazing intently at
her... at her chest. “He may have seen my pussy, but he hasn’t seen
these!”
He right hand slid up her thigh, and under the robe. She rubbed
her pussy and stared at her beautiful body jiggle. The robe remained
barely tied across the front. She saw a lustful look in her eye. Was that
how she returned his lustful stares? She closed her eyes at the thought.
She felt his eyes upon her now. The existed in her thoughts. She
pretended he was on the other side of the mirror, watching her bobbing
tits... watching her pleasure herself. She slipped a finger into her
cunt.
What if it was his finger?
“Oooh...” she rammed it into her, bucking her hips against her
hand.
What if it was his penis?
Alicea stopped. She quickly closed her robe and headed to the
bedroom. She didn’t look at her husband as she pulled on a pair of shorts
and covered her naked breasts with a light sweater. She would go down and
get some coffee... she would go down and forget the thoughts she just
thought.
Alicea took the coffee from the girl behind the desk. She sipped
the hot liquid, hoping to rest her quivering body. The heat only seemed
to compound her already flushed skin. She turned, and headed for the
elevator.
“Oh God...”
The stranger stood at the door. The elevator had come down, but
he didn’t get off.
She stepped inside, secure only in the fact an elderly couple got
on with her. She refused to look at the man, but knew his eyes were on
her. She FELT his eyes on her.
Her heart pounded beneath the sweater. Her hand shook as she
brought the coffee to her lips. She bit her lip as she felt a tingling
between her legs. It grew, as if fingers were brushing against the folds,
sending shivering waves through her body. Her pussy acted alone, as if it
knew it had been seen, and wanted to be seen again. She sipped again from
the coffee, unaware the elevator had stopped.
The old couple stepped off. No one else got on. The elevator
continued upwards. Alicea knew she had to at least glance at the man. If
not, he would know he got to her. She prepared herself to smile slightly.
She forced her head to move slowly towards him, expecting him to be
wearing a huge grin and say something crass.
He stared back.
As if his eyes had never left her, he stared back. As if they had
no other purpose, they stared back. Alicea felt a pounding sensation hit
her from head to toe. She was going to smile then look away. She didn’t
smile. She didn’t look away.
Alicea stared into his eyes, and knew she was naked to him. She
had on no clothes, and he had to real experience of her naked beauty to
strengthen the weakest imagination. She had never witnessed so bold a
statement of a man’s lust for her, yet he had not spoken a single word.
And she didn’t look away.
The elevator stopped at her floor. The door opened. Alicea was
supposed to move. The man did. He moved to about an inch from her. The
door closed. Alicea felt her cunt throbbing She felt her nipples burning.
He kissed her.
He didn’t move with attack or over-zealous lust. he simply
pressed his lips against hers, and kissed. She kissed back. She felt her
moist lips meet his, and slide smoothly across them.
The door opened. The next floor. A man and his son entered. The
stranger had broken his kiss with the opening of the door, and looked
with Alicea at the intruders. An eternity seemed to pass by. Alicea eyed
the open door. Every sensible impulse in her told her to go through it.
She moved forward, and was stopped by the stranger’s unnoticing body.
His hand was on her breast.
Alicea saw the form indented by his firm press. She began to
realize it had been there almost the whole time.
She pushed past the stranger into the hallway. She raced for the
stairs, hoping he wasn’t following. She reached the end of the hall,
panting heavily.
“You stupid girl, you stupid, stupid girl!” She chastised herself
as she descended the staircase. So much for not letting him think he had
gotten to her. So much for acting cool and like a dutiful wife.
Tom woke up with a start, his naked wife’s cunt rubbing his cock
to life. He pulled the light sweater off her, and felt the chain dangle
from her breasts and into his face. Alicea slipped her cunt onto Tom’s
now hard cock, and pulled the chain from her neck as he fucked her.
Again, she managed to put the encounter out of her mind as they
prepared for some sightseeing. They had gotten a late start, thanks to
Alicea’s fucking. She needed his cock in her, it reminded her of the
she felt for him, and her commitment to his wonderful marriage. As long
as Tom made
o her, the world would be perfect.
But her insatiable drive tired her poor husband, and she finally
agreed to let him up. They would catch a few sights, have a romantic
dinner, and return to the room rejuvenated and ready for all-night
passion.
She at the main doors with her husband, waiting for their ride.
