The Sergio Saga (The Full Account) - Sex Stories

The Sergio Saga (The Full Account)

... standing there as if in deep thought with his semi hard cock, still drippling droplets of cum, hanging in front of him. I squatted down quickly before he had any time to react and I licked all the cum I could find from his exposed cock. I grabbed it and squeezed it like I was milking a cow and pulled the last remaining drops from his dick and onto my tongue. I stood back up and passionately kissed him, our tongues stirring the mixture of our saliva and his cum. All I could think about at this point is how he was about to show up for his own wedding in a shirt soaked with cum and a mix of my pussy and his cum coating the inside of his mouth. “You may kiss the bride” never seemed so comical to me. He put on his cum stained shirt, told me I was “wrong for that” and he walked toward the door. I told him to stay in touch. I planned to have regular visitation rights with his cock. He just shook his head, said “what the fuck” and walked out. I literally laughed out loud knowing what a powerful statement I had just made. A few weeks later his calls began again, and we were right back to how things were before he vowed himself to his wife. Occasional meetings midway between our homes continued for a few months until he gave me the news that they were moving back to town. Nothing really changed much following their move other than we didn’t have to drive as far to find a hotel to fuck at. Eventually however his wife’s suspicions rose due to his constant going and coming. Always ...

... bathing, shaving, getting dressed up nice, etc. every time he was just “running to the store” or going to hang out with the guys. His credit card bills and cell phone records were going to a Post Office box which further grasped her attention once she started connecting the dots. At one point she found a copy of his phone bill in the trash and was immediately concerned regarding a certain number which more or less covered each page of the statement. Of course she called the number and of course I answered. She just hung up but I knew that her long time suspicions she had tried so hard to ignore for so long had just become factual reality. She not only knew her man was fucking around, but knew with who and knew she couldn’t do shit about it. He would tell me she would cry and beg him to quit seeing me. He said he would tell her he had quit but he said he could tell she knew those were only meaningless words. She knew I was giving her man things she never had in ways she never could. He told me once that he would go home after just fucking me and make her feel guilty for something so she would give him a blow job while my juices were still fresh on his cock. He obviously never shared the fact with her that she was savoring my pussy, but he admitted the when he would do this she seemed to devour his cock and give better head than normal. In a way, I was just amused knowing that she unknowingly enjoyed my pussy almost as much as her man did. And more time past. . . . . Well Christmas ...