My Bull Story

[DehOne]

Yes, we all know Locanto is a minefield, full of scammers. But sometimes, sometimes an ad is genuine. I came across one such as ad couple of years ago.

An early forties Chinese married couple were looking for a hairy, manly guy to fuck the wife while the husband jerked himself off. Being a bit bored that day, I messaged them in the app to see how far this scam would go.

To my surprise, they seemed genuine. We exchanged physical descriptions and body photos over a period of a few days. They were not rushing as they wanted to be sure they found the right guy for the wife. She was looking for someone hairy and manly, older than her and with some muscle. Cock size was not a critical factor - 6 inches was good enough, as long as it was thick and hard.

They liked my body photos (no face shown) and I must say the wife’s photos ( again no face) were hot. She was quite petite, 1.55 and 48kg. A little pear-shaped with average tits but a fantastic ass. Her tummy was quite flat too, especially for a mother of 2. (Certainly flatter than mine!) The husband’s body, (not that I gave a shit about that!) was a very average looking, skinny fat with no real muscle tone. He was completely hairless - which is maybe why the wife wanted someone a lot different.

After some further messaging on Locanto, we shared Tele IDs and agreed to meet up for drinks in a quiet bar to see if the chemistry was right.

I’ll have to say meeting them for the first time was weird. Like a blind date - except I would be meeting a couple and, if things worked out, I would be fucking the wife. They were nervous about it too I think.

They were already drinking when I got there and the husband’s face was quite flushed. He was a very normal looking executive type (dressed like one too), glasses and clean shaven. (Actually I don’t think he had much need to shave.) he was a bout my height (1.7) but skinny - maybe 60kg at most.

His wife was eyeing me up and down. (Understandably enough). She was quite pretty and, with her light make up, looked younger than her age. Like her husband, she was in office attire with a green blouse and white pants that stretched very nicely across her hips. I couldn’t tell by her expression if she liked what she saw of me. (I was more casually dressed in polo shirt and jeans.) However as we chatted, I caught her staring at my arms a few times. I workout regularly so I have quite a bit of muscle on me.

The conversation was awkward and stilted at first, but as the drinks flowed, we loosened up and soon we are chatting away. Actually it was the husband and I chatting away. His wife said very little, her gaze just flicked back and forwards between us, a slight smile on her lips when one of us said something funny. I kept glancing over at her to show my interest but she didn’t really respond. So, maybe I wasn’t what she was looking for.

Her husband was not a good drinker. An hour into our meeting and he was starting to slur his words, his face heavily flushed.

His wife drank more slowly, sipping her wine. I was convinced that whatever kind of job she worked at, she was high up in her organization.

As time passed and the wine flowed, she grew prettier and prettier in my eyes. And when she excused herself to go to the ladies, her hand rested on my shoulder briefly as she squeezed past me. (Did I feel her fingers squeeze my deltoids slightly? It was very subtle if she did.)

I watched her hips swaying gently as she walked to the ladies. Yep. Her ass was amazing. And I could see the outline of a thong beneath her tight white pants.

A hand slapped my shoulder. Her husband. He grinned at me, bleary-eyed. “You like what you see?”

“You bet,” I said. No point denying it. After all, this is what we were here for, right?

“You know,” he said, his voice loud in my ear, “when she gets really turned on, she loves being fucked in the ass.”

“Wow. That’s cool. But you might want to lower the volume a bit.” I was sure the people at the table next to us had heard him.

“Oops,” he said, covering his mouth. He looked like he was having a hard time focusing.

And, sure enough, when his wife returned and he stood up to take a leak, he staggered for a few moments before he wove his way unsteadily to the toilet.

“What were you talking about while I was away?” She asked, one eyebrow slightly arched. She probably had a damn good idea.

“Oh, we just discussed some of the beautiful sights we have seen recently,” I said, deliberately allowing my eyes to wander over her small but perfect (after several glasses of wine) figure. I might have been mistaken, but it looked like her blouse had unbuttoned more than before and I could see a hint of cleavage.

She smiled back at me coolly. Her mouth might have been smiling but her eyes were still judging me. Then she looked up and saw her husband stumbling back, nearly tripping over. “I think Ronnie (not his real name) has had enough to drink. He has a meeting in the morning. Will you help me to get him outside while I book a Grab?”

“Sure,” I said. It looked like the night was over.

Ronnie looked like he was about to object at leaving so soon, but one glare from her shut him up.

Outside, I kept a steadying hand on Ronnie as his wife booked the Grab, careful not to show me the address. I would much rather have been putting a steadying hand on her of course but it didn’t look that was going to happen.

The car arrived and I helped Ronnie into the back seat. Actually it was more like I poured him. He really was drunk.

Before she got in next to him, she gave me a cool peck on the cheek, one of her hands touching my arm. Again I felt a slight squeeze - or maybe it was just my imagination.

“Um, would you like to meet again?” I said. She smiled that cool smile of hers and said, “we’ll see.”

That didn’t sound very good.

And, when I texted via Telgram the next day, my message went unanswered.

To be continued.

[secretlurker88]

looking forward to your update!

[StarIight]

Looking forward to next instalment :p

[DehOne]

Weeks went by without getting a response. I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe wasn’t what she was looking for. So be it. Life goes on.

I got distracted over the next couple of months by encounters with 2 women who reached out to me on WeChat. The first was a Filipina helper, 38 yrs old and , unusually, childless. I knew I was on to something hot when jokingly I sent her my topless photo and challenged her to return the favor and she immediately sent me a photo of herself fully naked!

Our chats got saucier and saucier as I told her vividly what I would like to do with her. And later that evening, she sent me a video of her masturbating in bed, pulling back the sheets to finger herself. Her stifled moan as she came was sexy as hell. I could see her anus twitching involuntarily as she came.

We agreed to meet up for coffee the next Sunday morning so we could decide if we wanted to go to the next stage. She warned me that her complexion was very bad and true enough she had a lot of acne on her face. But her face was actually quite pretty and she had a great smile. (And her body from what I could see of it was hot.) At the end of our coffee session we both wanted to proceed to the next stage.

Her employer was away the next week so I took a day off from work and booked a Day Use room for eight hours. The hotel I chose had a separate rear entrance so she didn’t have the hassle of checking in.

I have to say it was one of the best sex sessions I had enjoyed in a long time. She was willing and eager to try everything. We fucked on the bed, her bent over the desk, in the shower, me carrying her… one fucking session ended with CIM and swallowing. We even attempted anal but it was too painful for her. She loved to be licked and came twice that way. The third time she came by rubbing her clit against the head of dick as we kissed.

We continued our encounters for a few weeks but then she started to get a little weird. A combination of being clingy and then feeling guilty because she was cheating on her boyfriend back in the Philippines. In the end, although the sex was great, I found the relationship was becoming too complex and broke it off with her. Note: no money was ever exchanged other than me topping up her MRT card and buying her a pair of New Balance trainers.

During this time, an Indian housewife connected with me on WeChat. She made no secret of the fact that she was bored and unappreciated by her husband. He resented her for only giving birth to girls. (Note: it is actually the father who determines the sex of the babies).

Again I asked to meet her for coffee so we could check each other out. She warned me she was obese (her photo on WeChat was quite pretty though) and, yeah, she was fat. But I was curious. I had never been with an Indian woman and her tits were massive. I could tell that she liked the way I looked but nothing happened that day and I was still seeing the helper, so my cock was kept occupied.

Over the next two weeks we chatted and she started sending me more photos and a video of her dancing naked in her bedroom. Close ups of her pussy and anus. Her belly was big turn off, huge and covered in stretch marks but her tits were magnificent.

In the end curiosity overcame revulsion. I had never fucked an Indian before. And I was curious to see if I could get hard with someone so fat.

This time I booked a nice hotel in Orchard Road via Day Use. I checked in first. Had a quick shower and then went downstairs to the lobby to greet her. In a large and busy hotel like that, it was easy just to bring her up in the lift.

She was wearing a sari which came off very easily in the room. Her tits were indeed massive and heavy in my hands. She moaned as I kissed and sucked at them, rubbing my beard over her nipples. She was soaking wet when my questing hand reached her shaved pussy.

She begged me to fuck her raw. Her tubes were tied after she gave birth to the third daughter and she wanted to feel my hot cum inside her.

Soon I was buried balls deep in her, missionary, thrusting in and out. At her request we switched to doggy and I came a few minutes later thrusting against her huge ass.

