Part Time Wife 2 - Sex Stories

Part Time Wife 2

... When his cock slipped between my tits, I decided what I wanted. “Dawson, I want you to fuck my tits and cum there. God, I want to see it. See your cock cum all over my tits and my face. Please, I’ve never done that. That’s what I want, Dawson.”

I didn’t have to argue about it. He shifted around and started fucking them. I could see his cock moving between them, and the friction he was creating by squeezing them on his cock was bringing me to another climax. I couldn’t stop whimpering. It felt so good, and the anticipation of watching and feeling it happen was bringing me to the edge. I could see his cock tense just before his cum spewed out over my tits and mouth. It felt so dirty so degrading that I came again. It was exactly what I wanted.

I’m not married right now. I'd told Justin I wasn’t, and he agreed to it. I’d told Justin I’d tell him what I wanted him to know when I got back. I’d told him I’d be doing all kinds of dirty, degrading things that I didn’t want him to know I enjoyed.

Well, that's what I’m doing.

I lay there for a minute, savoring the feel of his cum on my skin and my face. Then I started rubbing it in like it was skin lotion. It heightened the sense that I was his whore. Dawson’s white married whore.

Why does that arouse me the way it does? I don’t know, but it does. What else can he do to reinforce it? Maybe it’s a sense of payback for all the ugly things done to his ancestors? Maybe it’s just because that’s what I want to be? Whatever ...

... the reason, I want it. I want Dawson to treat me like his whore. God, where will that lead us?

I leaned over him, kissing him, then moved down and took his cock in my mouth, licking my juices and the remnants of his cum off.

I moved back up and snuggled with him with his hands on my tits and one of my hands holding his cock, and then we both dozed off.

When I woke, I had a smile on my face, as I remembered last night. The rush as I saw his white cum erupting from his black cock all over me was still amazing.

I had to get to my meetings, and Dawson had his own thing to do. So, breakfast and work to follow, maybe concluded with some more sex tonight, were in store.

I was back at the hotel by six, and we met at the bar. God, he was good-looking in his suit, but nothing like he was last night fucking me. The thought of him naked, wet with sweat, and with that cock was almost overwhelming.

This is something I have to share with Justin. He’s going to explode when I tell him when I get back and become his wife again.

When I sat next to Dawson in the bar, the kiss he greeted me with said: We were married and still loved each other, or we weren’t and were fucking like mad. I could live with either.

While we were eating dinner, he mentioned two friends he wanted me to meet, to know, with a little emphasis on the word know.

“Ah, so you’re thinking of the four of us getting to know each other? Is that right?” I said with just a hint of a smile.

“I know you’ll ...