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For the past few months I’ve
been having a hot affair with a wealthy 44-year-old married woman. Normally I
wouldn’t mess with another guy’s wife, but Carol just out and out seduced/almost
attacked me. She’s not happy with her husband and only stays with him for his
bucks, and she swears he doesn’t give a shit what she does as long as he doesn’t
have to hear about it. We’ve fucked in her house and in mine licked whipped
cream and cherries off of each other and even did a threesome with her best
friend. But last weekend, on my birthday, Carol totally outdid herself.
Hubby was going out of town on
a business trip so, I figured we’d shack up at her place. But Carol had other
ideas—she said she wanted to give me a birthday I’d never forget. She told me
to pack my bags and she’d pick me up Friday afternoon. When she arrived I hopped
in the car and asked where we were headed. Carol just smiled. She was wearing
one of her outrageous dresses, cut low in front with her tits spilling over the
top, cut high on the bottom to show off her long fishnet-stocking legs.
As we drove Carol reached out
her hand every once in awhile to stroke my thigh or rub my crotch. For the
entire trip I had a hard-on. At some point I realized we were headed for Boston
and when we got there Carol drove straight to an elegant hotel, left the car
with the parking valet, and checked us in. A young, horny-looking bellhop took
our bags and led us up the elevator into a two-room suite. As he went around
the room getting us ice and opening the curtains, Carol flashed me a
mischievous smile. When the bellhop turned around to politely collect his tip,
Carol sat on the bed and bounced lightly up and down.
“Is this bed comfortable?” she
asked him seductively.
“I hear they’re very
comfortable,” he replied, his face reddening slightly.
“Well,” said Carol, “I plan to
spend a lot of time in this bed so I want to be sure.”
I almost died of shock. What
the hell was she up to?
She kicked off her high heels
and spread herself out on the bed. “Have you ever been on one of these?” she
asked the poor kid.
“N-no,” he stammered.
“Well, come on over and see
what you think.”
“I really don’t..."
“Come on, honey. You’re over
21, aren’t you?”
The kid threw me a look,
obviously wondering if I’d attack him if he went near my girl. I just shrugged - there’s
no controlling Carol.
Carol patted the bed next to
her. ”Come on, honey, see how you like it.”
The kid didn't move. Carol sat
up and pulled down the front of her dress, letting all of her luscious tits
spill out. The kid’s eyes popped out of his head.
“Wouldn’t you like to play
with these?”
He was obviously torn. On the
one hand, who could resist Carol’s big, juicy melons? On the other hand, he was
terrified of losing his job. Carol persisted until she coaxed him into opening
his pants and taking out a raging hard-on. Prodding him with dirty talk,
holding her tits up in front of his cock, she got him to jack off all over her.
When he was done, he tried to stuff his dick back into his pants, but Carol
wouldn’t let him off so easy. She told him to go into the next room and wait
for her.
“What the hell are you doing,
you crazy broad?” I asked.
“What’s the matter, baby doll,
are you jealous?”
“Well, yeah, I thought you and
me were gonna have this wild weekend.”
“We are, baby doll, we are.
You think I’d leave you high and dry?” With that, she picked up the phone. From
the conversation I gathered that she’d already made arrangements to hire a girl
from an escort service. Sure enough, in about 15 minutes a gorgeous tall
redhead arrived.
“This is for you, baby doll,”
Carol said, and disappeared into the other room.
For the next two hours I
fucked the redhead silly, to the sounds of Carol in the next room blowing the
bellhop’s mind, and dick.
The redhead was hot, with a
big juicy ass she liked to have fucked while she used a dildo on her cunt. But
it was mostly the sounds of Carol and the bellhop that kept me going. I heard
them both cum in a noisy orgasm, and then the bellhop left. Carol came into my
room wearing a flimsy pink negligee. I thought we’d do another threesome, and
was disappointed when she told the redhead to split.
But Carol never disappoints
me. She climbed on top of my dick and took it into her cunt like a starving
maniac, bouncing up and down, ramming herself with my nine-incher. She told me
the kid was interesting because of his innocence, but that he’d only warmed her
up for “the real thing.” For the rest of the weekend we sucked and fucked until
we nearly dropped dead of exhaustion. It was my 39th birthday. At this rate I
hope I make it to 40!