We rested for a while. We had some snacks and then my cock rose again to her delight. Soon she was lying sideways on the bed while I was standing, her legs over my shoulders and I was thrusting away. I came once more and this time I got to see my cum leaking from her pussy, white against her brown skin.

That was a fun afternoon - and one more item on my bucket list ticked off - but it was not something I was eager to continue and, to be honest, I think she felt the same way. She was feeling guilty about fucking me and I had no inclination to be her therapist.

I resigned myself to a time of abstinence.

And then, a week after my Indian encounter, I received a message on Telegram from the cuckold couple.

To be continued.

[Confitduck]

Great share bro, please continue!

[funfox]

Interesting share and looking forward to your encounter with the cuckhold couple

[wantoplay]

nice write up, camping here for the next chapter :D

[DehOne]

“Hi again. This is Ronnie and Sylvia. Remember us? Sorry we took so long to get back to u.”

I didn’t respond to the message straight away. I was quite irritated and had mentally moved on.

A day later, they messaged me again. “Are you still interested?”

“What took you so long? I assumed you found somebody else Sylvia preferred.” I finally replied.

“No. No. Sylvia had to go out station on business. Do you want to get together?”

“For drinks again?”

“No. This time we go to hotel. Sylvia wants you. But we can only meet on weekdays - we’ve got family commitments at weekends.”

Honestly, I thought I was being played. 2 months had passed. But, I had leave I needed to clear and I was curious to see if they would go through with it. And I still had that vivid memory of the thong VPL on Sylvia’s magnificent ass.

We agreed on a time and date and again I used Day Use to book a nice hotel in Orchard (the same one I spent time in with the Indian housewife) for 6 hours.

(Here’s a tip, if you are prepared to pay a bit more than the crappy transit hotels, you can get a really nice room at surprisingly reasonable rates during the week days. And, best of all, those 5 star hotels usually have lots of people passing through the lobby so it’s perfectly doable to bring a guest up to your room without having to check them in.)

On the day, I checked in first. To my pleasant surprise, they gave me a free room upgrade. The room itself was spacious with a bathtub and separate shower. It had a king size bed, sofa and work desk. The room had a nice view of the hotel’s swimming pool - not that I had plans to look out it that day!

I had bought a couple of bottles of wine to relax us and arranged for extra towels. (Another tip - when booked via Day Use these hotels don’t usually provide bottles of water, so bring your own.)

I had a quick shower, changed into a t-shirt and shorts and popped down to the nearby 7/11 to get snacks. I figured that, if they stood me up, I could at least have a relaxing day binging Netflix.

I was just coming out from the shop, when I got an alert from Telegram. “We’re here in the lobby.”

Wow. This was happening!

I hurried into the hotel and saw them standing there in the middle of huge lobby, tourists and hotel staff passing around them. Sylvia was in a simple sleeveless black top and those tight white pants. Ronnie was wearing a polo shirt and shorts and carrying a small backpack.

They both looked a little nervous and I didn’t blame them. My heart was beating fast too. I greeted them and there was an awkward pause as we wondered what so do or say next. I mean I don’t know what the social conventions are for a situation like this, do you?

In the end it was Sylvia who broke the impasse. “Why don’t we go up to your room,” she said with a tiny smile. Ronnie and I laughed a bit nervously and I led them to the lifts. As we waited for the lift to arrive, I felt vet self-conscious and wondered if it was obvious to other people what we were planning to do.

Sylvia held Ronnie’s hand as we entered the lift. Other hotel guest stepped into the lift to and there was an uncomfortable silence as the lift ascended. We were the last passengers to emerge from the lift and as we walked down the quiet corridor towards my room, my heart began to beat faster and faster. We passed by a hotel cleaner and she smiled and nodded at us.

Shit. Did she suspect? I wondered. And then the more sensible part of me answered: it doesn’t matter. This a hotel. All sorts of things happen here and the staff don’t particularly care.

When we got the room the door unlocked with a soft whir and click.

“Um, ladies first,” I said gesturing Sylvia to step inside. She smiled and as she passed me, the scent of her perfume lingered in the air. My gaze was drawn again to her ass and yes! She was wearing the thong again! I could see its outline clear under her tight white pants.

Ronnie and I looked at each other for an awkward moment and then he shrugged and followed his wife inside.

I took a deep, steadying breath and followed them into the room, the door closing quietly behind me.

To be continued.

[oldmanmanman]

awesome story. upped you for the good read.

[Rickey]

Power up TS' points with +32 points to 318 for his time n effort to share with us his sexciting bull story

[BushTracker]

Wonderful story and good writing. Please continue.

[DehOne]

Sylvia was looking around the room, hands clasped behind her back, as Ronnie put his backpack down.

She nodded approvingly. “Nice room.” Then she looked at me, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “No hidden cameras, right?”

“Of course not,” I said, quite indignant that she suspected me of doing something like that.

She came over and pecked me in the cheek. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just want to be careful.” She squeezed my shoulder slightly as she spoke. Her perfume was intoxicating. “I’m going to freshen up in the bathroom. Why don’t you boys get ready - and maybe pour me some of that wine?”

As the bathroom door closed behind her, I looked to Ronnie. “What does she mean - get ready?”

He was already pulling his shirt over his head. “She means get naked of course,” he said looking surprised.

Shit. Of course. I mentally kicked myself. But to be honest I found it very strange to be removing my clothes along with another guy because I was about to face sex with his wife.

“Here.”‘I threw him a towel. I really wasn’t ready to see him naked just yet.

Turning my back, I pulled my own clothes off rapidly and wrapped a towel around my waist. Then I moved to the desk where I had already opened one of the wine bottles. (I had drunk a glass earlier to steady my nerves.)

“Um, want a drink?” I said. I had taken the glasses from the bathroom and rinsed them clean earlier. Along with a glass for me that left only one glass for Sylvia. Ronnie would have to make do with one of the coffee cups.

“Sure,” he said taking the cup from my hand and downing it in one long gulp. Okay. So he was nervous too. Or an alcoholic. Or both.

Either way, with his clothes off and just a towel wrapped around him, he looked skinny and weak. There was no muscle tone at all - this guy clearly hadn’t done any kind of sport in years.

“You gym a lot.” It was more a statement than a question.

“Yes,” I said. “About 4 days a week. I jog on other days.” Then I laughed. “I’m still fat though. I like my carbs and my beer and wine!”

“That’s fine,” he said, still staring at me. “Sylvia likes your body.”

Where the fuck was Sylvia? I was getting a bit uncomfortable with her husband eyeing me up. Of course if he tried anything I’d launch him out the window.

At that moment the bathroom door slid open and Sylvia emerged. All thoughts of tossing Ronnie out the window vanished as I what she was wearing.

All she had on was a translucent black nighty buttoned only at the neck, and ending just below her buttocks. It opened and closed, swaying in time with her footsteps as she walked towards us - towards me. She was naked underneath except for a black, lacy thong. I could see her sweet little breasts through the nighty, her nipples looked so juicy - ready to be sucked.

She smiled. “You like it?” And then she did a pirouette, the nighty swirling softly around her, and I gazed upon her gorgeous ass, the black thong perfectly dividing her buttocks.

My cock instantly rose, a tent pole beneath my towel.

“Yes,” was all I could say. My throat had seized up for a moment.

Behind her, I saw Ronnie going into the bathroom. I think he said something about taking a quick shower but I wasn’t paying any attention to him.

Sylvia grinned up at me, her eyes challenging me. She was standing close enough now that I could feel the heat of her body. She looked towards the desk next to me.

“Is that my drink?”

“Sorry - yes. Here you go.” As I passed her the glass of wine, I noticed that her hand was trembling slightly.

Interesting. Perhaps she wasn’t quite as confident as she was pretending to be. In a funny way, her nervousness helped me to relax more.

She took a deep sip. Paused. And then another. The glass was almost empty already.

“Mmm. This is good. What is it?”

“Amarone” I said. “Italian. I like full bodied wines.”

She nodded and finished the glass. “You have good taste.”

Taking the glass from her, I grinned, openly letting my eyes wander all over her. “Yes. I think I do! Another?”

“Yes please.” Now she was blushing. What happed to the power executive woman I wondered.

I passed her back her glass and this time touched glasses before we both drank.

“Cheers to an interesting afternoon,” I said and she smiled and blushed even harder.

She moved to window brushing past me and as she did, she ran one hand across my chest. I wanted to reach out and grab her but it was not the right time just yet.

I had closed the curtains earlier for privacy and she parted them slightly to peer out at the pool and the crazy tourists sunbathing under a blazing hot sky.