She kept her eyes focused on the road winding away from the hill. Soon
their taxi would be here, and she wouldn’t have to worry about looking at
the stranger a few yards away.
But the taxi was of little help. It seemed he appeared everywhere
they went, always popping into her view when Tom couldn’t see him. He
stared at her at the restaurant. He stared at her at the beach. He stared
at her at the museum. With each sighting, his lust grew heavier on her.
His intentions seemed to take on physical form, exciting her pussy and
breasts with invisible hands. She never left her husband’s side. She
wasn’t going to let him touch her again. She wasn’t going to let him gain
anything forbidden from her. She was a new wife...
Dinner seemed to arrive after days. Finally, they sat down in a
nice, private restaurant. The secluded booth was perfect hidden from
prying eyes. Only her husband’s eyes and the eyes of their teenage
waitress could gaze upon her breasts and beauty. She sighed, and pressed
the chain against her ample cleavage. She wore a dress to kill, and
wondered how long her husband could stand looking at her like this.
It wasn’t long before Tom’s foot found its way under the dress
and to her panties. His toes rubbed against her pussy as she slightly
humped the welcome intrusion. He dropped an olive down her chest, and
feigned a difficult time in its retrieval. His hand slid wonderfully
across her breasts. He made a game of it, occasionally finding a new item
to wedge in her cleavage. She was thankful for their private booth as his
hands caused a breast to pop out of the dress several times. Each time he
quickly scanned the room, then dipped the nipple in wine or ketchup only
to remove it with a gentle, sucking, well-placed kiss.
Alicea came in her panties, and eagerly looked forward to
returning to the bedroom. Tom pulled her hand into his pants, and she
stroked his cock under the table. Tom bit hard on a steak bone, trying
not to cry out as she massaged and jerked his penis.
Alicea felt a hot stream of sperm squirt onto her hand. Damn! she
wanted to pleasure him, but not knock him out too early! She rubbed his
semen in her napkin, but realized she needed to do a better job of
cleaning up. She covered her hand in the napkin and headed for the ladies
room.
She easily made it outside the dining area and into the lobby.
She spotted the restroom sign and headed for the hallway. Someone was
sitting in a chair, next to the hallway entrance.
It was him.
She felt a combination of fear and anger. The bastard and
followed them again, and simply waited for a glimpse of her on the way
out. She hoped she could brush by him before he noticed her. She
couldn’t. The stranger rose to his feet, blocking the hallway. Alicea
almost ran right into him. She was about to say “Excuse me,” or “Fuck
you.” But he would enjoy the second choice too much.
But before she spoke, he started backing into the hallway,
allowing Alicea to move to the door, even though she remained in front of
him. She didn’t look at his eyes until he stopped again.
They were deep into the hallway. The women’s bathroom was at the
far end, and they were effectively cut-off from the restaurant eyes.
She wanted to scream, but again found his eyes. Her body was
still twitching from her sexplay with Tom. It continued to twitch as the
stranger’s eyes beheld her in the tight dress. She felt his gaze as it
met her breasts -- it practically spilled across them like a hot liquid.
They moved to her waist, and she felt his eyes like a pair of gripping
hands at her hips. They moved to her legs, and she felt his gaze like a
soft wind riding up and down her thigh.
It was his hand.
The stranger coaxed his index finger up and down the bare flesh
of her thigh. His other hand took hers, the one with the napkin. She felt
the sperm squeeze between their hands as he lowered it to her waist. She
felt her own fist push the dress upwards, guided by the stranger’s
intent. She felt her own and press against her panties, the turn over and
bring the sperm-filled napkin against her. The fabric seemed so thin. Her
hand dropped free as the stranger’s pushed the napkin into her pussy. She
felt it’s dampness ooze against her, and slide against her. He pushed
into her, the panties bending into her opening, and felt his finger push
the sperm and napkin against her clit.
She was frozen. Absolutely frozen as the napkin wedged slowly
into her cunt. It was her husband’s sperm. But the stranger’s hand. She
fought for an outcry within her. A vocal force of reason that would
scream the wrongness of this act. But it was her husband’s sperm!!!
The inevitable happened, and someone started towards the hallway.
He walked down the length, and Alicea felt his burning eyes lock on the
rubbing object between her legs. If she doubted he saw, the lack of a
door creaking open confirmed it. This man was watching someone rub her
husband’s sperm into her.
Alicea snapped the trance, and quickly headed out the hallway.
