Donald was stuck in a meeting when his secretary poked her head in the room and then came over and whispered into his ear that he had an important call from his wife. Don excused himself and hurried to his office. He called Cindy on his phone, knowing already that it wouldn’t be an emergency — he would have heard from her direct if that were the case.
“What’s up, hon?”
“Hi, darling. I’m with Darren and we’re about to have ourselves some fun time. Just wanted to let you know.”
“Okay. Where are you guys at?”
“Some motel across from where we met. The Merry-Go Lodge in Burrington.”
“Is he there beside you? Let me talk to him for a minute.”
“Okay.” Seconds passed, then a man’s voice came on the line.
“Hi Darren. Hope you take good care of Cindy while you’re with her.”
“Definitely I will.”
“Thanks. Mind giving the phone back to Cindy? Thanks.”
“Yeah, sure.” The phone changed hands, then Cindy’s voice came back on.
“What’s up, darling?”
“Do me a favour, hon. Since I’m not there, would you mind switching on your audio record? It’d be great if you do.”
“That I’ll do. Talk to you later, Don.”
“Sure, hon. Later.”
The call ended. Donald looked at his phone, smiling heartily to himself. Gosh, if only he was there. There was a knock at his door. It was his secretary reminding him they were waiting for him in the conference room. Donald dropped his phone and left his office.
Cindy half turned to Darren, who was busy kissing the back of her neck while folding his arms around her.
“Donald wants us to make an audio recording of our you-know-what. Hope you don’t mind?”
“Nah. Does he do that often? Make you do recordings when he’s not around?”
“Not always. Only if it’s someone who impresses him, and I know you’ve done that plenty.”
“Hmm. About time we do some more.”
Cindy set her phone’s audio app on record then placed it on the bedside cabinet before focusing her attention on her lover.
Her tongue darted into his mouth, exploring as their lips remained passionately locked. Her hands rubbed his back and slid over his shoulders. She wanted to consume him in the best way, in ways she wasn’t capable of exploring during their first entanglement. This was more than wanting sex; this was love and lust rolled into one.
His hands grabbed her butt and pressed her against him to feel his hard-on alive in his jeans. He raised the back of her dress and slipped his hand into her thong panties to grasp her round, smooth flesh. Cindy instinctively raised a knee to his crotch, loving the feel of his erection that wanted to burst out. Her hands got busy undoing the buttons of his shirt; she was so impatient she wanted to rip it off him.
“Let’s get comfortable,” Darren said.
He pushed her onto the bed and hurried to get out of his clothes and shoes while Cindy checked her phone to make sure it was actually recording, then left it close by on a pillow. Darren was down to his briefs, which had a noticeable bulge at the crotch. Cindy spread her legs for him as he knelt before her and pushed her panties to the side and slobbered his tongue on her nectar region. Within seconds Cindy’s eyes glazed over as she began writhing her pleasure. She took a moment to take off her dress and flung it across the bed before returning to enjoy the feeling of his tongue probing past the wet velvet folds of her pussy. Her body squirmed, writhed and tensed in accordance with her moans. Darren held her legs apart and pulled back to run his tongue along the underside of her thighs, all the way to the back of her knees, before returning to the small patch of forest that lined her crotch.
Cindy arched her back and held her legs over her head as Darren dug further and further into her cunt. Eventually, he came up for air and licked her pussy juice off his lips. He got onto the bed and Cindy tugged down his briefs to release his hard-on. It was just as she remembered it; the sight of it got her even more wet. She cradled his cock with both hands, then kissed the tip before popping it into her mouth. Darren swept her hair from her face as she concentrated on meting out similar pleasure upon him. Her hand played with his balls while she slobbered on his dick, which seemed way too thick for her mouth to handle. Still, it felt enjoyable knowing his hard-on was hitting the roof of her mouth, dripping saliva on his foreskin. She pulled away from it, gasping, stroking his meat, revelling in his thick girth.
“God, I can’t wait to get fucked by you,” she moaned.
Darren took that as a sign that it was time to get down to the real business of why they were there.
He lay on the bed and Cindy leaned on one knee, taking his cock in her hand and rubbing it against her vulva. She cooed from the shards of delight that gave her, before lowering her other knee, letting his cock slip into her tight warmth.
Cindy held her breath.
Her body tensed.
A shockwave coursed through her body the instant Darren’s cock slid into her.
Seconds later, though it felt like an eternity, she let go of the air in her lungs and burst into a chuckling fit as a string of goosebumps broke across her arms. She felt her buttock muscles quiver as she consumed his girth.