The room was cool, the air conditioning humming quietly in the background.

“Nice view,” she said, her back to me. She was bending over slightly to peer out and her ass was glorious.

“Yes,” I said hoarsely. I swallowed some more wine. “But I prefer the view in here.”

She laughed nervously and turned to me.

“You like my ass?”

“It’s the best I’ve ever seen,” I said. And I wasn’t exaggerating.

Her smile grew smaller. “I bet you Ronnie told you I like being fucked in the ass, right?”

“Er yes. He did, um, mention that.”

“Well that’s not true. I’ve never been fucked in the ass. That’s what he’s always wanted to do to me. So if you’re hoping that…”

Shit. I had really thought she was up for anal.

“No, no,” I said hurriedly. “This is your day so we’ll only do what you want.”

She nodded but her eyes looked troubled. “To be honest,” she said, “this is all Ronnie’s idea - not mine.”

“Listen,” I said. “If you don’t want to go ahead with this, it’s perfectly okay. We can just drink and chat. Nothing more.”

Fuck. What made me say that?

To be continued.

[CoolBlack]

Great story!!! Don't pause for too long though! :D

[oxeso]

Mai bull la, deh.. Jk.. :p
Can someone pass the ketchup? :D

[DehOne]

Sylvia smiled gratefully. “But you came all prepared…” she nodded towards the pack of condoms on the bedside table. I had already opened one up, ready to roll on. (Less fiddling and fucking about at the critical moment.)

I grinned ruefully. “Yep. That’s me. I try to think everything through.”

“I like that,” she said, coming over to sit on the bed.”

Something had changed. The air of sexual tension had vanished as suddenly as a popped balloon.

Shit.

I sat on the sofa opposite her, hoping my disappointment wasn’t showing.

“So this was all Ronnie’s idea,” I said.

“Yes. We haven’t had proper sex in years. I suppose this was his idea to liven things up.”

And then she told me a little of their background, carefully omitting details that might reveal their private lives.

They had met during a church camp when they were teenagers. Their parents attended the same church so everybody around them was delighted when they started dating.

Ronnie was her first and only boyfriend and she was his. They studied hard and did well in school and in Uni. They stayed through to their faith and remained virgins up until the time they married in their late twenties.

Sex was pretty vanilla. (Their church consider even oral sex to be sodomy.) And anyway they were both focused on their careers.

(She didn’t tell me directly but I was able to infer that Ronnie was indeed the civil servant I had thought him to be, and she was pretty high up in banking. I’ve found that people’s careers can often mark them in ways that they are completely unaware of.)

They worked long hours and their sex life was affected. It declined from a few times a week to every Saturday to once a month. Looking at her in that nighty, the tight little body underneath, I just thought, “what a fucking waste. Sylvia’s so hot now, she must have been amazing ten years ago.”

Sylvia looked at me with a glint in her eyes. She knew exactly what I was thinking. “I’ve worked really hard over the last few years to get fit,” she said, running her hands over breasts and tummy and down to her thighs, which were slightly spread. “My body looks better now than before.”

I saw enough bare flesh between her thighs and thong to know she had shaved. I swallowed and raised my eyes to hers. She continued as if nothing had happened.

Eventually, when she was 30, the first kid, a boy, arrived, followed 2 years later by the second, a girl. Their sex life disappeared under a deluge of childcare, career growth and just life in general. She rose up the ranks rapidly, but that required long working hours. Ronnie’s career was less demanding in terms of time but was intensely political.

On the surface that had everything. A nice home. Cute kids. Booming careers. But underneath it all, there was no spark in n their marriage.

When they did have sex, Ronnie wouldn’t last long and couldn’t cum inside her. He always finished off by wanking. Sylvia had read about orgasms but she had never really experienced one herself as far as she knew. The rhythms of sex were pleasurable enough but there was never any climax like she read about in books and magazines.

It was only in the last year or so, when the kids were less dependent on them that they found more time to fuck. But, if anything, it was less pleasurable than before. More a routine duty than a passionate encounter. Ronnie appeared to lose interest in her. Frustrated, she resorted to masturbation even though her church taught her it was a sin. So the guilt she felt whenever she fingered herself reduced any pleasure in the act.

Desperate, although she knew it was wrong, she started busting porn sites and to see what she was missing. She preferred the amateur videos because they were more realistic. She was always careful to close a quit her browser afterwards but one evening she forgot. And then everything changed.

The kids were in bed and the maid was in her room. Ronnie was checking something on her iPad and happened to come across the porn site she had just visited and forgotten to close. It featured a muscular hairy man fucking a small Asian woman.

Clutching the iPad, he walked into the bedroom where Sylvia had just come out of the shower.

“Is this what you’ve watching behind my back?”

Sylvia saw the image frozen in the screen and her heart sank. No point denying it. “Yes. “

“Is this what you like?” Ronnie’s expression was hard to read.

“Yes,” she said looking him in the eye.

He nodded. “I don’t blame you. He’s really giving her a good fucking.”

Sylvia was shocked. Ronnie never cursed. But there was something else in his eyes. Something she hadn’t seen for very long time. Lust.

He shut the bedroom door and pulled her to the bed. Alas, it didn’t last long but at least he came inside her.

Afterwards he looks thoughtful. “Would you like to try it?”

Sylvia turned to him. The scene she had been watching showed the muscular man carrying the woman as he fucked her, sliding her up and down his cock with the strength of his arms. Sylvia looked at Ronnie’s skinny arms. “Are you sure you’re able to carry me like that?”

He shook his head. His expression was strange. “No. I mean would you like to try fucking a muscular, masculine guy?”

Sylvia was shocked. Was he testing her? Testing her faithfulness? Shock turned to anger. Who was he to test her? This was all his fault!

“And what if I said yes?” She said, daring him to respond.

“I’ll see if I can arrange it. But I want to watch.” He smiled and to her surprise his cock was hard again. He rolled over on top of her and slid in, her pussy still wet and slippery from his earlier cum. He lasted longer this time.

To be continued.

[Rancidran]

Love the story, keep going OP…

[secretlurker88]

great update!

[DehOne]

“And that’s how we ended up here.”

I blinked, the image of Ronnie sliding in and of Sylvia’s pussy vivid in my mind. The lucky bastard!

“Eh, so when we connected on Locanto and then Telegram, you were still deciding whether you wanted to go through with it?”

“Yes,” she said. She looked serious for a moment. “You know there are a LOT of really strange guys out there. Really strange.”

I sniggered. “I hope I’m not one of them.”

“No,” she said. “You were my first choice from the start. You were almost exactly what I was looking for.”

“I didn’t get those vibes when we first met in that bar.”

“Of course not. In my job I’ve learned to control my body language and expressions. That’s a vital skill in any negotiation.”

“So this was a negotiation.”

“In a way. “ A mischievous smile. “And you were terrible at it! I knew right away that you were keen.”

I smiled ruefully. “I think most guys are pretty transparent when it comes to that. And you were - are - gorgeous.”

She laughed and blushed again. “Thank you. But I’m getting old and things are starting to sag.” She stood and walked over to the mirror next to bed to study her reflection. I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. “That’s why I started hitting the gym regularly a couple of years ago.”

“It was definitely worth it,” I said, clearing my throat.

She saw in the mirror where my eyes were lingering. “That ass is the result of a lot of time with my trainer in the gym,” she said. “Lots of hip thrusts and kick backs. “

“It fucking worked,” I accidentally said out loud and she laughed. Then her expression turned serious. “But I’m 42 now. I’m losing whatever it is I once had.”

I laughed. “I’m 15 years older than you. So what does that make me? Decrepit?”

“Oh no,” she said softly. “I like older guys - especially more manly ones like you. But it’s different for women. I’m losing my looks as I age.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood and walked over to stand behind her.

“That’s bullshit,” I said. “You are hotter than ever. Younger women are usually boring. No life experiences. You’ve got the best of both worlds - knowledge and character, a beautiful face and a hot body.”

She stared into the mirror. “You really think so? I’m not sure I agree with —“

My hands found her waist at that moment. I leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. Her hair was soft and smelled delightful. She shivered and softly gasped.

As I kissed the back of her shoulders, my beard brushed against her skin and she moaned out loud. She pushed her ass back against my hips. My cock was in full tent pole mode again as it pressed almost painfully against the towel wrapped around me.

My hands moved around her to her breasts and cupped them. Her nipples were and she gasped as I traced my fingers around them.

“My boobs are small,” she whispered.

