Coffee evening. 4

Some people view love and romance as a sacred bond between two individuals. Other people see love as a game, where the goal is to manipulate another individual and gain emotional power over a partner. People who view love as a game are much more likely to have multiple love interest; cheating is just another way to gain control over one’s partner.

—David Reeves

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It took me a few minutes of slow massages to make him get hard, I placed myself on the top, sitting on his boner. He groaned and so did I. I kept my eyes closed or else I’d lose her image, her scent. I started moving my hips in little circles, again and again. I was wearing my dressing gown so my pussy (still covered by my underwear) was making contact with his crescent erection. My wet folds which would moisten my panties were chafing with his crotch, but in my mind it wasn’t his crotch I was rubbing on, it was her hands… or her dildo, I was sitting on the counter and she was teasing me.

“Yes…” I mumbled, a soft moan filled up his ears and he liked it but I refused to hear him, no. I placed my index fingers on his lips. “Shut up.” I commanded but I didn’t open my eyes, I didn’t see him but I could tell he was surprised because I felt how he opened his mouth again to speak. “I said shut up.” I groaned and shoved two fingers on his mouth, he gasped but accepted them because he started sucking them, roaming my fingers with his tongue.

“Yes…” I sighed and imagined it was her, the one sucking my fingers, just preparing her to get fucked by my slender, long fingers. I kept moving my hips against his boner, which was getting harder and harder. His hands grabbed my ass, playing with it, massaging and squeezing it. I moaned and let him do that because that’s something she would do for sure. My underwear was soaking wet and I couldn’t resist anymore the need of feeling something filling up my wet throbbing core.

I put my panties aside using my free hand, so that I could rub my wet pussy against his wet boxers. “It is a dildo… it… is a dildo, she’s wearing a dildo because she is going to fuck you so hard.” I thought, and kept rubbing on his boner. He tried to speak because he wanted to free his mouth but I refused. “I said shut up and suck them.” I commanded as I would do with her, he liked this dominatrix shit because he started sucking again I could feel him moaning against my fingers.

“Touch my boobs.” I ordered and he didn’t make himself wait, he was stroking them so soft I got frustrated. “Fucking harder.” I commanded and he obeyed, truth is… he wasn’t used to this, I mean, me being so bossy during sex. I think it had a lot to do with what I’d like to to do her or maybe… what I wanted to get when we both saw each other again. “That’s it… good.” Again our meeting appeared on my mind…

“”So where do I start?” She asked, leaning on a little bit, causing her buttons to almost get unbuttoned, revealing more of her creamy boobs, I unconsciously bite my lip. She bite the pretzel bite, chewing on it slowly, her reddish lips were covered by sugar and cinnamon. I was so aroused by her actions I had to take a sip of my coffee to keep myself awake, because with her it seemed like a dream.”

“Yes…” I moaned when he squeezed them hard. I needed to be very careful because if I mispronounced his name he would suspect and I didn’t feel like giving any explanations at all. “My nipples…” I ordered with a trembling voice, my fingers getting deeper in his throat.

“She grinned and softly bit my neck, sucking on my soft white skin as she squeezed my large breasts again, I could feel my nipples reacting to her touch, my core was wet already, throbbing and ready for what it was about to come, her hands were moving in circular motions as she massaged them, causing me to let out longer gaspy moans.”

“Yes… just like that.” His fingers were pinching my nipples really hard, I wanted to moan, but I’d wake up the kids and I didn’t want that, I was so horny, soaking wet actually and he was so hard it must’ve hurt. Using my free hand I removed his boxers and put them aside, releasing his boner, I placed the head of his dick or better said, I buried it in the middle of my wet folds, now we were skin to skin, his glans penis was in touch with my swollen and hard clit.

I could feel his wet slid rubbing against my clit, oh my god it felt surreal. Imagine how her fingers would feel against my clit made me cringe just a little, he kept moaning as well but my fingers did their best to keep his mouth shut.

“Her fingers were still pinching my nipples, twisting them. I wanted her to take out my clothes already, skin to skin what I was craving for. “

Just imagine how nice it would have been to have her fucking me right now, her slender fingers pinching my nipples, her husky voice filling up my ears. “Yes…” I moaned as I kept rubbing my clit against his glans penis, then I took his length and sit over it, now we were hotdogging. I was soaking his dick with my fluids, I could feel its veins popping out, I was doing a good job and even if it wasn’t what I wanted at the moment, it was helping me a lot. So making him feel good as well was very important.

I kept humping his dick for a few minutes till I couldn’t take it anymore and he couldn’t either because even if my eyes were still closed I knew him so well at his point he was tearing up, plus, his firm grabs on my ass were a clear signal he needed to fuck me pretty bad and I needed to be fucked as well.

I took a proper distance to position the head of his penis against my wet throbbing entrance, god I was soaking wet… It felt amazing, slowly I started sliding down his boner, I couldn’t deny… I liked it very much, his thick dick filling me up, slowly. It took me a few seconds to sit over him, his dick was throbbing as well and it felt amazing.

I was riding him slowly, my hips were moving against his pelvis and my fluids were overflowing, I liked it pretty much but I didn’t know fi she would like it as well, because on my mind I wasn’t fucking my husband but Camila, it wasn’t his dick but his long fingers or maybe an strap-on, or maybe both. I was so dirty minder right now I wouldn’t be surprised if I let her rip my ass apart in a future.

I kept moving and groaned when he spanked me a couple times, I moaned maybe too loud so I had to bit my lower lip in order to keep my mouth shut down. Right now I did not want to wake up the kids. Those spanks were hard enough to mark my skin because I could feel the heat taking over my skin, I wanted another one. “Again.” I mumbled and he did it once more.

It worked like a switch because I started moving against him really fast. I had to take my fingers out of his mouth and of course he had the need of speaking. “O..h god..” He mumbled and I used my two hands to rely on the bedside, grabbing it tightly.

“Shut the fuck up.” I wasn’t this rude but he was about to ruin my sweet fantasy where I was being fucked by camila and not him. Was I using him? I didn’t care, I just kept moving faster. Then, using one hand I started to rub my clit really fast, I even spit on those fingers so that I could imagine they were Camila’s tongue roaming my wet pussy and folds.

“Yes.. yes..” I was about to come, he started massaging my boobs again and I didn’t complain. Even if I was dreaming about camila fucking me I couldn’t deny the fact I wanted to be filled up with his cum, his wet, hot, sticky cum.

Just a few more thrusts were enough to make me cum, my fleshy walls tightened around his throbbing cock, I moaned as he groaned and I felt his seed filling me up and mixing with my own fluids, fluids which right now were overflowing my vagina and soaking his pelvis. If I had such a good orgasm by imagining this, how nice would it be… to be fucked by the real camilia?

Guess we will have to figure it out.