“Oohhh fuck!” She flung her head side to side, as if that would distil the impact of his cock from further stretching her pussy walls. “I forgot just how good your cock feels inside me.”
Darren said nothing as he was busy concentrating on her taking more inches of his manhood. He held her by her waist and watched between her legs as she slowly rose then fell on his sword. Cindy rested both hands on his torso, still taking his girth with ease, not wanting to rush the feeling. But Darren grew somewhat impatient and thrust his cock upwards. Cindy screeched aloud. His cock went deep past her gut all the way towards her kidney, or so she felt. It was unlike any force she had experienced in a while.
Darren felt her pussy milking his cock and he held his breath as he then increased his pace, pumping hips and thighs, ramming his cock deeper and deeper inside her. Cindy screamed and whimpered in response to his action. Her hair flew like a dervish; her face curled into a mask of ecstasy, her mouth hanging open in gasping moans as she surrendered to the frenzy of his cock slamming into her.
“Aww . . . Awwhhh fuck! Awwhh fuck me! Fuck me just like that!”
She swept her hair from her face, still taking the brute pounding he was giving her.
Her tits rocked and bounced each way.
Darren grabbed at them and gummed his lips to them.
He let out his breath and allowed her to do the work.
Cindy fell off him, sucking in air and letting it out in a whooshing breath. Darren turned on his side and hooked her leg across his thigh and angled closer to her crotch. Cindy rested on her shoulder and held her leg up for him to reintroduce his cock back into her.
The went like that at a steady tempo, like two people rocking a boat on a high sea, being careful not to tip over. It felt good for Cindy to claim back her breath from the fast-pace salvo he had started with. Darren grew tired and pulled out of her and Cindy got on her knees to clean his cock for him. She was ravenous for it. She attacked his cock with gusto, slurping and gulping as much of his cock she could fit into her mouth. Darren grabbed a fistful of her hair and gasped as she choked forcefully down on his meat.
His body began to shake and Cindy sensed he was moments away from climaxing. She didn’t want to miss any of it, and upped her blowjob effort. Darren spurted so much cum. Rivers of semen rolled out the side of her mouth. Cindy hurried to ingest the jets that continued spurting out of his penis before attending to the stream that ran down his shaft all the way towards his balls. She dug down and ran her tongue deep in his ass crack before coming back for air.
They collapsed on the bed and lay there in silence. There was nothing except the cold air coming from the air conditioner. Cindy then recalled her phone and checked to see if it was still recording. It had stopped halfway during their action. She replayed some of it and was glad to hear her cries; the sound of her moans sounded surreal and unlike her.
“I’m trying to imagine the number of women you must have pleasured like this,” she said.
“Quite a number,” Darren answered.
“Did they always like it rough?”
“Who doesn’t? But I liked to get to know them first before I got started on them.”
“What do you mean?”
“Not every woman is quick to jump into this lifestyle,” he explained. “Some of the wives I met, they did it just to please their husbands. With those, I got to start out gentle with them. I got to work myself into their mind and make them feel comfy.”
“You got to be like a psychologist?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, if you wanna call it that.”
“Did it always work?”
“Majority of the time it did. With some wives, they just learned to loosen up once I walked into the room. Once they took my cock in their hand, it was like magic to them. It got them melting quick.”
Cindy reached downward to grasp his flaccid penis in her hand. She could picture how awed lonely wives would feel once they got to see his manhood up close, as she was right now.
“What about the husbands?” she asked. “I’ll bet they were floored whenever you got to strip in front of their wives. Did any of them ever come onto you with their wives around?”
“Yeah.” He turned on his side to cup one of her tits in his hand. “So many couples out there, all walking around looking good and pretty. You’d never think that a lot of them are bi. The weird thing is you’ve got to go through them to get to the wife, so there’s no way of leaving them out of the equation.”
“Did that ever unsettle you?”
“Used to. I long ago got over it. Nothing wrong with a husband being bi like his wife; I just don’t like it when they come onto me expecting I’m the same. You ever played with chicks?”
“A couple. But I don’t consider myself bi. Or maybe I should; I don’t really know. What do you think?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “You’re whatever you say you are. At least that’s how I like to look at things. I ain’t done no gay stuff, but I got no beef with husbands cleaning me off.”
“I’m starting to see why my husband likes you.” She wrapped her arm around him. “You’re so plain honest with yourself.”