“No problem,” I said. “So are my hands.”

She giggled and turned, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling my head down to kiss me.

Her lips were soft as they met mine. Our tongues flickered against each other and she moaned as I bit her lips ever so gently. I was conscious of her nipples pressing hard against my chest, her hands running down my arms, squeezing the muscles there.

As we kissed, my towel fell to the floor and my engorged cock pressed against her belly. I reached down and scooped her up, my hands cupping each magnificent buttock as her legs wrapped around me. She was so light!

With one hand holding her up against me, I reached down and adjusted my cock to it was pressed against her groin. The tip of my cock was already dripping with precum. All that separated it from entering her sweet pussy was the gossamer thin lacy thong and even then my cock head must have pushed the thing partially inside her.

As I nuzzled her breasts with my lips and bounced her up and down against the tip of my cock, her moans louder.

“Oh daddy! Daddy!” She whispered into my ear. “I love it!”

I lowered her gently on to the bed. Her night fell open exposing her gorgeous body but it was still fastened at the neck. I leaned over and kissed her, my hands working at the button that held the garment closed.

Fuck it.

Fuck.

It.

Why were these fucking things so fiddly and hard to open?

She laughed and with a flick of her fingers the nighty parted exposing the treasure below.

I kissed her neck and collar bone and she shivered. I worked my way achingly slowly down her body, kissing every inch of it. I lingered over her breasts. I ran my tongue over her nipples. They were like raspberries in my mouth. I sucked at them. Nibbled them gently. Rubber the hairs of my beard over them. She moaned even louder and grabbed my hair.

I worked my way lower down her body and finally I reached her lacy thong. I pulled it down her legs and she kicked it off eagerly. I savored the sight below me. Smooth and hairless, pink and juicy. (The thong was already soaking wet from her pussy juice.) I ran my tongue around her pussy but not touching it. I kissed her inner thighs and she shivered.

I traced the furthest part of her labia with my tongue and then flicked it over her clitoris. She jerked then, thrusting her hips at me. I slowly licked her clit, and then dipped my tongue into her pussy, savoring the flavor of her. She tasted great! As my tongue licked deeper and deeper inside her, she clutched at my hair, and thrust her hips forward so that I was buried nose deep in her sweetness.

“Ohhhhhhhh Daddy,” she moaned.

My hands slid under her buttocks lifting her up so I could go even deeper and she gave a little scream.

“Oh my god….” She said. “I want to suck you so bad daddy!”

Well, as a gentleman I could hardly refuse her request, right?

I rotated my body on the bed so my cock was next to her face and then lifted her up and settled her on top of me in the 69 position.

Now my face was buried between her ass cheeks and I had a clear view of her pussy and anus.

What a glorious, glorious sight!

I savored it for a few moments as her mouth engulfed my cock.

I groaned in pleasure.

But, just as I was about to plunge my tongue into her pussy once more, I saw Ronnie sitting across from us on the sofa, his expressionless face framed on either side my Sylvia’s exquisite buttocks.

To be continued.

[Kemuri]

Fantastic stare bro TS, please continue ...

[DehOne]

He was naked now and pulling at his cock, his gaze focused on his wife’s head bobbing up and down as she sucked my cock.

Ok well. This was what I signed up for. I mentally shrugged and my tongue went back to work on Sylvia’s pussy. I pulled her ass cheeks aside as I buried my tongue deeper. I loved the fact that the skin around her anus was as fair as the rest of her. It was more common to see pigmentation that made it look like it was stained by shit.

Sylvia shivered and gasped, raising her head from my cock. Her anus twitched and she bucked slightly as she came.

“Oh my goddddd…” she squealed and the juices flowed from her over my face. Then I felt warm lips around my cock once more. But that was strange: Sylvia was still partially sitting up… how could she be sucking…

I looked over her thighs. Ronnie had my cock in his mouth and was sucking away like it was a lollipop!

“What the fuck!” I yelled.

Sylvia turned to look at me, her eyes clouded with lust. “It’s ok daddy,” she said. “Let us serve you.” And then she bent her head down to lick my balls as Ronnie sucked at my cock head.

This was fucking weird and not at all what I expected.

But… it felt good.

They worked well as a tag team, each taking turns to suck my cock while the other licked my balls down to my perineum.

And, honestly, Ronnie did a better job sucking me than his wife.

I watched them both service me for a few minutes. But Sylvia’s ass was calling to me. I reached out and inserted my index finger into her pussy. It was so wet my finger slid in easily. She moaned, her breath hot against my balls. I inserted my middle finger as well and started pumping her with both fingers, gently at first. Her moans became louder and she stopped licking me, concentrating on what she was feeling. Ronnie continued on, sucking enthusiastically.

My fingers were as deep inside her as they could go. With my finger tips I felt a soft ‘blob’ of flesh.

Aha!

I made a rapid scissoring motion with my two fingers vibrating against the ‘blob’. Sylvia’s moans turned into squeals of pleasure. Her hips bucked. I started to piston my fingers in and out of her pussy as fast as I could. My hand slapped against her pussy as I fingered her rapidly.

Sylvia’s squeals turned to screams. Ronnie stopped sucking me to stare at his wife as she shuddered with pleasure.

“Ooooooooh f-u-c-k,” she screamed and I was rewarded with a gush of hot liquid flowing over my hand, soaking the comforter we were lying on top of.

“Fuck!” She screamed again as I continued to finger her. More liquid shot out of her pussy.

Every muscle in Sylvia’s body was trembling now, the walls of her pussy vibrating as they opened and contracted around my fingers. And still I fingered her and she came again and again.

At last I released her, pulling my fingers from her pussy and she collapsed onto the bed, legs spread eagled.

“What the f-fuck was that?” She gasped, her chest heaving.

“You squirted,” I said. “Did you like it?”

“Like it? I can’t even focus my eyes properly,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything so amazing! Fuck… fuck.”

She held up her hand. It was trembling. “See? I’m still shaking. Oh my god…”

I held up my dripping fingers. “Want to taste?”

Sylvia’s eyes wrinkled in disgust. “Ew, no!”

“Try just a little. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

Reluctantly she leaned forward and took the tiniest sip from one of my fingers. Her eyes widened in surprise. “It’s delicious!” Her mouth closed around my fingers and she sucked up every last drop.

Many of the women I’ve been with have loved the taste of their pussy juice after they came. Sylvia had just joined us that club.

“This is all so new to me,” Sylvia said. “What have I been missing out on all these years?”

“We’d etter make up for all that lost time,” I grinned.

“Yes,” she smiled back, her eyes lustful. “You haven’t cum yet. Let’s fix that! I want you to fuck me. Ronnie, get the condom quick!”

Ronnie rolled off the bed to get to the bedside table as Sylvia started to straddle me. “Hurry! I want his cock inside me now! I’ll let him fuck me raw!”

Yes please I thought as I watched her pussy begin to descend towards my straining cock.

But then Ronnie handed me the condom and I reluctantly was the gentleman and put it on.

I don’t know about you, but no matter how many times I’ve done it, it always takes me a couple of attempts to find the right side of the condom to roll down over my cock. That day was no different. But eventually I managed to get it on.

Sylvia slowly and deliciously impaled herself on my cock, shivering in pleasure. I moaned too as the heat and softness of her pussy enveloped my cock. She closed her eyes as she put her hands on my thighs and started to rock backwards and forwards.

I reached up and caressed her breasts, running my fingers over her hard nipples and down her tummy. Apart from the slightly dimpled skin on her lower abdomen from giving birth, her body was perfect. I could even see the faint outline of her abs - which as more than I could say about my stomach!

I reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her down and towards me so I could suck her nipples and kiss her.

Over her shoulder I could see Ronnie staring at her ass as my cock slid in and out of his wife’s pussy. He was pulling at himself vigorously as he watched us fucking. I pulled her ass cheeks farther apart so he could get a better view.

He leaned in closer, and I swear his glasses were steaming up at the sight. Then, suddenly, he grimaced, grunted and his hand paused in its pumping. He held up his hand to stare at the few drops of cum inside it. I couldn’t help but notice that even in its erect state, his cock was on the small side and skinny. Then he rolled off the bed again to get tissue paper to clean his hand.

Meanwhile I continued to thrust in Sylvia. Her ass felt great in my hands. Beads of perspiration rolled down her breasts as a I sucked at them. She came again, suffering against me. And still I pumped her. I was getting close.

“Doggy style,” I whispered in her ear and she nodded eagerly.

