The Sergio Saga (The Full Account) - Sex Stories

The Sergio Saga (The Full Account)

... deep into me, fucking me with hard slow thrust, deep, slapping his heavy balls against my dripping wet pussy. I was squeezing his cock with my pussy, I could tell it was more than he could take. His hands gripped my ass harder, his legs began to tighten and the BOOM, his cock exploded a huge load of his hot latino cum deep into my married pussy. With my pussy dripping wet from our mix of cum, he turned me around and kissed me again. I thought we were done but I should have known better because he ALWAYS fucked me multiple times. He sat me back on the table I had previously been bent over on, spread my legs and shoved his still hard cock into my cum soaked pussy. He fucked me so hard. I could hear his cock slamming in and out of my pussy, I could feel a combination of our cum splashing against his balls with each deep stroke. Soon, he came again, this time he pulled his cock out and came on my stomach, dripping down onto my pierced clit and freshly abused pussy. He started gathering himself, getting his pants back up and pulling himself together. I wiped the cum off my stomach and pussy with the table cloth which was over the table I had just been vigorously fucked on. We kissed again and he exited the room returned to the party. I gave him a few minutes to get clear of the area then I left the room and returned to the restroom to clean up a little more since his massive load was still dripping from my pussy. As I entered the main area I saw him and his d***ken wife were ...

... standing on the side of the dance area and where in what looked to be a heated conversation, on verge of an argument. As I made my way across the room, she walked away from him. She and I just happened to cross paths about half way across the room. I didn’t say a word, but apparently I had a smirk on my face that she didn’t like given her current state of anger with him…..for whatever he may have done to piss her off. Lol. As she walked by she asked, “what the fuck are you looking at?” I said, “excuse me?” She said, “you heard me.” I simply replied with a devilish smile, “fuck you!” She said, “I wouldn’t want to fuck you.” In which I replied, “Your man sure does not seem to mind it.” She looked furious and just walked away at that point. What made it even more comical to me is that as I told her that his warm cum was literally running down my inner thigh. I thought to myself that I should have told her, “bitch, you will be fucking lucky if I’m not pregnant.” I danced a song or two and at some point my hammered hubby had apparently been taken home while I was getting my brains fucked out. I danced a few more songs, and drove myself home and went to bed. Thinking back, I should have rubbed my wet pussy all over my passed out hubby’s face just to add to my fun. We fucked a handful of times in the weeks to follow but soon after I began to grow tired of the whole thing. Mainly the drama his wife was bringing to the situation. There comes a time I guess when it’s just not as fun and ...