She intruder watched her with stunned silence as she brushed passed him.
Tom was asleep. They had sex. Once. She let her husband undress
her, kiss her breasts, and fuck her without imagination. She came, but
the heat they shared at the table never returned. She pulled her
husband’s face to her, cradling it between her breasts as she tried to
rekindle her lust and passion. She wanted to be lost in him. To feel him
inside her. To ride wildly on his thrusting cock and believe he was the
best fuck in the world.
But he was sleeping. Alicea couldn’t blame him. They had barely
slept since they arrived, and her insistent sex had tuckered him out. She
let his head fall to her side. She carefully moved his body off hers, and
stood up.
She played with the chain as she nakedly moved through the room.
She realized again an incredible thirst, and gathered coins for the
vending machine. She felt Tom’s sperm still inside her, and pulled on her
gold panties. She didn’t want to drip down the hallway.
She wrapped herself in the matching gold, silk robe and headed
out the door. She was well on her way when she remembered just how
revealing the robe was. Of course, with only a pair of panties on
underneath, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat naked. The silk hung
revealingly over her breasts, giving clear suggestions of their size and
firmness. It’s ability to hand past her waist was again in question, and
revealed small flashes of her matching gold panties as she strode quickly
down the hall.
She didn’t think about anything. She focused her eyes on the
machine and let her thirst define her quest.
The air was a bit colder in the hallway, and she felt a
noticeable draft crawl up her legs and under the robe. She passed several
men in the hallway, all noticeably turned their heads as they went by.
She reached the machine, and plunked in her coins. Her can of
iced tea clanked at the bottom, and she carefully bent over to pick it
up.
Something pressed against her ass.
She stood up quickly, ready to scream at the person touching her.
It was him.
She saw the stranger’s reflection in the reflection of the
machine. She froze, though without surprise, and remained as silent as
she had in all their encounters. She noticed the man was dressed only in
swim trunks, and realized without doubt the pressure she felt against her
was his erect penis.
He slid up the robe.
Alicea remained frozen as he exposed her beautiful ass. She
remained frozen as his hand pressed against her panties. A finger slipped
in under the elastic, and glided along the edge across her hip.
She should stop him... she should stop him... the thought
repeated in her mind. He pressed his hips against her, pushing his
hardened cock directly between the cheeks. She continued facing the
machine.
His hands moved up her waist, and pressed her forbidden breasts
through the silk. His fingers started to play with the tie of the robe.
Then she remembered something: no bra. If he opened the robe, her breasts
would be exposed to him. That couldn’t happen, even if she enjoyed the
touch. Even if she enjoyed the idea.
She caught his hands and pulled them away from her breasts. He
let her take his hands away, then took the iced tea away from her. Alicea
felt her arms drop to her side. She froze with the cold touch of the can.
The stranger brought it to her cleavage. She felt the weight press
against her new chain and dig it into her flesh.
“Uhh...” she gasped at the cold. She felt her nipples immediately
harden with the chilling ripple. The stranger moved the can across her
left breast, dampening the silk with the condensation. Some droplets slid
down the middle, again chilling her chest and causing her to gasp. Her
body was frozen still, but only partly from the coldness of the can. He
moved the can up and down her right nipple, bending it under the silk
with the top ridge.
Alicea felt the same trance as before. Why was she letting this
man touch her like this? Why was she getting so turned on? She decided to
stop him, but her body refused to obey. He’s just touching... there’s
nothing wrong with touching...
The stranger managed to tuck the can between the folds of the
robe, and began sliding it down. The motion caused the robe to open,
increasing the exposed area of her chest. Alicea watched as the white
chain became visible, then the shadowed curves of her large, tender
breasts. His body pressed completely against her, warming her back while
chilling her front. She felt his hot breath pour down her neck as her
robe opened. She looked down at her cleavage, aware the curves and
shadows she clearly saw were visible to him as he peered over her
shoulder. He kissed her neck. She remained frozen.
If he tried to open her robe all the way, she was going to let
him... No! She caught his hand. It had become cold from the can, and her
own flesh seemed to burn as it pressed against him.
She wasn’t going to show him her breasts. She wasn’t going to let
him open her robe and view the forbidden parts of her that were only for
her husband’s eyes! The stranger returned his hands to Alicea’s hips.