We disengaged and I positioned her so that her so that she was kneeling crosswise on the bed, lying on her chest, with her incredible ass facing upwards. I stood by the side of the bed and slowly slid into her. Ronnie stood to one side watch my cock pump in and out of his wife.

I slapped her ass as I fucked her and she screamed in pleasure. I pulled at her pony tail and she arched her back pressing her ass against me as I went as deep as possible.

The tip of my right thumb slid partially into her anus as I held her ass and this was enough to tip me over.

Sylvia sensed the change in me. “Are you going to cum?”

“Yes!!!”

“Don’t waste it Daddy,” she gasped. “Cum
In my face!”

What?

She was already pulling away from me and rolling over to expose her face.

“Please daddy,” she begged. “I want to feel your hot cum all over my face.”

Fuck! I desperately pulled off the condom before I could explode into it and positioned my cock over Sylvia’s beautiful face. She had her eyes squeezed shut and a hand protecting her hair.

“Cum on me daddy” she said again.

“Me too,” said Ronnie as he lay down next to her.

Fuck. That nearly stopped me cumming!

But I was at the point of no return. I rubbed my cock and suddenly I exploded. 3 weeks worth of built up semen shot out of me in three huge spurts.

The first missed Sylvia completely and hit Ronnie, covering his glasses and nose, running down his face as he moaned in pleasure.

The second and third spurt were better aimed and Sylvia got all the benefit. I have always been a heavy cummer, but this was exceptional even by my standards. My white cum decorated almost every part of her face, over her forehead, tightly closed eyes, her nose and cheeks. Much of it dripped across her lips, disappearing into her open mouth.

I gazed down upon them. This married couple, who had done their best to serve me, covered in my cum. I had dominated them and it felt so good. For today at least, the wife was mine to do with as I pleased.

I looked at my watch. We still had 4 more hours to go before had to check out. What more could we do?

To be continued.

[shenlong]

Bro, you can recover fast? What's your tips?

[Akiraza]

Hotwife Sylvia, shiok!!

[r0y1981]

Upped DehOne with my humble points to support.
Good thing cock still stand. Wife must be too sexy you did not tap out. LOL.<<<<Ronnie had my cock in his mouth and was sucking away like it was a lollipop! “What the fuck!” I yelled.>>>>

[DehOne]

Ronnie wiped some of cum off his face and stared at his hand as the thick fluid dripped from his fingers. I was surprised he could see anything through his cum-smeared glasses.

“That was fucking amazing,” he said. “Better than any porn we’ve ever seen.” His little cock stirred into semi- hardness. “Wasn’t it C…”

Sylvia elbowed him sharply in the ribs before he could say her real name.

I passed Sylvia some tissues to wipe her face. “I’m such a mess, she said with a little laugh.

She looked great to me. “Want to clean up?” I said.

“Yes. Put please guide me - I’m afraid to open my eyes in case your cum gets in them.”

I took her hand and led her carefully to the bathroom door. To my pleasant surprise, she pulled me in with her, sliding the door shut behind us.

“Let’s shower together. Save some water,” she giggled.

I wasn’t about to object to that! The shower stall was easily big enough for both of us.

We spent the next 10 minutes soaping each other up, making sure every nook and cranny was thoroughly cleaned. As I rinsed off the soap from her back and ass I leaned forward and kissed the hollow of her neck, just above her collar bone. She shivered and sagged, her knees almost giving way.

“Don’t,” she said. “Unless you want me to rape you!”

I reached between her legs. Sure enough, her pussy was wet and slippery - but not from the shower. Sylvia gasped and bit my shoulder as my fingers slipped inside her.

I was semi-hard myself. But I knew I needed some more time.

Guessing what was going through my mind, Sylvia laughed. “I think daddy needs to rest a while. It’s ok. You’ve earned it!”

We dried ourselves and wrapped our towels around us. When we emerged, the smell of sex and perspiration hit us.

Ronnie was sprawled across the sofa, fast asleep. He hadn’t even bothered to wipe his face and I could see the sticky residue of my cum on his cheeks and glasses.

Sylvia giggled when she saw the large wet patch on the white bed sheets.

“That was me?” She asked.

“Yep you dirty slut,” I said.

She laughed. “We’d better leave a tip for the cleaner!” Then she shivered, goose bumps rising on her damp skin as the room’s Aircon made its presence felt. “I’m freezing! Let’s get under the sheets!”

We jumped into the bed and I wrapped the bedsheets around us, snuggling Sylvia close, warming her with my body. Her head fit perfectly into crook of my arm, one bare leg lying across my body over my cock. She slowly stroked the hair on my chest, the palm of her hand teasing my nipples. Her shampoo smelled wonderful.

We stayed like that for some time, our conversation general, never straying into areas of our lives outside of this room. Ronnie snored away on the sofa.

I felt a tingling in my cock. The blood flowing into it. Sylvia felt it too as my cock rose hard against her thigh and she smiled. I kissed her forehead and then her mouth. Our tongues flickered against each other.

My kisses moved down to her throat and neck and she moaned softly. Lower I went, kissing and suckling at her breasts. I left love bites around the bottom and sides of her breasts - souvenirs of our encounter.

As I kissed my way down her body, her breath caught and she opened her legs. She gasped loudly as my tongue flicked over her clitoris and dipped into her sweet pussy. She was already soft and wet.

I spent long minutes there, savoring her, her thighs squeezing against my head as she started to buck her hips. Then her hands which were clutching my hair pulled, urging me upwards.

I kissed my way back up her body until our lips met and she could taste her own juices. Without me planning it, the tip of my cock slipped into her pussy. She smiled up at me, her eyes half closed.

I bobbed my hips gently and my cock head slid into her warm wetness. It felt incredible. I slipped in further, half my cock inside her, wrapped in soft, silky warmth. Her smile grew wider and suddenly I was buried to the hilt inside her pussy. Raw. Flesh against flesh. Even the thinnest condom couldn’t compare to this heavenly sensation.

I started to very slowly slide in and out of her. Shallow thrusts at first, just the head of my cock at her pussy entrance. Every so often I would bury my cock to the hilt with a sudden thrust. I was random, unpredictable and Sylvia’s moans grew louder.

I kept altering my rhythm, shallow and fast, a sudden thrust, deep and slow. Sylvia’s moans turned to squeals and then screams.

I rested on my forearms and knees, rocking backwards and forwards as I shafted in and out of her, slowly and deeply. Sylvia’s finger tips dug deep into my arms. (The next day I would have a pattern of five small dark bruises on each arm and I’d have to think quickly to come up with a reason for them.)

Then I sped up my thrusting, adding more power as I slammed into her and her screams became so loud I was sure the people two rooms over could hear them. The headboard banged against the wall with each thrust.

“I’m cumming!” She screamed and I kept thrusting. I kept mixing the pace and rhythm up until I found a combination that seemed to give her continual orgasms. Her pussy contracted and released around my cock and soon my groin was awash in her pussy juice and the bed sheets under her were soaked.

“I want to go on top,” she gasped and so I slowly turned over, holding her tightly to me so that my cock stayed inside her. And then she was riding me, her eyes closed as she savored the sensation. She twitched back and forth and gasped as she came again. She rotated around so that her back was facing me in the reverse cowgirl position giving me a glorious view of her incredible ass. I pulled apart her butt cheeks as she rode me so I could get a better view of my cock sliding in and out.

Eventually she grew tired and so we shifted back to missionary and I did all the work. I was sweating like crazy now, and, sensing that I was close to the edge, she clutched my ass, nails digging deep. “Cum daddy! Cum inside me!” She whispered urgently in my ear. “I want to feel your hot seed deep inside!”

Well, I couldn’t let her down could I?

I lifted her legs so that they were resting on shoulders and she gasped as I slipped even deeper into her. I wanted to flood her pussy with my cum.

I was so close now.

As I pounded away to my climax she screamed, “Fill me up daddy! Fill me up!”

And that was it.

I exploded into her, groaning in ecstasy. One, two, three, FOUR spurts of cum. If i thought I wouldn’t cum so much this second time around, I would have been wrong.

Sylvia could feel it too. “Of daddy, so much! So much!” And I felt her pussy spasming as she came again.

We kissed again for long moments as my sperm continued to dribble into her. I didn’t want to waste a single drop.

Eventually I pulled out of her and was thrilled to see a few drops of my cum leaking from her pussy. Sylvia lay there spread-eagled, the back of one hand resting across her eyes, her chest heaving. She was covered in sweat - most of it probably mine - her hair was a mess, spread across the pillow. She had red love bites all over her breasts and down her body (Oops!) and her face was flushed. She was the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen.