Alicea noticed the robe was open down to her stomach. She noticed the
dangling chain that rested remindingly between her breasts -- tucked
snugly in the warm cleavage. Her nipples were still covered. She felt
triumphant in the fact. He had seen a lot of skin, but nothing forbidden.
He started humping. He moved his cock against her, teasing her
with its length and desire. Oh God... Alicea felt a rush of heat between
her legs. She wanted to move away. She wanted to flee. But she wasn’t
fucking, she wasn’t fucking... She was guarded by his swim trunks and
her panties.
She wasn’t fucking...
But the erotic flush was still enough for her body to
instinctively push back and onto his cock.
“Ohh!” she gasped as he mashed her against the machine, dropping
the iced tea. His hands started caressing her hips and sides, pushing the
robe well above her waist, as he humped harder against her.
“Wow!” Alicea heard two men walk by. They saw her being humped by
this man.
“Oh, my God!” a woman walked by. She saw her being humped by this
man.
A third man whistled. He saw her being humped by this man.
The stranger slid his hands up inside her robe. The naked flesh
of her hips was being touched. It’s ok... it’s ok... she thought. It’s
nothing forbidden... Why? Why? Why am I letting him do this? She tried
to rationalize her acceptance as her body was slowly humped against the
machine.
“Mommy, what are they doing?”
Alicea noticed a young boy out of the corner of her eye.
“Come away, Donnie! Come away from there!” The mother tried
to pull her son away from the sight of the strange man methodically
rubbing his penis against Alicea’s panties. Away from the image of his
hands caressing a nearly naked woman’s exposed hips and her body banging
into the vending machine. But the boy shook his mother off as he watched
the stranger reach up underneath the robe to Alicea’s bare breasts...
Alicea snapped out of it. The touch of the stranger’s hand
against the round forms of her beauty was the breaking point. That was
forbidden.
Or was it the presence of the child and his mother?
Alicea hurriedly made her way down the all, never looking back at
the man or the gawking little boy, all the while hoping it was the
forbidden, unallowed touch that made her stop. Not the fact the were
interrupted...
“Girl, what’s the matter with you?” Alicea stared at her image in
the mirror as she spoke under her breath. She had just woken up, and now
had to deal with last night. She refused to think about the evening
before. She refused to think about her idleness while a strange man got
off on her. Tom had just shopped in the shower, and she was alone in the
room, thinking...
She sat up in the bed, guilty for what happened when she
returned. She woke up Tom. She once again managed to bring his tired cock
to life. She was desperate to be fucked by him. If he hadn’t woken u, she
would have fucked his hand while he slept if necessary.
But she knew she didn’t let go. For the first time, she faked an
orgasm with Tom. She faked the ecstasy, she faked the moans, she faked
the satisfaction. Her body had tingled with sexual arousal, but it was as
if Tom’s hands had no feeling. They couldn’t stimulate her smooth flesh.
His lips couldn’t quench her burning thirst. His hardened cock couldn’t
fill her opening of lust.
She made him go get her an iced tea. She couldn’t go into that
hallway again. Tom came back, a look of exhaustion dominating his face.
He didn’t even shut the door all the way behind him. He fell into bed
with his wife and instantly fell asleep as his wife gulped down her
thirst.
Alicea got up, ready to dress herself. She found her gold
panties, and routinely pulled them on. She eyed her luggage, and felt the
urge to dig through it disappear in an instant. All she knew she felt was
uncertainty.
She plucked the matching robe from the floor and pulled it
tightly around her. She wondered if Tom would come out of the shower a
rejuvenated sex machine. It didn’t seem to matter. She sat her precious
body in front of the mirror, and began brushing her hair. Quickly it
returned to its blonde luster. Alicea found her eyes looking more at the
ride beneath the robe... at the chain that hanging comfortably between
her breasts.
The door opened...
Alicea looked in the mirror and saw him. She wasn’t surprised,
she wasn’t afraid.
He seemed hesitant, as if her rebuke of him last night was the
final conclusion of their mini-affair. Alicea looked back at him in the
mirror. He was still dressed in his trunks from the night before. She
stood up, wearing the same robe and panties she wore in their last
encounter. The same robe he dampened with a dripping can. The same
smooth, silky, robe he nearly slid off her gorgeous body. Alicea knew he
had touched her where she shouldn’t let a man touch her. But she had
drawn the line. She left when his touch grew inappropriate She left
before his touch became absolutely forbidden. Once in the elevator. Once
in the restaurant. Once in the hall.