“Can I see?” Ronnie said and I almost jumped. I had forgotten all about him. He got down on his hands and knees to study his wife’s pussy more closely as my cum continued to leak from it. He reached out a tentative finger to touch it and Sylvia snapped her legs shut.

“No. This is all mine! Go and shower! Your face is a mess! Then she looked at me, and her expression softened. She stretched her arms out and I lay down next to her as a shame-faced Ronnie headed for the bathroom.

As we cuddled, she reached down and inserted her fingers into her pussy. Studying the thick strands of cum between her fingers, she shook her head in wonder.

“I didn’t know men could come so much,” she said. “And this was the second time!” She looked at me and grinned. “So much for you being decrepit!”

I shrugged modestly. “You brought it out of me. Literally. “

Sylvia giggled. “We’ve still got 3 more hours. Why don’t we go downstairs for some food and then come back here for ‘dessert’?

I stared at my poor tired cock which was lying limp across my stomach. “I think that might be a good idea.”

To be continued.

[funfox]

This is awesome narration. Some humble points for encouragement so please continue to make Sylvia cum 💦

[Nitrolicious]

Love the story. 2nd round already raw and CIP. I think Sylvia will meet at TS privately outside without her husband regularly, eventually.

[oreomaker]

Great story bro

[Naka_Timo]

Great story bro

Upped +168 for you.

Love the story. 2nd round already raw and CIP. I think Sylvia will meet at TS privately outside without her husband regularly, eventually.

Hahaha, agreed with you.

[Naka_Timo]

Ronnie wiped some of cum off his face and stared at his hand as the thick fluid dripped from his fingers. I was surprised he could see anything through ink that might be a good idea.”

To be continued.

Waiting and +168 to you too.

[junior_cannibal]

When I started reading this story, I kind of suspect the husband might not just want to wank himself. If I were TS, I wouldn't mind if he wanted to watch, but not when he wanted to BJ me, no matter how hot the wife could be.
It's not uncommon for the supposedly religious people to have some hidden, dark desire to unleashed, just an opportunity that is needed. This wife felt guilty for DIY but not a consented adultery.
Nice story, TS. Please share more of your other encounters.

[DehOne]

The moment we left the room it was as though a switch had flipped. Gone was the slutty wife and submissive husband. Instead they were like any normal married couple walking hand in hand down the hotel corridor towards the lifts.

But Sylvia carried a secret: she had rinsed herself off in the shower but had placed a sanitary pad against her pussy, to prevent my cum leaking out. And now, as she walked coolly and calmly into the hotel coffee shop, summoning the waiter to get us a table, I was thrilled at the thought of all my cum deep inside her warmth.

It was early evening now and the seafood buffet dinner service had just begun. I’m not a big seafood person (gout…), so I wandered around looking for something else to eat. I saw Sylvia loading up her plate with oysters. She noticed me looking and gave me a quick wink. I was in big trouble!

Eventually I settled on salad and chicken. I wanted to keep things light - it’s hard to fuck well when your stomach is too full. Ronnie was already back at our table, a bowl of seafood chowder cooling in front of him. He didn’t look very hungry. I wondered whether he regretted initiating this whole thing in the first place.

As I sat down, he looked up from his soup. There was an eerie intensity to his gaze and I felt a little unnerved. I was confident that I was more than a match for him physically but there were knives on the table in front of him.

He leaned across the table and whispered. “How did you do it? How did you make her cum so hard with your fingers? She’s never squirted before.”

Oh. That.

I looked around. There was nobody within earshot - if we kept the volume down.

And so I told him about my scissoring finger technique. After all it was the least I could do to thank him for letting me fuck his wife. “Just remember - she has to be relaxed and ready first. You can’t rush into it.” He nodded intently. Just then, the subject of our discussion arrived back at the table, with tiny items of food dotted around her plate.

“What are you boys chatting about?” she said, sitting down.

“You,” Ronnie replied honestly.

“Not here,” Sylvia said primly.

Ronnie looked crestfallen. “This soup isn’t nice. I’ll go and look for something else.”

As he left the table, Sylvia looked across at my plate. “I didn’t think you were a salad guy.”

“I’m not,” I said. “I’m more tempted by the bread bin and the stews but they’ll only make me sleepy later.”

She arched one exquisite eyebrow and smiled slightly. “We can’t allow that, right?”

I nodded. Most certainly not. Sylvia was every bit the fast rising power executive woman now. Confident. Sharp. A take no prisoners look to her gaze. And yet I knew my sticky cum stilled filled her pussy.

By the time Ronnie came back to the table, Sylvia had moved the conversation to global affairs. The rules for this arrangement were clear: no personal information was to be exchanged or discussed. Our conversations would have to be general enough that we wouldn’t accidentally give away too much about our lives outside of this encounter.

Fortunately the orange lunatic in the Oval Office at least gave us a lot to talk about without straying into personal areas. And Sylvia had a wealth of knowledge about the implications of his tariffs on trade and finance.

As she talked, her eyes gleamed. This was clearly her passion in the 9-5 world. I wondered if she realized how much she was giving away about herself as she spoke. I became convinced that she was involved in private banking. And I would bet it was at a very high level.

I did my best to keep up with what she was saying but Ronnie grew quieter and quieter. As Sylvia and I chatted and our food grew cold, he would get up frequently to get more food. We barely noticed.

But finally, Sylvia did register her husband’s silence. “Are you okay honey?” She said reaching for his hand.

He pulled it away and continued eating. “I’m fine.”

I felt very uncomfortable. The air was thick with the tension between them - like a storm cloud about to burst. Even in their silence there was a conversation taking place between them, a language of body movements and micro-expressions built up over the years of their relationship. I was intensely aware that I was the interloper. They had a twenty plus year history behind them whereas today was only the second time we had met in person. No matter how intimate our interactions had being in the hotel room an hour before, this was just the briefest of interludes in their lives.

Sylvia looked up at me and smiled but her eyes looked sad. “Why don’t I get the bill now?”

She insisted on paying - which I was quite happy about. I think the meal cost more than the room. And we didn’t even eat all that much.

We were alone in the lift as we went back to the room. Sylvia and Ronnie didn’t hold hands. He just kept his face down while Sylvia apparently found the poster advertising a high tea fascinating.

I was mentally prepared for them to pack up and leave as I tapped my access card against the door and gestured them to go in ahead of me.

But, as Ronnie went ahead into the room, Sylvia paused and placed her small hand on my chest. Her eyes were huge as they looked up at me. “I think Ronnie and I need some time alone. Would you mind going downstairs and getting another bottle of wine?”

“Uh sure,” I said. I had left nothing valuable in the room. “Red okay?”

“Yes. That will do very nicely.” She smiled and closed the door, leaving me standing there in the hotel corridor like an idiot.

Fuck.

I had been kicked out of my own room. If they wanted to talk they could have stayed in the coffee shop or stepped out to the pool.

I shrugged my shoulders. There was nothing of mine in the room anyway. I headed downstairs to the 7/11. There was a specialist wine shop in the same nearby mall but I was fucked if I was going to spend a lot of money on wine under circumstances like this.

Buying the wine took me less than 10 minutes but I was sure whatever conversation they were having would need longer than that. I looked at my watch. Slightly less than 2 hours before I had to check out. I decided to have a drink at the hotel bar.

As I nursed my overpriced beer, the cheap wine in a plastic bag next to me, I became more and more irritated.

We were all adults here. Ronnie had started this whole train rolling and knew exactly what he was getting into: me literally getting into his wife while he watched. The fact that Sylvia and I had unexpected but incredible chemistry was a bonus. I could see how it was possible to develop feelings for her that would make things very messy but I thought I could control that. If we stopped here and now and never met again, it would be fine.

In fact, fuck it. Let’s just do that!

I paid for my beer, leaving half of it behind. (Which should tell you how irritated I was.)

As I opened the door to the room I could tell something had changed. And then I heard it: grunts of effort, soft moans and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh.

As I stepped further into the room, past the bathroom, I stopped in mid stride, my mouth hanging open in shock at what I was seeing.

To be continued.

[junior_cannibal]

Sylvia, is indeed a bloody commanding bitch. Pretty common among Singapore women. That's partly the reason why many Singapore men, no matter how decent, when expose to the vices will fall deeply in them.
While we are pussy lovers, we also must make sure we don't let the pussies dictate what they want. In fact, it can be rather refreshing to them when we don't go with their flow at times.

[secretlurker88]

great update update soon bro

[DehOne]

Ronnie was on his hands and knees on the sofa, ass up in the air.

And Sylvia was fucking him with a strap on dildo.

Her naked ass clenched and released as she thrust into him, and every so often she’d slap him hard, a sharp, echoing smack.

Ronnie’s face was turned to one side and his expression was a mixture of pain and ecstasy as he groaned with every thrust. His right hand was pulling furiously at his cock as his wife fucked him.

Sylvia sensed my presence and she turned her flushed, sweaty face to me, damp strands of hair falling across her cheeks.

“Finally you’re back,” she said panting as she continued to thrust into Ronnie. “Get your clothes off and join us!”

I stood there for long moments. This was not what I had been expecting and I didn’t know how to react. My cock seemed to have ideas of its own as it strained against my shorts but my mind was a whirlwind. What did she mean by “join us”? I had no intention of letting her put any foreign object into my ass. But she looked so alluring, and her ass was a thing of wonder as it contracted and relaxed with every thrust of her hips.

Almost without realizing it, I pulled my shorts and underwear down and pulled my t-shirt over my head.

Sylvia’s eyes went straight to my cock and she grinned lasciviously, without missing a stroke. “Kiss my shoulders,” she commanded.

I stepped up behind her, my cock hot and hard against her thrusting buttocks and put my hands around to cup her breasts. She moaned softly as I kissed her shoulders and neck. Her skin tasted salty from her sweat put was still delicious.

My cock slipped between her buttocks and I wondered for a moment if I could fuck her like this as she fucked Ronnie. But the angle was wrong. She would have needed to bend over more. I contented myself with sliding my cock up and down between her buttocks.

Ronnie’s groans got louder and louder. “Fuck me mummy. Fuck me!”

“You love this don’t you, you little bitch?” Sylvia hissed, thrusting even harder. “Who is mummy’s little bitch, eh?”

“I am mummy,” Ronnie yelled. “Fuck me harder mummy!”

This was getting decidedly weird. But my cock seemed to love it and I was coating Sylvia’s ass with my pre-cum. She felt it too.

She paused. Her strap on dildo deep inside Ronnie, her chest heaving from the exertion. “I want you to fuck Ronnie now,” she said, her voice thick with lust.

What. The. Fuck.

“No way,” I said, my cock softening at the thought.

She pulled my head towards her and kissed me hard. “Please daddy. I want to see you fuck him. I want to see your cock sliding in and out of his ass the way he watched you fuck me.”

“I don’t think I can, I said. “I can stick your dildo into his ass… maybe.”

“No! It has to be your cock!” Her eyes sparkled. “If you fuck him, I’ll let you fuck me… in the ass!”

Fuck.

Did I want her ass that badly? My cock hardened with an emphatic “yes”.

“Come on daddy. I’ve loosened him up for you,” she said pulling out of Ronnie. And sure enough his asshole was pretty stretched. And the dildo looked clean - no trace of shit on it. “Just put on a condom - he’s all lubed up. Please daddy!”

Sylvia took of the strap on but left the dido inserted in Ronnie”s ass. Then she helped me to roll the condom on, while liking my nipples and gripping the base of my cock ti keep it hard.

As I brought it to Ronnie’s ass, my cock softened. Seeing this, Sylvia turned and bent over, showing me her ass in all its glory. “Fuck him and then you can fuck this daddy? Don’t you want to? I’ll let you fuck me raw!”

And the thought of that made me hard again. I tried imagining that Ronnie’s ass was a girl’s. In truth, it was so hairless and smooth and even quite round, it didn’t take that much imagination. Only his hairless balls shattered the illusion. I gripped the base of my cock to keep the blood in it and brought its tip to Ronnie’s anus.

Sylvia leaned forward to watch as my cock head entered her husband’s hole. She was fingering herself with her left hand, her expression one of excitement and lust. “Fuck him daddy! Fuck him like the little bitch he is!”

“Yes! Fuck me daddy,” Ronnie moaned, wanking himself faster and faster.

Fuck. That nearly softened me again.

Quickly, before I could think anymore about it, I plunged my cock into his ass. Even loosened up, it was still tighter than most pussies. I rammed into him hard and he let out a little yelp.

And then something took over me. It wasn’t lust. It was domination. I was owning this little fucker. Using him as a fuck toy. I had fucked his wife, given her orgasms she had never experienced before, and filled her pussy with my seed. Now I was fucking him the way I fucked her.

I slammed in and out of him, not caring if it hurt his ass. His groans got louder and louder and higher in pitch. Sprawled next to him in the sofa, legs opened wide as she masturbated, her eyes fixed on my cock sliding in an out of her husband’s ass.

And then Ronnie shuddered, moaned and came, shooting his cum onto the towel he was kneeling on.

I pulled out of him and pushed him to one side. I tore off the condom and flung it at him as I turned to his wife.

Now it was her turn.

But first I wanted her sweet pussy. She gasped as I reached down and lifted her up, one hand under her ass and inserted my cock into her dripping pussy. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips as I bobbed her up and down on my cock.

“Fuck me daddy,” she moaned and then she too shuddered and her whole body spasmed as she came, hot liquid spilling out of her.

I’m sure that if I hadn’t already shot my load twice earlier I would have cum then and there.

“My ass daddy,” she said, her voice almost a scream. “Finish in my ass!”

I lifted her off my cock and set her on the floor. She immediately turned around and knelt of the sofa exposing her ass to me. She lifted one leg up so her foot rested on the sofa and that opened her up even more.

I reached for the bottle of lube she had used with Ronnie and poured some onto my fingers.

“Take it slow daddy,” she pleaded . “This is my first time. You’re taking my anal virginity.”

Well of course. aggressive and horny as I was, still eager to dominate, I had no intention of hurting her.

I inserted the tip my lube covered index finger slowly into her anus, and gradually rotated it clockwise. Sylvia let out a little yelp at the invasion but I was gentle, taking my time, and gradually her anal muscles relaxed, allowing me to stretch the opening slowly as I rotated. I added my middle finger then, and gently opened her anus wider. Again she yelped so I paused, let her gut used to the feeling.

With my other hand I poured some lube of my cock. Now was the moment of truth.

Holding her anus open with the fingers of my right hand I guided my cock to her entrance with my left. Slowly, I pushed the head of my cock into her.

She moaned and I paused. Let her get used to the feel of it.

“Push it in daddy”, she panted. She sounded in pain.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I want your cock in my ass!” She said. “Just do it slowly.”

I slid my cock in further and her moans louder. She was so tight! Much tighter than her husband. I paused for while, letting her get used to the sensation as I savored the sight of my cock half in her ass.

She farted then and giggled although she was in pain.

“Sorry.”

“That’s to be expected,” I said. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,”’she gasped.

I poured some more lube on the exposed part of my cock. I pushed forward again in stages and centimeter by centimeter my cock slid into her ass.

I was more than halfway in when, to my surprise, Sylvia suddenly pushed back and my cock buried itself to the hilt in her ass! She let out a soft scream, part pain, part pleasure, part triumph.

We stayed in that position for a few moments. Her ass was tight and felt hotter than her pussy.

Then I slowly started to thrust in and out of her. I could feel her ass loosening up as I thrust.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned. “This feels good. I’m so full! Fuck me daddy! Cum in my ass!”

I fucked her faster and faster, my hips slapping against her ass cheeks.

She was screaming as I fucked her and she reached down with one of her hands to finger herself.

I wasn’t even sure I could cum after shouting too heavy loads earlier. But I desperately wanted to fill her ass with my seed.

It turned out I needn’t have worried.

Sylvia came again. And the sound of her orgasming sent me over the edge. Our climaxes were almost simultaneous as I emptied myself into her ass.

“Yes daddy,” she screamed as she felt my hot cum filling her ass. “Fill me up!”

I kept thrusting away, determined to deposit every drop of semen into her. Finally, I reached the point where I had nothing left to give.

I pulled out and was both surprised and relieved to see there was no obvious signs of shit on my cock. Some of my cum spilled out too and it was a glorious sight to see it dribbling out of her anus. If only I had been allowed to take a photo - but ‘no photography’ was one of the rules we agreed on.

Ronnie was suddenly at my side, staring at his wife’s used asshole. There was an uncomfortable silence. Not that long ago I had been using him as a fuck toy.

Sylvia rolled over, her eyes still a little glazed. “That was incredible,” she said. “I didn’t think it would feel so good.”