Alicea opened her robe.
The smooth silk slowly glided off her creamy skin. The chain
became visible. Her shadowed curves became visible. The round shape of
her breasts opened into view, along with her forbidden, tender, pink
nipples.
She offered her breasts to him. She offered him forbidden touch.
She had about five seconds before he was on her. He kissed her --
longly and wetly. His hand groped and squeezed her breast. Alicea grabbed
it, but this time didn’t move it off her. She spread his open palm over
her nipples, wedged it in her cleavage, and massaged herself with his
forbidden touch. Her breasts moved and shaped to his eager grasp. Her
nipples bent under his fingers. Then she brought his hand to her mouth,
and sucked the lingering taste.
He threw her onto the bed. Alicea’s body bounced on the mattress,
her breasts swaying with the motion. She pulled off her panties as the
stranger pulled of his trunks.
Alicea wanted to cry out as he penetrated her. She wanted to
vocalize the absolute pleasure she felt as his cock slid into her. He
fucked her hard, his thrusts pounding into her, burying his cock deep
within her. They bucked wildly up and down on the bed. Alicea wrapped her
wide-spread legs around her lover. Her breasts bounced just as wildly up
and down as he fucked her.
Alicea’s thoughts were gone. Her lust was in overdrive. Her body
quivered and trembled from the purest fucking she had ever known. She
wanted his cock, she wanted his cum. She wanted to fuck him over and over
again as that magnificent cock slipped in and out of her cunt. Those
eyes... those stares... Alicea felt his lust reach for fulfillment with
each fucking movement.
The bed squeaked with the fucking, as loudly as a bed had ever
seemed to squeak. His cock hurt her. But she forced it in harder with her
insistent tugs. Fuck me.. fuck me... she screamed to herself over and
over again. Be my fucker, be my lover...
The stranger was deliberate and frenzied in his pace. He was
aware of this woman’s new husband in the shower, and knew he had to fuck
her quick and good. He focused his eyes on her bouncing tits and the
chain tossed around between them.
“Oh... oh... oh...” Alicea moaned quietly with his thrusts. Her
robe hung completely open at her sides.
He was seeing her all beauty. She smiled with the memory. Her saw
her face, her tits, her pussy... she was naked with this man, this man
that was not her husband. She was fucking this man, this man that as not
her husband.
The stranger grunted. His sperm shot into her, licking the
slippery walls of her cunt. She felt it ooze inside her, tickling her
clit and thighs. Oohh, his cum... her cunt felt so alive from the sticky
wetness. It trickled out her pussy, down her legs and onto the sheet.
“Rub it! Oh please, rub it!” she only thought the words, but they
were answered.
The stranger took the blanket in hand, and wedged it between her
legs.
“Ohh... oohhh...” Alicea kicked as his fingers pushed his sperm
into her. No panties were in the way. Nothing stopped his sperm. He
rubbed her hard and fast. The chain bounced on Alicea’s breasts, the
clasp had moved to the front.
Her hands found it, and removed the obtrusive chain from her
breasts.
The stranger moved his body up hers, his cock hard once again.
The chain was gone... now replaced by his swollen cock.
His juiced-up penis slid between her breasts. She pushed them
together, tightening them on the slippery length. His hands joined hers,
and massaged her tits while his cock fucked them.
The shower stopped.
The stranger kept humping. Alicea kept fucking. She heard the
sounds of her husband sliding the curtain. She heard the sounds of him
brushing his teeth. But she focused on the slurping sounds of the
stranger’s cock fucking her tits. Cum on me... Oh, cum on me...
The sperm shot into her neck, leaving a glistening trail of white
along her chest. She dipped her head, and tasted the amount of cum that
spurted into her mouth. The stranger sat up, and moved is cock to her
lips. Alicea took it, and sucked the gobbed sperm and her own juice from
the tip and length.
Her husband’s electric razor stopped.
Alicea sprung from the bed. The stranger had his trunks on in an
instant was quickly headed out the door. Alicea wrapped her sperm covered
breasts in the robe
Tom emerged, his body still dripping from the water. Alicea stood
before her husband.
“Mmmm.” Tom hummed as he kissed his bride. His hands went for the
tie..
Alicea grabbed his hand, and pushed him aside. She headed for the
bathroom to wash the sperm from her cunt and tits.
In a little while, she would go for some iced tea.