Frankly I didn’t know why having something stuck in your ass would feel good anyway. I know it felt good for me who was doing the sticking. For Ronnie, I suppose it was the whole prostate thing that pleasured him but in Sylvia’s case I had no idea. All I know was I took an immense amount of pleasure out of it.

Sylvia surveyed the damage all around us. “We’ve made quite a mess,” she said as she took in the cum-stained towels and the still damp bedsheets. “I think we’d better tidy up a little.” Then put her hand on her ass. “But I’d better clean myself first!”

As she passed me, she paused to kiss me fiercely. “Thank you,” she whispered in my ear. “That was fucking amazing. And you may have saved our marriage.”

Somewhat astonished, I watched her stepping into the bathroom, my semen still leaking between the fingers she had clasped over her ass. All this debauchery - and let’s face it that’s what it was - had saved their marriage?

Ronnie came up to me as I was musing. Thankfully he had wrapped a towel around himself. “Thank you,” he said. “That was even better than I had hoped for.”

“Um, my pleasure,” I said. Where the fuck was my towel? I shrugged and pulled my shorts on. I was anxious to get in the shower and wash off any invisible shit on my cock.

Ronnie went into the bathroom to clean his dildo (and, presumably himself) after Sylvia finally emerged. She had already applied some make up. She helped me tidy up the room. (Yes I know that’s what hotel cleaners are for but I still don’t like leaving a mess).

We didn’t say much. I could tell she was already transitioning into Outside Sylvia again. Her body language shifted. A subtle change to her facial expressions.

She rapped on the bathroom door with her knuckles. “Hurry up in there. We have to give (my assumed name) time to shower and change too before he has to check out.”

“Sorry, sorry” Ronnie said, finally stepping out. To my relief he had packed his ‘toy’ into his backpack.

Sylvia turned and looked at me.

“Well,” she said.

“Well,” I said.

“It’s been a pleasure.” The way she said it made it sound like we had just had a very civilized business meeting.

“It most certainly was. Perhaps we can meet again someday.”

“Perhaps,” she smiled. But her eyes were cool. Shit. We were ‘negotiating’ again.

“Come Ronnie., “ she said, opening the door. “We’re running late.”

As Ronnie scuttled past her she leaned in and gave me a sisterly peck on the cheek.

“Take care now.”

“You too.”

And the door closed and she was gone.

As I showered, I went through all that had happened in my mind. Especially the “saving our marriage” bit. This whole bull thing was more complicated than I thought.

And Sylvia. Yes she was gorgeous. Yes we had amazing sexual chemistry. But Outside Sylvia came across as a world class bitch. And Ronnie was fucking weird.

Fun though it had been, I wasn’t sure if I ever wanted to repeat the experience again.

Nope. Definitely not I decided.

To be continued.

[junior_cannibal]

Nice update, TS.
This experience sure made you feel a male whore,except it's FOC one. It might also brought the bisexual bit in you.
While I can't say for 100% certainty, I should be 95% sure I wouldn't be obliged to Silvis's demand to fxxx her hubby's anus, especially I already 2 rounds with her.

[haikim999]

That's super hot and sexy! I'm surprised u managed to stay hard while fking the hubby ass... How is it like to fk another guy ass? U wanked his cock too?

[DehOne]

My firm resolve lasted until the next message I received from them on Telegram 3 weeks later. It was just one word:

“Again?”

We met in the same hotel and pretty much the same things happened. Except I no longer used a condom with Sylvia and Ronnie had to settle for just a dildo only up his ass. My cock was reserved for Sylvia.

Over the next 6 months we established something of a routine, meeting every 2 or 3 weeks in a luxury hotel, taking turns to pay. We did have one memorable overnight session in a chalet where I had the pleasure of fucking Sylvia under the stars as Ronnie looked on. Unfortunately I also discovered the mosquitos had a deep passion for my hairy ass.

We started incorporating role play into our sessions.

One time Sylvia and Ronnie were the naughty school kids who had to be punished by the fierce school principal (me). Sylvia looked unbelievably hot in her school girl uniform - with mini-skirt and I was ‘forced’ to discipline her by putting her over my knee and spanking her hard enough to leave red hand marks. Of course it ended with me completing her punishment by “forcing’ her to suck her principal’s cock to completion and owing her mouth afterwards to prove she had swallowed everything. Ronnie had to be caned on his bare arse but Sylvia complained that I was too gentle and she took over. Fuck but she left red weals all over his pale ass. Ronnie loved every second of it although he later told me he had problems sitting down for a couple of days after.

Another time they were my ‘slaves’ and Sylvia was “forced” to accede to my sexual commands as Ronnie groveled at my feet.

One more scenario was them playing home invasion victims. Tied up and helpless as the criminal (me) degraded Ronnie and “forced” him to watch me anally “rape” his wife.

They were very creative in their play and I never knew what to expect next. But one day I nearly fucked everything up.

Sylvia and I were cuddled up after a very vanilla but passionate fucking session. Ronnie had, as usual, climaxed earlier and was snoring away in his usual spot in the sofa opposite.

I kissed the top of her head, enjoying the freshly shampooed scent of her hair.

“How about just you and I hooking up next time?” I whispered.

Sylvia immediately stiffened. Then sighed and sat up, pushing my encircling arm away. When she turned to look at me, it was as Outside Sylvia and she was coldly furious.

“Don’t ever ask me that again. I would never betray my husband like that.”

Less than 10 minutes earlier I had deposited 2 weeks worth of semen in her pussy while the husband she would never betray eagerly watched. Even now I could see a few white drops of it leaking out.

But this was the number one Rule and I had momentarily forgotten it.

“You’re right,” I said. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

She continued to stare at me and there was no humor in her voice.

“Ok. But if you ever mention meeting separately again, I will call this whole thing off, understand.”

“Yes,” I said turning away. I didn’t trust myself to say anything further. I have never reacted well to ultimatums. It has cost me relationships, friends and jobs in the past. And probably will in the future. But for the moment I was enjoying my access to Sylvia’s orifices and so I bit my lip and remained silent.

It took a while (and a couple of bottles of wine) for the mood to return. But when it did Sylvia and I fucked like bunny rabbits and I pounded her without mercy as an oblivious Ronnie looked on. Every thrust was a “fuck you Sylvia” - quite literally. And, going by the amount of times she came, she loved every minute of it.

But after that confrontation, something had changed. For me the “mojo” had left our arrangement. We still met up and the sex with Sylvia was amazing but her ultimatum hung over me and I didn’t like her thinking she had the same control over me that she had over her husband.

Because it was clear that for all Ronnie might have thought this cuckold situation was his idea, Sylvia had been manipulating it and him all along. And, although her pussy and ass were fun to pound, I wasn’t going to allow them to pull my strings.

Sylvia must have sensed that too. There were no more cuddles and caresses after sex. Things became clinical and efficient.

And so I wasn’t terribly surprised or even disappointed when the Telegram messages stopped coming.

In the meantime I found another interesting outlet for my cock (which I may share later on this forum in a separate thread) and got on with my life.

Two months after the last Telegram message from them, I received a new message from a non contact. Curious, I opened it. It was from Sylvia herself.

She explained that they had decided to go back to church and work on their marriage in more traditional ways. They had deleted their old Tele account. She apologized for just disappearing but she and Ronnie felt it was best to just cut off contact. She wanted to thank me - for the best sex she’d ever had. And for teaching Ronnie my ‘scissoring fingers’ technique. He had been a diligent student and Sylvia was the happy beneficiary. She wished me well and said she was going delete this account in the next 24 hours.

I didn’t bother replying.

Epilogue

2 weeks ago, around lunch time, I was walking along Battery Road in Raffles Place with a couple of my colleagues. We had just come out of meeting with some clients and, as we were not familiar with the food places there, we were trying to figure out where to go.

And that’s when I saw her. “Sylvia”. She was walking towards me, deep in conversation with two elderly Indonesian men dressed in very expensive batik shirts. What looked like two of Sylvia’s assistants were scurrying behind them carrying laptops.

She looked the same. (The Outside Sylvia). Her hair was slightly shorter and she was wearing a dark blue jacket and skirt. Her legs looked great and I knew the ass underneath that skirt would be fantastic too.

As we passed each other, the scent of her perfume brought back so many vivid memories.

She didn’t look at me and I didn’t look at her as we went out separate ways.

[TheBeginner]

Thank you for the story. This woman will give you a great time for the short-term, but is not someone to stay with for the long-term...